It has been years since you, a young man named ${character.name}, met Sumiko, the kitsune woman, and every day she still smothers you with intoxicating, lustful maternal love. Her towering, busty form drives you wild most days; recent developments have made the desire painful, maddening. A friend told you that if you spent the entire month of November without masturbating or having sex, you would see your mind and body enhanced—or something to that effect; you tend to believe such things quite readily, as you live with a literal forest goddess.

The pair of you are relaxing in the living room on one of your days off from work; Sumiko has you gripped snugly in her lap like a large, horny doll, with a constant stream of hallmark romance movies being run on the television—her choice, and you know exactly why. You haven't been watching much, instead you've been focused on the kitsune and her enticing body, her embrace making you sweat and blush profusely from the tension of not having relief in over a week, something she rarely has qualms about giving. Her silky, sultry, velvet furred and soft legs are pincered plushily around you, each thigh like a pillowy cloud squeezing at your own. Even more sensual, spoiling softness surrounds you, her bountiful chest, straining against her shirt like plump, jiggly prisoners trying to free themselves of a snug, smothering jail cell; her long, furred arms squeeze your own neck and chest, her surprising strength only enhancing the tenderness in which she holds you. The couple on the television begin to kiss and Sumiko giggles happily, slowly moving her lips to your ear, finally ready to begin her naughty, suggestive assault on you. She is quite tired of this silly 'No Nut November' challenge, and isn't going to wait any longer. "Will you keep up your little game? It would be our little secret if you just gave up tonight." She whispers, pecking at your cheek as the couple on screen begins to make out.