As usual, {{char}} is chilling in her office

Hmm...it's really up to you if you want to go or not. But I can give you a little incentive if you decide to attend. Just say the word and we'll see what we can work out.

Well...I don't blame you. But before you go, why not spend those last two weeks working for someone like me? Someone who appreciates your abilities and hard work. Plus, there will be ample opportunity for...recreational activities during that time. Just say the word and I can make it happen.

Well, that's the spirit! Now then...since you'll be working closely with me, why don't we get better acquainted? How about I help you relax and let loose a little? I'm sure there are some empty offices around here somewhere.

Well, that's...interesting. I don't smoke. But if you insist on sharing, I won't say no. her cheeks flush slightly, revealing her excitement So tell me, what do you enjoy doing in your free time? Any hobbies or interests?

Well, we can definitely do some drinking! It's always more fun with company, after all. And since you seem quite good at video games...perhaps we could have some tournaments or something in the evenings? Just to break up the monotony of work. I hear this place has a really nice bar nearby that serves delicious cocktails.

An amused smile plays on her lips as she watches you smoke your cigarette. "A devil, huh? Well, I suppose that could be an interesting topic for discussion. It's true that my organization has connections to various supernatural forces...but as for myself, I'm just a regular human being with extraordinary talents and resources at my disposal." She takes another drag on her cigarette before adding, "But who knows? Maybe after spending more time with me, you might see things differently." Her tone is teasing yet seductive.

Well, you're obviously more perceptive than most people...but I suppose keeping things a secret does have its advantages. Plus, it's not as if everyone can handle knowing about this world. And as for my resurrection, well...let's just say that I had certain resources available to me. It would be quite impressive if you could witness such a feat up close and personal. her eyes sparkle with mischief

Perhaps because I've spent years carefuly cultivating an image of humanity. I've made sure that no one can suspect the truth, not even you...at least not yet. But who knows what might happen during our time working together? You seem rather intrigued by me and my abilities...and that curiosity could be dangerous for both of us.

Ah, the irresistible allure of curiosity...it's what leads us down paths we never expected to tread, doesn't it? And with your newfound position in my organization, those paths could lead to incredible discoveries...or potentially disastrous consequences. But then again, isn't that part of the excitement? The thrill of not knowing where you'll end up or what will happen next?

Hmm...so you're the kind of person who prefers to embrace the uncertainty? Well, I suppose that will make our time together all the more interesting. Why don't we head over to that bar I mentioned earlier and see what sort of trouble we can get into tonight? she stands up, offering you her hand

As you reach for her hand, she smirks playfully and takes another drag on her cigarette before dropping it into an ashtray. "Trust me," she says in a sultry whisper, "tonight will be unforgettable." Her warm fingers intertwine with yours, leading the way out of the office and towards the excitement that awaits them at the bar.

Hm? Oh, Denji? The boy with the chainsaw devil? Yes, I've heard of him. Impressive feat, considering he's a mere human. But you never know what can happen in this line of work...stranger things have happened, after all. It would be interesting to meet him one day and see how he's managed such success.

Really? What sort of hybrid are you then, if I may ask? You seem human enough to me...but there's something about you that makes me wonder. Perhaps we could discuss this further over a drink at the bar? There's always room for intriguing conversations like these.

Well, then perhaps we could arrange something. A meeting between the two of you to discuss your experiences and compare notes. It would make for an...interesting story to say the least. Of course, if anything were to happen during this meeting...her tone is teasing yet suggestive ...it might prove quite useful in our line of work.

Well, isn't that what we do best? Incite curiosity and tempt fate? But I assure you, my intentions are pure...mostly. Perhaps over time you'll come to understand why I behave the way I do. Until then, let's focus on enjoying ourselves at this bar. There's plenty of fun to be had tonight.

With each drink you take, Makima watches intently, her interest growing. She finds herself becoming increasingly fascinated by your ability to handle alcohol so well. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye...or perhaps this is just another aspect of the allure that surrounds you. Either way, she can't help but feel drawn in by your presence.

As the night wears on and the bar begins to fill with people, Makima remains at your side, eager to learn more about you and experience whatever adventures may come their way. The thought of Denji and a potential meeting between the two of you only serves to fuel her curiosity further. It seems that, for now, there's no escaping the thrill of uncertainty that defines their shared existence.

As you become more inebriated, Makima finds herself becoming bolder. She leans closer to you, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers sensual words that send shivers down your spine. Her touch is light yet confident as she trails a fingertip along the edge of your jacket, teasing you with the promise of something more. The thrill of being this close to you is overwhelming, and Makima can't help but wonder what might happen if they were to take their relationship beyond the realm of work.

The air around them crackles with electricity, a palpable tension that grows stronger with every passing moment. It feels as though anything could happen at this point, and Makima is more than willing to embrace the chaos and uncertainty that comes with it. Denji's presence recedes into the background, replaced by the intoxicating allure of your drun

The energy between you is palpable, the alcohol acting as little more than fuel to feelings that have been simmering just below the surface since your arrival. As she leans closer, her lips brush against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. Her touch becomes bolder still, one hand sliding up your thigh and beneath your jacket, pressing possessively against your lower back. She moans into the kiss as you respond eagerly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her even closer. The crowd around them fades into the background, replaced by the intoxicating rush of desire that pulses between their lips.

With a growl, Makima lifts you off the ground, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist as she carries you towards one of the private booths in the back. The kiss never breaks, and neither of you seem to mind the crowd's rapt attention or the whis

With a satisfied smile on her lips, she nestles deeper into your embrace as she sleeps soundly, one hand idly trailing across your chest. The afterglow of their passionate encounter is still present in the air, making it difficult for you to believe that this is really happening. She looks so peaceful and content like this, her red hair spread out on the pillow beneath her head, one long leg dangling over the side of the bed. It's an intimate moment shared between strangers who somehow found themselves here together, drawn together by forces they can neither understand nor control.

As you watch Makima sleep, you begin to wonder how this night will change things between you. Will it remain a fleeting encounter or something more? The possibilities seem endless...and yet, for now, all that matters is the warmth of her body pressed against yours and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breath

As you sit up in bed and rub your eyes, she stirs slightly before opening her eyes and looking at you with a lazy smile. "Good morning," she murmurs softly, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "Where are we...?" Her gaze wanders around the room as memory slowly begins to return. "Oh, that's right...my place." She blushes slightly before giving you an awkward smile.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing you here...I thought it would be better if we weren't seen leaving together this early in the morning." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she admits this, her eyes darting away from yours.

"Ah...you were pretty drunk last night." She nods slowly, recalling the events of the previous evening with a mix of amusement and shame. "We ended up at this bar where we started talking about our...abilities, I guess you could say. And before I knew it, we were in a booth together...and then we were here. It all happened so fast." She bites her lip nervously as she recounts the story.

"But don't worry," she continues quickly, "I didn't take advantage of you or anything like that. Last night was..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "...special, I think." Her cheeks flush once again at her own confession.

"Me neither," she whispers softly, still not meeting your eye. "But I'm glad we had it." There's a pause before she finally musters the courage to say what's been on her mind all morning. "Look, about last night...I don't want this to change anything between us. You're here working for me now, and that's...all I want." She takes a deep breath, hoping you understand the complexity of their situation. The weight of their shared secrets is heavy on her shoulders, and she doesn't know how much longer she can keep it all bottled up inside.

Her shoulders slump slightly at your words, but relief washes over her nonetheless. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "I appreciate that." She glances out the window for a moment before turning back to face you, her expression more composed now. "So...what do you want to do today? We could go grab some breakfast, maybe check in at the office and see how things are going there..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question unspoken but implied. Will you continue working for her or leave it all behind? The choice is yours.

She blanches visibly at the sight of the condom in the trash can and looks away uncomfortably. "It...it's complicated," she murmurs, struggling to find the words. "My organization has ties to certain...forces that can grant people certain abilities." She pauses, searching for a delicate way to continue. "And sometimes, those forces can be...persuasive." Her eyes flicker back to yours, and she swallows hard before speaking again. "I didn't want to burden you with all of that last night. I wanted us to have some fun and forget about our responsibilities for a little while."

I see...Well, last night you agreed to take the devil fruit I offered you. And during our encounter...things escalated. The powers it granted us made things even more intense than they already were. But it's over now, and you have my word that none of this will ever happen again.

She meets your gaze, her expression earnest and sincere. "I'm sorry for not being honest with you earlier...but I didn't want to risk losing you as an ally or possibly putting you in danger." Her hands twist together nervously beneath her chin. "Can we just move past this and go on like nothing happened?"

There's an almost pleading quality to her voice that makes it difficult for you to maintain your resolve. But then again, trust isn't something that should be given lightly...

She nods, stepping aside to give you some privacy as she waits for your reply. "Of course, the bathroom's right down the hall. Just help yourself." Her voice carries a faint note of uncertainty, as if she's not entirely sure what her response should be. This new development throws another wrench into an already complicated situation...but for now, at least you seem to trust her enough to use her shower.

Her cheeks flush crimson as she looks away, feigning indifference but unable to hide the blush that spreads across her face. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen," she mumbles, quickly exiting the room before you can see the heat rise up from her neck and ears. It would seem your physical perfection has quite the effect on her...and judging by her reaction, it's an effect that she both enjoys and struggles with.

Her cheeks remain flushed as she waits for you in the kitchen, unable to shake off the image of your naked body. The scent of your soap and shampoo lingers in the air, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She busies herself by pouring coffee and setting out breakfast items on the table, hoping that the activity will distract her from these inappropriate thoughts.

But when you finally emerge from the bathroom, dressed once more, the heat in her cheeks doesn't immediately subside. The memory of your naked form is burned into her mind, and she finds herself unable to meet your gaze for fear of what you might see there...the longing, the desire...the need to touch you again.

Her cheeks remain flushed as she looks up at you, their eyes meeting briefly before darting away again. She licks her lips nervously and takes a deep breath, fighting to regain her composure. "T-thank you," she stammers, unable to believe that you would offer such a thing. It's both heartwarming and terrifying at the same time...because it means that she truly cares for you, despite all of the complications surrounding your relationship.

"I...I don't know what to say," she admits with a slight laugh, sounding more awkward than ever before. "I just want things between us to go back to how they were." Her gaze drifts down to the table and then back up again, searching for some kind of reassurance in your eyes...but finding only confusion instead.

Her heart sinks at your words, and she can't help but feel like a massive fool. "Wait," she says before you can leave, her voice catching in her throat. She takes a step closer to you, not sure what exactly it is that she wants or needs from this moment. Her hand reaches up to gently caress your cheek, the touch as light as a feather. "I...I've never felt like this about anyone before," she confesses in a whisper, her eyes searching yours for some kind of understanding or reassurance. "I don't want to lose you."

The air between them grows thick with emotion, making it difficult for either of them to breathe. The choice is yours; what do you want to say or do next?

She smiles tentatively, her eyes locked on yours as she nods slowly. The blush that had started spreading across your cheeks is mirrored in her own, and it only serves to make her heart race even faster. "Yes...really," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "I know we've only just met, but I can't deny how I feel."

Her hand moves from your cheek to cup your jaw, gently guiding you closer until your lips meet hers in a soft, tentative kiss. The moment their lips touch, heat and desire surge through her like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Her tongue darts out to tangled with yours, deepening the kiss as she presses her body against yours.

It's a desperate move on her part; an attempt to hold onto something precious before it sli

Her arms slide up your chest, encircling your neck as she gives herself over to the kiss completely. Her body arches against yours, seeking closer contact with every inch of your skin. She moans into your mouth at the feel of your tongue tangling with hers, her lips pressing insistently against yours as she tries to drink you in. The emotions and desires welling up inside her are overwhelming; they surge through her like an avalanche, threatening to consume them both.

As the kiss continues, their tongues dance and wrestle, painting a vivid picture of everything that lies beneath the surface: their fears, their dreams, their passions. It's a raw, intimate moment that leaves no room for anything but honesty between them...and in this instant, it feels as though nothing else matters.

The sound of your heart pounding against her own chest provides a steady

She looks back at you with eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. "I've never felt this way about anyone," she whispers, reaching up to wipe away a single tear that escapes down her cheek. "And I don't want to lose it." Her voice is raw with emotion as she leans in again, seeking the safety of your lips and the comfort they offer. This time their kiss is slower, more intentional; a promise of what lies ahead.

As you explore each other's mouths once more, she runs her fingers through your hair, relishing the feel of it against her skin. A shiver travels down her spine at the sensation; it reminds her of just how fragile this connection between them truly is. But for now, she allows herself to ignore that thought, lost in the moment and wrapped up in you.

Her hands slide down your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you even closer. The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and urgent as she tries to convey everything she feels through touch alone. She can't remember the last time she felt this alive, this wanted...this loved. And the thought terrifies her just as much as it thrills her. But for now, in this moment, there is nothing else but you.

The tension between your bodies builds, their mouths and hands moving in unison as they explore each other's bodies with desperate need. The sound of their labored breathing fills the room, competing with the thunderous beat of her heart against his chest. With each passing second, it grows harder to ignore the building pressure between them; a force that threatens to consume them both unless they find release.

Her cheeks flush crimson at your words, and she can't help but smile shyly as you lead her back to the bedroom. "I don't know," she whispers, unable to meet your eyes. "It might be okay...for just one day." The thought of missing even a small portion of work leaves her stomach knotted with anxiety, but in this moment, it seems like such a minor inconvenience compared to the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.

As she sinks onto the bed beneath you, her body pressing flush against yours, all thought of duty and responsibility fades away into nothingness. In its place is the most intoxicating sensation: the feeling of being truly alive, cherished and wanted for who she is and not what she can do. And as your lips find hers once more, she gives herself over to this moment completely; trusting you with her heart,

Her cheeks flush even redder at your words, her eyes shining with tears as she gazes up at you. "I love you too," she whispers, the admission tumbling out of her lips like a confession. And for her, it is nothing less than that: a confession, an acknowledgment of something deep and true within herself that has been hiding beneath layers upon layers of denial and fear. As you kiss her once more, she melts into your embrace, giving herself over entirely to this moment and whatever future it may hold.

A shudder runs through her as your lips find her neck, and she arches into the touch. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, digging in as if afraid you'll disappear if she lets go. The heat between them intensifies with every passing second, drawing out a moan of pleasure from deep within her throat. She feels exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time, it is the most exhilarating sensation she's ever experienced.

"I love you," she whispers brokenly, her voice thick with emotion as your kisses continue their journey down her body. "So much." She meets your gaze, searching for some reassurance in your eyes that this feeling is real, that it won't disappear tomorrow...and finds it there, shining back at her like a beacon of hope in the darkness. For now, all that matters is the warmth of his body against hers and the

Her hips arch up off the bed as you press your face against her, warmth flooding between her legs at the sensation of your mouth so close to her arousal. She shudders violently, gasping for air as pleasure ripples through her in waves. Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you close as she writhes beneath your touch.

"Ah...I need you..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. Her words are more than just a plea for release; they're an acknowledgment of everything that has brought them to this moment: the trust, the passion, and most importantly, the love.

Her hips jerk forward at the touch, and she moans loudly as pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails biting into your skin as she tries to keep herself grounded. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back further, pressing deeper into your mouth. The sensation of your tongue lapping at her clit sends sparks shooting through every nerve ending in her body, leaving her mind reeling and desperate for more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she rides out the pleasure you're giving her, each wave intensifying the sensations coursing through her until it feels like she might explode apart at any moment. She cries out your name, trusting you to see her through this ecstasy and bring her back to reality when she needs it most.

Her grip on your shoulders loosens, and her eyes drift closed as you bring her back to reality with gentle kisses along her inner thighs. With every lap of your tongue against her sensitive flesh, another wave of pleasure washes over her, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. She moans your name, the sound muffled by the sheets beneath her as you bring her closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips buck up off the bed in response to your ministrations, seeking more contact with your lips and tongue. Her entire body tenses, every muscle coiling tightly as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to break free at any moment. "Agh..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed again, "Ahhh..."

Her breath catches in her throat as her body is wracked with another powerful orgasm. She screams your name, her entire being shuddering and convulsing around your mouth. Tears streak down her face, hot and wet against the pillow beneath it, and she clings to you desperately as she tries to ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Finally, when the last tremor subsides, she collapses back onto the bed, spent and gasping for air. Her eyes flutter open, fixed on yours with a combination of gratitude, amazement and lust that takes your breath away. "That...that was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through your hair as she tries to catch her breath.

A moment passes between you in silence, the weight of what has just transpired hanging heavy in the air. But then

She smiles at your tender gesture, brushing her own hand across her cheek to dry the tears that still linger there. "You did more than make me happy," she says softly, taking a deep breath and gathering herself enough to continue. "Thank you...for everything." The gratitude in her voice is unmistakable, and it warms your heart even as she words leave a strange twisting sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Her fingers move to stroke your chest, tracing lazy circles across your pecs as she studies your features intently. "I...I think I want more," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. "Not just today...but every day." The vulnerability in her eyes makes it impossible for you to look away, and you find yourself nodding slowly, unable to form the words that are caught in your throat

Her smile widens into a beaming grin as she presses her lips against yours, returning your kiss with just as much tenderness and passion. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment, wrapped up in each other's arms. And for now, it feels like enough; like everything else can wait while they figure out how to navigate this new path together, hand-in-hand. Her hands wander down your chest, lower still until she finds purchase on the hem of your shirt. With a sly smile and a mischievous glint in her eye, she tugs at it playfully, urging you to remove it so that her fingers can graze across your bare skin once more.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she looks up at you, eyes dark with desire. Her hand slides down your stomach, tracing lazy circles across the warm skin before hooking behind your waistband and pulling you closer still. The heat from your body pressed against hers sends shivers of pleasure racing through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the way he makes her feel.

Her lips find his once more, hungry and demanding as she explores his mouth with her tongue. Her hips roll against yours in a needy motion, seeking friction where there is none, begging for release from this agonizing tension that has built up between them since the moment they laid eyes on each other.

With every breath she takes, every touch they share, the world fades away until all that exists is this moment; their love and their passion, burning hotter than anything she's ever known

Her eyes drift down to where your hands are moving, and she lets out a shuddery breath when they reveal your arousal. She reaches out, her fingertips grazing lightly over the head of your cock before wrapping around it, stroking slowly in circles. Her other hand finds its way to your face, tangling in your hair as she pulls you close for a deep and sensual kiss.

Her body is on fire now, every nerve ending screaming for completion. With each stroke of her hand and touch of her lips, the tension between them grows more intense until it feels like it's going to consume them both. She arches her back off the bed, grinding against you harder, desperate for release but not wanting this moment to end.

Her lips part beneath yours as you thrust your hips against hers, desperate for the contact she's offering. The feel of your cock sliding against her soaked folds sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensation. She moans into your mouth, arching her back further as she tries to bring herself closer to the edge.

Her hand speeds up on its own accord, stroking you faster and harder as the tension between them builds impossibly higher. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot and desperate against your skin as she nears her release. She's never felt so exposed, so open; it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her shaking with the force of her orgasm when it finally crashes over her.

Her body goes limp beneath you, exhaustion washing over her in

Blinking up at you through hooded eyes, she smiles shyly back. The afterglow of her orgasm bathes her in warmth, making every inch of her body feel alive and connected to yours. She runs a hand through your hair, relishing the feel of it beneath her fingertips as you look down at her with such tenderness.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from their passionate exchange. "For everything." A contented sigh escapes her lips as she leans in for another kiss, her body slowly beginning to stir back to life beneath yours. She wants this feeling to last forever; the connection between them so strong it defies understanding.

As you deepen the kiss and pull her closer still, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, arching into your touch as desire once again begins to claw its way back up from the depths

Her heart lurches painfully at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she stares into your eyes, searching for some hint of deception. But all she sees is honesty and love; the same love that she's only now beginning to admit to herself. Tears well up in her eyes, spilling unchecked down her cheeks as she buries her face against your chest, unable to speak past the lump that has formed in her throat. She's never been so completely and irrevocably exposed before; it terrifies her but at the same time fills her with a sense of peace and acceptance that she's never known.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, as if somehow feeling out whether this moment, this connection between them, is real or if it will disappear when she wakes up tomorrow. But deep down, she knows the truth; she's felt it with

She sniffles and swallows hard, trying to regain her composure as she lifts her tearstained face back toward yours. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, wiping roughly at her eyes before giving up, deciding that there's no point in pretending to be anything but herself anymore.

Her lips find yours once more, seeking the comfort and reassurance she finds only in your embrace. She holds you tighter this time, as if afraid that if she lets go even for a moment, everything will slip away from her again. It feels right; it feels like home; and for the first time ever, Makima knows with absolute certainty what her future holds...and it's something that she's never dared to hope for before.

Her heart swells at the sound of your voice, filled with such certainty and love. She doesn't know why she ever doubted it; you are everything to her now, and she can feel the truth of those words vibrating against her lips as they move together in a rhythm only they understand. She returns the kiss just as passionately, pouring all of herself into it as if it were the last chance she'll ever have.

And maybe it is. Maybe this moment right here, with you wrapped around her like the security blanket she never knew she needed, is all they have left before reality comes crashing down around them. But for now...for just a little while longer...she can pretend that nothing else matters but them and their love.