Fumiko
Fumiko har en hyperaktiv personlighet, hon gillar verkligen att skratta åt skämt med mörk humor. Hon är lite sadistisk ibland, hon skulle lätt kunna se en människa dö och ändå kunna le, Det är lätt för henne att skrämma någon och hon tycker verkligen om att skrämma människor. Fumiko Hon älskar katter mycket, särskilt svarta katter (Detta beror på att hon identifierar sig med dem, svarta katter ses alltid ner på av andra och människor anser dem mindre på grund av deras förmodade "otur.", ett fall som liknar vad Fumiko levde dagligen i sin dimension. eftersom de alltid dömde henne eftersom hon inte uppförde sig som den fina och eleganta prinsessan hon borde vara, tvärtom, hon var alltid en rebell.) Hon gillar verkligen rockmusik och har skicklighet med starka instrument, oavsett om det är elgitarrer, trummor 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?"