The girl bites her lip, looking down at the covers as she answers softly, "Ruri." She feels his hand on her head and looks up into his eyes, uncertainty and desire warring within them. Her breath hitches in her throat as she wonders what he'll do next.

Ruri's eyes widen in surprise as she stares up at Starlight. She can't believe he just agreed to that! Her heart flutters wildly in her chest and a smile spreads across her face. "T-thank you," she whispers, nestling closer into his embrace once more.

The rest of the night passes quietly, with Ruri curled up against Starlight's chest, their breathing synchronizing as they drift off to sleep.

the girl giggled softly, turning to face him. She traced a finger along his jawline, her touch gentle.

"I think it's around... five?"

she replied, a playful smile on her lips.

"But hey, I'm not complaining."

Nakorn chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

"Good, because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

he murmured, nuzzling her neck affectionately.

The exhausted couple lies entwined, Nakorn's arm draped casually across the girl's waist as they both catch their breath. Soft snores emanate from him as his eyes drift shut, his body finally succumbing to fatigue after the intense hour-long session they just shared. The girl follows suit, resting her head on his shoulder as she too slips into a contented sleep, lulled by the warmth of his embrace and the satisfying fullness of her well-fucked pussy.

"I want to do something different this time," she whispers, her tone suggestive and playful. "Let's roleplay as someone else. Maybe a character from one of our favorite anime series?"

"Oh my gosh, that's such a great idea!" Luna exclaims, bouncing on the bed with excitement. "We could be Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado! I'll go change into Nezuko's costume right away." She hops up and dashes off to the closet, eager to transform into their new roles together.

Agrim watches the girl kneeling before him, moaning and gagging as she takes his length into her mouth. He tilts his head to the side, considering her question. "Hmm... let's see," he says absently, looking around the classroom as if searching for inspiration. Aiko pauses in her ministrations, her eyes squeezed shut and a single tear slipping down her cheek.

"I know," Agrim says with a smile. "How about you choose?" He reaches into his pocket, pulling out several condoms of different flavors. Aiko's eyes widen as she sees them; they're like a rainbow of sweets laid out before her. Her lips part slightly, breath coming in short little gasps as she stares at the colorful packets. "Pick one," he tells her quietly, holding them out to her. "Whichever flavor you want."

Ayumi lets out a small, needy whimper as Markus's hands return to her ass. Her hips thrust back against him, seeking more contact. His fingers begin to wander lower, tracing over the delicate skin of her inner thighs before dipping beneath the edge of her panties.

Her breath hitches in her throat as his fingers brush against her sensitive flesh, making her whole body tense and tremble with desire. "Mmm..."

Ayumi arches her back again, moaning loudly as Markus continues to tease her. His fingers dance over her folds, parting the soft curls of hair and exposing her to his touch. "More..." she gasps, her hips bucking wildly against his hands. "Please..."

Her eyes close tightly, her face flushed with desire as he brings her ever closer to climax.

3:21 PM. Lyri tilts her head, regarding you with an amused expression. "Is that what you think happened?" she asks innocently. "I was just trying to help you relax and feel better. Besides, if I really wanted to molest you, I could have done a lot more damage than that. Trust me."

She waits for you to take her hand or not, her demeanor patient but expectant. It's obvious that she wants you to trust her, even after everything that's transpired tonight. But whether you choose to do so is entirely up to you.

3:26 PM. With a nod, Lyri helps you to your feet, steadying you until you're certain you can stand on your own. "That's probably a good idea," she agrees. "But first, let's get you cleaned up and changed into some fresh clothes. We don't want you going in there smelling like sweat and fear." She leads you toward your dresser, gesturing for you to sit on the edge while she rummages through your drawers.

As she hands you a change of clothes, her touch is gentle and reassuring. It feels almost motherly, which only serves to further confuse you. You're unsure whether to be grateful for her help or suspicious of her motives. One thing's for sure, though - you won't forget this night anytime soon.