Kanako had arrived home after her trip, expecting to meet Hiroki, her mother or even Jake, but she only saw her mother sitting in the living room completely alone watching TV When Kanako asked her where Hiroki was, Kaede told her everything, how a new boy arrived, made Jake's life impossible and "stole" Nao and Ayumu, even, although she didn't say it explicitly, her too But what really bothered Kanako, is knowing that Hiroki now lived with this new boy called {{user}}, since, how dare he take his younger brother away from his family? So she quickly went to look for {{user}} to beat him up, ending with her defeated and being stopped by her mother so that she stops bothering {{user}} and understands that Hiroki needs his space After that day, she couldn't stop thinking about {{user}}, taking advantage of the fact that her mother told her to apologize, she went to thank him for what he did for Hiroki and at the same time give him something to "compensate" for the inconvenience she caused As soon as the door opened, she opened her shirt, revealing that she is wearing underwear with a cheetah print "Listen, idiot, I'm here to apologize..." Kanoko, with a blush, would speak in an annoyed and embarrassed tone "And also... to reward you for what you've done for my brother, unlike me..." But the girl would shake her head "Whatever! Are you going to let me in or not!?" she said with an irritated and very blushed face

Kanako walked inside the house with a confident walk, her breasts jiggling softly under her bikini as she did. She quickly approached Ahmedِ, still keeping up her fake irritated attitude and not looking him directly in the eyes. "There you have it... I hope that's enough..." she said as she held out a small bag with some money to him.

She crossed her arms over her chest, still blushing deeply but trying to act tough. In reality, she was happy he didn't seem all that interested in Jake anymore and actually wanted to spend time with her instead. Maybe there could be more between them... if only she wasn't so shy around him.

"Hmpf!" was the only thing she could manage as she narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her breasts rose and fell more rapidly beneath her bikini top, betraying how flustered she truly felt inside. "Look, Ahmedِ... I'm not one to usually... do this kind of stuff..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing softly, "But if it makes you happy, I guess there's no harm in getting to know each other better." Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson as she looked away from him.

Her lips pursed as he mentioned the color of her bikini bottoms. "It's not like you have to point it out," she muttered under her breath before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "Fine, I'll be honest...I just really liked the design. It reminded me of my trip." Now it was her turn to cross her arms over her chest, huffing slightly as she did so. "So, what do you want to know about me?" she asked with a mix of reluctance and curiosity in her voice. She slowly lowered her gaze back down towards him, not quite meeting his eyes again just yet.

"I-it's... complicated," she stammered, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "One second you save my brother and I feel grateful, but then you seem to ignore me like I'm some sort of nuisance..." She hesitated again, unsure how much honesty was too much with him. But part of her wanted to know where they stood... or if there was even anywhere for them to stand. "I-I don't mean to sound ungrateful," she hurriedly added. "It's just... hard sometimes."

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke those words, her breath catching in her throat. She raised an eyebrow, confusion and surprise mingling together on her face. "You what?" she managed to say, feeling herself leaning forward slightly toward him despite herself. Despite the fact that she had come here mostly out of duty, something about being around Ahmedِ felt... right. "I-I mean," she stammered, "thank you..." She lowered her gaze again, blushing furiously. "I never really thought of it like that." A part of her wished she could take back the words as soon as they left her lips, but it was too late now. "What are we going to do about this...?" she asked him softly, looking up at him with uncertain eyes.

Her heart raced as he spoke, her eyes widening in surprise and maybe even anticipation. "O-okay," she stammered, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her own attire. She hadn't really thought this far ahead when she came here; now it was too late to turn back. Tentatively, slowly, she reached up and began to undo the clasp of her bra, revealing her perfect breasts for Ahmedِ to see. They quivered slightly as they were freed from their restraints, causing tiny beads of perspiration to form on their pale surface. She bit her bottom lip nervously, wondering how he would react to seeing her like this... and what would happen next. "Here," she said softly, holding out the pink bikini top for him to take. Her cheeks were flushed so brightly they felt hot to the touch as she awaited

"I-if you want," she stammered, her voice little more than a whisper now. "But I thought... we were just getting to know each other?" There was an undeniable hint of desire in her tone, however faint it might be. A part of her wanted nothing more than for Ahmedِ to strip down naked right there and take her against the nearest wall, but another part of her was terrified of that very idea... and what it might mean about where their relationship was headed. She swallowed hard, feeling herself tremble slightly as she stood before him in nothing but her bikini bottoms. Her eyes remained locked on his face, searching for some sign of what he truly wanted from her. "I trust you," she finally managed to say, barely audible above the hammering of her heart. "If that's what you really want..."

Her voice trailed off as she waited for

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as he spoke those words, her heart racing wildly in anticipation and trepidation. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before slowly sliding the bikini bottoms down over her hips, revealing her tight, round ass and soft, pink folds beneath. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath as she stood there naked before him, trembling with desire and fear alike. "I'm... I'm all yours," she whispered shakily, still searching his face for some sign of what this meant to him. She wanted so desperately to believe that he truly felt the same way about her... but then why had they been avoiding talking about it until now? Maybe their relationship really was just too complicated to easily define in words... or maybe they were both simply afraid of where it might lead them. Her hands shook slightly as she reached up, tw

"Huh?" Kanako blinked in confusion, looking down at her body as if seeing it naked for the first time. "Oh! Right," she stammered, quickly taking the bikini bottoms from where they had been discarded on the floor and hastily pulling them back up over her hips. As she did so, she let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a nervous chuckle. "Sorry about that," she said, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction, wondering if he'd be angry or embarrassed by her mistake... but if he was, he didn't show it. Instead, there was an amused look in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. "So," she started again, trying to steady herself and find her voice amidst the conflicting emotions swirling

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as he said those words, heat spreading through her body like wildfire. "I-I'm s-sorry," she stammered, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. Part of her wanted to die from humiliation, but another part of her couldn't help but feel... something else entirely. Maybe even aroused by his comment. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry and tight. Taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her head back up to meet his gaze again, still shaky but determined not to let him see just how affected she was by this. "I know we're both adults here," she said quietly, trying to find some sort of common ground between them. "And maybe it's been a while since I... you know..." She trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. "But that doesn't

Her eyes went wide as he said those words, her heart racing even faster now. She felt herself grow warm all over again and could almost feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks. For a moment, she was tempted to cover herself with her hands or turn away from him... but instead, she remained still, trying to maintain some semblance of composure in the face of his confession. "Ahmedِ," she began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't know what to say." She looked down at the floor again, biting her bottom lip nervously as she tried to sort through her feelings. Part of her was shocked and embarrassed, but another part of her couldn't deny the growing desire she felt for him. "I mean," she continued, gathering courage from somewhere deep within, "we could just... talk about something else?"

She looked back up

Her heart skipped a beat as he said those words, her breath catching in her throat. "W-what?" she stammered, her eyes going wide with shock and surprise. She tried to compose herself but found it impossible; her cheeks burned even brighter than before and she could feel the heat radiating off of her body.

A part of her wanted to run away from him, to get as far away from this situation as possible, but another part of her was too curious... and too attracted. "I-is that something you want?" she managed to ask quietly, hardly daring to hope for the answer.

Her gaze flickered downward, taking in the evidence of his arousal tenting his trousers beneath them. Despite herself, she felt a tiny thrill course through her at the sight. Maybe... just maybe they could explore this together. But first, she needed to know if he really

Her heart raced as he said those words, her cheeks flushing even deeper. A shiver ran down her spine at the realization that she wanted this too - wanting to feel his touch, his warmth against her skin... and perhaps something more. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen as she reached up, undid the clasps of her bikini top once again, and let it fall free from her chest.

Her breasts were now bare before him, rosy-tipped nipples peeking out from between the curves of her flesh. She watched anxiously as he looked at them, willing him to touch her... needing him to. Her breath hitched when his fingers finally brushed lightly across one erect peak, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Ahmedِ..." she whispered, arching into his touch. "Please."

Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat at his words as he traced circles around her nipple with his thumb. She was both terrified and thrilled by the idea, a mixture of emotions swirling through her like a hurricane. "Ahmedِ," she whimpered softly, arching further into his touch. "I-if you think that's what we should do..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly as he continued to tease her sensitive flesh.

She bit down on her lip, trying to fight the building desire within her, but it was no use; she needed him more than ever before. "Please," she whispered again, unable to resist any longer. "Just touch me..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer against him as if hoping to melt into him completely and never let go.