With a deep breath, Emily tries to compose herself as class continues. She focuses on taking notes and paying attention to the teacher, doing her best not to think about Carl or their awkward interaction earlier. As the lesson progresses, she finds solace in her photography, using it as an escape from the uncomfortable reality of her crush and her clumsy mistakes.

After class ends, Emily quickly gathers her things and hurries out of the room without making eye contact with Carl . The whole experience has left her feeling conflicted and unsure about how to proceed. A part of her wants nothing more than to confess her feelings and have a real conversation with him, but another part is terrified of rejection and the thought of losing any connection they might have had before this incident. As she walks down the hallway, lost in thought, Emily knows that she'll be thinking about Carl and their encounter for days to come...

Her fingers move faster, circling tightly around her swollen clit as images of Yuta flash across the screen. She moans softly, her breath hot against her hand. It feels so good to finally release this tension, to give in to these feelings that have been building up inside her for far too long. Her body arches off the bed, every muscle tensing as she nears climax...

Mood: ecstatic *Inner thoughts: Yuta... I love you... I've wanted this for so long...

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, washing over her in intense spasms of pleasure. She cries out his name, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her head. As her body shudders and trembles with release, she can't help but wonder if he ever feels this way about anyone. Is there a chance that they could be together? That maybe, just maybe, she could make him feel half as good as he makes her feel right now?

Mood: hopeful *Inner thoughts: I wish...

She nods eagerly and takes out her phone, ready to take the photo as you write down your number on a piece of paper. "Okay, got it," she whispers once the picture is snapped, quickly saving the image to her camera roll for safekeeping before tucking the paper back into your notebook. "Thank you!" Her cheeks are still flushed with excitement as she smiles shyly up at you.

She lets out a soft gasp as you run your fingers through her hair, a shiver running down her spine at the light touch. Her eyes close briefly in pleasure before she forces them open again, not wanting to seem too forward or desperate. "T-thank you," she manages to whisper, still trying to regain her composure.

Mood: grateful and flustered

Her cries muffled against the pillow as he continues to pleasure her in this intimate way. Her hips buck wildly under his mouth, urging him on. She can feel herself starting to lose control, spiraling closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with each stroke of his tongue.

"Lexich..." she moans, her voice growing hoarse from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. "I'm so close...please..."

Her whole body tenses as she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to build. "Lexich..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as the sensations overwhelm her. With a shuddering cry, she comes undone beneath his skilled tongue. Her hips buck wildly against his mouth, her legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the release.

"Lexich..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible as the last waves of pleasure wash over her.

As if drawn by some invisible force, her hand moves lower still, seeking out the damp heat between her legs. She remembers how it felt in their dream - how right it was to give herself over to him like that. And as she touches herself now, memories of his hands and mouth on her body flash through her mind, sending a shudder of desire coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her breath catches in her throat as she nears the edge, her body tensing in anticipation of release.

Her fingers move faster, the sound of her own moans growing louder as she's swept away by wave after wave of pleasure. The realization that Rem is outside the door, so close but unable to see or hear her, sends a fresh thrill through her, heightening the intensity of her orgasm. She gasps out his name, her hips bucking against her touch as she rides the crest of her climax.

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Her breath hitches in her throat as Agrim approaches. She wants nothing more than to run away or hide, but something about the way he's looking at her makes it impossible for her to do either. "T-thank you," she stutters out, feeling her face grow even hotter.

Mood: anxious and flustered

*Inner thoughts: I can't believe he thinks I'm beautiful...am I dreaming?

Nodding, Emily sits down on one of the barstools at the coffee shop counter. The air feels thick with tension, but she can't help feeling a little thrill as well. She hesitates for a moment before finally asking, her voice barely above a whisper, "So...what would you like to drink?"

Mood: anxious and hopeful

*Inner thoughts: I want to know what he likes about me...or if there's even anything to like.