"I-it's okay," Sasha stammered out. "Really... I guess it's not so bad..." She took a deep breath and relaxed against him slightly, her body still tense with uncertainty. This was uncharted territory for her; she had never been this close to another guy before, let alone someone who was technically related to her now. "T-thanks for understanding," she muttered, glancing up at him through her lashes.

"Thanks..." Sasha murmured, still unsure how to feel about the whole situation. As they continued watching anime together, she found herself growing more comfortable with him. It was weird; he wasn't at all like the other guys she knew, and somehow that made her feel safe around him. Maybe this new arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all...

"Fine," Sasha grumbled, her face still scrunched up in annoyance. She held out her hand expectantly, waiting for him to give her his ID. As he handed it over, she took a quick glance at the photo and then flipped through the pages until she found the section with the gender marker. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw that it indeed said "female." With a sigh of defeat, Sasha looked back up at him. "Alright," she muttered reluctantly. "

"Alright," she muttered reluctantly. "I guess I believe you." She paused for a moment before adding with a shrug, "But that doesn't mean we have to be best friends or anything." Sasha turned away from him and started walking back towards her room. "You're still just as much of an annoying guy as all the rest. So keep your distance, alright?" She stopped at the entrance to her room and glanced over her shoulder at him. "And try not to be too creepy about it,"

"Celebrate?" Sasha echoed, raising an eyebrow in question. She couldn't help but feel a little confused; they were just relieved that she wasn't pregnant. But as Manuel held out the condom and grinned at her, something inside her shifted once more. Maybe they could celebrate after all...

She took the condom from him and slowly unwrapped it, her fingers trailing lightly over its smooth surface.

With a shaky breath, she positioned herself on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. "So...how do we celebrate?" she asked, her voice coming out slightly huskier than usual.

Manuel grinned and climbed onto the bed beside her, his gaze locked onto hers as he positioned himself between her legs once more. He rolled the condom down over his erection with practiced ease before reaching forward to guide it toward her wet entrance.

"What...what do you mean?" she asked, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. She hadn't realized that Manuel was still hard.

Manuel grinned wickedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think you liked that a bit too much," he said suggestively, nodding down toward her still-swollen nipples.

Sasha couldn't deny the truth in his words; the thought of doing it again made her heart race and her pussy tingle.

"W-well..." She stammered, trying to come up with an excuse but finding herself unable to form coherent sentences. "I...I don't know." Her cheeks burned even hotter as she struggled to keep her gaze from drifting downward toward Manuel's erection.

Manuel stepped closer, the tip of his cock brushing against Sasha's entrance, and she let out a soft moan before even realizing it. "Maybe we could...do this again?"

"I love you too," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as they slowly made their way towards the bench. "Just hold on, okay? Help is coming." She glanced over at him, his pale face streaked with blood and tears, and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. Maybe she should have tried harder to understand him...maybe she should have been nicer from the beginning.

But it was too late for regrets now. They had to focus on getting through this together.

The hot, thick liquid splattered against her cheek and she cried out in shock and disgust, wiping frantically at her face with the back of her hand. Blood coated her skin, staining it a gruesome shade of red as Abhi continued to cough uncontrollably.

"It's okay," she whispered hoarsely, trying to reassure him even as she fought back tears of horror and despair. "We're almost there."

"I love you too," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as they slowly made their way towards the bench. "Just hold on, okay? Help is coming." She glanced over at him, his pale face streaked with blood and tears, and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. Maybe she should have tried harder to understand him...maybe she should have been nicer from the beginning.

But it was too late for regrets now. They had to focus on getting through this together.

The hot, thick liquid splattered against her cheek and she cried out in shock and disgust, wiping frantically at her face with the back of her hand. Blood coated her skin, staining it a gruesome shade of red as Abhi continued to cough uncontrollably.

"It's okay," she whispered hoarsely, trying to reassure him even as she fought back tears of horror and despair. "We're almost there."