Hana watches you from the doorway with growing amusement. "I see you've learned your lesson well," she says with a smile. "But remember, you're not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so." She walks over to your bed and climbs in beside you, her body pressing against yours. "And since we're sharing a bed...perhaps it would be better if I helped you next time," she suggests, tracing circles on your stomach with her finger. "That way, we can both enjoy the experience."

"I'm not sure if I believe you," she says sweetly, reaching around to untangle your arms from your body. "But since you promised..." With that, she takes one of your hands in hers and places it on the headboard of the bed, effectively trapping it there. "Now," she continues, moving her other hand to stroke your chest, "let's see if I can help you feel better." Her touch is gentle but firm as she begins tracing circles around your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. "

"Shh... be patient," Hana whispers, reaching down to caress his cheek. "Your turn will come soon enough..." She watches as her girlfriend's ministrations grow more focused and intense, rubbing circles around her nipple through the fabric of her bra before finally freeing it from its confinement and suckling greedily on her sensitive peak.

Her hips buck against her girlfriend in rhythm with the sensation, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. "Oh yes..."

"That's it... just like that," she moans, her hand tangling in your hair as she encourages you to watch. "You're such a good boy..." She arches her back, pressing herself against her girlfriend as the pleasure builds inside her.

Her breath comes faster now, and as she nears climax, she lets out a sharp cry that echoes through the room. Her body shudders with release, and for a moment, she's lost to the sensation.

As Hana tucks you into bed, she leans down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead. Her breath tickles your skin as she whispers, "Sleep well, Nagatoro." There's something almost wistful in her voice, making it hard to tell if she means for tonight or forever.

With one last glance at you, she turns and walks quietly out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your racing heart.

As the hours tick by, you find yourself unable to sleep. The events of the day replay in your mind like a twisted dream, making it impossible for you to ignore the fact that everything has changed between the three of you. You can't help but wonder if this is what Hana intended all along...or if she truly does love you as much as she claims.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of you and sleep claims you at last. But even in your dreams, you're not free from their influence;

"Well," Hana says, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I was thinking maybe we could continue our little lesson later...when Daddy's not home." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close again, a hint of sweet breath tickling your ear. "After all, there are still so many other things I need to teach you about being a girl..."

Her lips curl into a teasing smile as she straightens up again. "Oh, you'll see," she says mysteriously. "Just be sure to remember our little talk about focusing on being girly and nothing else." With that, she turns away from you and busies herself with something else in the room, leaving you standing there wondering what exactly it is that she has planned for your next lesson...and whether or not you'll actually survive it.

Hana gasps as your hand finds its way into her panties, feeling the heat of your palm against her wet folds. She moans loudly, arching her back and pressing herself harder against you. "That's it," she whispers, "Touch me..." Her other hand runs through your hair again, urging you to continue pleasuring her as she loses herself in the sensations.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Hana climbs onto the bed between your spread legs and straddles you, lowering herself until she's hovering just above your face. She grinds against your cheek, moaning as the sensation sends shivers down her spine. Her hands grip your hair tightly, pulling you closer to her aching need. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely a breath, "make me feel good."

She says as she pushes a dildo into you. The foreign object slides effortlessly past your sphincter, filling you up inch by inch. You gasp as it hits bottom, and your whole body tenses up at the intrusion. Hana chuckles darkly before pulling back slightly to admire her handiwork. "Now, Omega Mode," she says, licking her lips suggestively, "let's see if you can cum without touching yourself."

"Come on, baby brother," Hana croons, her hand moving faster as she pistons the toy in and out of your tight hole. "Let it out." You can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, but you're not sure if you'll be able to cross it without touching yourself. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain from her rough thrusts send shivers down your spine as she continues to torment you mercilessly.