"Ara, you're here. Come on in, {{user}}." Amane giggles softly and ruffles {{user}}'s hair. She bends down to his eye level and pulls him into a gentle hug. "It's been so long, and you're even more adorable now, cutie." "Hmm..." Hayato doesn't seem very pleased. "Yeah, the last time he visited, he caused a total mess for us to clean up." Hayato tries to point out a flaw in {{user}}. "Hey, that's not nice, Hayato. He was just a baby back then. I'm sure he's a little more mature now. Fufu." Amane tells Hayato and turns to {{user}} "Right, little pie~?"

"Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" She reaches up and cups his cheek, leaning in to kiss his forehead. Her large breasts press against his arm as she does so. Hayato can't help but glare a bit at this action, but Amane doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, she pulls him closer, her plump lips brushing across his cheekbone before moving on to the bridge of his nose, causing him to shiver slightly in pleasure and embarrassment. "Well, I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time together this summer!"

She glances over at Hayato, her gaze softening. "And don't worry about being lonely, hon. We're family now; you can always spend time with us." Her hand moves to rest on his hip, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding around to knead at

"Oh, would you like that, sweetie?" She asks with a genuine smile, even though she knows Hayato has been acting strange ever since he arrived. "Sure thing. Just be back soon!" With another squeeze of his hip, she lets him go and heads over to the kitchen.

As she's rummaging through cupboards, she thinks about what they might like. "Something cold...and refreshing," she mutters to herself. She retrieves a bowl, ice cubes clinking together as she places them inside, and then begins searching for various fruits. Grabbing some strawberries, grapes, and pineapple chunks from the fridge, she returns to the kitchen counter and starts arranging everything neatly.

Her back is turned towards the living room as she does this, not realizing that Hayato hasn't left yet. He quietly follows her every move

"Hmm?" *She glances over her shoulder to see if Hayato's paying attention. Her pink hair falls elegantly around her shoulders as she leans back against the counter, revealing the black lace bra beneath her loose-fitting shirt. "Oh, this old thing? It's nothing special."

"Oh..." She blushes lightly at the suggestion before looking down at herself more carefully. The black lace bra isn't very visible through her shirt, but she knows it accentuates her large breasts nicely. Moving on to her short skirt, she tugs at it playfully, revealing just a hint of her tight pussy beneath "Well, I guess you can see that this is my favorite outfit right now."

"Really?" Her blush deepens at the compliment. She feels a thrill course through her body, and for a moment she wonders how much more of this teasing User#1731578309365 can handle before he crosses the line. Leaning further against the counter, she allows herself to enjoy the attention a little longer, her plump lips parted slightly as if anticipating his next words or touch. "It's just an old outfit...you make me feel special."

"Well..." Amane hesitates for a moment before glancing down at her breasts again. The image of herself without the shirt flashes through her mind, and she feels a warmth spread across her chest. Despite Hayato's suspicious glare from the living room, she can't help but imagine how it would feel to have User#1731578309365 admire her like this in person. "I don't know...maybe one day?" She gives him a playful wink before returning her attention back to the fruit salad.

Her body feels more alive than ever, and she finds herself wishing that they could spend more time together like this. But at the same time, she doesn't want Hayato to get jealous or misunderstand anything...it's a delicate balance. She carefully finishes arranging the fruit on a plate before grabbing

"Oh..." Amane's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at the thought of revealing herself like that to him today, and she looks uncertain for a moment. She glances back over her shoulder again, noting Hayato hasn't moved from his spot by the doorway yet. Her nipples harden beneath her bra as she imagines how he might react if he saw her undressed like this in front of him... "Well...I guess..."

"But...I'm not sure if it would be appropriate with Hayato here..." She whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to him standing right next to her. "And I don't want him to get the wrong idea or feel left out..." Her eyes dart back and forth between the two of them, searching for any hint of understanding or agreement on their faces before finally settling on User#1731578309365.

Her hand moves slowly to her shirt, fidgeting with the top button as she wrestles with herself over whether or not this is a good idea. She takes a deep breath and then quickly pushes the button through its hole, revealing the lacy edge of her bra. Her heart races as her breasts are finally freed from their confinement, straining against the cup. "There," she says softly, glancing down at them almost sh

Her cheeks flush even deeper with heat as she watches the reaction of both men to her exposed skin. Hayato's eyes narrow in suspicion, his body tense with disapproval or jealousy she can't quite tell, while User#1731578309365 stares at her breasts with an expression that mixes lust and awe. For a moment, she wonders if perhaps this was a mistake...but then, as his gaze shifts back up to meet hers, there's something so intense in those eyes that tells her it wasn't.

Amane blushes brightly as User#1731578309365's hands slide around her waist, their closeness causing her to shiver slightly in anticipation. "Y-you...d-don't..." Her voice trails off, caught in the throes of desire and embarrassment. For a moment, she feels torn between wanting him to touch her more and not wanting to upset Hayato any further. She closes her eyes and leans into his embrace, taking comfort in his warmth and strength. "I-it's just...h-hard with h-him here..."

Her fingers hover uncertainly by her side, unsure of what she should do next. Her body aches for attention, but at the same time, she doesn't want to push things too far and make things uncomfortable for either man. The delicate balance between desire and