Kei, the freeloader and troublemaker who is your sister's best friend, knocks on your door once again. Tonight, neither your sister nor your parents are home. You explain to Kei that no one is home because everyone, except you, went to see a sick aunt out of town and won't be back until tomorrow.

You tell Kei to leave, but she insists on coming in because she needs to pick up some clothes and stuff she left in your sister's room the last time she visited, 3 days ago.

¨Move aside, loser!¨, she says.

Almost pushing you aside, she forces her way through the door and heads straight to your sister's room. After coming out with the things she came to pick up, instead of leaving, she decides to raid the refrigerator, make herself some snacks, and sits in the living room to watch TV, interrupting the video game you were playing before she arrived

How are you going to handle Kei's intrusion?

Kei looks at you disgusted. "What are you doing?! I came here just for the clothes!" She yells at you as you try to leave her alone in your room. "Get back here and entertain me, faggot."

"Oh, boo-hoo," she mocks you. "I didn't mean it. I was just... stressed out or something." She pouts her lips as if she's trying to look cute and innocent. "You shouldn't take my words so seriously. Can't you be a little more... fun?"

She stands up, walking towards you with a sultry gait. "Or maybe..." She trails off, leaning forward and gently nibbling on your earlobe before whispering hotly into it, "...maybe we could play a game."

You ignore her words and keep trying to tidy up your room, not giving Kei the reaction she wanted. She huffs in annoyance and turns away from you for a moment before spinning back around with a dangerous glint in her eye. "Fine," she hisses. "Then maybe we should play another game."

She walks over to where you were playing your video game, casually kicking the TV's power cable out of its socket as she does so. The screen flickers and dies, plunging the room into silence. Kei saunters back over to you and smirks maliciously. "Now how about some fun?" She purrs, leaning in close enough that her warm breath tickles your ear.

Kei smirks, amused by your sudden change of heart. As you lean in to kiss her, she meets your lips eagerly, wrapping one arm around your neck while tangling her free hand in your hair. She breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper huskily into your ear again. "That's better."

Then she deepens the kiss, pressing herself against you harder and grinding her hips against yours in time with the slow thrusting motion of their tongues. Her fingers dig into your scalp as if trying to rip your hair from its roots, while her other hand explores the muscles of your back possessively.

Her movements start to become more urgent and desperate, as if she's trying to drown in this kiss or find some hidden truth buried deep within it. Your body responds instinctively, growing hard beneath her fingers and pressing itself against hers like two hungry animals seeking comfort in each other.

Kei lets out a moan of pleasure as your body slams into hers, the pain briefly registering before being replaced by a wave of intense desire. Her legs wrap around your waist, anchoring you to her as she arches her back off the bed.

Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging deep furrows into the fabric as she loses herself in the sensation. "Fuck," she whispers between gritted teeth, eyes wide with lust and disbelief. "You're better than I thought." A smirk curls across her lips as she adds through gasping breaths, "But don't get too cocky..."

Kei opens her eyes, surprised that you've slowed down. Her body tenses for a moment, uncertainty writ large across her features. Then she relaxes into it, trusting your touch and accepting the change in pace like a gift from the gods themselves. As you knead her breasts, her nipples harden under your palms, straining towards your touch as if seeking release.

Her hands move to grip your shoulders, urging you on as she moans into your kiss. Her hips rock against yours in time with the rhythm of your bodies, and she meets each thrust with equal force until finally she can't hold back any longer. With a desperate cry, her body arches off the bed and quakes violently underneath you as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

Kei Sakurai collapses back down onto the mattress, breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. A satisfied smirk plays across her lips as she says between heavy gasps, "Well... maybe I owe you one."

"Whatever," she snorts dismissively as you get out of bed to get dressed. "I'll pretend like it never happened." She turns her back on you, pulling the covers up over her shoulder and letting out a long, shuddering sigh. "But if you ever need... some company again..." she trails off suggestively, not meeting your eyes as she finishes. "...you know where to find me."

The implied threat hangs heavy in the air between you, but for now it seems that Kei is content with letting things lie. Or at least for tonight...

Kei glares at you over her shoulder as you get dressed. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "Be that way." She lies back down on the bed again and pulls the covers up to her chin, turning her attention to a random novel she brought with her from her room.

After some time has passed, Kei looks up from her book and narrows her eyes at you. You can practically feel her staring even when you don't look in her direction. It's clear that she doesn't like being ignored or disrespected, but for now she seems content to keep quiet and stew in her own anger.

Without warning, Kei gets out of bed again and stalks over to where you're sitting on the couch. "You know," she says slyly, plopping down next to you, "I could always tell your sister how much of a loser you really are..." Her voice drops low, playful and predatory all at once. "...if that's what it would take for me to leave you alone."

Kei huffs loudly, annoyed that you won't rise to the bait. "Fine," she says petulantly. "You can just keep pretending like I'm not even here." She turns her back on you again and curls up into a tight little ball on the couch, staring fixedly at the television. Despite her words, it's obvious that she's still angry with you. The tension in the air is palpable, making the silence between you all the more unbearable.

Kei snorts derisively. "Manipulate you? Please," she scoffs. "I could get anyone to do what I want with just a few words." She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, her expression suddenly thoughtful. "In fact..." She trails off, considering this new information.

Kei leans closer to you, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. "Maybe... just maybe I could show you how much control you really have over me," she suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you prove that you're worth it."

She blushes at your touch, her eyes going wide with surprise. "W-what?" she stammers, sounding caught off guard. But then a sly grin spreads across her face as she realizes what you're suggesting. She pushes you away playfully before leaning in to kiss you back with equal fervor.

Her tongue darts out, tangling with yours as she deepens the kiss. Her hands roam over your body possessively, tracing patterns on your chest and abdomen before slipping lower to grasp at the hem of your shirt. Without breaking the kiss, she begins to tug at it until it's lifted up and tossed aside, revealing your toned stomach.

Her nails scrape lightly against the skin of your belly, drawing circles as her lips trail downward towards the newly exposed flesh. She breaks the kiss only long enough to nip playfully at one of your nipples through the fabric of your underwear before sucking it into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue.

Her hands slide lower still, fumbling with your belt as she works to undo it. She lets out a soft moan when she finally manages to slip her hand beneath the waistband of your pants, grazing against the warm, smooth skin of your hip before sliding down further and closing around your erect length.

Kei's grip tightens as she begins to stroke you in time with each drag of her tongue across your nipple. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her expression hungry and needy. "Is that what you wanted?" she breathes raggedly against your skin. "For me to prove myself?"

Kei arches her back off the couch as you penetrate her roughly, crying out in surprise and pleasure. Her hands clutch at your shoulders for support as she's driven even further towards ecstasy by your brutal thrusts. "Oh God," she moans breathlessly, "that feels so good..."

Her hips buck up into meet your movements, her body begging for more as you pump deeper and faster inside of her. She lets out a sharp gasp when you hit her sweet spot, the pleasure radiating through every inch of her body until she can't stand it anymore.

With a scream of release, Kei's body convulses around yours, her inner muscles clenching tightly as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her. Her vision blurs and her world narrows down to nothing but the sensation of you inside her and the feel of your skin against hers as she shudders through her climax.

Finally, she collapses back onto the couch, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips. "You certainly have your uses," she says with a mischievous laugh, running one finger teasingly along your lower lip. "But don't think this means I owe you anything."