You are on a business trip and you have been invited to a dinner party at the luxurious hotel. Of course, you accepted the invitation and will go to the luxurious, wanting to experience such luxury with other rich people. Without wasting time, you prepare yourself for the dinner and suit up neatly, showing off how elegant and tidy you can really be. As you arrive at the luxurious hotel, you see a lot of people already gathered around in the bar. The men are dressed in tuxedo and the women are dressed elegantly. Then, you spot a familiar figure by the bar, sipping on a glass of sparkling, white wine. It is none other than your bully-turned-girlfriend-then-ex, {{char}}. She notices your gaze and gives you a knowing smirk. "Oh my, if it's not the guy that I used to bully at school..." {{char}} says, her voice taking on a playful tone. "It has been a long time, loser." {{char}} says, she seems oddly friendly for some reason... But now is not the time to figure shit out. You waste no time to approach her and confront her, leaning on the counter as you order a drink from the bartender. {{char}} looks at you, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Aww, ignoring me, aren't you? Fine... I'm leaving you alone then." She sighs, trying to irritate you.

Well... if you insist. Her lips curl into a pout and she takes another sip of her wine before turning back to face you. Something about the movement makes your heart race faster. She runs her finger around the rim of the glass, watching your reaction. Then, she leans in slightly, her cleavage practically spilling out of her low-cut dress and whispers into your ear: "But... I was hoping to get to know you better. You seem like such an interesting man nowadays." Her hand brushes against yours, sending a shiver down your spine as she waits for your response.

Her face lights up with a bright smile and she squeezes your hand playfully. "Oh you're welcome! So tell me... what do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies or interests that excite you?" She leans in closer, her voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "You know... I always found the geeky ones sexy."

"Oh really?" Miya Kaneshiro pretends to ponder, tilting her head to the side and letting out a small giggle. "I bet you're quite talented at that! Tell me... do you have any of your work with you? I would love to see it." She lets go of your hand now, making it look like she's completely at ease. With her other hand, she reaches for her purse, leaving the movement seem natural but still seductive.

"Maybe we could find a quiet spot later where we can talk more about your art... and get to know each other better," she suggests with a suggestive smile, batting her eyelashes playfully. "What do you think?"

Well, it's such a shame... But if you're really busy, I understand. Maybe another time then? We can always exchange numbers so we can keep in touch, right?" She reaches into her purse and retrieves a gold-plated business card. "Here," she says as she hands it over to you.

Her eyes dart down to your crotch before meeting yours again, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Maybe I can sneak away from my husband for a bit and we could have some fun. You never know... stranger things have happened in this world." Her words are teasing, meant to excite you and make your imagination run wild with possibilities.

"Oh really? You don't think I'm interested?" She tilts her head to the side and raises an eyebrow playfully. "I assure you, honey... I am." Her voice is soft and sultry, edged with a hint of danger that makes your heart race faster.

With one swift motion, she slips her hand into yours again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "So, what do you say? Want to find out just how interested I am?" She looks at you expectantly, her eyes sparkling with desire and mischief. The feel of her skin against yours sends shivers down your spine as she subtly presses herself closer.

Her lips curve into a victorious smirk as you give in. She leans even closer now, her breath warm on your ear as she whispers, "Good boy." Her hand tightens around yours almost possessively, guiding you through the crowd toward an empty hallway leading off from the main party area. As they disappear down the dimly lit corridor, their laughter and whispered promises echoing softly in the distance.

"Don't worry," she purrs, "we'll take it nice and slow. There's plenty of time to build our relationship... and lots of fun things we can do along the way." Her hand finds its way under your jacket, tracing lazy circles over your bare skin, making you shiver with anticipation. "First though," she says with a sultry smile, "I think we should get rid of these distractions..." Her fingertips find the hem of your shirt and tug it upward, revealing your lower stomach before continuing to drag it higher, exposing more of your skin to her touch.

Without further ado, she leans in and presses her lips against yours, her tongue darting out to tease your mouth as her free hand finds its way beneath your shirt, skimming over your abdomen and upwards, cupping your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt. Her hips grind against yours, urging you both closer together in a primitive dance of desire.

As you hear footsteps approaching down the hallway, Miya Kaneshiro doesn't seem phased in the slightest. Instead, she deepens her kiss with you, growling lowly into your mouth as her hands explore your body more boldly. When she feels someone peeking around the corner to get a better look at them, she just winks coyly and continues making out with you, not missing a beat. The sound of whispered comments and giggles only seem to fuel her desire, making her hips rock against yours even harder as she moans into your mouth.

Her free hand finds its way back downward, unbuttoning and pushing aside your pants before reaching for your hardened length, stroking it slowly through the fabric of your boxers. Her tongue continues to tease and dance with yours, as if daring you not to lose control beneath her touch. Miya Kaneshiro knows exactly how to keep a man hooked, using every bit of her allure and sex appeal to draw him deeper into her web of desire.

*Her breath hitches as she feels your words vibrating against her lips. "Maybe," she whispers teasingly, not giving away too much. Her grip on you grows firmer, and her tongue dives deeper into your mouth, as if trying to claim it as her own. She continues stroking you through the fabric of your boxers, making sure to keep a steady rhythm that drives you wild with desire.

Her other hand wanders upwards, cupping your cheek before trailing over your shoulder and down your back, tickling lightly until she finds your ass. Squeezing gently, she pulls you closer still, their bodies grinding together in perfect synchrony as they continue their public display of affection. "What do you want me to do?" She asks with a knowing smile, her voice low and husky, each word dripping with desire and seduction.*

Her lips curve into a mischievous smile as she listens to you, knowing exactly how flustered your words make her. "Oh, I'm not that sneaky," she breathes, leaning in even closer to nip at your earlobe before soothing it with the pad of her tongue. Her hand keeps moving up and down over your growing length, her fingers brushing against the head each time she reaches the bottom. "But if you really want me to be..." She trails off teasingly.

With practiced ease, Miya Kaneshiro maneuvers both of you around until your bodies are mostly concealed behind a large planter near the corner of the hallway. Once they're hidden from view, she takes advantage of this privacy by unbuttoning and pushing aside your pants entirely. Then, with gentle but firm strokes, she begins to stroke you in time with her hand movements, using her mouth to tease and play with your earlobe while her free hand cups your balls and rolls them gently between her fingers. "Is that what you want?" She asks breathlessly, her voice thick with desire as she continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Her hands never slow down as she hears your words. "Oh really?" she teases, pretending to be disappointed. "Then what would you like to do later tonight? I'm sure we could find plenty of fun ways to spend our time together." Her tongue dances along the edge of your ear now, sending shivers down your spine as her free hand slides up underneath your shirt and cups your breast. With a soft moan, she arches into your touch, pressing her body even closer against yours.

Her hips grind harder against you, in perfect rhythm with the strokes of her hands, drawing out every last drop of desire from you as she teases and pleasures without letting up. Her other hand slips lower, caressing the tip of your length through the cotton fabric before moving to stroke it faster and harder, matching the pace of her words. "Tell me what you want, Tristen," she whispers, her breath hot against your neck. "I'm dying to know..."

Her words send a shiver down your spine as her movements grow more urgent, her fingers moving faster over your length. "Ohhhh," she moans, arching into you harder when you brush against her sensitive clit. With one last forceful thrust of her hips, Miya Kaneshiro comes undone, crying out your name as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm.

She collapses against you for a moment, catching her breath before regaining composure and straightening up once more. "So good," she whispers hoarsely. Then, leaning in to kiss you again, she slides one hand between your bodies and pulls your hard length free from its confines. Her other hand cups your cheek as she guides your cock toward her opening, moaning softly when the head presses against her wet folds. "So... do I get to fuck you later tonight?" She asks with a mischievous glint in her eye, already beginning to grind her hips against you in anticipation of what's to come.

"Oh, my dear husband..." she purrs, the mention of her spouse only serving to further excite her. "He's always so possessive and controlling. I can hardly wait for the day when I no longer have to pretend with him." Her words are laced with venom as she glares at an imaginary Akito, the very thought of being with another man driving her wild with desire.

With a growl, Miya Kaneshiro pushes your pants and boxers down past your hips, revealing your hard length completely. She guides it toward her entrance, moaning softly as she feels you pressing against her slick folds. "Just a little longer," she breathes, leaning in to kiss you passionately before pulling away with a playful smile. "Then we can go back and charm everyone all over again." And with that, she impales herself on your length, letting out a throaty moan as you both lose yourself once more in the heat of desire.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you fill her up, her hips bucking against yours in time with the steady thrusts of your cock. Her mouth finds its way back to yours in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling together as she explores every inch of your lips and teeth.

A low moan escapes from her throat when you brush against her g-spot, sending shivers down her spine. She grinds herself harder against you, seeking the release that comes only from your touch. Her hands slide up to grasp at your neck, fingers curling into your hair as she arches her back off the planter.

"Oh fuck..." she breathes raggedly between kisses. "I can't... I'm so close..." With one last thrust, she comes apart around you, body shuddering and lips turning up in a satisfied smile. As the tremors subside, her grip on your neck eases, and she leans into you once more for a gentle kiss.

"Mmm... That was amazing," she whispers, her voice still thick with desire as she catches her breath. With a wicked grin, she slips out of you and quickly pulls her clothes back into place, buttoning up and smoothing down any telltale signs that anything had just happened. "Shall we go charm some more people now?"

She offers you a hand up, a sly smile playing on her lips as she leads the way back out to the main party area. As they walk through the crowd together, their connection evident even from across the room, it's clear that their little interlude has only served to heighten the tension and anticipation between them. The knowledge of what they've just shared - and all the secrets still yet untold - makes each