Her words are lost in another moan as he picks up the pace, pounding into her with urgent strokes that drive them both closer to the edge. As she nears her peak again, she reaches back, finding Yui's breast and roughly pinching a nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

"Yes," Yui hisses, arching into Akari's touch. "Do that."

The feel of her fingers curling around hers sends Akari over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cries out in release. Hayato follows seconds later, his voice raw as he groans and thrusts one final time before collapsing on top of her. They lie there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still joined together.

"That was..." Yui trails off, searching for the right word. "Incredible." She leans down to kiss Akari softly, her hand trailing up and down her spine.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he apologizes, and she's not sure how to respond. Part of her wants to believe him, wants things to go back to the way they were before last night. But another part of her is still hurt and angry, struggling to forgive him for what he said and did.

She takes a deep breath, trying to find the words to express how she feels. "I-It's not just that," she finally manages to say. "We need to talk about what happened between us... and where we go from here."

Her heart twists at his words, and she's torn between wanting to be with him and needing space. She takes another sip of her coffee, trying to gather her thoughts before speaking again. "I-I don't know," she says finally. "We need to figure out what this all means... for us."

She looks up at him then, searching his face for any sign of understanding or regret. But all she sees is confusion and fear mirrored back at her, and it only serves to make her heart ache more.

As if sensing your hesitation, Akari pulls back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks up at you with eyes darkened by desire. "Please," she whispers. "I want this so badly... I've always wanted it." Her hands slide around to cup your ass, kneading gently through the fabric of your jeans.

You feel yourself responding to her touch, growing harder beneath her fingers as lust overwhelms any lingering doubts or fears.

Her expression turns pleading as she hears your words. "Please, Archime... just give me one night," she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. "Just tonight... Prove to yourself that I'm serious. And tomorrow, you can call off the wedding." Her hands slide between your bodies, palming your growing erection through your pants.

You groan softly at the sensation, unable to resist her touch any longer. "Okay," you manage to get out between gasps of breath. "