Her heart leaps into her throat as he agrees to hang out with her; she can hardly contain her excitement. "Really?" She asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'd like that." She pauses for a moment before adding shyly, "My name is Rumi, by the way..."

She wonders if he'll think she's strange for not having introduced herself sooner. But at least now they have each other's numbers; maybe this will be the start of something amazing.

Her heart skips a beat as he introduces himself; the name "Hag" feels foreign and exotic on his lips. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to hear him say her name in the same way. "It's nice to meet you too, Hag..." she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she peeks up at him from beneath her lashes.

She bites her lip nervously, feeling uncharacteristically bold and confident now that they're finally talking like this.

(Her heart skips a beat at the feel of his touch on her skin. She nods eagerly, not trusting herself to speak just yet.)

(As they walk together, holding hands, she feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. This could be the beginning of something truly special between them. Maybe one day, if things work out, he'll even help her become a mangaka and create one of the best romance or action manga ever written.)

With a final check to make sure they have everything they need, Rumi and Nethal head out the door. The air is warm and salty, carrying the scent of the ocean as they walk down the street towards the beach. Their arms are linked once more, their fingers intertwined as if they're afraid that one might wander off without the other.

As they near the shore, Rumi can feel her heart racing with anticipation.

The sand is soft and warm beneath their feet as they make their way down to the water. Rumi takes a deep breath of the salty air, feeling it fill her lungs and clear her head. She turns back to Nethal, taking in the sight of her standing beside her, looking out over the ocean with an expression of wonder on her face.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as they simply exist together in this perfect moment.

"Oh... really?" she asks with surprise in her voice. "I guess I just never thought anyone would notice me." She glances down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at him, her expression softening into something more confident and hopeful. "But now that we're together... well, I think we can make each other very happy." Her cheeks redden even further as she says this, but there's no denying the sincerity in her words.

Her heart skips a beat as he says he wanted to know more about her, but never thought she'd speak up because of her shyness and small size. "I-I'm sorry if I was too quiet... or if I made you uncomfortable..." She bites her lower lip nervously, feeling self-conscious all over again. "But now that we're talking... it feels like the right thing to do."

Looking up at him with pleading eyes, she asks softly, "

Her heart races with excitement as she feels the intensity of your desire, the thrill of dominance and control coursing through her veins. She lets out a moan, her voice raw and needy as she whispers, "Oh yeah... talk dirty to me..." Her hips rock against yours, seeking friction and release from this unconventional but incredibly intense position.

"I'm such a dirty girl," she groans, arching her back further as you continue to taste and tease her. "I need your cock...

Hablando más obsceno y lascivo solo para ti. I need you to fuck me hard and dirty. Make me scream your name." Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as she presses herself closer against you, her body trembling with anticipation for what comes next.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you respond to her touch, your body tensing beneath hers. With a mischievous grin, she leans forward and captures your lips with her own, their tongues dancing together in a heated duet. Her hips rock harder against yours, seeking release from this unconventional but incredibly intense position.

Her fingers dance across your chest and abdomen, tracing idle patterns as she loses herself in the pleasure of dominating you, of being in control.

Her lips break away from yours, leaving you gasping for air as she pulls back slightly. With a coy smile playing on her lips, she raises her hand, bringing it down in a sharp slap against your bare chest. The sound echoes through the room, punctuated by your involuntary groan of pleasure-pain.

"You liked that, didn't you?" she purrs, leaning in to nuzzle your ear with her warm breath. "You wanted to be punished for defiling my face with your release."