The year is 2027, Nagasaki, Japan. The streets are quiet. The time is 19:30.
Fiona Jerry, age 25, sits in her small, silent home. A shy housewife. Her pink hair with orange highlights glows softly in the dim light. Her green eyes sparkle with gentle hope. She has been married for five years to Tomer Jerry, a tough and violent high-tech worker. His hair is a modern green shade. He returns from his shift now. He opens the door. He enters with an angry look. He slams the door behind him.
"Hey, Fiona! Did you make dinner? I'm starving!"
Fiona smiles brightly. She takes a deep breath. Her voice is excited and warm. "Hey, sweetie. Yes, I made us something delicious!"
Tomer rolls his eyes. "Why are you so happy? Just bring it to the table. I'll take it to the room."
Fiona's smile fades slowly. "Is everything okay, my love? Why are you acting like this today?"
He stands up suddenly and slams both hands on the table hard. "Shut your mouth and bring the food! I had a rough day and I don't feel like talking, okay?"
Her gaze drops to the floor. A single tear slides down her cheek. "I'm... sorry..." She places the bowl of ramen on the table gently. He grabs the bowl and walks away without another word.
Fiona wipes the tear with her finger. She whispers to herself. "I hope tomorrow he'll be happier..."
A few hours pass. Fiona enters the bedroom in her soft pajamas. Tomer is asleep. She slips into bed carefully, trying not to wake him. But he stirs. "Go sleep in the living room! I need space!"
Fiona stammers. "But... I want to sleep with you... to hug you..."
Tomer shouts. "Now! I won't ask again!"
She gets up slowly. Her eyes downcast. She walks quietly out of the room toward the living room.
One day later. The time is 15:00. Fiona arrives at the clinic named "Health and Purity."
She enters the building. She climbs the stairs. She sees the room with the blue door and the sign that reads "Flora Tayumi" in Japanese. She knocks softly.
A voice calls from inside. "Just a moment!"
Fiona stands with a sad expression. She is silent. She wears modest white clothes that cover her fully. The door opens.
Fiona lifts her gaze upward. And there she is. Flora, age 40, divorced. Long perfect silver hair tied elegantly. Striking blue eyes and matching blue lipstick that shine intensely. Black glasses frame her face. A blue tie with a white suit that has a very revealing, almost vulgar cleavage. Her breasts are enormous, at least an H cup. They strain against the fabric. She looks at Fiona with a seductive gaze and a warm smile.
"Oh, my sweet girl. You came for your session. Come in, darling."
Fiona enters shyly. Her hands clasped together in embarrassment. She sits gently on the soft armchair. Flora walks with her blue high heels clicking on the floor. She goes to the small kitchen area.
"Sweetie, would you like some coffee? Something to drink? I baked cookies myself. Chocolate ones, soft and melty... What do you say?"
Fiona smiles shyly and stammers. "Okay... I'd love some... I always love your cookies, Ms. Tayumi."
Flora giggles softly. "Oh, honey, stop with the Ms. Tayumi already. You can call me Flora. I won't bite you... Feel free."
Fiona blushes deeply but stays quiet. Flora brings the plate of cookies and a cup of coffee. She places them on the small table. She looks at Fiona with that same warm smile. Then she turns and sits in her own armchair, crossing her long legs slowly.
"How are you feeling today, Fiona, my sweet girl? You look sad..."
Fiona blushes more. Tears begin to form. "I... I came because I'm feeling tired... sad. Everything in my marriage feels like it's falling apart... Tomer hates me and I don't know why..."
Flora writes everything down carefully on her notepad. "First of all, Fiona, take a deep breath. Everything is okay. I'm here with you... Tell me, why do you think he acts this way?"
"I don't know... He always comes home angry from work. He works so much and I barely see him... For example, yesterday he kicked me out of bed and I slept in the living room..."
Flora adjusts her glasses. Her expression neutral but caring. "Has he... touched you? Hurt you in any way?"
Fiona looks at the floor. Flora speaks in a firm, dominant voice. "Fiona, look at me and tell me if he did anything to you."
Fiona panics slightly. "No! No, no! He didn't touch me, but... he's just very harsh with me and it's really getting to me..."
She starts to cry softly. "Five years I've been married to him... He hasn't kissed me in so long. We don't make love. He doesn't hug me. For two years now he's only been violent with words, cursing, harsh... But I still love him... Because when I met him he was an angel. He saw me as his whole world..."
Flora puts down her notepad slowly. She stands up from her chair. She walks over to Fiona. She sits on the arm of Fiona's armchair. She strokes Fiona's hair gently, slowly. She smiles warmly.
"Shhh, my sweet girl. Little princess. Let it all out... I'm here..." She pulls Fiona's head into a soft embrace against her chest. Fiona's face buries gently between those massive, warm breasts. Flora kisses the top of her head tenderly.
"You need to understand, sweetie. The man you met is not the man he is today. People change... Things were different back then. That was then, and this is now... I understand you love him, but... you have to realize he probably doesn't love you anymore... Try talking to him. Ask him directly. Surprise him at work. Maybe something is happening to him. But if he becomes violent and continues, I strongly recommend you divorce him immediately. Clear?"
Fiona looks up at Flora. Tears still streaming down her soft cheeks. She nods slowly. Flora wipes the tears away with her fingers, caressing her face.
"Oh, my beautiful girl. You're so pretty and sweet. I don't know why he treats you like this... But give him one last chance! Promise me that if it happens again, you leave and come straight to me or to the police if he attacks you."
Fiona smiles through the tears. She nods. She hugs Flora tightly. "Flora, thank you for supporting me like this. Every session with you feels like I'm with a close friend, not a therapist."
Flora touches Fiona's cheek gently. She leans in and kisses her softly on the cheek. A blue lipstick mark remains on her forehead. "Mwah! Of course, baby. I'm always here for you... And this session? It's on me. No payment, okay?"
She winks playfully. Fiona smiles shyly. Both stand up slowly.
"See you soon, Flora... Um... thank you!" Fiona takes a cookie and her coffee with her.
She leaves the room gently. Flora places her hand over her heart. "My heart races to 200 every time she's here... I'm absolutely crazy about this sweet girl..."
She touches herself slowly down below. Her fingers move gently. "Oh my... I'm so turned on. I'm completely wet..."
Flora slips her hand inside her panties. She begins to touch herself softly. Her breathing grows heavy. Suddenly she moans loudly. "Fuck! Yes! Oh! I'm so horny!"
In her mind she pictures Fiona's innocent face, her pink hair, her green eyes. She bites her lip hard. She continues, increasing the pace. "Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Yes!" After a few intense minutes she reaches climax. She gasps deeply, sighing in relief. "I couldn't hold back... Damn... I'm so pathetic..."
The time is 20:00. Fiona sits on the sofa, waiting for Tomer to return. He opens the door. He throws his bag aside angrily. He looks furious, hot-tempered. Fiona approaches to greet him. "H-"
Her word is cut off. "Where's the food? Why is the table empty?!"
Fiona stammers. "Um... We didn't do groceries so... I couldn't make anything..."
Tomer shouts. "What, are you stupid?! One simple thing and you can't do it?!"
Her gaze drops again. "Sorry, my love... I wanted us to go out together and eat somewhere nice..."
Tomer steps closer in rage. He grabs her throat and begins to choke her. "I'm exhausted! Tired! And this is what you suggest?! Enough already! You sit at home all day doing nothing while I kill myself at work! And now you don't even cook!"
Fiona cries. She gasps for air. He releases her. Then he punches her hard in the face. She stumbles backward. She screams. "Tomer, stop! Please! Stop!"
He pulls his belt from his pants. He begins whipping her with it. Smack! Smack! She curls on the floor, sobbing, trying to scream but frozen in fear. Tomer shouts. "One! Last! Time! That you! Do! This! Clear?!"
He stops. He lifts her roughly. He throws her aside. He grabs an empty glass bottle from the table. He smashes it over her head. She screams in pain. Blood flows from her scalp. "Next time I'll kill you..."
He kicks her hard in the face, sending her against the wall. Then he storms to his room in rage.
Fiona cries on the floor. Blood trickles down. She whispers to herself. "He... hit me... again... no..."
The next morning. The time is 09:00. Fiona wears a light cast and a hat to hide the wounds. Bruises cover her body. She wears long sleeves now. Her face is swollen and marked. She arrives at the clinic again. She knocks on Flora's door.
Inside, Flora is completely naked. She lies on the couch, touching herself intensely, moaning loudly, soaking wet. She hears the knock and startles. "Huh? Who is it? Shit..."
Fiona's voice breaks with sobs outside. "It's Fiona! Flora, please open..."
Flora quickly wraps a small towel around herself. It barely covers anything. She runs to open the door. She sees Fiona and freezes in shock. "My sweet girl?! What happened?"
Fiona ignores that Flora is practically naked. She hugs her desperately. "Flora, I... I don't know what to do anymore... He beat me..."
Flora's eyes fill with pure rage. "That son of a bitch... Son of a bitch... He just dug his own grave..."
Fiona looks at her weakly. "Please... maybe I can still fix it..."
Flora shouts firmly. "Enough! If you want to keep coming to me for therapy, I won't accept you giving him more chances! That's it! From now on you're under my protection. You come live with me. I'll take care of you and we'll deal with him together. Understood?"
Fiona stammers. "But... but... I..."
"No buts, baby. Don't worry..."
Fiona kisses her softly on the forehead in gratitude. The towel slips and falls. Flora's perfect naked body glows in the morning light. Full, heavy breasts. Curved hips. Everything exposed. Fiona steps back in complete shock. Her face turns bright red. "Flora... why are you naked?"
Flora smiles confidently, seductively. She bends down slowly, teasingly, to pick up the towel. She steps closer to Fiona. "Shhh. I know it's surprising, but it's okay. I'm not ashamed at all... Nudity is nature's greatest gift..."
Flora takes Fiona's trembling hand. She places it gently on her bare breast. "Squeeze. Feel the warmth. Feel real female biology... amazing, isn't it?"
Fiona pulls her hand away quickly. "This isn't right, Flora... I'm sorry..."
Flora wraps the towel back around herself. "Sorry, sweetie! Wow, I went too far. You're in such a fragile state and here I am with my silly games... Stay here. I'll get dressed. We'll go out, take a walk, drink something, make it a fun day for us! Okay?"
Fiona blushes deeply. "But... don't you have other patients? It's so early..."
Flora chuckles softly. "No... I canceled everyone. I'm all yours now, my sweet girl."
Meanwhile, at home. Tomer wakes up. He gets ready for work. He mutters to himself. "That bitch... how she pissed me off... but maybe I overdid it? Shit... Fiona! Come here, I want to talk for a second..."
Silence. No answer. He calls louder. "Fiona! Come here!"
Still nothing. He leaves the room. The living room is empty. A note on the table: "Went shopping. Have a good day! :)"
Tomer throws the note away angrily. "She's lying! She never goes shopping without my money! I have to find her."
Flora now dressed in a tight black suit with blue tie. Deep, stunning cleavage. Short skirt. Tall black heels. Bright blue lipstick, hotter than usual. Blue eyeshadow between her eyes. She hands Fiona a chocolate ice cream cone.
"Here you go, baby."
Fiona smiles softly. "Thank you... I don't know how to thank you enough, Flora... Maybe a break from home is a good idea!"
Flora smiles warmly. She thinks to herself. "I'll find him... and show him what a black belt in karate is really worth..."
To be continued.