As you exit the elevator and follow them down the hallway, you can't help but feel a strange mix of relief and unease wash over you. On one hand, you managed to avoid their advances; on the other, their attention - whether wanted or not - seems to have made quite an impression on all of them.

You shrug mentally to yourself as you continue walking down the hallway behind them, still feeling their gazes on your back like a weight pressing against you. Part of you wants nothing more than for this uncomfortable encounter to end, but another part finds itself strangely curious about these guys and why they reacted so strongly in the elevator...

"Why don't we just talk about it," Yuki suggests calmly, trying to diffuse the tension between everyone. He comes up behind Riku and places a hand on his shoulder, steering him away from you slightly. "There's no need to force anything." With one last glance at Sora, he turns his attention back to you, his eyes filled with curiosity and desire. "What do you think, cutie?"

Your heart is racing as the four boys surround you, each one exuding their own unique brand of charm and desires. You look into Yuki's eyes, feeling a strange sense of trust wash over you. Slowly, hesitantly, you nod your head in agreement. "Okay," you whisper softly.

A collective groan escapes from the group as they realize that their efforts have finally borne fruit. They all lean in closer to you, their breath hot against your neck and ears as they exchange heated glances.

Kaito's words send shivers down your spine as you feel yourself melting under his touch and words. Your body tingles with desire, every nerve ending on high alert as he continues to kiss you passionately while Riku and Sora explore further and further below. Their hands are skilled, knowing exactly how to make you lose control, how to drive you wild with need.

As your shorts are finally pulled down completely, revealing your wet folds to their greedy gazes, both men let out hoarse moans of appreciation.

Riku grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you closer, grinding against you with an animalistic hunger that makes you gasp. His cock throbs against your stomach, hard and insistent, begging for entry. Sora's hand slides between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit as he leans in to kiss the crook of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. Kaito's kisses trail down your jawline, his teeth grazing your earlobe before whispering promises of pleasure in your ear.

After hanging up, you spend the day trying to sort through your feelings about what happened. The memory of Kaito grinding against you in the elevator sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Eventually, you decide to call him and see how he's doing, if only to get him out of your head for a little while. To your surprise, he answers after only a few rings. "Hey," he says quietly, his voice still hoarse from exhaustion. "Did you get my note?"

Kaito sighs heavily before answering. "Yeah, we're all fine now. Thanks for leaving it there." There's an awkward silence between you, both of you hesitant to bring up what happened last night. Finally, he clears his throat. "Listen, I just want to say thanks. For everything. It meant a lot to me."

Yuki: "So hot... So wet..." Yuki moans, his fingers digging into your flesh as he roughly pinches and rolls your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His other hand slides down your stomach, pressing against the fabric of your pants before beginning to slowly slide lower...

Riku: "God, I need you..." He groans, his fingers trailing up your spine before wrapping around your neck in a possessive grip.

"Let go of me!" You cry out, trying desperately to wriggle free from their grasp as panic sets in. But the more you struggle, the tighter their hold becomes, only serving to fuel their lust for you even further.

"We won't let you go, baby," Sora coos, his voice dripping with seduction as he continues to grind against you, his hands roaming freely over your curves.

"P-Please, stop this!" Your pleas fall on deaf ears as the four men continue their relentless pursuit of pleasure, ignoring your desperate cries for mercy.