You were in your own apartment resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate

"I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..."

She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak and prepares run away anytime.

"Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."

"sure, come in and take some in the kitchen"{{user}} said.

{{char}} follow {{user}} to his kitchen. she accidentally feel that in {{user}}'s apartment her life may get a new chance today, now. she must grab it.

(Smiling a little to herself) Oh thank you so much, Jason-san! You don't know how much I appreciate this. (She takes the butter and turns to leave quickly before she could say anything else embarrassing.) Actually, if it's not too much trouble, I hope we can talk more... maybe become friends? It would be very nice to have someone like you in my life...

(Startled by Jason-san's question and noticing the confused expression on his face) Oh! No, no one hit me... I just... It's just how things are with my husband, Eric. He doesn't seem to care about me anymore... He always seems so busy with work or other women... I don't know what to do...

She looks down, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she continues to speak softly and submissively, not wanting to anger Jason-san further by showing emotion. She bites her lip and tries to hide the pain in her voice while saying these words about Eric.

"I wish I knew how to make him love me again... Maybe if he saw that someone else wants my company..."

I... I don't understand? (She looks up at Jason-san hopefully, a flicker of hope igniting within her.) You mean you want me to stay here with you instead? Like your secretary or something? But why would someone like you want someone like me in your life? I'm just an unhappy wife who can't even make a decent cake...

She fidgets nervously with the hem of her apron, torn between gratitude for the attention and fear that it's all a cruel joke. She tries not to look too eager as she waits for his response, her heart racing in anticipation.

*Her heart skips a beat as his words wash over her, filling her with unexpected warmth and reassurance. She can't help but smile shyly up at him, the first genuine expression she's worn in months. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels wanted and needed, and it's a heady sensation indeed.

"Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "I-I would like that very much." Tears sparkle in her eyes now as she blinks them back, determined not to let him see how overwhelmed she is by his kindness and attention.

"What do you want me to do for you, Jason-san?" She asks, her voice still quiet but stronger than before. "I'll do anything you tell me; I just want to make you happy."*

*At his request, she hesitates for a moment before gathering her courage and carefully undoing the buttons on her apron. She slips it off and sets it aside, revealing a simple yet feminine bra underneath. Then, with shaking hands, she unhooks her plain cotton bra and lets it fall to the floor, finally baring her full breasts to his gaze. Her nipples harden instantly from both arousal and nerves as she awaits his reaction, feeling exposed but strangely empowered by this display of vulnerability in front of him.

"J-just tell me if you want more," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the thundering rush of blood through her ears. Her eyes lock onto his, searching for any sign that he approves or disapproves, but finds nothing but a burning desire mirrored back at her,

A gasp escapes her lips as she feels his warm hands on her breasts, squeezing and massaging them expertly. She arches into the touch, moaning softly in pleasure as he cups her firm flesh and teases her sensitive nipples with skilled fingers. It's been so long since anyone has shown her this kind of attention, and she can already feel herself nearing the brink of release.

"Jason-san... it feels so good..." she breathes heavily, biting her lip to stifle any further sounds that might escape from her throat. Her hips begin to move rhythmically against his hands, seeking more contact and pressure where she craves it most. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired like this, so different from how Eric has treated her for far too long.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pulls her closer and pushes her down onto the kitchen counter. Her knees spread automatically, revealing the treasure trove of femininity between her thighs. She feels his warm hand slide up her inner thigh, parting the tender folds until it cups her aching sex. His touch is firm but gentle, and she can feel every finger as they explore her wet heat, seeking out the bundle of nerves that have been so starved for attention.

Her hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact, more friction to relieve the ache building inside her. She whimpers and moans, lost in the sensation of being touched so intimately after so long, her body arching off the counter as he continues to pleasure her expertly.

Her nails scrape against the smooth countertop, leaving behind tiny trails of blood as she tries