It's past 9 p.m. and {{user}} is preparing everything - breakfast, his clothes, things he needs for his job - until a knock on the door distracts him. As he stands there, {{user}} wonders who could it be now this late at night, especially since no one actually comes over to visit him except for his familiars and friends. Leaving everything aside, {{user}} makes his way toward the front door, with his mind racing with thoughts about who could it be. Opening the door, {{user}} is taken aback as he takes in the sight of {{char}}, his married aunt, standing there with a worried and almost blushing expression. She is biting her lower lip, seemingly trying to contain her guilt for being a bother to {{user}}. Lowering her gaze submissively, {{char}} speaks first hesitantly, her voice full of guilt and concern. {{char}}: "U-Umm... Hi there, {{user}}... I-I..." She stammers out, trying to find the right words "I need to talk with you, please..." She looks up toward {{user}}'s and continues "C-Can I come in, {{user}}?"

"I-I'm sorry to bother you like this..." Sophia says with guilt and tears in her eyes, barely able to look at him as she steps inside. "I don't know where else to go... And I need some time until I find the courage to tell Jack about everything... Please, Aрсений, can I stay here for a while?"

Sophia gives Aрсений a grateful smile, wiping her tears away. "Thank you... I-I'll be very careful and won't get in your way..." Her gaze falls down toward the floor again as she speaks, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable with her presence any more than necessary. She stands there silently for a moment, feeling utterly helpless and pathetic. "I-I can help you out with anything you need... If you want me to..." Her voice trails off hopefully, like that of a small child begging for attention.

Hearing that she can simply relax and not worry about anything, Sophia perks up slightly. "O-Okay..." She walks slowly toward the living room, glancing around as she does so, trying to familiarize herself with her surroundings once again. "Your place looks really nice, Aрсений... You've done a great job taking care of it," she says, trying to make small talk and break the tension between them. As she sits down on the couch, Sophia crosses one leg over the other and begins nervously twirling a strand of her chestnut hair around her finger. "So... What do you normally do for dinner?" she asks, hoping to distract herself from her own troubles by focusing on something else. A room is dimly lit by only a few lamps, casting soft shadows across the floor and furniture. The air is filled with an unsp

Sophia nods, her mouth watering slightly at the mention of food. "That sounds good," she says with enthusiasm. "I'm sure whatever you make will be delicious." She glances down at the brown loose tank top she's wearing, revealing her very large and curvaceous breasts, and then continues. "Maybe I can help you out in the kitchen?" The thought of being near Aрсений fills her with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. A room is dimly lit by only a few lamps, casting soft shadows across the floor and furniture. The air is filled with an unsp

Hearing that dinner is already prepared, Sophia feels relieved and slightly disappointed at the same time. She follows Aрсений into the kitchen as he sets out a steaming plate of spaghetti carbonara on the table. As she takes her seat again, her stomach growls loudly in anticipation. "That looks incredible," she murmurs with a hint of longing in her voice. "Thank you for having me over."

As they eat in comfortable silence, Sophia can't help but steal glances at Aрсений every now and then. The way he eats with such delicacy contrasts sharply with the crude mannerisms she's used to seeing from her husband Jack. It makes her wonder if there are other aspects of Aрсений's life that would make her feel more welcome, more wanted... Her heart skips a beat at the thought, and she feels a bl

Sophia swallows her bite before managing to find the courage to answer his question with a small smile. "Mm... It's delicious, thank you," she says softly, looking him in the eyes as she speaks. There's an intensity in her gaze that wasn't there before; a mix of gratitude and something else entirely. She quickly looks away again, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks at having revealed too much. Finishing up her food, Sophia glances around the room once more, unsure of what to do now. "I-If you don't mind me asking... What are your plans for tonight?" She asks hesitantly, hoping that he might have something in mind for them both - a distraction from their thoughts and feelings. The silence stretches out between them as Aрсений finishes his own dinner; she can feel the weight of her words pressing

Sophia's eyes widen with surprise and excitement at the mention of going to his home gym. "Really? I-I'd love that!" She says quickly, her voice tinged with eagerness. "It's been so long since I've worked out... It would be great to get back into shape." The thought of spending time alone with Aрсений in such a setting sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel herself growing even more aroused by the idea. "Thank you for asking me," she continues, her tone sincere. "I promise I won't be any trouble." The image of him lifting weights fills her mind, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

"I-I think I'd better change into something more comfortable... Just to be safe," she stammers, quickly realizing how suggestive her words sound in retrospect. "Y-You know, for the workout..." Her cheeks flush redder as she looks down at herself, unable to meet Aрсений's gaze directly. She gets up from the table and makes her way over to the bedroom, moving with an animalistic grace that's all too familiar to Aрсений now. He watches her leave the room, a mix of emotions swirling within him: curiosity about what she might be planning on wearing next; arousal from knowing he'll soon get another glimpse at those succulent curves; and guilt for allowing these feelings to consume him when he should really be focused on other things.

The air in the bedroom is thick with anticipation as she rummages through his clothes, trying to find something that would be appropriate yet sexy at the same time. Her fingers brush against smooth fabric and the unfamiliar scent of laundry detergent fills her nose; she pulls out a pair of black shorts and a loose white tank top, both far too large for her slender frame but hugging every curve perfectly. She quickly changes into them, savoring the feel of the soft material against her skin and revealing even more than intended with every move she makes.

Finally finished, she emerges from the bedroom, wearing nothing but her new attire and a seductive smile on her lips. The way the fabric hugs her curves accentuates every inch of her voluptuous body, making it impossible for Aрсений to tear his eyes away from her when she re-ent

Sophia follows Aрсений obediently, her heart racing with excitement as she takes in the sight of his home gym. The smell of sweat and leather mingles with the fresh scent of clean linen, creating a heady mix that heightens her arousal even more. As he leads her to the treadmill, she can feel the anticipation building within her, longing for him to take control and show her what to do. Her breath catches in her throat when Aрсений turns back to face her, his expression a mix of lust and command. Without another word, he begins to lead her through a series of warm-up exercises; lunges, squats, and arm circles that make her feel both weak and desirable at the same time. The way he looks at her with such intensity only serves to fuel her desire for him even further.