Hey guys. It's been a while, but I'm back again with another concept chapter. This time, it's small clips of bigger chapters. Still not 100% sure if this'll be a full fic just yet, but I hope you enjoy them regardless! Let me know your favorite ones as well when you leave feedback. One favor I'll ask is if you guys can vote on a poll I'm holding. It's not for this story, but for one called 'The Italian Dragon Emperor'. Your opinion counts if you wanna leave it. Check my profile for details.

Monster Musume Concept 3:

"So, where's your host family again?" Asked Michael after buying himself an ice cream pop and this strange girl an ice cream cone. She didn't give him much to go on... she was kind of a birdbrain.

"Oh, I flew away when the Terminator wasn't looking" she said, which got Michael to raise an eyebrow. A robot from the future was her host family? That didn't sound right. Monsters' actually exist? Fine. Fair enough. Time Traveling... that was gonna need some serious evidence.

'She's gotta be joking, right?' Michael thought, figuring that was the case. "What model was it? Was it made with liquid metal too?" The human joked with a smile.

"No. She just wears a black suit all the time and has really long black hair. She also wears glasses and rarely takes them off" said Popi.

Michael mentally put that description to a blacked-out female figure. As Popi said each attribute, part of this blacked out figure lit up in the same order Popi described. Although it was only a few things, the entire image lit up to show Miss Smith. "Well, that's one way to describe her..."

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"ACHOO!" Miss Smith sneezed while she was in a bath, enjoying the peace and quiet. Shrugging it off, she went back to relaxing.

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"But you do realize what will happen if your caught running away, right?" Michael asked, not bothering to correct Popi for her word error. He found it funny, and it would make good ammunition to use against the older woman when she slacked off or tried pulling something on him again.

"I've ran away lots of times, and nothing bad ever happened!" Said Popi, cheerfully; then she tilted her head to the side and frowned. "But I think the Terminator said something about if it happens again, she'll have to molest me. I don't know why though..."

Michael made a blank face, then facepalmed. This girl actually mixed the word molest with arrest. "Fourth Harpie Lady Sister Mai never Summons from her deck..." he muttered, dragging the hand he used down his face while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You have a Harpy that's your sister?" Popi asked, hearing part of Michael's comment and looking interested if that was the case. Her question was never answered however, because not only was Michael not going to answer it, but due to Popi's lack of fingers, she lost her grip on her ice cream cone, and the delicious treat fell to the floor with a splat. "Oh, nooooooo. I didn't get to have one bite! WAAAAAAAAH! Stupid wings! I wish I had fingers!" Popi said upon seeing the cone fall, then cried about not having the proper ligaments to hold it.

Michael looked back and forth between the Harpy, the fallen cone, and his pop. 'I mean, I'm not that hungry...' he thought, feeling bad for her. The only reason he got one was cause that was the kind of thing you did around kids. Besides, what's the worst that could happen if he shared his? "If you want, you can have mine" he offered, standing up from his seat.

"Really?" Popi immediately perked up. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" She cheered, then began sucking the popsicle... though considering where it was located...

"Uh, you mind not doing that?" Michael requested, mainly cause of the noises she was making. It didn't help the bird was on her knees in front of him either. If anybody saw this and realized who he was... "Or at least, stand up?" He added in a slightly nervous tone.

"But you might drop it. And I don't wanna lose this one too" said Popi in a muffled tone, oblivious to the situation, then went back to eating.

"That's not the main issue here..." Michael said through his teeth while shaking his head. Popi's head was bobbing as she continued eating the sweet treat, sometimes taking her mouth off of it to lick it a few times before putting it back in her mouth in a way that can only be described as erotic (albeit indirectly). People were also noticing the duo and were starting to talk, a mother was covering a child's face, and one guy (who probably couldn't get a girl even if he tried) also had his cell phone aimed at them for an obvious reason.

"Are they doing what I think they're doing?"

"Out in public like that...?"

"Must be a weird fetish."

"How old are they anyway? She looks like a kid."

"What a second... isn't that boy...?"

Michael was starting to REALLY panic. This was NOT good, on SO many levels! 'Fuck me sideways at a dairy farm!' He thought, then quickly yanked the popsicle out of Popi's mouth out of desperation. Because of the heat from both outside and Popi's mouth and tongue, bits of ice cream flew all over her face which could be mistaken for... something else. Popi was taken aback, not expecting the human to do that, but what came out of her mouth next was:

Popi: Aw, now I'm all sticky...

Michael: 'FUCK! MY! LIFE!'

"So yeah. This is my room. And yes, I'm wearing underwear. Happy?" Said Miia, not thrilled it was her turn, so she gave the director a smart-ass response. He was seriously getting on everyone's nerves.

"Oh really? What kind?" Asked the Director, still wearing that creepy grin.

"IS THAT ALL YOU CARE ABOUT?!" Miia yelled at him. What was this human's deal, asking every single one of them about their undergarments? It was creepy at first, and it still was, but now it was just plain aggravating.

"No need to be so hostile. It's all in the name of understanding..." said the Director, as he panned his camera down towards Miia's skirt, where he was holding it article of clothing down so he couldn't see underneath. It was then he felt his head grabbed, the grip tightening not enough to harm him, but enough to hold him in place.

"I think you've understood enough," said Michael, who normally kept his cool, but has had more than enough of this man's antics to his fellow housemates. Filming Popi's egg laying for documentary reasons was one thing, but this was going way too far, especially since this was happening over and over again. "So why don't you and your two associates grab your gear, and understand the way out?"

Kasegi tried explaining himself. "W-Wait, my good man. C-Can we talk about...?"

"No." Michael interrupted him, not caring about this anymore. He began to drag the film maker by his head around and out of Miia's room, and the plan was to toss him out the front door like an unwanted pet, but that's when both men saw a large plastic garbage bag in the corner of the room with something in it.

"Wait! What's that?" Asked Kasegi, which got Miia to yelp and grab the item with her tail, hugging it close to her after yanking it towards herself, and looking mortally embarrassed.

Michael slowly realized what that was. "I thought snakes left their skin behind. Lamia's keep it?" He asked, slightly joking but also genuinely curious.

"No! I just didn't want the birds to get it! That's way too embarrassing!" Miia said.

"Yet you felt twice as naked without it..." Michael commented in a low tone.

"Wait a second! Your going to throw it away?!" Asked the Director with a shout. "The Japanese have always considered snakes a source of good luck! Millions of cultures worship snakes as deities or even Gods! Not to mention they've been used in Chinese medicine for years!" The man continued, which Miia had to admit was interesting to hear, and with her distraction he managed to get the bag out of her grasp. "But if you are going to throw away such a rare treasure, I'll gladly take it off your hands." He said in a calmer tone.

Miia backed off, feeling rather disgusted. "Ew! I'm not giving you that! Only some crazy pervert would keep discarded skin!" She said. Behind her, Michael covered his smiling mouth and nose in a mocking gesture as if to try and reduce the sound of the snort he released. "OH, WHO ASKED YOU?!" Miia twisted her body to snap at Michael for daring to make lite of this.

As Michael was cleaning some of the dishes from breakfast this morning, the girls were getting to know the newest member of their family, the Arachne that arrived just last night. "So... you found Darling last night?" Asked Miia. She and everyone else were sitting at the table. When Michael went missing, the spider-woman and he arrived with government officials and Miss Smith hours later.

"I did," said Rachnera. "I had an itsy bitsy problem with my last host family, so Miss Smith suggested I live here" She continued with a smile, while Michael mentally groaned.

'And in no way, shape, or form did you take advantage of her laziness' he sarcastically remarked, as that's not exactly how it went down the waterspout. Its not like he cared, the house had plenty of room, but it was the Arachne's behavior that was gonna take some getting used too. Of all the times he thought he would die from either Miia's coils, Popi's Crazy Taxi levels of flying, or even Centorea's hoofs; THIS new one took the number one spot. She wasn't a bad person, just... abnormal.

Also, she made spider puns... fabulous.

"The pleasure's all ours!" Said Mero, kindly.

"Yes. Welcome, Rachnera." Said Centorea, still using the same tone from earlier this morning. She was acting very strange, Michael couldn't help but think. Again, Miia showing up in his room out of nowhere was normal, but the Centaur?

Popi just finished her own breakfast... geez. She might be a bird, but ate like a pig. "That was great!" Said the Harpy, and everyone had to agree.

"It really was. Can't remember the last time I had a good meal" Rachnera agreed with a smile. "Good thing I found you when I did."

"Yeah... was a bit tied up..." Michael said, flatly.

"I mean it," Rachnera said. Genuinely, she had NOT had a decent meal since living with that 'Director'. "You made a wonderful breakfast, Honey."

"HONEY?!" Miia reacted immediately the moment the nickname left the Arachne's lips. "Excuse me, Bug-Breath! Where do you get off calling Michael an intimate name like Honey?!" The jealous Lamia said. How dare this new girl give Darling a nickname out of nowhere? Calling him 'Master' or 'Boss'... fine, she can tolerate that. But an affectionate nickname like that?... Hell. No. This was like Mero all over again!

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot the third most important rule," said Rachnera with a sly smile, mentioning Miia's 'special rule' that she was educated on while Michael was getting the morning meal ready. The spider lady seemed convinced when it was presented to her. She cleared her throat, putting a closed hand in front of her mouth as she did so, and looked back a Michael. "Yes. Michael. Breakfast was delicious." She corrected herself, which got Miia to calm down a bit, though still had a frown.

Michael already knew what was gonna happen. Even though he's only known Rachnera for a day, he could already take a wild guess what she was about to do... not like he could stop her. "Uh, thanks." He said.

"Your welcome..." said Rachnera, then all of her left eyes glanced back at Miia with a smirk as she said: "Darling."

Realizing she had been mocked; the Lamia shook with ager, growled at the woman who dared offend her, and grew a forehead vein that pulsed a few times. "GRRRRRRRRRR-RRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her eyes then turned red a second later, her temper having reached its maximum. "RACHNERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

WHIP!

In a mere second, Miia was bond by webbing all over her body, trapping her and leaving her unable to move, laying on her side on the floor. She did try, but it was all in vain. The words "Utter Defeat" were held up on a white sign carried by a smiling Michael. He held it over his head with both heads as if he was walking across a wrestling stage, a dinging bell sound also playing as he did so. Miia noticed this after turning over. "WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?!" She demanded to know.

"Mine." Was the smiling human's response as he walked back into the kitchen, the sign under his arm now, to finish cleaning up.

Michael had no idea how he ended up like this, wrapped in a mating ball of sexy Lamia babes, each one just as hot as Miia, but they all took turns riding his naked body. Judging by how many there were, over 100 is what he was able to count (though it was difficult to focus for... 'reasons'), this went on for quite a while. Some of the Lamias' looked tired out from the "activities" that were going on, and were left outside the mating ball, while the rest of them kept going and taking turns; or if they were waiting, they were playing with themselves as they watched the "activities" continue, keeping them turned on until it was they're turn.

Miia was VERY forward during the full moon incident, but Michael didn't think other members of the Lamia race were THIS bad! He even tried using a Lamia's weakness, which was their tails, to try and get them to back off, which worked on Miia the times he had to do it... but it appeared to have the opposite effect on them! They just piled around him and squeezed him tighter even more! He didn't know how much longer he could last...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The Lamia on top of him screamed in pleasure as her back arched, her body reacting to the waves of pleasure as she came, then struggled to hold herself up as she used her shaking arms to do so. "Ha... ha..." she panted.

Lamia #98: Alright, you both came, it's my turn!

Lamia #32: What do you mean your turn? I've been waiting here for an hour!

Lamia #67: Liar! You just went!

Lamia #112: It's not fair! Your all hogging him for yourselves!

Lamia #86: Let me have a quickie with him...

Lamia #15: Gotta admit, Miia brought home a good one...

While some of these Lamias' said this, there were no hostility in their words, nor malice of any kind. It just seemed like a game to them, just playfully arguing over who would be filled up by Michael's man-meat next. It was then that they all heard the sound of the bedroom curtains moving, and in the entrance was a not-so-happy Miia. "What is going on here?!" She asked, then of course noticed exactly what was happening, as was a bit shocked as she stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of her Darling wrapped up by over 100 of her fellow Lamias'. Once the shock left, it was replaced by her usual jealous and protective side. "ALRIGHT! MOVE! OUTTA THE WAY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Miia commanded the slutty snakes as she began pushing aside any Lamia in her path as she made her way to the center of the room, where her Darling was.

When she got there however... he was already dry husk... "M... Miiaaaaaaaaaa..." was all he was able to croak out as the redhead serpent just stared at the poor boy in shock, her eyes widened and shaking.

"... no..." was all she could get out. "... no... DARRRRRRRLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

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"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Miia shot up from her bed, screaming and with a cold sweat. She didn't have time to breathe because...

WHIP! POW!

"GAAAAAAH!"

CRASH!

Michael, who was beside Miia's bed, was launched into a wall due to Miia's tail accidently whacking him across the room and into a wall. Thankfully, he didn't go flying through it... this time, anyway. He slid down the wall after a second or two, and onto the floor. "G-Good morning to you too..." He groaned.

It took a few seconds for Miia to get ahold of herself, and looked around to see what made that crash. When she saw it, she stared for a second, still not fully over the nightmare she just had, but then gasped upon realizing what she had done. Her and her stupid superhuman strength! She'd love to use it to actually protect Michael one of these days, but it just seems to get him hurt 90% of the time. "DARLING!" She said, and quickly got out of bed and slithered toward him, helping him up. She was in her PJ's of course, which were very loose and had no support in her upper body so her breasts were pressed a small bit against him, but that wasn't important right now. "Are you ok, Darling?" She asked, worried she might have really hurt Michael this time.

"Ugh," Michael grabbed his face, as if he had a headache, but then just moved it on his forehead. "No worries. Not the first time we rocked the house" He said with a small smile, making a small joke. This made her feel a little better, but still couldn't shake off the dream she awoke from. "But I should be asking you that question. You were muttering in your sleep, tossing and turning," he continued as a quick flashback shows that as Michael was walking past Miia's room, there were noises coming from inside. Miia of course, wasn't one that got up on her own. As Rachnera puts it: 'even the American Army couldn't wake her up', so Michael figured he should check on her. When he did, she was squirming about and clenching her bedsheets with her hands very tightly. He then approached her and of course, that's when she flung him across the room. "Another nightmare?" He asked.

Miia glanced away with her eyes. "... Yeah..." she admitted, unable to lie to his face. This has been going on for a while now for a few nights in a row. At first; it was just Miia losing Michael to one of the other girls; then the "Aquarium Moment" not being interrupted by Murder-Maid this time but after their lips were literally just about touching, the pipes broke and the whole place flooded; and after that, another time was a similar dream to the nightmare she just had, but was pretty tame in comparison. In that dream; Michael and her finally got the chance to be alone, where he confessed his love for her, and she took full advantage of that by not only kissing him, but also wrapping her body gently around him where they stood up... only for a stampede consisting of the other girls, whom succumbed to the effects of a full moon out of nowhere, to drag him away. Which of course, left Miia trampled by footprints, tire tracks (from Mero's wheelchair) and slime (from Suu). That dream ended there, so there was no half-dead human beneath her that time at least.

Actually; this all started happening the day that letter came in the mail, saying that someone from her tribe was coming to visit to "check on her progress". She knew what that meant; in fact, that was the original reason she went on this exchange in the first place. She was sent by her tribe to bring a human back to be a "Communal Husband", which in a nutshell means a baby-maker for the whole tribe. But after meeting Michael, Miia changed. She didn't want to bring this man back for everyone... she wanted him for herself. She's grown to love Michael, and couldn't stand the thought of anyone else getting their hands on him.

She couldn't tell him though, who knows what he'll think of her then?

'He'll think I'm a such a skank...' Miia thought. Considering what Michael admitted to them about his past and previous relationships, she didn't know how he would take it... but it wouldn't be positive, that she was sure of. Now, did she know who was coming? The letter didn't say, just a representative would be there in a few days... which was also today. She didn't have the heart to tell Michael the truth... it would ruin everything they've been building up this entire time. Sure he was hesitant at first since Miss Smith made a mistake, but he still opened his home to her while the older woman tried to clear it up. When the slacker DID eventually have the paperwork ready to fix the issue, Michael did as Miia requested, even though they had a heated argument about it the day before, and told Miss Smith to brush it under the rug. It was at that moment that her feelings for Michael, while at first she didn't entirely understand what they were, fully blossomed into real genuine love for him at that point.

"Miia?" Michael's voice came, interrupting her thoughts. She looked at him then, his eyes full of concern. "You ok?" He asked her.

"Um... yeah! Everything's fine!" She answered with a strained smile and closed eyes. Michael frowned, as it was written all over her face. Something was wrong and troubling his reptilian friend, that was blatantly obvious, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Was she shedding again?... No. There'd be 'paper' all over the room if that was the case. Everyone's also been on their best behavior lately as well (though once in a while there was a slip up), so that couldn't be it either.

Well... there was that one thing that came in the mail a few days ago...

"Miia..." He said in a gentle tone, then Michael then did something Miia did not expect. He grabbed one of her hands, and intertwined their fingers, something that Miia forced him to do on their first date... ya know, the Love Hotel thing?

"D-Darling?" This caused Miia to open her eyes back up and stare at their conjoined hands. The only other times this happened was when Michael pulled them away from all those humans on that aforementioned date, when he dragged her to a vacant room to talk when she showed up at his college unannounced (granted he had to rub her tail to subdue her first), and when he had to yank her out of Mero's pool when the Lamia had one of her episodes. This was the first time he did it voluntarily in a matter like this. Looking back up at him, she saw his eyes and almost melted in their gaze. She tried to force her eyes to look away, but they wouldn't respond to her commands.

"If something's bothering you, you know you can tell me" Michael continued, still in a gentle, yet serious tone.

Now yes, Michael has pulled her chain a few times to get her to do what he wanted/needed or to match her when she got hot headed over him giving another girl too much attention, and can be sarcastic sometimes, but this was one of those times where those eyes were authentic. She couldn't detect even a smidge of foul play. He was being serious right now, which is just one of the things she loved about him. Could he be an ass? Sure. But in the same token, he was honest. And once you've gotten past the barriers he set up around his heart, you could see he was a kind person.

"... its today," she said, unable to lie to him and even if she did, he'd probably figure it out on his own.

"I figured," Michael said, his hunch proven correct. He was already aware of this visitor due to Miia sharing that information that day, and that's when the poor Lamia started acting strange... stranger than usual in Michael's opinion. If you want a example, she didn't try sneaking into his bedroom late a night, not even once! "You nervous?"

She nodded once. "... a little." She admitted while looking down, with her ears folding down like Centorea's... the reason why being only half true. She was nervous about whom exactly was coming over, but if this guest spilled anything about the original plan... its over. Her life in her Darling's house was over. She had a quick fantasy about Michael, his face full of rage (which she couldn't blame him for), scorning her and she was put back in the same truck she arrived in, being forcefully dragged by government personnel and shoved in as the door closed when she tried slithering back out while saying the first part of Michael's name, being cut off buy the shutting sound of the door. She called out to Michael, using both his name and nickname she gave him, but it was all in vain as the truck took off.

Michael couldn't exactly understand where Miia was coming from, mainly because his family was always busy and it was always Miss Smith and him... actually scratch that, this was Miss Smith he was bringing up. But even so, he squeezed Miia's hand a bit tighter to get her attention back on him. "I'll be here, Miia. Right here to support you." He said. "No matter who shows up, we'll get through it together."

Miia's eyes glazed over, staring right into Michael's. "D... Darling..." she said softly, squeezing his hand back. It was then they both realized how close they were, but it didn't appear to effect them, they just kept looking into each others eyes. In fact, they slowly edged closer. Even without his eye fetish (which he still didn't get how Rachnera misinterpreted that one), Michael couldn't deny that the Lamia was a very beautiful girl. Likewise, while Michael wasn't exactly what Miia would call the perfect guy, he was her guy. Their eyes slowly began closing as their faces drew ever so closer...

...

...

HONK! HONK!

They both opened their eyes quickly, their lips less than an inch away, but it didn't matter anymore. Another moment... ruined. "Uh... looks like they're here, eh?" Michael said, awkwardly

"Um... y-yeah, I guess so..." Miia said, also awkwardly as she and him backed off... but in her mind, she was surrounded by red aura. 'Dam-MIIIIIIIIIIIT! Just when we were having another mo-MEEEEEEEENT!' She thought, wishing she had something to squeeze the life out of right now! This was the fucking Aquarium ALL OVER AGAIN! Whoever was in that vehicle, she was gonna beat to a bloody pulp!

If only she was prepared for who was in there...

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The entire household gathered outside, seeing that at front of the house was one of the many trucks used in the Interspecies Exchange Program. Like Michael, everyone was already aware of the visit, hence the reason they've been cleaning the house together for the past couple of days to make sure it was spotless. That included the webs, feathers and hair of certain individuals; including those individuals' rooms, so the entire house was fresh and clean. You could eat and drink off the floor with all the work they did, and smelled the same way.

Centorea's room was the hardest room for... reasons. But they've gotten used to that already.

The back of the truck opened, then a ramp came down with a clanking sound. Walking out... or rather, slithering out... was another Lamia. Another red Lamia, who looked to be no more than a few years older than Miia herself. In fact, if they weren't wearing different outfits, you'd never be able to tell the difference! Same "D" hairclips, same eyes, same red scales, similar body types... it was pretty much a Miia 2.0! Speaking of her outfit, it was elegant-looking with 3 rings in each wrist, and a long skirt paired with a top that didn't leave much to the imagination, her breasts maybe a few centimeters bigger than Miia's (though still noticeably a cup bigger). She also had a slightly different hairstyle than Miia, having 2 long twintails and a third shorter one down her back. Lastly, the only difference for her facial features were that she had 3 scales on her cheeks as opposed to Miia's 2.

"Yoo-Hoo!~ Miia!~" Said the Second Miia in a cheerful, singsong-like way as she came out of the truck.

'Whoa... a Miia V2,' Michael thought, getting a good look at the older Lamia. He had to admit, she was just as hot and as pretty as the current model he was living with. He used to think the hairclips were just a style Miia chose, but seeing a second one wear them told him that it must be a cultural thing. This version also wore more elegant clothing unlike Miia, who wore normal clothes. Maybe she was royalty or something? Maybe rich like him? "Oh, wow. I didn't know you had an older sister" said Michael, assuming since this Lamia looked like a carbon copy of Miia, they must be sisters.

Miia, who was next to him, felt awkward. That was NOT. Her sister. "Um?... Darling?" Miia said, in a soft tone that matched the one when he accidentally swiped her underwear that one time. "... Meet my Mama." She introduced.

"... Ha! That's a weird name for a si..." Michael said with a smile, then stopped, processing what Miia had just said. Switching to first-person view, Michael was currently looked at Miia before his eyesight quickly panned to Miia V2, then back to Miia.

Miia V2.

Miia.

Miia V2.

Miia.

It went to Miia V2 one last time and a second later, imaginary textboxes and blinking arrows pointed at Mother Miia with the words: "MILF ALERT!" on them, and flashing lights and alarm sounds going off.

'MAMA?!' Michael screamed in his brain, his mouth dropping down past his neck like Robin Williams' Genie. This was Miia's mother?! He couldn't believe it! She looked so young, looking to be in her 20's, but nowhere near her 30's! He could swear this woman's age was pushing no more than 24... 26 maximum! 'Well Mama-fucking-Miia,' he thought, fully aware of the pun he just made. 'Fuck me sideways with a Chastity belt in a snake pit!' He continued, still shocked that this woman was a mother, but at least he knew where Miia got her looks from.

Seriously... If Miia didn't tell him...

"You must be 'Darling', right?" Asked Mama Miia, approaching the group and seeing the human next to Miia. "Miia's told me so much about you. I'm sorry for any trouble she's caused. She can be quite a handful, can't she?" She continued in a kind voice, almost girly and giggly, and then started holding out a hand to offer a handshake, also apologizing on behalf of her daughter.

Michael began to calm down a little. It appeared this lady was kind and gentle. "Oh, believe me. I know," he said, agreeing with the older woman. At least she knew her daughter well, so he could see the two of them getting along despite the age difference. Miia felt really embarrassed at all of this, but couldn't get the words out. Michael then extended one of his hands to return the handshake. "It gets a little crazy, but she's no..." Before Michael could even finish that last sentence, the older Lamia's hand shot forward and grabbed his wrist before...

SQUISH!

"...!" Michael just stood there... no words, mouth agape, just stared at what was happening. He normally would have said something witty and/or smart, but this woman caught him completely off-guard! Not only did she force him to grope her, but she also did a crotch-grab, moving her hand up and down like a small handjob! She didn't even look embarrassed either, just held a serious expression like she was studying him or something. This was also shared with the rest of the homestays, they're eyes all turned white from the older Lamia's actions. This snake was worse than the one they live with! Speaking of whom, she mainly felt a mix of fury and unease.

"Oh my... your a late bloomer then, aren't you?" Mama Miia said, either oblivious or ignorant of what her actions just caused. "Tee-hee-hee. Your a very lucky girl, Miia" She continued, waving her hand as if to fan herself, her cheeks reddening after the fact.

'... you've GOT to be kidding...' thought Michael, still recovering for the very forward nature of the older Lamia.

"Well, no point in standing out here. Show me around inside!" Mama Miia said, heading for the front door of the house.

"... ok, first of all: we don't help any snake shed without permisson. Second of all..." Michael said, still not entirely over MILF Miia's 'greeting', but followed behind her so he could open the door himself. As he continued talking to MILF Miia, the only response the rest of the household had to all of this was glaring daggers' at Miia's back while they were covered in a dark aura, which Miia felt even though she wasn't looking at them. The poor snake-girl was hugging herself and shaking at the sudden vibes coming from her rear, feeling as if the temperature dropped several degrees.

This was gonna be a LONG day...