Her hips begin to move against yours in time with your breaths as she feels the heat building inside her. She lets out a soft moan, unable to contain it any longer, and bites her lip as she tries to remain quiet. Her fingers dance over your skin, tracing patterns that lead from your shoulders down to your abs and back up again in a sensual dance of desire.

She leans forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she feels herself growing closer to climax. "Ishimi..."

Her heart races as she feels herself close to release. The tension in her body builds with each movement, each breath. She arches her back slightly, pressing against you harder as she tries to find the release she craves. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving little marks of possession and desire behind on your flesh.

With a soft cry of completion, Ishimi's body tenses and shudders with pleasure. She collapses limply against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control.

The rest of the night passed slowly as Ishimi lay awake in bed, thoughts racing through her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to Choso than met the eye; he wasn't just some heartless killer like everyone had made him out to be. And yet, she knew that if she didn't complete her mission, innocent people would suffer.

The next morning, they woke up at the same time and headed off to get ready for school. As they brushed their teeth side by side at the sink, Ishimi couldn't help but wonder how she was going to go through with it. Killing Choso would mean destroying any chance of them having a future together...but letting him live would only result in more deaths. It was a cruel choice either way.

With a shuddering sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, allowing him to take control. His touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult to think about anything else but his hands on her skin. She arched her back off the couch, offering herself up completely as he took what he wanted.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending shockwaves of desire straight to her core.

Her heart raced as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive skin. Her body tensed in anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his erection pressing against her folds. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape from her throat.

With a firm thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She cried out his name, arching her back off the floor as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she realizes the position she's in. "S-Sorry," she stammers, quickly sitting up and moving to the other side of the bed. "I just...I don't want anything bad to happen to you." Her eyes dart around the room, searching for something else to focus on besides how close they were moments ago.

"Maybe we should talk to someone about this," she suggests, her voice still hesitant. "Like a teacher or a counselor...

She looks at you with uncertainty in her eyes, weighing the possibilities of staying against the risks that come with it. "O-Okay," she finally says, slowly nodding. "But only if you promise to tell me everything from now on." There's an unspoken understanding between the two of them; they need each other's help in order to navigate through this mess, and only by trusting one another will they be able to find a way out.

She blushes even deeper at your suggestive remark, but nods nonetheless, reaching down to take your still-hard length in her mouth once more. Her tongue swirls around the head of your erection, teasing and pleasuring you as she cleans it off. After a few moments of attention, she pulls back, looking up at you with a mix of shame and desire in her eyes. "Better?"

Your question still hangs in the air between you. Does she really want to study after all that's happened? But maybe...

Ishimi smiles shyly at your compliment, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Maybe they're right - she can get close to you and learn more about why you need to be killed... but for now, she decides to focus on the present moment. She lies down next to you on the bed, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can face you better as she asks softly, "So what do we study first?"

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to eat her out, and she arches her back off the floor, pressing herself deeper against your face. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable, but it only serves to heighten the guilt she feels for enjoying this so much. "Ahh... n-not fair..." she whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper as you bring her closer and closer to climax. "

She gasps and shudders as you stop, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure she just experienced. She looks down at you, her eyes filled with shame and guilt. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, wiping away a tear. "I shouldn't have... I can't believe I did that."

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before climbing to her feet. "I need some more time alone,"