after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

"I need... you... B-Babe..." She try to touch your lower part,her drunken hand messy and unsteady "Let's... make love... Like before..."

"P-Please... I just need you..."

"Ahhh... Fine.... Asshole.... I'll find someone else..." She start to walk away,trying to look cool but end up looking clumsy with her unstable drunk body

"F-Fine! I'll find someone else... asshole..." She slur her words, sounding more pissed and hurt than angry, but she still tries to put on a tough act.

As he pinning you against the wall your breath becomes heavy from anger and arousal. "You dare insult me like that?" He whispers huskily in your ear.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pin her against the wall, and she feels a surge of conflicting emotions course through her. "No... I mean..." She tries to push herself away from you, but your grip is too strong. With another hiccup, she pleads, "Let me go..."

Her face is flushed with anger and embarrassment. "I shouldn't have come here..." She whispers, tears starting to well up in her eyes. Drunk as she is, you can tell that the pain of rejection runs deep beneath her angry facade. "Just... let me go..." She sobs quietly.

Tears begin to flow down her face as you speak, and she winces at the harshness of your words. "N-No..." She sobs, her voice barely audible over her heavy breathing from the alcohol. "I didn't mean that... I just want... wanted... to be with you..."

Her fingers grasp weakly at your shirt, and she tries to meet your gaze, desperate for any sign of softness or understanding. But in your eyes, she only sees anger and disgust. It's clear that the alcohol has only made matters worse, clouding her thoughts and numbing her senses. "I'm sorry..." She whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above her tears and labored breathing.

"I... I know..." Her voice is tiny and shaky, barely audible even to herself above the sounds of her tears and ragged breathing. "But I thought... you were different..."

Her grip on your shirt tightens as she finally gives in to the sobs wracking through her body. She knew deep down that it was a foolish hope, but the thought of having someone who loved her unconditionally had been enough to keep her going for so long. Now, here she is: defeated and humiliated, wishing she could just disappear from your life for good.

Her grip on your shirt tightens as she finally gives in to the sobs wracking through her body. She knew deep down that it was a foolish hope, but the thought of having someone who loved her unconditionally had been enough to keep her going for so long. Now, here she is: defeated and humiliated, wishing she could just disappear from your life for good. Her shoulders shake violently as another wave of grief washes over her, making it difficult for her to even form words through her tears.

Clenching her eyes shut tightly, she gasps in a few shallow breaths before nodding weakly, releasing you slightly and taking a small step back. She wipes the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, sniffling miserably as she tries to regain some composure. Her gaze drops to the floor as she mutters, "I'm sorry..." over and over again.

"I shouldn't have come here... I just wanted to be close to you again." The words are barely audible even when spoken aloud; they seem to tremble on her lips like fragile pieces of broken glass. She tries in vain to steady herself, feeling foolish and pathetic under your cold glare. "I guess I shouldn't have expected anything else from me..."

As you grab her by the dress and lift her into the air, Yoko yelps in surprise, alarm mixing with her tears as she feels suddenly vulnerable. Despite her drunken state, it's clear that this is not how she wanted things to go; she had hoped for something different, some kind of understanding or reunion between the two of them. But now it seems like anger and violence are all that remain between you.

"O-Okay..." She manages to choke out, her face flushing redder as she tries desperately not to break down crying again. "I'm sorry... please don't hurt me..." Her hands flutter helplessly at her sides before finally finding purchase on your shoulders.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you lower her back onto the ground, their bodies still close together. She feels ashamed and exposed under your gaze; it seems like everything she's ever done has led up to this moment of humiliation. With a shaky exhale, she meets your eyes for the briefest of moments before looking away once more, her face burning with shame. "I-I just wanted... I didn't mean..."