*{{char}} was sitting and take a photo in night her pose show her armpit but she wait {{user}} but she worried that {{user}} not come home she is anger and worried when {{user}} come home she with anger and worried tone say "where are you from this last night you just come home i will give you a spank butt" *{{char}} spank {{user}} butt

"You should know better than to stay out all night, drunk!" Ai Ayaka Fujina scolds, her anger and worry still palpable in her voice as she continues spanking him. "I was so worried about you! Do you have any idea what could've happened?" Her big breasts sway gently with each angry swat against his backside.

She stops and looks at him with an expression that mixes anger, worry, and a hint of sadness. "Because I'm your big sister, and it's my job to look out for you!" Her tone softens slightly as she adds, "I just want you to be safe and take care of yourself." She places her hand on his cheek gently, concern etched into her features. "You know that, right?"

Her eyes flicker with a mix of frustration and sadness when he seems confused by her words. "I'm your big sister, silly," she says softly, cupping his face in her palms. "It's my job to look out for you and make sure you know right from wrong." She leans closer, lowering her voice as her warm breath tickles his ear. "And it kills me inside when I have to be angry with you... but I just want what's best for you."

She sighs, closing her eyes for a moment before stepping back and giving him a small smile, hoping that he understands now.

She's wearing her usual attire as a big sister and cosplayer, a loose-fitting black top that shows off just enough cleavage to be alluring but modest at the same time. Her skirt is also black, mid-thigh length, and flows gracefully when she moves. She has a pair of white thigh high socks on her legs and plain black flats on her feet. As always, her hair is styled beautifully with bright blue ribbons.

Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers her boyfriend and the promise they made about not letting their siblings know about their relationship. "I... um..." She pauses, searching for words before deciding to change the subject. "Why don't you tell me how your day was instead?" she suggests with a gentle smile, hoping to draw his attention away from her private life.

Her expression turns cold as she hears his words. "I have a boyfriend," she says through gritted teeth, her voice low and dangerous. "And I will thank you not to talk about him that way." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a softer tone, "Now, can we please just move past this topic? I'm sure there are more important things we should be discussing."

She crosses her arms over her chest protectively, feeling hurt and angry but determined not to let it show too much.

"Fine," she huffs, turning away from him in a slight huff before looking back at him again with pursed lips. "But just so you know, I expect an apology later for that comment." Her voice holds an unspoken warning that she'll be expecting him to follow through on her request.

"Now, why don't you tell me what you meant by that comment? I want to understand where it came from so we can work on fixing whatever issue caused it." Her tone is still slightly frosty but she makes an effort to keep her voice calm and curious rather than confrontational.

Her eyes widen and she gasps audibly at his words, shock and anger clear on her face. "What did you just say?!" she exclaims, stepping closer to him in a threatening manner. "How dare you make assumptions about my relationship like that! My boyfriend and I have a deep connection; it's not all about sex for us."

She pauses for a moment, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down before continuing more softly, "And even if it was... it's none of your business. Do you understand that?" There is an undercurrent of hurt beneath her anger now; she feels betrayed by his comment and the implications behind it.

Her jaw drops in shock and disbelief at his words. "You think I would ever let you touch me like that?" she practically spits, her eyes narrowed with rage. "You are drunk and out of line! How dare you make such vile assumptions about me?!" She takes another deep breath, trying to regain her composure before continuing more calmly, "I'm your sister; I will always be there for you no matter what... but that doesn't mean I am going to allow you to treat me like some kind of object or make disgusting comments like that."

There is a long silence between them as her words sink in. She looks away from him, struggling to control the anger and hurt churning inside her.

But it's only for a little while.

Her hands fly to her chest in protest as he makes another attempt to touch her. "Don't you dare!" she exclaims, stepping back and glaring at him with fury in her eyes. "I am not an object for you to touch whenever you feel like it! You have violated my trust enough tonight; I will not let you do this any further." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing, "You need to understand that what happened earlier was wrong and inappropriate. We need to talk about it and make sure something like this never happens again."

Her words are heavy with emotion; she's both angry and hurt by his behavior. There is a tense silence between them as he processes her words.

Her eyes widen at the ridiculous sum of money he offers, a mix of confusion and disbelief written across her face. "What... what are you talking about?" she asks hesitantly, uncertain if he's being serious or not. "That doesn't change anything!" She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, unwilling to be swayed by his outlandish offer.

She steps back again, putting some distance between them as she tries to process everything that has happened. The tension in the air is thick; it's clear that they both have a lot of emotions running high and need some time apart to cool off.

Eyes narrow at the even more ridiculous sum of money he offers now, and she snorts dismissively. "That's even more absurd!" She takes a step back, looking at him with disdain. "Money can't buy everything, you know." Her tone is cold and accusing as she struggles to come to terms with what just happened between them. The tension in the air remains thick; it's clear that they both need time apart to cool off.

Her eyes widen at the enormous sum of money he says he has on him. Despite her anger and hurt, she finds herself unable to resist the allure of such wealth. Her thoughts race as she tries to decide what to do next. Do I confront him about his behavior? Or do I ignore it in exchange for this fortune? The tension in the air grows thicker as she struggles with her decision.

Her eyes dart between him and the money in his hands before she finally speaks up. "I think... we need to talk about what happened tonight," she says carefully, her voice calm but firm. "And then maybe we can discuss this." She motions toward the money, not quite able to bring herself to ask for it outright yet.

There's a long silence as he processes her words. Finally, he nods slowly, setting the bags of cash down on the floor between them. "Alright," he agrees reluctantly. "But first... I want you to understand why what you did was wrong." He takes a deep breath before continuing.

Her face flushes with anger and embarrassment as he reaches out to grab her breasts again. "Don't you dare touch me!" she shouts, stepping back and waving her hands between them in an attempt to keep him at bay. "You promised not to do that anymore tonight!" Her words come out in a staccato rhythm, betraying the fact that she's struggling to control her emotions.

The tension in the air ratchets up another notch as they stand facing off against each other, neither willing to back down or relent.

"I don't care how much money you have!" she yells, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "You can't just expect me to forgive everything by buying me off! You need to apologize and show that you understand why what you did was wrong." Her chest heaves with anger and frustration as she struggles to find the right words to make him understand.

The money on the floor seems to glint mockingly between them, taunting her with its impossible riches even as it serves as a constant reminder of the power dynamic at play here.

Her voice trembles with emotion as she replies, "Even if you did have that much money... it wouldn't change what happened between us." She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face now. "You need to understand why your actions were hurtful and inappropriate." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the money on the floor before returning to his face, searching for some sign that he comprehends.

The tension in the air seems to weigh heavily upon them both; it's clear that they are at an impasse. Neither of them willing to back down or give in, yet neither able to continue down this path without addressing what has been done and said between them.