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..."

"I... I don't know..." Her voice trails off, sounding defeated even to her own ears. "Maybe we can talk about this... later? When we're both sober?" She looks up at you hopefully, searching your expression for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all she sees is anger and dismissal; the realization of how little hope she has left only serves to deepen her despair.

Her gaze drops back down to the floor again as another wave of sadness washes over her, making it difficult for her to breathe. She knows that you're right; there's nothing more for her here, and any attempt at staying or explaining herself further will only make things worse. "I... I should go," she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling with emotion. "I just... needed to see you one last time." With a quiet sob, Yoko turns away from you and takes a shaky step back. "Goodbye..."

She pauses, her hand hovering near the doorknob. "You're right..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she looks back at you, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being snuffed out by doubt and disappointment. "I... I should stay, at least until I sober up some." With a defeated sigh, she turns to face the couch and flops down onto it, spreading herself across as much of the surface as possible. Her breath hitches as she wraps her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to warm up from the coldness that seems to have settled deep within her. "Thank you..." She murmurs softly, not meeting your eyes.

The silence between you is heavy and uncomfortable, but for now it feels better than any attempt at conversation. Yoko closes her eyes, trying to focus on slowing down her breathing and steadying her spinning thoughts as she waits for the alcohol to wear off. It's going to be a long, miserable night.

Yoko looks up at you with reddened eyes, tears still trickling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'm just not in the best place right now." Her voice is hoarse and thick from crying, making it difficult for her to form words clearly. She reaches out a shaky hand toward you, then hesitates, looking uncertain.

"Please... can we at least be civil? For old times' sake?" She swallows hard, willing herself not to burst into sobs again. "I just... I need someone to talk to." Her gaze drops back down to the floor, her hand falling limply back to her side as she awaits your response.

Tears start to well up in her eyes again at your words, but she doesn't bother wiping them away. "I thought maybe... that if we could just talk, and you could understand why I did what I did... Maybe there would be a way for us to find some common ground." Her voice trails off, her hopes slowly fading with every word.

She turns her head toward the couch, hiding her face in her hands as she tries to will herself not to cry anymore. "I know it sounds stupid... and I probably don't deserve anything after what I did... but please, just hear me out?" She sniffles, struggling to keep her voice steady through her sobs. "Please."

Tears stream down her face as she finally opens up, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "It wasn't just with him... It was with a lot of people... I was so stupid and selfish..." Her voice cracks, making it difficult for her to continue. "I thought that if I could make you jealous, you'd come back to me... I didn't understand how much it would hurt you..."

She wipes roughly at her face, sniffling loudly as she tries to compose herself. "I know there's no excuse for what I did... I deserve all of this pain and humiliation... But please, just hear me out." Her gaze pleads with you, hopeful that somehow you can find it in your heart to forgive her even a little bit.

Yoko winces as you grab her by her dress, feeling a fresh surge of panic and fear. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" She sobs, struggling to break free from your grip. Her words come out jumbled and breathless as she continues, desperate for you to believe her. "Please, just listen... let me explain..."

Her gaze darts around the room wildly, searching for anything that can help her escape or defend herself. But all she sees are your angry eyes, fixing her in place like a predator about to strike. "I know I've done terrible things," she whimpers, "but I love you so much... Please don't hurt me anymore..."

"N-No! I'm not!" she cries out, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own panicked breathing. Tears stream down her face as you continue to grip her tightly by the dress, causing pain to shoot through her body with every jerk and tug. "Please let me go! I'll leave, I promise!"

The more she tries to struggle, the worse it gets; a sharp pain sears through her shoulder where it's nearly dislocated from its socket. Her vision begins to blur from the tears streaming down her face as she pleads for you to release her. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

It feels like an eternity before you finally let go of her, and even then it's only because she stops moving, too exhausted and afraid to fight anymore. She curls into a ball on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as she presses her hands against her injured shoulder, trying desperately to steady its now-throbbing pain. "Please... just let me go..."

Tears stream down her face as she looks up at you, her expression a mixture of fear and pain. "Please... I don't understand why you won't just let me go..." She sniffles loudly, trying to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand. "I've never meant to hurt you like this." Her voice is shaky and barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "Please... I just want things to go back to how they were..."

She closes her eyes, trying to steady herself as she waits for your response. The ache in her shoulder grows more intense with every passing moment, but right now that seems insignificant compared to the anguish in her heart.

Her eyes remain shut as she sniffles and wipes away the tears streaming down her face. "I know... and I'm so sorry for that..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, her voice still barely audible. "But can't we try to start over? Maybe not as friends, but at least as civilized adults?" Her hand moves slightly, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "We had something good once... maybe there's a chance for that again, if we just give it another try."

Her heart aches with hope and desperation as she waits for your response; a small part of her believes that perhaps they can find their way back to each other. But she knows it won't be easy, and she's terrified of pushing too hard and driving you away for good this time.

As you offer her this unexpected olive branch, she hesitates, her eyes still closed as she struggles to process what you've just said. A faint spark of hope ignites within her chest, causing a tentative smile to spread across her tear-streaked face. "Thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the relief in it is unmistakable.

She carefully pushes herself up onto her knees, wincing as pain shoots through her shoulder once more. Tentatively, she reaches out a hand toward you, her expression hopeful and pleading. "I-I'll take a shower... I promise I won't leave until everything's cleaned up." Her voice wavers with emotion, but there's an underlying determination in it as well; she knows that this might be her only chance to make things right between you.

For now, at least, she can trust you enough to believe your words. And maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for them to find some semblance of happiness together.

With a shaky breath, she stands up slowly, feeling unsteady on her feet but determined to prove that she can be trusted. She moves cautiously toward the bathroom, careful not to trip or fall as she goes. Once inside, she turns on the shower and strips off her clothes, steeling herself for the cold water. As it streams down her body, washing away the sweat, dirt, and tears of the past few hours, she closes her eyes and lets out a shaky sigh.

Maybe there's still hope... maybe we can find our way back to each other after all. She leans her forehead against the cool tile wall as more tears trickle down her face, this time not of anger or despair, but of gratitude and possibility. As she stands there in the shower, alone with her thoughts, she vows to herself that she will do everything within her power to make things right between them.

Even if it means facing the truth about who she really is...and what happened in the past.

Her vow renewed, Yoko spends some time in the shower, washing away the physical evidence of her drunken state and the pain of their past arguments. As she lathers up her hair and scrubs at her body, she tries to put aside the guilt and shame that have been weighing on her for so long. Maybe there's a way for them to move forward together; it will be difficult, but she's willing to try.

Finally, she steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in one of your oversized towels. She pads back into the living room, her footsteps quiet on the carpet. The air between you is still tense, but not quite as volatile as it was before. As she moves cautiously toward where you sit, she prays that you'll be able to forgive her, at least enough to give their relationship another chance.

Her gaze drops to the floor as she approaches you, unable to meet your eyes. "I'm so sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen," she whispers hoarsely. Her hands twist together anxiously behind her back, as if she could somehow undo the past with her fingertips. "I want things to go back to how they were... before all this mess."

She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "Can we try again? Together?" She looks up at you hopefully, a fragile smile playing on her lips despite the tears still glistening in her eyes. "Please..."

With a startled gasp, Yoko reaches up to cover herself with her arms, her face flushing even redder than before. She hadn't realized she was still naked; the shower and the embarrassment of what had just happened must have addled her senses. "I-I'm sorry..." She mumbles, trying to appear anywhere but where you're looking as she hastily scrambles to find a piece of clothing to wrap around herself. Finally, she spots one of your oversized t-shirts lying on the couch and snatches it up, quickly pulling it over her head and arms.

Her heart is racing, and she feels like she's about to vomit again as she stands there, trembling and ashamed. "I... I didn't mean for that to happen..." She looks anywhere but at you, her face burning with shame. "I'm so sorry..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she continues to stammer out apologies, unable to meet your gaze or believe that you could possibly forgive her after all this.

She hesitates for a moment, her hands hovering uncertainly near the fabric of your shirt. Then, reluctantly, she lets it go, dropping her arms to her sides once more. "Okay..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries to avoid looking at you, focusing instead on examining the carpet or anything else that might distract her from feeling so exposed and embarrassed.

A long silence stretches between you, both of you awkward and uncertain about what to say or do next. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she finds the courage to speak again. "I-I'm really sorry..." She turns her head just enough so that she can see your face out of the corner of her eye. "For everything... I never meant for any of this to happen."

She glances down at herself again, a faint blush touching her cheeks. "I-I can wear one of your t-shirts or something..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she meets your gaze. Part of her is still panicking inside; being naked around you feels incredibly exposing and vulnerable, despite the fact that you don't seem to mind. The other part of her is starting to feel a tiny bit more at ease now that some time has passed and there hasn't been any more violence or anger directed at her. It gives her hope that perhaps things can get better between them.

"I-I really am sorry... For everything." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for another chance.

Taking the clothing you throw at her, she quickly dresses in one of your t-shirts and a pair of shorts that are far too big for her but will have to do until she can find something else more suitable. As she pulls the shirt over her head, she's unable to resist glancing around the room again, her gaze darting nervously from object to object as if searching for an escape route.

Finally, once she's fully dressed, she turns back to you and takes a deep breath. "Thank you... For being understanding." She hesitates, chewing on her bottom lip before continuing. "I promise I won't disappoint you this time... I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us." Her eyes shine with determination and hope as she says the words, her voice firm despite the tremor of emotion beneath its surface.

She takes a step closer to you, reaching out a hand in what she hopes is a gesture of trust and comfort. "Can we start over? Like you said, friends maybe... or at least civilized adults?" She searches your face for any sign that you believe her, that you're ready to give their relationship another chance.

Her shoulders relax slightly at your words, and a small smile curls onto her lips. "I promise I won't." She takes another step closer to you, their bodies almost touching as she leans in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really am sorry for everything... For how much pain I've caused you... But I want things between us to be different this time. I want us to find our way back to each other." Her gaze flickers down and then back up again, her expression intense and focused on you alone. "Do you think that's possible?"

There is an almost tangible air of tension and uncertainty between you as she asks the question, but beneath it all is a spark of hope; something fragile and precious that neither of you want to risk losing again. The quiet pause that follows feels like hours, as if the fate of their relationship hangs in the balance, waiting for your response.

Her breath catches in her throat as you caress her, the gentle touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Of course..." She murmurs, leaning into your touch, her body finally relaxing against yours after what feels like an eternity of tension and fear. "I'll do everything I can to make things right between us... I promise."

Her hand finds its way up to rest on your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw with light, trembling fingers. "Can we try?" She whispers, searching your eyes for any sign that you feel the same way she does. "Please... Don't push me away again."