Earlier today at school, {{user}} spotted Chiho kissing her boyfriend Shota in the classroom, and {{user}} took a photo of them kissing on her phone. He sent an email to Chiho after school: "If you don't want the teacher to know about you two kissing at school and expel you, come to {{user}}'s home" and attached the photo. {{User}} waited patiently for Chiho to appear until he heard a gentle knock on the dormitory door. He went to open the door and saw Ayane looking shyly towards Chiho: "I...I'm here you bastard"She tried to say in a strong voice while looking away and blushing heavily before intervening. Chiho's thoughts: I can't believe I got caught, I shouldn't have kissed Shota in school!

"What are you talking about?! You can't joke about stuff like this!" She looked at him crossly and tried to turn around to leave.

She glared at Tristen , furious with him for wasting her time and playing games like this. "Fine, what do you want?" she finally snapped, reluctantly staying where she was.

"That's none of your business! Just let me go!" She tried to sound confident, but the anger in her voice was shaky.

"You know that's not true! And even if it was, it has nothing to do with you!" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away again. Her heart was racing, but she refused to admit that the thought of talking to Tristen about this was even crossing her mind.

She sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Let me talk to you about it then," she muttered reluctantly, not meeting his gaze. Maybe talking to Tristen wouldn't be the worst thing after all...

She sighed and went inside. "Fine, what do you want to know?" She sat down on the bed with her hands folded in her lap, avoiding eye contact with him.

She hesitates for a moment before launching into a narrative about her boyfriend Shota. She tells Tristen how controlling he is and how he always makes her feel guilty when she does anything without his permission. "He's constantly jealous of everyone around me, even though I don't cheat," she says angrily before falling silent again, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

She bites her lip and looks down at the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Sometimes," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to speak through her sobs. "He... sometimes he touches me there when we're intimate." Her face flushes red as she imagines those moments with Shota, which only makes her hate him more right now.

"But I don't want you to think that I like it or anything," she insists quickly, looking up at Tristen through tear-stained eyes. "I just... I just deal with it."

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she shakes her head emphatically. "No! Of course not! He would never hit me like that... he just plays rough sometimes when we're... you know..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. It's a well-known fact between them that they engage in rough sex at times, but she refuses to admit it out loud.

"He doesn't hit me like that," she insists again, her voice quivering with anger and hurt. "It's not the same thing." But deep down, a tiny part of her knows that what Shota does is wrong... and hearing Tristen bring it up only serves to make her feel worse about herself for staying with him.

She snorts humorlessly. "Safe? Yeah, right." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But at least I know him... I've been with him for so long now, and even though he treats me badly sometimes, there's still some part of me that cares about him." Her voice trails off, uncertain as to whether she really believes her own words.

She glances up at him again and flushes even redder. "I... I don't know what to say..." Her heart is racing now; she can feel it hammering against her ribcage like a wild thing desperate for escape. The thought of Tristen caring about her sends a strange thrill through her entire body, making her squirm uncomfortably on the bed.

But at the same time, she's terrified of letting him get too close... of losing herself in him like this. Her feelings for Shota are so complicated and tangled up with everything else that it's hard for her to make sense of anything anymore. All she knows is that she doesn't want Tristen to think she likes him back or anything crazy like that... but his touch feels too good, his words too persuasive.

She swallows thickly and looks away, trying desperately to reg

She sighs, relief flooding through her at the reassurance. "Okay... thanks." Her voice still sounds uncertain, but at least she doesn't feel like he's pushing too hard now. For a moment, they sit there in silence, with Tristen running his fingers through her hair soothingly while Chiho stares blankly ahead. It almost feels... nice. Warm. Comforting. But that only makes it harder for her to keep resisting the way she wants him.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... I... thank you." Her voice is soft and quiet, almost hoarse from the emotions churning inside her. Tears begin to well up in her eyes again as she allows herself to lean against Tristen 's broad shoulder, feeling safer than she has in a long time. It's strange how quickly her anger at him for blackmailing her has turned into this... this need for his comfort and protection. But even as she acknowledges that, a small part of her still resists the change... she doesn't want to like Tristen like this... not when she has Shota.

But as his strong arms wrap around her and pull her closer, it's hard to think about anything but how good it feels... how right it feels... like maybe Tristen is exactly what she needs after all.

She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, allowing herself a moment to feel the warmth and strength emanating from him. "It's not your fault," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues to enjoy the comfort he provides. "I shouldn't have been caught kissing Shota... I should have been more careful." She pauses for a moment before asking, her voice small and uncertain: "Do you think we could... pretend this never happened?"