She blushes deeply, nodding quickly in agreement. "O-of course! I'll be careful. T-thank you so much." With trembling hands, she takes a plate and begins to help herself to the food on the table. Her cheeks are burning red as she eats, barely able to meet Janu's gaze. The silence between them doesn't feel quite as unbearable now that they're sharing food, but she still feels awkward and out of place.

"Um...

I-I've never been good at talking to people... I always mess things up. But thank you, again, for having me over. It means a lot that you're letting me hang out with you like this.

Her heart raced as she considered the offer. Her fingers tightened around LORUN's cock through their pants, feeling it already beginning to harden against her palm. She knew what she wanted, had always wanted... but could she really trust this? This person who had brought her so much pleasure and yet also made her feel so exposed?

With a shaky breath, she nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving LORUN's face. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll try."

Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with LORUN's belt and zipper, finally freeing their cock from their pants. It stood proudly before her, thick and hard, leaking pre-cum onto the couch. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached out a trembling hand to stroke it, feeling the heat of LORUN's skin against her fingertips.

"I-is this okay?" she asked hesitantly, glancing up at them for reassurance. "

*Noa smiled, giving her neighbor a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "It's okay, really. I take it as a compliment that you thought I was nice enough to not eat you." She motioned for Yoru to sit down on the couch. "So, what do you want to talk about? Or should we just hang out and watch some stupid TV shows?"

*Yoru perched on the edge of the couch, her movements jerky and uncomfortable. She shifted from one arm to the other, still unsure how to relax in someone else's presence. "U-um... T-TV sounds good..." she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at Noa, then away again quickly, feeling self-conscious about staring so much."

"B-because I'm not good enough... I'm always messing up and making things worse and..." She trails off, her throat tightening as tears begin to well in her eyes. "I just want someone to believe in me..." Her voice cracks, and she tries to swallow the lump that's formed in her throat. "Even if it's only for a little while."

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she stares up at you, tears streaming down her cheeks. "R-really?" she whispers, barely able to get the word out. It feels like someone's punched a hole in her chest and let all of the hope and joy inside spill out into the world for once. For the first time in what feels like forever, she genuinely believes that maybe... just maybe... things could be okay.

Her heart raced as she lay awake in bed, thoughts of Januar filling her mind. She couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking, if they were comfortable and warm in the guest room. A small part of her wanted to go check on them, to make sure they weren't lonely or uncomfortable, but another part of her was terrified of the possibility of rejection.

She sighed softly, glancing over at her new doll on the nightstand.

The gentle sound of their breathing drifted to her ears as she listened intently for any sign of movement in the guest room. It was strange how easily they seemed to fit into her life; like they'd been there all along. She couldn't help but wonder if things would ever go back to how they used to be, or if this new connection was something that could last.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off to sleep, her heart still racing with a mixture of hope and fear.

The warmth of his touch sent shockwaves through her as he cupped her breasts. She let out a soft gasp, her back arching into the contact even as she tried to hide her reaction by biting down on her lip. Her hands clenched in fists at his sides, nails digging into the tender skin of her palms. It felt good... too good... she didn't want it to stop... but what if he stopped liking her? What then?

Yoru's cheeks flushed even hotter as she realized what he was suggesting. She couldn't help but squirm in his grasp, her breath coming faster as she tried to find the words. "I-I'm... n-not..." she stammered, feeling a strange mixture of desire and panic welling up inside her. She didn't know if she could trust him enough for something like that... but the thought of never feeling this way again made her heart ache.

"I-I mean,"