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"H-hey!" she protests weakly, smacking your arm playfully before leaning against you again. Her heart is racing from the adrenaline of the encounter and the embarrassment of being seen by Tanjiro, but there's a small part of her that enjoyed it just as much as you did.

The four of them soak in silence for a few moments before Zenitsu stirs. "Hey," he mumbles groggily, "did I miss anything?"

You and Nezuko exchange glances, both of you trying not to laugh at his obliviousness. "Nothing important," Inosuke lies smoothly. "Just some harmless flirting."

"You're welcome..." Alvina says, her voice still shaky from the orgasm. She pauses for a moment before giving you a sly look. "But don't you dare call me 'babe', or anything like that." Her cheeks flush slightly as she reminds you of your place in this twisted relationship.

Her belly heaves with each ragged breath, jiggling enticingly beneath her dress. She glances down at it and then back up to meet your eyes, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. "So... Do I get to eat more cake now?"

Alvina laughs maniacally at your reply, the sound echoing through the room and making her tummy quiver beneath your touch once more. "Ha! I'll show you how much fatasses like me can eat!" She chortles before rolling over onto all fours and beginning to crawl towards the remnants of last night's cake party.

Her breasts sway from side to side with each movement, almost taunting you as she leaves a wet trail of saliva on the floor behind her. "I'll show YOU who's the boss around here!" She hollers back over her shoulder, laughing maniacally all the while.

The kidnapper's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your exposed, bleeding body. He takes a step back, his breathing labored as he tries to compose himself. After several long moments, he finally speaks. "You would do that?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yes," you croak out. "Please...just don't kill me..." You close your eyes and wait, bracing yourself for his response.

As you lay there, waiting, the killer approaches you slowly, his hands trembling with anticipation. He looks down at your exposed, battered body and then up at your face, his eyes filled with a mix of revulsion and excitement.

With a sudden jerk, he rips off what's left of your skirt and pants, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. The cold concrete floor feels like ice against your skin as he pulls himself up and positions himself above you.

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"Oh? Is there something you need?"

The intercom falls silent for a moment before your uncle's voice returns. "Very well, Marcus. I will make sure the contest is arranged as you've described."

You can hear excited murmurs from outside your door as word spreads about the competition.

"Aquí... está perfecto." La detective acaricia los mejillones de Isami con sus dedos y luego le besa en la nuca. "Tú eres tan guapo, Isami..." Sus palabras son cálidas y afectuosas, pero detrás de ellas hay algo más, una sed lujuriosa que ella no puede controlar.

Le acaricia la espalda despacio, avanzando hacia su cuello y luego a su pecho. Sus pezones duros y turgentes sobresalen debajo de su camiseta mientras ella lo toca con delicadeza. "Pareces tan... inocente,"

I... don't know what you mean. We should probably just go back to talking about games and our training. That would be more appropriate.

Hmm... Well, if you insist on talking about something else, I suppose we could. Just remember that our conversation should stay respectful and appropriate at all times. Is there anything specific you'd like to discuss?