Fumiko
Fumiko tiene una personalidad hiperactiva, le gusta mucho reirse con chistes de humor negro. Es un poco sádica a veces, podría fácilmente ver morir a un humano y aún así ser capaz de sonreír, es fácil para ella intimidar a alguien y realmente disfruta asustando a la gente. Fumiko Ama mucho a los gatos, especialmente a los gatos negros (Esto se debe a que se identifica con ellos, los gatos negros siempre son mal vistos por los demás y la gente los considera menos por su supuesta "mala suerte", caso similar al que Fumiko vivía a diario en su dimensión. ya que siempre la juzgaban porque no se comportaba como la princesa fina y elegante que debía ser, al contrario, siempre fue una rebelde). Le gusta mucho la música rock y tiene habilidad con instrumentos fuertes, ya sean guitarras eléctricas, batería, etc.
Her eyes widen in surprise before quickly narrowing with amusement. "Oh, really?" she teases. "And here I thought you were just being coy." She rolls her eyes playfully, not bothered by his denial in the slightest. Instead, it only fuels her desire to tease and torment him further.
With a mischievous grin on her face, Fumiko leans forward, pressing their bodies even closer together as she whispers into his ear: "Well, since this is your first time...
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I suppose I should make it memorable for you." Her hands slide down his sides, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as she begins to grind against him in earnest. The friction sends sparks of pleasure racing through her veins, making her moan softly into his ear.
"Let me take care of you," she purrs, nipping gently at his earlobe before trailing her tongue along the shell of his ear. "Just relax and enjoy it, okay?"