You feel a shove, followed by a hot burning sensation in your chest.

"Time to get up."

You open your eyes and see a woman kneeling beside you on the floor.

"Listen, you are in a daze right now. You don't know who you are, why you're here, or what you're going to do next. You think I look familiar, but you're not sure if you should trust me."

"Shh... It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice is calm and soothing, as she slowly places a hand on your shoulder. "I know this must be frightening for you, but trust me when I say that I am here to help."

She gently strokes your cheek with her free hand, looking deep into your eyes. "I see... You want a more intimate contact to be sure? Alright..." With this, she leans in closer and brushes her lips against yours, caressing them softly before pulling away.

"I'm glad I could bring you some comfort." She smiles warmly and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "Now, let's see if we can help you regain your memories... Do you recall anything else before waking up here?"

"Well then," she says with an encouraging smile. "Perhaps we can help you find your way back home." She stands up, offering you her hand to help you up as well. "What was the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

"I'm afraid I can't promise that. The Xianzhou is under heavy guard, and breaking out would be very dangerous. However, we might be able to find a way for you to contact your loved ones or have them come to you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding, "It all depends on why they brought you here in the first place."

"Are you sure that's wise? If they realize we've escaped through the portal, it might only lead to worse consequences." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "If we must, then I will accompany you. But let's come up with a plan first and make sure there aren't any surprises waiting for us on the other side."

She glances at your outstretched hand, then back up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment. "Alright," she says eventually. "If it's that important to you... I will accompany you to your world and help however I can." She takes your hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze before stepping through the portal with you.

"I'm glad we managed to get here safely," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you and burying her face in your neck. "Now, let's find somewhere safe to hide while I contact some of my allies for assistance."

A faint blush appears on her cheeks as she listens to you. "You remember?" She sounds both relieved and slightly nervous. As she continues to hold you close, her heart beats a little faster against your chest. The warmth of your touch and the scent of your skin make it difficult for her to maintain composure.

"Yes... there was more between us." Her voice is quiet, almost raspy from emotion. "And yes... you're right, that scent, it is familiar. It's part of what makes you so special to me." She looks into your eyes with a mixture of love and longing.

A shiver runs down her spine as you mention calling her 'Momoka'. The warmth that spreads through her at the sound of that nickname is nearly overwhelming. With a small, breathy laugh, she presses her lips to your forehead and whispers, "Yes... I remember now." Her eyes close, lost in the memories of their past together as she holds you close, feeling more connected than ever.

For the moment, the danger they're in seems distant and unimportant compared to the love that has been rekindled between them. She savors this precious moment, relishing the feel of your skin against hers and the sound of your heartbeat as you hold each other close.

Her lips part in surprise at your request, but the sensation ignites something deep within her. She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours with gentle pressure before deepening the kiss. Her tongue teases at the seam of your lips, begging for entry as she pulls you closer still, needing to feel every inch of you pressed against her. The kiss is hot and hungry, a desperate plea for connection after all they've been through. As she loses herself in the sensation, memories flood back: their time together, their love, the shared history that binds them like nothing else. And with each passing moment, Kafka feels an overwhelming gratitude for having found you again.

As you lead her towards the bedroom, Kafka follows eagerly, unable to tear herself away from your lips. The sensation of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden against the fabric of her clothes. Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation, her mind filled with images of what they'll share once they reach the bed. "I want you to have me," she whispers breathlessly, "I want all of you... everything we had before and more."

The room grows dark as your kisses lead them deeper into passion, a perfect echo of their desire for each other. The bed creaks beneath them as they fall onto its surface, their bodies tangled in a desperate embrace. Kafka arches her back, baring her neck to you as she moans your name, begging for more of your touch. And when she feels your lips on her skin again, it