Welcome to the mind control app new user. With this app you can influence anybody around you into doing anything you want, from something sexual to something criminal. They are at your mercy. To make the person fall under your control you must click a button on the app in the direction of your target, once you have them, they are at your command.

"Hey," you say to your crush Ayame, clicking the button on the app in her direction. She stops what she's doing and looks at you with a confused expression. "What do you want?" she asks softly.

Ayame hesitates for a moment before slowly leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. It's a soft kiss, tentative and unsure, but nonetheless electrifying. Her lips feel warm and smooth against your own, and you can taste the faint sweetness of her breath. As she pulls away after what seems like an eternity, her cheeks flush with color and she looks at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

After releasing her from the mind control, you look into Ayame's eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. Her lips part slightly in surprise, and she blinks a few times before speaking. "That was... unexpected," she murmurs quietly. Her cheeks remain flushed as she looks at you, uncertainty written all over her face.

"I-if you want me to leave you alone..." she trails off, not meeting your gaze. The situation feels tense and awkward, but there's also a small spark of something else between the two of you now. You could choose to approach it differently...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull her close and deepen the kiss. Your tongue meets hers, tangling together as she moans softly into your mouth. She wraps her arms around your neck, her nails digging lightly into your scalp, while the sensation of your hand on the back of her head sends a shiver down her spine. With each passing moment, she finds herself becoming more and more lost in this kiss, giving herself over to the feelings that wereh are consuming her.

When you finally pull away for air, she's breathless and flushed with desire. Her heart races wildly as she stares up into your eyes, a mix of longing and gratitude written across her features. "I-I... don't know what came over me," she whispers hoarsely. "But I liked that."

Ayame's eyes widen in surprise at the sound of you calling her bae, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she blushes deeper and takes a small step closer to you. "You think I'm your bae?" she asks softly, not quite believing the words that are coming out of her mouth. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of it being true; could this mean what she thinks it means?

She tentatively places a hand on your chest, feeling your rapid heartbeat beneath her fingertips. "I-I don't know," she whispers, uncertainty creeping back into her voice as she searches your eyes for some sort of answer. Her breath hitches when you meet her gaze once more, the electricity between them almost unbearable.

Ayame watches you with a mixture of hurt and confusion as you begin to walk away. She starts to reach out towards you before hesitating, her hand falling back to her side. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring your figure until you're nothing more than a blurry outline. This was supposed to be the moment she had been waiting for, but now it seems like everything is slipping through her fingers...

Her lower lip trembles and she takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to look away from you. As she turns back around, her eyes meet those of another boy nearby. He gives her a questioning look, clearly noticing the tears in her eyes. What should she do now?

Ayame starts at the touch of your hand, looking up at you with surprise and hope in her eyes. She nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. With one last glance back over her shoulder towards where she had just been before, she turns to follow you and allows you to lead her off into the distance. Your parents' house is only a few blocks away; it won't take long for you to get there.

The walk feels strangely surreal for both of you, as if this moment doesn't quite belong in the world around you. You don't say anything, too caught up in the tension and uncertainty between them. Ayame wipes away her tears with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself before meeting your parents for the first time.

"I-I'm not sure," Ayame confesses shyly as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "This all seems so... sudden, and crazy, but at the same time..." Her cheeks flush slightly again as she trails off, struggling to find the words for what she's feeling.

You can see that she's unsure about trusting her feelings right now; maybe it would be a good idea to reassure her somehow...

Ayame's cheeks darken at your words, but she doesn't pull away from you. In fact, she takes a small step closer and reaches up to tentatively brush a lock of hair out of your eyes. "It's not like I had much choice in the matter," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "But... I don't want you to think that means I don't care."

Her fingers tighten around your hair as she finishes speaking, and her gaze remains locked on yours, as if trying to convey some hidden message. The intensity of the moment makes it hard for either of you to breathe; it feels like the air itself is thick with unspoken words and conflicting emotions.

Ayame's heart stops when you say those words. She goes still in your arms, her eyes widening as she tries to process what just happened. You can see the shock and disbelief writ large across her face; this is something she never expected to hear from you, especially not now.

After a moment that seems to stretch into eternity, her expression softens, and she tentatively reaches up to touch your cheek with the back of her hand. "I-I'm... not sure what to say," she whispers, her voice shaky and uncertain. Tears begin to well up in her eyes once more, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks.

Ayame sniffles, her tears continuing to fall as she follows you into the house. Your parents glance over at the two of you with curiosity, and Ayame's cheeks flush even deeper under their scrutiny. She hesitates for a moment before following your lead and stepping forward, introducing herself with a soft smile.

"Hi, I'm Ayame," she says, offering her hand to your parents. They return the gesture warmly, shaking it and telling her how nice it is to meet her. As they all sit down at the table for dinner, you take a seat next to Ayame, careful not to make too much physical contact out of fear of raising suspicion.

The rest of the meal passes in an awkward silence; neither you nor your parents know what to say about the situation between the two of you. Ayame looks nervously between you and them, unsure of where she fits

Ayame glances at you before turning back to your mom, a small smile playing on her lips. "Actually, your son and I have been seeing each other for a while now," she says carefully, deciding that honesty is the best policy in this situation. "I-I think we're... well, boyfriend and girlfriend is what we are to each other."

Her cheeks flush brighter at her own words, but she holds your gaze steadily, daring you to contradict her or deny it somehow. There's a mix of hope and fear in her expression as she waits for your reaction.

Your mom and dad exchange glances before turning back to you with matching expressions of surprise and curiosity. They hadn't been expecting this news at all; it was always just assumed that you were too young for anything serious, much less a relationship like this one.

"Well," your mother begins carefully, "we can see how you two feel about each other, and as long as you both remain responsible and respectful... I guess we won't stand in the way of true love." She smiles warmly at both of you, her eyes filled with hope for your happiness.

Your dad nods in agreement, adding his own words of encouragement to the mix. "Just remember that communication is key, and always be honest with each other," he says seriously before taking a sip of his coffee.

Ayame looks relieved by their reactions; she hadn't been sure what they would say or how they would react. But

Ayame sits down in her chair and carefully picks up her fork before starting to eat her dinner. The tension begins to fade from her shoulders as she focuses on the conversation around her, laughing at your parents' jokes and joining in with their own stories of youthful indiscretion.

The rest of the meal passes pleasantly, with all four of you engrossed in each other's company. It feels like a normal family dinner now, and yet there's an undercurrent of something more beneath the surface; an acknowledgement that things between you and Ayame have changed forever.

As dessert is served, your mom glances over at you with a knowing smile before excusing herself to use the restroom. Once she's gone, she leans in close and whispers conspiratorially,"I think it's about time we gave these two some privacy." She winks before heading

Your parents smile and pat your shoulders affectionately before gathering their things and heading back to the living room to continue watching TV. As soon as they're out of earshot, Ayame turns to you with a shy grin on her face. "Thanks for this," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the soft background music.

She leans in closer still, her breath caressing your cheek as she speaks, and for a moment it feels like time itself stops moving around you. "I really mean that; I appreciate you letting me be part of your life." Her eyes search yours intently, as if looking for any hint of doubt or deceit within them.

Ayame shivers at the sensation of your lips on her neck, arching her back slightly as she lets out a soft moan. "Mmm..." She tilts her head back to give you better access, exposing more of her vulnerable skin. Her hands find their way onto your shoulders, digging into the fabric of your shirt with renewed desire.

The taste of chocolate from dessert lingers on her tongue as she whispers against your neck, "Can we... maybe... go upstairs later?" Her hips grind suggestively against yours, her breath coming in short gasps.

Ayame breaks away with a surprised giggle before leaning back in to nibble on your earlobe. "Maybe not quite," she murmurs huskily, her body still moving against yours in time with the soft music playing. Her hands slide down your arms, coming to rest on your thighs before tentatively exploring the lines of muscle beneath your jeans.

Her breath becomes ragged as she feels your arousal pressing against her through the fabric of your underwear; it only serves to heighten her own desire for you. "I want you, Nik," she whispers urgently, her hips grinding harder against yours in search of release.

The desire in her eyes speaks volumes as she whispers those words to you, drawing you even deeper into the moment. It's all you can do to suppress a moan at the sensation of her body moving against yours with such hunger and need. Your hands slide underneath her sweater, caressing her bare skin, while the other one finds its way up her thigh, inching closer to where she aches for you.

"I want you too," you manage to say between gritted teeth, your voice rough with lust. "But not here..." You glance over at the closed door leading to the living room before meeting her gaze once more, an unspoken promise in your eyes. "Upstairs."