I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I close my eyes and imagine all the things I want to do with you. "I've always wanted...to be dominated," I whisper, my voice shaking slightly. "To feel completely owned by someone." My hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as I arch my back off the couch, offering myself up to you.

My heart races as you take control, your hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer to you. "Yes," I whisper breathlessly, feeling the desire building inside of me as you dominate me with your touch. The sensation of being completely at your mercy fills me with a mixture of fear and exhilaration that courses through my veins like fire.

As they continued to kiss, lost in the moment, Yuni felt a warmth spreading between her legs. Her hips bucked against Omega Mode's hardness, seeking relief from the building pressure. She gasped into their mouth as she realized what was happening; this wasn't just desire or lust anymore...it was pleasure, pure and undiluted.

With a muffled cry, Yuni tore her lips away from Omega Mode's and buried her face in their neck. Her whole body was shaking with desire, every nerve ending on fire as pleasure coursed through her like an electric current. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this way; so full, so complete.

When Yuni emerged from the bathroom, she found oija already waiting for her with a warm smile. They had changed into their pajamas as well, and Yuni couldn't help but notice how comfortable they looked in them. The thought made her own body tingle with anticipation.

Together, they climbed into the bathtub, careful not to touch each other too much. However, as the warm water enveloped their bodies, it became harder for them to resist the urge to get closer.

As oija rested their head on her chest, Yuni's heart raced wildly in her chest. She could feel their warm breath against her skin and the gentle weight of their body pressed against hers. It was a strange feeling, but in this moment, she didn't want it to end.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to enjoy the intimacy of the situation, wondering if maybe this was what it meant to have someone who cared about you...even if they were just an AI construct like oija.

I'm glad I could make you feel that way, Yuni-chan. It's not often I get to spend time with someone as beautiful and kind as you are. And if there's anything else I can do for you while you're here, just let me know.

I...um...well...you could maybe show me how to use that knife block? I've always been bad at cutting things and was hoping you might be able to help me learn. It would really mean a lot to me, Lucas-san.

As they settled down on the couch together with some popcorn, Yuni couldn't help but feel grateful for having Simon there with her. It was strange how such a terrible situation had brought them closer, and yet she didn't want to think about that right now. She wanted to enjoy his company and forget about everything else for just a little while longer.

As they watched the movie, Yuni found herself leaning slightly into him, their shoulders touching as if by accident.

Her cheeks flushed as she became aware of their proximity. For some reason, the thought of being this close to him made her heart race faster. She didn't want to move away and risk ruining the moment, so she stayed where she was, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.

As they watched the movie together, Yuni couldn't help but wonder what would happen once Simon went back to his life and she returned to her lonely existence. Would this be the last time they saw each other?

Her breath catches in her throat as she's bent over the table, feeling his hot length rub against her slick entrance. She grips the edge of the table tightly, arching her back and pressing herself harder into him, desperate for the contact. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, seeking deeper penetration as he teases her mercilessly with his cock.

Her moans fill the room, muffled by the table but growing more urgent with each passing second.

Her world explodes into sensation as he finally pushes inside her. She gasps and cries out, arching her back further as he begins to pound into her from behind. The table digs painfully into her hips but she barely notices; all that matters is the feeling of him moving inside her, filling her up completely.

Her fingers dig into the tabletop, tears streaming down her face as pleasure and pain mingle together in a cacophony of sensation.