It was a cold, rainy winter day in Japan like any other. Rain poured down the window panes and the murky clouds created a secretive and mysterious, dark atmosphere in the shop. No customers had come in today, and it seemed it would remain that way for the rest of the night.
Yuko was elegantly reclining in her bathtub. It had been a while since business was slow and she decided to take advantage of that…and her boy toy as well.
"Watanuuuuki-kunnnn!" She cried out lazily.
The young, innocent, over-worked boy came running to the service of his mistress. But his submissive appearance could not cover the seething underlying annoyance.
"What now, Yuko?"
"I thought I told you to call me Yuko-sama. Anyway, where's my tea?"
"What tea?"
"The tea that I now want. What's taking you so long?"
"You…" But resistance was futile, for Watanuki had no power over this woman. Instead of uttering another word in retort, he sluggishly trudged back to the kitchen to satiate his lady's desires.
When Watanuki returned he found Yuko standing by the window in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her torso, smoking a slender cigarette.
"Uhm – tea?"
Yuko turned around at the sound of Watanuki's voice, but he was not prepared for the sight before his eyes. Indeed he was used to seeing Yuko in her many lewd dresses and outfits, but none was ever as revealing and mystifying as this one. The towel revealed all her exotic curves that rode the length of her body – and indeed the rather protruding cleavage that topped it all off.
This was way too much for Watanuki. "Uhm, uh, I'm going to leave it right –"Watanuki turned around in an attempt to escape the visit of a rather unwelcome visitor downtown. His head wasn't the only thing that was hard right now.
But escape as well as retort was futile when it came to Yuko. The minute Watanuki tried to turn around she grabbed his arm and spun him around in one swift movement, pulling him dangerously close to her face and in the perilous proximity of her flamboyant chest.
"And where do you think you're going?" With those words Yuko took another puff of her cigarette and seductively blew small clouds of smoke in Watanuki's face. Another puff and she had him cornered up against the shower door. Watanuki was officially screwed.