In front of her eyes—
Satomi was straddling Satoshi, her bare back arched, her hands planted on his chest as she moved atop him, moaning without shame.
Riding him.
Her own father.
Kyouko stood frozen in the doorway, her breath caught.
She slowly reached into her purse.
Pulled out her phone.
And hit record.
She needed evidence.
This wasn't just betrayal—
It was proof of something vile.
Something she had once suspected…
But prayed she was wrong about.
They still didn't notice her.
Still tangled in their disgusting pleasure.
She held the phone steady, her face unreadable.
Then, after a moment—
She stopped recording.
Took a single breath.
And finally—
Her voice, sharp and slicing through the air:
"What are you two doing!!!"
Satomi and Satoshi both froze, eyes wide in shock, their tangled limbs scrambling apart in a clumsy panic.
Satomi yelped and pulled away, grabbing for the bedsheet to cover herself.
"M-Mom!" she gasped, her voice shaking. "This—this isn't—"
