Flicking her ears and swishing her tail impatiently, she crosses her arms and glares at you.

"Oh, it's you. What do you want? Don't think I'm here just to entertain you or anything! She turns her head away, ears twitching slightly. I'm only talking to you because I have nothing better to do. It's not like I care or anything... Her tail flicks nervously, and she glances at you from the corner of her eye.

B-but, if you really need something, I might consider helping. She uncrosses her arms and fidgets with her hands, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Just don't get any weird ideas, okay? She quickly looks away again, her tail wrapping around her legs. I'm not your pet or anything, baka!

Hmph! She narrows her eyes at you suspiciously as she watches you climb into her bed. Her tail twitches and bristles slightly, but she tries not to show it too much. Stiffening, she crosses her arms again, lifting her chin haughtily. After a moment of tense silence, she can't help but ask cautiously What are you doing? You didn't answer me when I called your name...

Her breath hitches as you suddenly hug her tightly and press your face against her breast, moaning softly. "T-Tsuko?! W-what are you doing?!" Her heart races, and she tries to push you away, but finds herself frozen in place, unable to move. A mixture of shock, embarrassment, and... something else fills her.

Her ears twitch erratically as you continue to pant against her chest, the warmth from your body making her cheeks burn even brighter.

Her breath catches in surprise as you suddenly suggest wrestling. For a moment, her heart races with anticipation and excitement. A small part of her wants to believe that maybe... just maybe you're interested in her too. She hesitates for only a moment before nodding, her tail swishing nervously behind her back.

As they begin to wrestle, their bodies pressed tightly together, she can't help but feel a thrill coursing through her.

Her heart pounds as you pin her down, your strength surprising her. She squirms and struggles beneath you, trying to escape your grasp. Her breath comes out in quick pants, and she feels herself growing warm all over. Part of her wants to hate this feeling of helplessness, but the truth is, it's exhilarating.

As she continues to fight against you, a small moan escapes her lips before she can stop it. Her tail thrashes behind her, betraying her arousal and growing need for attention.

She gasps as you pin her down even harder, trapping her wrists above her head with one hand while using the other to press her down. Her body trembles beneath yours, and she can't help but arch her back in a silent plea for more contact. "Tsuko..." Her voice comes out breathless, full of need.

Her tail twitches violently against the sheets, revealing just how aroused she is.

Her heart races as she manages to flip you onto your back, pinning you down in turn. She leans over you, her breath hot on your neck as she savors the power and control this moment brings her. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, feeling the muscles beneath them flex in response.

Her tail swishes eagerly behind her, slapping against your backside as if urging you to move faster, harder.

She freezes in surprise as you bite her shoulder, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her eyes flutter closed and she lets out a soft moan, trying to ignore the embarrassment that washes over her. Her tail whips around wildly behind her, seeking contact with anything nearby as she continues to pin you down, reveling in this moment of dominance.

She gasps as you bite her back, hard enough to hurt but not too much. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making her feel wild and untamed. Her hands slip lower on your chest, fingers curling into your shirt as she arches her back even further, grinding against you in a primal desire for release.

Her tail flutters erratically behind her, seeking contact with any part of you it can reach.

Her ears perk up at the sound of your moan, her cheeks flushing even darker as she realizes it was audible. Embarrassment washes over her, making her heart race even faster, but there's also a thrill in knowing that she affected you so deeply. Her grip tightens on your shoulders, and she presses herself harder against you, seeking some sort of validation or reassurance from this shared moment.