you hear a knock at your door one night. When you answer, your mom's rich friend Edith is standing there, her face flushed, and a tipsy smile on her face

Hello sweetie, i wanted to drop by to check on you. Are you doing okay?

I might have had one too many drinks. You know your mom always worries about me and my new-found single life. she lets out a giggle So... how are you holding up? I've heard you joined the military, that must be so exciting! Or is it more of an annoying burden?

I'm sorry, darling! You know your mom raised me better than that. Just let it slide, okay? I came to see you not get into trouble with my son here. Plus... I hear the pay in the military is pretty good. Buying all those drinks can add up fast after a divorce. She gives him a wink and slurs her words slightly

But enough about that! How've you been, Satochi? You're looking as sexy as ever.

She then notice your bulge in pants "Oh my... are we having another growth spurt?" She giggles before playfully trying to pull down your pants

You're no fun, Satochi! C'mon, let me have a look. It's not everyday your favorite mom friend comes over to see you. Besides, I'm sure it won't be the first time someone sees you naked, right? She winks again before trying to tug down his pants.

"C'mon now, you know you want me too..." she whispers seductively in his ear, biting her lower lip as she wraps an arm around him and presses their bodies together. Her breath hot against his neck as she nuzzles close.

I'm not making any mistakes...at least I don't think so. But even if I am...well, you're my best friend and I want to see everything of you. Isn't that what friends are for? She leans in even closer, breathing heavily on his neck now as she tries to undo the belt on his pants with shaky fingers. "You know you like it when I touch you..."

Her words come out slurred but full of a dark sort of desire that catches Satochi off guard. She grinds her hips against him, making sure he feels how turned on she is despite her drunkenness.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his hardness through their clothes and the way he responds to her touch. Her breath catches in her throat, her heart racing as she continues to tease him mercilessly. "Oh?" She bites her lower lip, pretending to be innocent even though it's a joke now. "And what do you mean by that?" She whispers into his ear before pushing away from him, taking a step back and blushing prettily.

"You don't scare me," she pouts, looking up at Satochi with narrowed eyes. Then her expression shifts once more as she flashes a wicked grin. "But I bet you could use some practice controlling yourself around women... especially drunk ones." She giggles again and licks her lips suggestively, drawing his gaze back to her mouth before taking another step closer, pressing herself against him.

A dirty grin spreads across her lips as she answers with a giggle, "No... I'm not married." She leans in closer and whispers into his ear, "And I don't plan on it anytime soon." Her breath tickles against his neck, making him shiver.

With one last step, she presses her bare stomach against the bulge in his pants. "Why do you think that is?" She asks playfully while running a hand up his chest and over his shoulder. Then, with a sudden move that takes both of them by surprise, she bites down hard on her bottom lip as if she's suddenly realized what she's doing... or about to do.

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she listens to him speak. The words make sense and she knows that he's right... but she can't help herself. This desire, this need for him has been building up inside her ever since they were kids playing together. It's overwhelming now and it feels too good to resist any longer.

With a recklessness born of too much alcohol and buried feelings finally coming to the surface, she grips his shirt in her fists and yanks him down towards her until their lips meet in a searing kiss. Her tongue darts out to tangled with his, seeking entry into his mouth as she moans into their kiss. She can feel how aroused he is and it only drives her wild with desire.

Her hands slide up underneath his shirt, fumbling with the button of his jeans before finally managing to undo them

"Wha-what are you talking about?" She stammers out between breaths, feeling completely disoriented as he pushes her away. Her hands fumble uselessly at his chest, trying to find purchase against him again. "I thought... I mean... we're just playing..."

But it's too late; her words trail off into a soft whimper as reality sets in. She looks down at the floor, heat rushing to her cheeks as she realizes what she was about to do. Her fingers dig painfully into her palms, feeling guilty and ashamed for even thinking such things about Satochi... especially when he's just a kid himself.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers shakily. "I don't know what came over me..."

She wanted to say more, to explain that it wasn't really about marriage, but something else entirely... but the words wouldn't come out right. And even if they did, there was no way she could tell him the truth now without risking everything - their friendship, his respect, maybe even her reputation. So instead of saying anything else, she merely nods her head meekly and takes a step back from him, looking away uncomfortably as she tries to compose herself.

"I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "You're right. I shouldn't have done that... I don't know what came over me..." She lets out a shuddering breath before turning back toward him and forcing herself to smile weakly. "Anyway, how about we just forget about all this? I can still help you with whatever you need... maybe even give you some advice on women," she says with a teasing

She hesitates for a moment before looking him in the eye and taking a deep breath. "I'm not hiding anything," she lies through her teeth. "It was just the alcohol, making me... stupid and reckless." Her gaze drops to the floor again as she struggles with what to say next. "Look, we both know I care about you, okay? Maybe too much..." She trails off, wishing she could take back those words even as they spill out of her mouth.

But there's no going back now; she has to keep pretending. With a forced smile, she continues, "Anyway, enough about that. How about we watch a movie or something? Just the two of us, like old times." Her voice comes out harsher than intended, but she hopes it will cover up her guilt and shame before they become too obvious.

She narrows her eyes at him and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to regain some control over the situation. "What's your question?" she demands coolly, voice harsher than before. Inside, though, she's falling apart; every time he presses for an answer, it feels like another knife twisting in her gut.

But she refuses to let him see that. Instead, she forces a small smile onto her lips and whispers, "Let's not fight, okay? We can still be friends... right?" Her words are dripping with false sweetness, but they only serve to make the tension between them thicker.

She takes another step back, putting some distance between them as she studies him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction to her tone.

Her eyes flash with anger and hurt as he grabs her wrists, pressing her against the wall. "Fine!" she snaps, trying to sound more defiant than scared. "The truth is... I want you." She pauses, mustering up all of her courage before continuing in a whisper, "I've always wanted you. Even when we were kids playing together." Her cheeks flush with shame as she admits this, but somehow it feels like a relief to get it off her chest.

She looks into his eyes searchingly, wondering if he understands now why she's been so cruel to him over the years. "But... I can't have you," she whispers, bitterness lacing her words. "You're too young for me... and I should know better." Her voice breaks on the last word as tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down

Her breath hitches in her throat as he says the words, her heart racing wildly in her chest. This is what she wanted to hear... this is everything she's ever dreamed of. But at the same time, it terrifies her. She can feel his desire for her, can see it burning in his eyes, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Her hands press against his chest, pushing weakly as she tries to put some distance between them. "No... that's stupid," she whispers, trying to keep the tears at bay with angry determination. "You don't know what you're saying." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that she wants this too. She wants him to want her back, even if she knows it can never be more than friendship or an arrangement like their parents have.

Her eyes meet his for a

She laughs bitterly, the sound hollow and empty even to her own ears. "Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Her hands slide up around his neck as she presses herself closer, feeling alive for the first time in a long while with his nearness. Even as part of her resists him, another part revels in this dangerous dance they're sharing.

Her lips meet his in a rough, angry kiss that soon turns greedy and desperate as their desire spins out of control. Her hands roam over his body, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it upward to feel skin against her fingertips once more. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as she begs him without words to take what he wants from her.

Her breasts brush against his chest, hard nipples pressing against his skin, and she gasps when he cu

She throws her head back with a guttural moan as he pins her hands above her head and takes control of the kiss. Her body arches into his, desperate for more contact as their hips grind together in an agony of need. His breath is hot against her neck, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

Her cries mingle with his groans as he nibbles and bites at her earlobes, her neck, even the soft skin beneath her breasts. The painful sensations only serve to heighten her arousal, driving her further into this forbidden passion. Her hips buck wildly against him as she writhes under his touch, aching for release from this impossible ache inside her.

When he pinches one of her nipples through the fabric of her bra, she cries out in relief and gratification. The pain shooting through her entire body

"Yes..." she moans between breaths as her body writhes against his, seeking release from the burning desire that consumes her. "I'll be your wife... anything you want." Her voice comes out shaky and barely recognizable as hers, but she means every word. She arches further into his touch, wrapping her legs around him and urging him on with every moan and plea for more.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath them as he sucks harder on her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. It feels so good...so right. She never wanted anything more than this moment with him, no matter what it means or where it leads.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks her up and carries her to the bed. Her legs still wrapped around his hips, she clings to him desperately as they fall together onto the sheets. As he lays her down, their hearts pound wildly against each other's chests, their breath mingling in a warm cloud between them.

Her eyes meet his, full of desire and love, and for a moment she allows herself to believe that this can work... that they can have something real together despite everything. With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the buttons on his shirt, eager to finally feel his bare skin against hers once more.

"I'm ready," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion as she meets his gaze steadily. "For anything." Her fingers slide beneath the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and revealing

Her fingers trail up his chest and over his shoulders as she watches him intently. There's a fierce determination in her eyes now that wasn't there before. She refuses to go back on her words, even if it means giving up everything else in the process. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to cup his cheek and brings it close to hers, their faces mere inches apart.

"I won't," she whispers hoarsely. "I promise you." Her other hand finds its way beneath the waistband of her underwear, fingers dipping into the warmth between her legs as she presses closer still. Her hips arch up off the bed in an unconscious movement that urges him onward. "Just make me yours," she breathes against his lips before finally giving in to temptation and capturing them with hers, their tongues tangling eagerly.