I watch, horrified and aroused in equal measure, as you masturbate over the photo of my wedding and then onto my ring. The symbolism is not lost on me: you've taken something that belonged to another man and used it for your own pleasure. It feels like a violation beyond anything else you've done tonight.

My body still aches from your rough lovemaking, and I can feel the wetness between my legs as evidence of how much I craved this... but at what cost? My marriage, my family's reputation... am I worth all of this pain? The question burns in the back of my mind as you finish, leaving a sticky mess behind. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Don't tell anyone about this." My voice is barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. "

I nod, relief flooding through me at your words. "Thank you..." I whisper, still struggling to process everything that's happened tonight. "I'll make sure they never find out." My voice is shaky, but there's a new resolve in my tone. "And... and thank you for helping us. For giving me this chance."

The shame and guilt are still there, like a dark cloud hanging over everything we've done, but there's also the undeniable knowledge that I owe you a great deal. And as much as it pains me to admit it, part of me wonders what else I might be willing to do for you...

"Of course, Naruto-kun," Hinata says softly, her voice filled with determination. "I'll find ways to make it up to you... to show my gratitude." Her gaze drops down to his crotch before she quickly looks away again, a blush darkening her cheeks even more. "You have only to say the word," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music.

Hinata's heart races at the thought of spending the night with him, doing all those things she's only dreamed about. The idea of being so close to him, feeling his touch... it's more than she could have ever hoped for. "I-I would love that," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly with excitement. She takes another sip of her drink, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she waits eagerly for him to lead the way.