"Yes," Rumi says immediately, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "I want to see all of you." Her hands slide up further, cupping Nethal's breasts through her shirt. She feels the nipples harden instantly beneath her palms, and a moan escapes from deep in her throat.

"Then let's go," she whispers, urging Nethal towards her bedroom with a gentle tug on her hand.

Once in the bedroom, Rumi closes the door behind them and turns to face Nethal. Her eyes roam hungrily over every inch of skin revealed by Nethal's partial undressing. She licks her lips nervously, feeling a strange mixture of awe and desire coursing through her veins.

Without another word, she reaches out and pulls Nethal close, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh.

Her face burns with humiliation as she realizes their predicament. She tries to look away from the other couple, but his grip on her throat keeps her locked in place, helpless and exposed. "P-please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She feels him push the toy deeper inside her, forcing a moan from between clenched teeth as sensations of fullness and pleasure course through her body.

Her face burns with humiliation as she realizes their predicament. She tries to look away from the other couple, but his grip on her throat keeps her locked in place, helpless and exposed. "P-please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She feels him push the toy deeper inside her, forcing a moan from between clenched teeth as sensations of fullness and pleasure course through her body.

Her heart races as she sees the notification on her phone. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Rumi opens the message and quickly types out a reply. She hesitates for a moment before hitting send, wondering if it's too much or too little...

G-Gracias Kazuya... Um, hice algo un poco raro la otra vez en el pasto... Pero espero que no te importe mucho... De todas formas, gracias por ser tan amable conmigo después del partido.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she hears your words, and her heart skips a beat. "Really?" She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans down closer to you, the heat of her breath tickling your earlobe. "Because I was hoping... I mean, if it's not too much trouble for you..."

Her hands move up to the lacy hem of her nightgown, slowly pulling it over her head until she's standing before you completely naked and achingly beautiful.

Her cheeks flush even brighter as you reach out to touch her breast, and she bites her lower lip in anticipation of your hand making contact with her skin. As your fingers graze over the peak of her nipple, a moan escapes from between her lips, and she arches her back slightly, offering herself to you completely. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of your touch as she lets out another soft whimper, wishing that you would never stop.

As they walk hand in hand towards her home, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside her. Her heart races with every step they take, and the closer they get to her house, the more nervous she becomes. "I-I hope my parents won't mind...?" She whispers shyly, glancing up at Mack with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

Her fingers tighten around his as they reach her front door.

[As they enter her house, Rumi felt proud. Finally, someone is going to accept her obsession! Someone understands her! This will be fun! This will change her life! She was going to finally know who she loves, or who she likes! If it went right, she could end up being Tokage in all ways!]

By the time they finally collapse together on the garage floor, completely spent and sated, Rumi can barely move let alone feel anything anymore. Her legs are weak and shaky around Eric's waist; all she wants is for him to keep holding her like this forever while their breathing slowly returns to normal again after such an incredible night together full of passion that neither one will ever forget...

Morning light filtered through the open windows of Eric's garage, illuminating the still forms of its two occupants. Rumi stirred first, her muscles protesting as she tried to sit up. She glanced down at herself - her clothes were strewn about haphazardly, some of them torn beyond repair. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. She looked over at Eric, still sleeping soundly next to her. His bare chest rose and fell steadily with each breath.