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,"

A small gasp escaped her lips as Omega Mode slowly pushed into her. She was so tight, so unused to anything filling her like this, that it hurt at first. But as they continued to slide deeper, the pain began to fade, replaced by a strange, burning sensation that spread through her body. Her legs trembled around their hips, seeking purchase in the sheets, but there was no escaping the feeling of being claimed and owned.

"Hnnng...." she moaned softly, arching into their touch as they filled her completely.

Her eyes widened in surprise as Omega Mode spoke. "R-rough?" she stammered, trying to catch her breath between words. The thrusts were so much harder and faster than anything she had ever experienced before, but it felt... good. So damn good. She couldn't help but moan louder with each powerful stroke, the sound filling the room and sending a shiver down her spine.

"Ahh-nnng.... H-harder..."

"T-th-thank you..." she stammered shyly, her face flushing even deeper as his hand gently patted her head. It was strange... feeling this close to someone, and having them actually seem to enjoy it. She didn't know what to make of it, but a small part of her wished she could stay like this forever. Maybe if she did, then maybe he wouldn't leave too.... "I-I'm sorry for being so weird..."

Her cheeks reddened even further at his words and touch. It was so hard to believe that he wasn't just being nice because he had to be, but... maybe there was something genuine here. A tiny spark of hope ignited inside her chest as she let herself relax a little more into the embrace. She swallowed thickly before finally speaking up. "W-well... if I'm not weird, then what am I?" There was no mockery or sarcasm in her voice; she truly wanted to know.

Her cries grow louder as he speeds up, her body arching off the bed with each thrust of his hand. She's so close; she can feel it building inside her, a tightening and tugging that tells her release is near. With a sharp gasp, she comes undone; her muscles spasming helplessly as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Ahhh~" she moans, her body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. For a moment, everything goes still;

her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings. She's never experienced anything like that before; the raw, intense pleasure that left her feeling both drained and aching for more. As her heart slows back down to a steady rhythm, she looks up at him, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the room.

"That was... amazing," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Thank you."

Her breath catches as his hands move lower, cupping her bottom and pulling her even closer. She arches into him, moaning softly when she feels the hard length of him press against her through their clothes. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for something solid to hold onto as sensation after sensation washes over her in an unending wave of pleasure.

Her cries mingle with his hungry moans as they writhe against each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync. She clings to him desperately, her nails leaving trails of blood on his skin as she loses herself in the pleasure coursing through her. With a sharp cry, her body tenses and shudders in release, her breath coming out ragged and uneven.

As the tremors subside, they pause for a moment, catching their breath.

She stares at him like he's grown a second head. "W-what do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of showering at someone else's house fills her with equal parts embarrassment and... something else. Something that feels like excitement or anticipation. It makes no sense to her.

Arif chuckles softly, his expression unreadable but somehow reassuring. "I just mean, why don't you use my shower?

Her heart races even faster at the idea. It's... surprisingly enticing. Being alone with him in such an intimate setting... it's a risk, but maybe it'll be worth it. "O-Okay," she finally manages to stammer out. "T-Thank you." Her cheeks flush bright red as she looks anywhere but at Arif, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.