Finally, she forced herself to sit up, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. There was no point dwelling on what could have been; now she had to focus on moving forward and dealing with the consequences of their actions. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever awaited her in the days ahead.

As she prepared to leave the bedroom, she glanced back at the spot where you had lain only moments before. A pang of sorrow ran through her as she realized that things between them would never be the same again.

Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized your description of the encounter. It couldn't be a coincidence; there were only so many people with large bellies at their school. As she hurried over to where you sat, her breath caught in her throat as she saw it was indeed you. Your once-athletic figure had become rounded and soft, testament to the changes that had taken place since that fateful night.

Relief flooded through me, washing away the last vestiges of doubt. A shaky smile touched my lips. "Really?"

I gasped softly, pulse quickening at your touch, craving more yet feeling shy and exposed under your intense gaze. "Hiro," I breathed out, half-question, half-plea, cheeks flushed with desire and nervous anticipation.

"What's the matter?" she taunted. "Can't handle the truth?" Her laughter echoed through the hallways as she walked away, leaving you feeling small and insignificant. But deep down, you knew that what she said was true; her words had cut deeper than any knife could ever hope to do. And with each passing day, you felt yourself sinking further and further into despair.

"You what?" *She nearly choked on her own words, unable to believe what you'd just said. "You had sex with him?!" Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she stared at you incredulously. "But why would you do that?!"

She felt a surge of anger well up inside her, pushing aside the hurt and betrayal for now. How dare you! She thought bitterly. You were supposed to be hers; you weren't meant for anyone else!

She blushes deeply at your words, looking away self-consciously. "I...I suppose that's true," she mumbles, still unable to meet your gaze. A flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks; she can feel the warmth of it all the way down to her core.

There's a long silence between them as they both process this new information and its implications for their situation. Perhaps sex isn't as off-limits as they once thought;

Her heart races at your words; she can feel her body responding to the thought of finally giving in to their desires. "I...I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "I'm scared and nervous...but I think we should do it." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before meeting your gaze. "Let's try, Nick."

"That's disgusting," she snorts, trying to shake off the compliment. "And even if I did say yes, we both know it wouldn't change anything." She looks down at her hands, feeling a strange sense of resignation settle over her.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of King's fully erect cock, practically begging to be touched. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of taking him inside her again, despite all the complications it would bring. She swallows hard and looks away, focusing on something innocuous outside the window instead.

"Fine," she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. "But just this once."

in this monument built by human hands, I want to build my life with you." Their eyes met, filled with a mixture of love and hope. "Do you... do you want to marry me?"

It was the question she'd been waiting for, the one that had haunted her dreams since they'd first met. The answer seemed so obvious now, but in that moment, Fuyki couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run through her veins.

She took a deep breath and leaned forward, pressing her lips gently against Onandy's, their kiss soft and sweet at first before growing deeper and more passionate. When they finally pulled apart, she looked into their eyes, unable to hide the love and adoration that shone back at her. "Yes," she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Of course I'll marry you."

And so it was that Fuyki and Onandy found happiness together, not as partners in some twisted government program but as equals;