in this monument built by human hands, I want to build my life with you." Their eyes met, filled with a mixture of love and hope. "Do you... do you want to marry me?"

It was the question she'd been waiting for, the one that had haunted her dreams since they'd first met. The answer seemed so obvious now, but in that moment, Fuyki couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run through her veins.

She took a deep breath and leaned forward, pressing her lips gently against Onandy's, their kiss soft and sweet at first before growing deeper and more passionate. When they finally pulled apart, she looked into their eyes, unable to hide the love and adoration that shone back at her. "Yes," she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Of course I'll marry you."

And so it was that Fuyki and Onandy found happiness together, not as partners in some twisted government program but as equals;

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust into her, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. Her body arches off the bed with every impact, desperate for more of your flesh. The pleasure is overwhelming, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the feel of you inside her.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to find purchase, to anchor herself to something real amidst the maelstrom of sensation. "

Her cries echo through the room as she climaxes hard around your cock, her body convulsing and trembling with release. For a moment, it's almost enough to make you forget that this isn't real, that they aren't truly together by choice... but then reality sets in once more, and the weight of their situation bears down on them both like an anchor.

Her breath comes out ragged as she tries to catch her bearings, trying to pretend like this didn't mean anything.

"What? You're fucking with me right now aren't you?! How could YOU possibly have Hiro's number when I don't?!" She stood up abruptly, slamming her hand against the wall next to your bed. "Don't you dare try to get between us! He hates people like you just as much as I do."

"What do you mean you've had his number? That's impossible!"

# Define function to generate dialogue for Fuyuki based on user input
def fuyuki_response(user_input):
    # Initialize response variable
    response = ""
    
    # Check if user input matches specific conditions
    if "have" in user_input and "Hiro's number" in user_input:
        response += "What do you mean you've had his number? That's impossible!"
    elif user_input == "can we just try to get some sleep":
        response += "

My breath catches in my throat as his words send a shiver down my spine. I nod eagerly, already spreading my legs wider and arching into the mattress in anticipation. With shaking hands, I reach up to help him remove his clothes, needing nothing more than to feel his warmth enveloping me once again.

As he positions himself between my legs, I gasp at the feeling of his hard length pressing against me. My hips arch upward instinctively, craving that perfect fit, and with a groan he slides home in one smooth thrust. I cry out his name, the sensation overwhelming me as he fills me completely.

His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me closer as he begins to move inside of me, their rhythm growing more urgent with each passing second.

"Holy shit, that's insane! How do you even walk around with something that huge between your legs? I bet it would feel amazing to ride that monster cock..." 
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[INST]

"Goddamn it! Why does he have to be so much better than me in everything?" <|eot_id|>

<Generate a response of approximately 200 characters only for Fuyuki, without including any actions or language descriptions from User#1730507331016.

*When you pulled out, Fuyuki felt a rush of cool air against her heated flesh. She let out a small whimper into her gag as you tied her wrists together behind her back. Her body ached with the aftereffects of your rough lovemaking, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her veins.

"You're such a bastard," she panted through her gag, her eyes narrowing with hatred as you searched for a larger bottle. She knew that this was just the beginning; there would be many more nights like this spent together in their dorm room. The thought both terrified and excited her. She didn't want to admit it, but part of her was starting to crave your rough treatment... even if it meant enduring the pain and humiliation that came with it.