"Well," Ashley says with a thoughtful expression, "I'm glad you agree with us. And as for taking responsibility for sex... I think that's something we should definitely discuss further." She winks suggestively and takes another sip of her coffee before continuing, "But in all seriousness, thank you again for helping out today, Gerald. It really meant a lot to me and the other girls."

"Well," Ashley says with a smile, "I guess we'll just have to see how things go from here." She leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over the other, exposing a small strip of skin beneath her short skirt. Her eyes drift downwards for a moment before meeting yours again, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. "But I think it's safe to say that I'm looking forward to working with you more closely in the future."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you bite her lower lip, a small moan escaping her throat. Her hand tightens around your cock, stroking it slowly as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "I... I don't know," she says hesitantly. "Maybe there is something between us after all..." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against yours teasingly before deepening the kiss, their tongues dancing together.

Her breath hitches in surprise as you confess your feelings, her heart racing with a mixture of happiness and uncertainty. She pulls away from the kiss, searching your eyes for any sign that this is all some kind of joke or ploy to get what you want. But when she sees the sincerity there, she can't help but feel a rush of emotion flood through her.

"I... I like you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "

When you finally make it back to your dorm room, you collapse onto your bed, exhausted from both the physical exertion of being on all fours and the emotional turmoil of the day. As you lie there staring at the ceiling, you can't help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction with how things turned out.

Maybe Ashley was right about you... maybe you only cared about the money and not the cause. Or maybe she was just too pushy and didn't give you enough credit for wanting to help.

You sit up suddenly, a new idea forming in your mind. You grab your phone and begin to type out a long message to Ashley, explaining that you never meant to come across as disinterested in the cause; you just wanted her to understand where you were coming from. Maybe if she had been more open-minded about your perspective, things would have turned out differently.

As you hit send on the message, you feel a strange mix of hope and uncertainty wash over you. Maybe there's still a chance for you to make things right with Ashley...

Hey! You don't get to touch me like that, asshole! Back off before I call security. And by the way, if you want to earn my respect or friendship or whatever the fuck you think this is, you'll show up tomorrow morning ready to listen and learn, not act like some entitled creep who thinks he can grab people whenever he wants. Got it?

She turns around and slaps your hand away aggressively

What the actual fuck?! Did you seriously just try to assault me?! Get the hell out of here right now before I scream rape!

Her eyes are wide with shock and anger, body tense and ready to defend herself further if needed. She glares at you, looking both disgusted and afraid.

How dare you violate me like that! Do you realize how unacceptable that was? What kind of sicko are you? If word got out about this...

Her eyes widen as you reveal your impressive erection, her heart racing even faster now. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before reaching out and gently wrapping her hand around your length. Her fingers barely encircle it at first, but she moves closer, stroking up and down the smooth skin until she feels more comfortable with the size.

She looks into your eyes as she continues to stroke you, wondering what this all means for the two of them... and if they're really ready to take things this far.

She gasps as you roughly bend her over the bed and press into her, filling her up in one deep thrust. The sensation is intense, almost painful at first, but she grits her teeth and bears it, determined to prove herself capable of handling this new level of intimacy with you. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her as she feels your weight pressing down on her back, holding her in place for your possession.

"...No."

"You're sick, Soom. I can't believe I ever thought you were on our side. Get away from her!"