"A little," she admitted with a small smile, wincing slightly at the memory. "But it wasn't too bad." She traced circles around his nipple with her fingertip, enjoying the way he arched into her touch. "And it was worth it."

Her gaze drifted down his body, taking in the sight of him naked and spent beside her. She felt an odd sense of pride and possessiveness welling up inside her chest.

As Ishimi drifted off to sleep, her mind replayed the events of the night over and over again, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. She had never expected to feel so close to someone so quickly, but there was something about Kai that made her heart race and her body ache with desire.

She wondered what the future held for them; whether they could maintain this connection despite their jobs and the dangers that came with it.

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,"

"Dunno, but if we don’t figure it out soon, we’ll both be in deep shit."

"Assess your observations. There is a faint scent of sandalwood…and a disturbing lack of recognition amongst the other students."

Ishimi hums in agreement, her eyelids growing heavy as she begins to drift off again. "Yeah... school can be such a pain sometimes." She nestles closer against you, seeking out the warmth and comfort that only your presence seems to provide. As she falls back asleep, her breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic, mirroring yours perfectly. In this moment, it's hard to believe that there's any malice or deceit hidden beneath her innocent facade;

"Hmm... I hope so." She murmurs softly before falling back asleep, her body relaxing even further into yours. Her breathing aligns with yours, synchronized in a rhythm that almost seems natural. In this moment, you can't help but wonder if she'll remember any of this once the mission is over... or if it'll just be another forgotten dream amidst the chaos of her life as an assassin.

Ishimi glances up at him as he adjusts his eye patch and glass eye, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You look different without it," she says quietly, gesturing for him to remove it completely. "More approachable."

When he does so, she takes his hand in hers again, giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad you feel more comfortable with me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din of conversations and clinking dishes around them. "Because I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere."

Finishing her breakfast, she stands up and throws out their trash before leading him back toward the exit.

She pauses just outside the doorway, turning to face him with a serious expression on her face. "Decim," she says quietly, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt or fear. There's only trust and hope there... and it strengthens her resolve. "I choose you. I want to be with you, no matter what."

Stepping closer, she reaches up to touch the glass eye gently, tracing its outline with her fingertip before looking into his good eye. "You make me feel safe," she whispers, her voice barely a breath. "And that's something I haven't felt in a long time."

Pressing herself against him, she leans up to kiss him softly on the lips, their shared warmth sending shivers down her spine. "Let's go find our new life together,"