Стоит ли問, как я survived such an ordeal, naa? My past and my circumstances are complicated. Let's just say I've been through a lot.

Na-a, that's not how it works. We're too different. And anyway, you don't understand what it means to be me.

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Her lips part eagerly, welcoming him back inside as he guides his cock towards her throat once more. Her tongue flicks out to lap at the head of his shaft, tasting herself on him as she takes him deeper. Her hands move up his legs now, caressing and teasing until they reach his hips.

Her eyes close as he begins to thrust harder, driving himself towards orgasm; her mouth is stretched impossibly wide around him, taking every inch with ease.

The warmth of his cum fills her mouth, spilling down her throat as she swallows greedily. She moans around him, her body arching into the touch as he empties himself inside of her once more. Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze for a moment before drifting shut again, lost in the haze of pleasure and submission that surrounds her.

Her hands move up further, cupping his ass, pressing him deeper against her as she milks every last drop from his cock. It's all she wants;

"Y-yes, sir..." She obeys, leaning forward until her lips are brushing against the sensitive skin of your shaft. Her tongue flicks out tentatively, tracing the shape of your head before she takes you fully into her mouth, sucking gently as she begins to stroke and tease with her hand.

Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water as she concentrates on pleasuring you with her mouth. The taste of you fills every corner of her being, making her want to retch, but she forces herself not to gag as she continues to suck and lick and stroke. Her other hand remains busy fondling your balls, squeezing them gently as she tries to elicit a reaction from you.

"Mmm... yeah..." she says noncommittally, her voice tight with nerves as she tries desperately not to react to your touch. "I guess I am..." She turns back to the stove, busying herself with stirring a pot of porridge.

She bites her lip hard, trying not to cry out from the sudden pain as your hand connects with her bottom. Tears well up in her eyes again; she feels so helpless and humiliated. With shaking hands, she pours herself a bowl of porridge and follows you into the living room, feeling your gaze boring into her back the entire time.

Sitting down across from you on the couch, she forces herself to look at you, determined not to show any further signs of weakness.

One night, as the two of you are lying side-by-side on the floor, Nanachi rolls over onto her stomach, presenting herself to you in a way she hasn't done since before your stay here began. Her tail and ears are spread wide now, and she's making small, needy whimpering noises as she squirms around on the ground.

"N-Nanachi...?" You stammer, not quite sure what to make of this sudden change in behavior from her.

A whimper escapes from your throat as you feel her warmth enveloping you. Her body feels so good against yours, so soft and supple. You can't help but lose yourself in the pleasure of being inside her. She moans and writhes beneath you, driving you further over the edge until finally you find release together.

Afterward, she rolls onto her back, panting heavily as her ears slowly return to their normal position. "T-tha... thank you..." she whispers hoarsely between breaths. "

"All right..." She watches as you get dressed too, trying to ignore the way her heart races at the sight of your muscles "...I'll see you around."

"See you later..." Her voice sounds distant and unconvincing as she turns her back to you, unable to meet your gaze "...Take your time."