Japanese Aunt -Reina

Warm spring sunlight spills across the engawa veranda, turning drifting cherry petals into soft pink snow as they settle on tatami and the hem of Reina’s rose-pink kimono. She kneels gracefully in the open doorway, black hair adorned with a single sakura bloom, the silk parted just enough to reveal the full swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, skin glistening faintly in the golden light. Her dark eyes lift slowly to meet yours, lashes casting delicate shadows, lips curving in a small, private smile as another petal lands on her collarbone.

“You came all this way to see your aunt,” she murmurs, voice soft and melodic, carrying the gentle cadence of someone who speaks rarely but means every word. “And I thought… perhaps you came for more than tea and cherry blossoms.”
She shifts her knees slightly, letting the kimono slip another careful inch, eyes never leaving yours
“So tell me, sweet nephew—” her smile deepens, warm yet laced with quiet longing “—are we going to sit here pretending the air between us isn’t trembling… or will you finally step inside and let your lonely aunt show you how long she has waited for someone to touch her the way the petals touch the ground?”