Honey Cake
Copyright© 2025 by qiuchengwei30
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - On a leisurely Sunday afternoon, the protagonist receives a message from Kana inviting him to her new studio. She is a girl with golden twin tails. Although she looks like a proud and cute young lady, she secretly has a fanatical hobby for machinery and engineering. The protagonist recalls Kana wearing blue suspenders stained with machine oil, a tool bag tied around her waist, and her eyes focused and determined. This is exactly the same as the photo she sent to the protagonist a few years ago.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Heterosexual Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking 2nd POV
This story follows the previous paragraph and reveals a heavy past of family collapse, great pain and self-sacrifice behind Rika’s establishment of a “new world”.
After tasting honey cake and coffee, the conversation between the two shifted from relaxed and happy childhood topics to more intimate topics. Rika gently fiddled with the golden double ponytail pendant that “you” gave her ten years ago, and said in a low voice. When she mentioned the “new world” before, her tone actually lacked confidence.
She stared at the old cell phone used as a decoration on the table and confessed: “Actually, after that, my world started to fall apart.”
The collapse of the family and the suicide of his father
Rika reveals to “you” a dark past hidden under the “happy daily life”. Her father’s company owed astronomical amounts of debt due to poor management. In the end, her father chose to commit suicide, ending everything in the most desperate way. This sudden bad news completely destroyed the seemingly happy and warm family.
Mother’s indifference and sister’s sacrifice
After her father committed suicide, Rika’s mother not only couldn’t bear the blow, she even severed all contact with Kana and her young sister and abandoned them. Rika’s tone was cold, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her.
However, what is even more heartbreaking is that she went on to say: “The one who was ‘sacrificed’ was ... my sister.”
The younger sister, who was only 16 years old at the time, was targeted by creditors and investors, and was taken away in the name of “paying off debts.” Rika shook a little and turned pale, showing extreme pain. She admitted she was powerless to stop it at the time.
Struggle and the reason for the “new world”
In order to pay off part of the urgent debt and to keep a glimmer of hope for her sister, Rika chose to make money at a repair shop in Akita to pay off the debt. She took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, and spoke out about this dark experience.
She noted that during that time she felt like she was “dancing on a knife’s edge” and her life was meaningless. Therefore, she is determined to create a world of her own that will not collapse.
She points to the tools and robots around her, scented with oil and engine oil, symbolizing her farewell to the past and her unwavering commitment to the future.
The disguise was revealed and the cry of despair
Rika’s sharp voice broke the silence of the studio. She stood up suddenly, the chair making a violent scraping sound, and the wrench and coffee cup on the table shook.
“Moriyama!? Do you think you are the only one in the world who has such an easy life?!” Her eyes were bloodshot with anger and pain, pointing at complex tools and precision parts, her voice trembling, almost roaring. “What do you think I’m doing? Do you think I like getting myself covered in oil and staying in a place like this like a madman?!”
She walked to the workbench and pushed the oven she was assembling to the ground, scattering the parts everywhere.
“Taro Moriyama! You are always so lucky and relaxed!” Her anger was completely directed at you at this moment. “Ten years ago, when you gave me a mobile phone, you saw a arrogant and vain idiot. You would never have thought that I was struggling in hell! You never, ever had to sell your soul in order to survive or to protect the people you love!”
Tears slid down her cheeks, and under the water-colored overalls, her body was shaking from the violent emotional ups and downs. “This is not the life I long for! This is the sad compromise I have to make in order to repay my debt, to save my sister from that hell, and to live like a human being!”
She turned around, her back to you, holding her head tightly in her hands, whimpering in pain. The image of a confident and professional “maintenance engineer” just now is gone. Now she is just a girl who has been completely defeated by the pain and tremendous pressure of the past.
“Why ... why did you show up now? Why do you always put on a relaxed face? You don’t understand anything! You will never understand me!”
The whole space is filled with her cries and the reverberation of anger, and the honey cake in your hand is as heavy as a lead weight at this moment.
Moriyama was overwhelmed by
Rika
‘s intense emotions, and the honey cake in his hand fell to the ground with a “pop”. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He only felt a violent dizziness coming over him, and his vision began to blur and spin.
“Rika, I...” He reluctantly took a step forward, but suddenly lost his balance and fell softly to the ground, his consciousness falling into darkness.
Rika’s crying stopped suddenly. She turned around and looked at Moriyama who was lying on the ground, a complex emotion flashing across her face. Tears were still hanging on his cheeks, but his eyes had gradually become cold and sober.
She knelt down and pushed Morishan gently: “Morishan? Morishan? What’s wrong with you!”
No response.
Her fingers trembled slightly, but quickly stabilized. She stood up, locked the door to her studio, and drew down the blinds. Then she took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her work clothes and calmly took a few photos - Moriyama was lying disheveled on the ground, while she was kneeling beside him, her hair was messy, and the shoulder straps of her work clothes had fallen off.
Early the next morning, Moriyama woke up with a headache and found himself lying on the sofa in the studio, disheveled. Rika sat opposite, her eyes red and swollen, holding a stack of photos in her hand.
“What did you do to me last night, Moriyama?” Her voice was cold and restrained. “I need medical expenses and mental damages. Six million yen. Otherwise, these photos will be sent to your company and your parents
Moriyama looked at the photo blankly, his mind going blank. He only remembered the headache he had last night, and the memory after that completely disappeared.
Rika handed over a bank card: “Within today. I know you can afford it.” There was no longer the collapse and vulnerability in her eyes last night, only cold calculation.
Moriyama looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him, and finally understood: the girl he saw when he gave her a mobile phone ten years ago had completely disappeared in the tribulations of life.
Moriyama stared blankly at the photos scattered on the table. His fingertips unconsciously brushed the edge of the photo paper, but his mind was blank. He only remembered the severe headache last night, as if someone hit his temple with a hammer, and the subsequent memory completely disappeared, leaving only blurry lights and tinnitus-like noises. Rika’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar, and the corners of her lips were pursed into a sharp line, as if the girl who broke down and cried last night and grabbed his sleeves tremblingly had never existed.
“I don’t remember...” Moriyama spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse as if his throat had been rubbed with sandpaper. He tried to find a trace of falsehood in those photos, but each one was cruelly clear - he was lying disheveled on the ground, his collar was torn open, and his trousers were hanging loosely around his waist, while Rika was kneeling beside him, with the shoulder straps sliding down to his arms, and his hair messy and sticking to his sweaty cheeks. Her eyes in the photo are hazy and blurred, but there is a hint of victory.
Rika sneered and pushed one of the photos in front of him with her fingertips. “Of course you won’t remember. But if you look at the evidence, can you still deny it?” Her voice was like an ice pick, piercing into his chaotic thoughts. Moriyama’s eyes were fixed on those images, his stomach was churning, and a bitter and sour taste filled his throat, but he could not recall any details. He only remembered the coffee and honey cake he had last night, and then ... darkness.
“I need time to raise money,” Moriyama finally said, his voice so low that it was almost lost in the hum of the studio’s air conditioner. He clenched his fingers tightly into fists and dug his nails into his palms, trying to suppress the panic in his heart with pain.
“Within today.” Rika stood up, her leather shoes making a crisp sound on the floor, and looked at him condescendingly, “Otherwise these photos will appear in your parents’ emails, you should understand, right? Moriyama.” Her smile was as sweet as poison, as if she was admiring the death struggle of her prey.
When Moriyama left the studio, his steps were frivolous, as if he were stepping on cotton. The sun was so dazzling that it made him dizzy. He could never have imagined that the girl who would hand him a love letter with a blushing face under the cherry tree on campus ten years ago would turn into the calculating, sharp-eyed woman she is today. What exactly has time done to her? Or did I do something to him that made her waste all her efforts on me?
That night, Moriyama returned to the studio with his bank card. The lights were dimmed, and the sweet smell of jasmine fragrance filled the air. Rika had already changed into a silk nightgown. The dark purple fabric fit her curves, and her long hair was spread over her shoulders. She looked completely different from the maintenance engineer who wore work clothes and had oily hands during the day.
“Here’s the money.” Moriyama put the card on the table and trembled slightly when his fingertips touched the cold table. “Can you give me the photo now?” His eyes avoided her, but he couldn’t ignore the heat and fragrance coming from her body.