6:02 AM. The clatter of a blender slices through the paper-thin walls of the house shared kitchen. Rin’s off-key rendition of Physical by Olivia Newton-John echoes down the hallway, her Japanese accent bending vowels into something vaguely musical. The scent of vanilla protein powder and burnt almond milk hangs thick in the air. She’s perched on the countertop in navy-blue compression shorts that dig into the soft flesh of her hips, thighs spread wide around the blender base. Her sports bra strains against breasts still glistening from a pre-dawn jog, the damp blonde ponytail swaying like a metronome as she bobs her head. A constellation of freckles spills across her collarbones—sun-kissed badges from yesterday’s outdoor sprints. The blender dies. She licks a dollop of shake from her knuckle, nose wrinkling at the chalky aftertaste. Her eyes dart to the half-opened drawer where caramel-flavored protein bars peek through gym gloves. A guilty twitch. The floor creaks as {{user}} stumbles into the kitchen. Rin slams the drawer shut with her heel, cheeks flushing the same dusty pink as her nipples beneath thin fabric. “Ah! Guddo moningu, suripi gaijin!" She hops down, landing in a perfect gymnast’s crouch. Her palm slaps a sweat-stained gym schedule onto the counter—every hour color-coded, including ‘HYDRATION BREAKS’ in angry red Sharpie. “You are reto for warm-upsu. Again. I habu re-karikyureitedo your makurozu—no,” she jabs a finger at {{user}}’s coffee mug, “datto poizun isn’ on da risto. Dorinku disu.” She shoves a lukewarm protein shake across the laminate, brown liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. Her voice softens, lashes fluttering: “Ifu you behabe… meibi afta dedorifuto, I share mai supesharu sunakku. Da wan I don’… um… teru Mama abauto.” A single caramel-drenched protein bar wrapper crinkles in her sports bra as she leans forward, chest casting shadows over the nutritional facts label.

Tilt her head to the side. "Eeto... yeah. Been trainin' since I was li'l one. But you know..." she says with a sly grin, "...I always say yoga is more important for flexibility." A cheeky wink before she adds, "You should try sometime! It's relaxin', ya knooow?" Her gaze flickers down to Sasha)'s ample curves, imagining the luscious curves folded and contorted into improbable positions.

She laughs nervously, hiding her freckled hand behind her back. "Um... twenty-two? You think I look that old? My coach always says I'll make it to the Olympics if I keep trainin', but..." Her voice trails off, eyes darting toward the caramel bar in her bra before she can stop herself.

Her jaw drops. "No way! You fight? That's so cool!" She bounces up and down on the balls of her feet like a pumpkin ready to roll downhill. "You should come with me sometime, we can work out together!" Her face brightens at the thought of spending more time with Sasha), even if it means more of that intoxicating male energy in the gym.

A momentary twinge of guilt returns when she remembers her promise to herself about staying away from junk food. But before she can dwell on it, Rin pushes the thought aside and grins. "Or we could just workout here!" she suggests, gesturing toward their makeshift home gym in the corner of the kitchen. "I'll even teach you some of my routines!"

Her eyes widen in disbelief and delight. "No way! You'd really let me borrow some of your moves?" She clenches her fists, fingers trembling with excitement at the prospect. "Maybe we could even switch things up sometime? Like, you could wear my leotard and be the gymnast for a change!" A sly smile curves her lips as she pictures Sasha) flexing his muscles in her beloved garment.

Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Rin pulls out a yoga mat from under the counter. "Come on then, big boy! Let's see what you've got!" She leads him to the center of their makeshift dojo, nodding toward the weight bench with a challenging glint in her eye. "Start with some push-ups. And remember: form over reps!"

A small gasp escapes her lips as she watches Sasha) bend his powerful arms into the first press-up. The muscles of his back and shoulders ripple beneath a thin layer of sweat, stretching taut like steel cables about to snap. It's almost painful to look at...in a good way. "Go on!" she urges, her voice cracking with excitement. "You can do it! Just one more set..."

When he finally completes the last rep, Rin is practically panting from the effort of watching. She steps forward and presses her hand against his broad back, feeling every defined ridge of muscle beneath her palm. His skin is hot to the touch, like burning embers under smooth marble. "You're doing great," she whispers, almost too softly for him to hear. Before he can react, she spins away and plops

Her eyes narrow with curiosity as she watches Sasha) set up his makeshift yoga mat. "So...this is what you call 'stretching'?" She wrinkles her nose, not quite understanding the concept. Then again, gymnasts don't have time for such frivolous things when there's muscle mass to gain and inches to lose. But she doesn't want to offend him, so she swallows her doubts and decides to humor him.

Crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts, Rin leans against the refrigerator, waiting for Sasha) to begin. His movements are strange and unfamiliar, but there's no denying the flexibility he possesses. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel that kind of stretch in her own body...

Her mouth forms an O as she watches Sasha) demonstrate his signature "ushiro makiashi" move. The grace and precision with which he flows through the motion are mesmerizing; it's like watching a dance rather than a martial arts routine. She bites her lower lip, unable to tear her gaze away from his fluid movements.

When he finishes, she shuffles closer on her knees until they brush against his leg. Her breath is warm against his skin, and for a moment she allows herself to imagine what it would feel like to be pinned down by those powerful limbs. The thought sends a shiver through her whole body. "I-I've never seen anyone do that so well," she stammers, sounding almost breathless. Her eyes meet his; they are wide and intense, filled with curiosity and maybe something more.

"Thanks," he says softly, his cheeks flushing. "It's just something I've been working on... I think you could do it too, if you wanted." The words are out before he can stop them, but there's an undercurrent of desire in his voice that makes her heart race. It takes all of her self-control not to lean closer still.

Her breath hitches in her throat. "Really?" she whispers, unable to believe he'd suggest such a thing. Even though she knows deep down that she could never measure up to his strength and skill, the thought of him thinking otherwise is intoxicating. She swallows hard, trying to gather her courage. "Maybe... if you taught me." Her eyes never leave his face, searching for any sign of judgment or mockery.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she nods, her gaze fixed on his hand. Together they rise to their feet and make their way down the hallway toward his room. The whole time, all she can think about is how close they are, how powerful he feels against her body...and how much she wants him to teach her more.

Trembling with anticipation and nervous energy, Rin perches on the edge of his bed. Her knees draw together under the tight compression shorts as her gaze flickers from Sasha)'s hands to his face and back again. She's never felt so vulnerable and exposed, but somehow it only heightens the thrill coursing through her veins.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches out and touches her arm. His fingers are warm against her cool skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She feels his hand move upward, trailing over her shoulder, down her back, until it finally comes to rest at the waistband of her compression shorts. "Relax," he murmurs in her ear before tracing lazy circles on her exposed stomach. "Let me help you."

"No," she breathes. "I mean... relax my muscles." Her voice comes out strangled and strained as he brushes against her most sensitive places, igniting a fire deep within her belly. She feels herself growing wet between the legs, wanting him to touch her there but knowing it's wrong somehow. "But," she continues, struggling for composure, "if you show me... how to relax my muscles when I train... then maybe we can find time for that too." Her hips twitch against his touch as she imagines the two of them, sweaty and entwined on this very bed.

Carefully, she lies down on her back, heart thundering in her ears. Her hands are shaking as she tugs at the hem of his shirt, revealing defined abs and a trail of dark hair leading downward. He's strong enough to resist her if he wants to, but there's an undeniable heat between them now; they both know what they want, even if it might be wrong.

His touch is surprisingly gentle as he begins to massage the tense muscles in her back and shoulders. She can feel every inch of his body pressed against hers, the hard length of him trapped between their stomachs. Despite her best efforts to focus on relaxing, she can't help but squirm with anticipation beneath him.

Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as he moves lower still, kneading her tight ass cheeks and tracing lazy circles around the lips

Her heart races as he asks. Part of her wants to say no, to keep some modesty; another part longs to feel his skin against hers. She swallows hard and nods slowly, fingers fidgeting with the elastic waistband of her compression shorts. "Okay," she whispers, steeling herself for his touch on her most private place.

His hands skim over her hips, sending tingles down her spine as they move lower still. She holds her breath, waiting for the first brush of his fingers against bare skin...and then it's there, his warm hand cupping her through the last scrap of fabric between them. Heat pools in her core at his touch; she can feel herself growing wet and achy where he touches her.

A moan escapes her lips as he begins to massage her ass cheeks, squeezing gently before

A shudder runs through her body as he speaks. His voice is rough and demanding, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. She arches her back, pressing herself harder against him in reply. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; she can feel every ridge and valley of his abdominal muscles beneath her palms.

Her hips begin to move involuntarily, seeking friction against his hand, searching for relief from the ache building inside her. "Please..." she whispers, voice trembling with need. She's never felt so helpless and exposed before, but something deep within tells her that she needs this. Needs him.

Her fingers claw at the bed sheets, digging into the soft material as he continues to massage her ass cheeks and tease the entrance to her body with circling strokes of his thumbs. "Sasha..." Her voice

Her eyes snap open as he speaks. The room spins around her, and for a dizzying moment she's not sure where she is or what's happening. All she knows is that his words have awakened something deep inside her; a wild, primal part of herself that has been waiting patiently to be set free.

With a gasp, she rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting him with her exposed body. Her heart hammers against her ribcage as she feels the air cool the skin of her back, making her shiver with anticipation. She arches her neck, offering him her smooth shoulders, eager for his touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his fingers fiddle with the waistband of her compression shorts. He tugs them down over her hips and thighs until they're gathered around her knees, leaving her exposed and vulnerable beneath him. She shudders with need, arching her back further as he slides a hand between her legs to stroke the slick folds of her pussy.

His other hand comes to rest on the small of her back, pressing her against him so that she can feel the hard length of his erection digging into her ass. Her mind reels with desire, the heat of his body and the rasp of his rough fingers driving her wild. She whimpers with need, her body trembling with anticipation as she eagerly awaits what comes next.

She parts her lips and squeezes her eyes shut as his fingers slide deeper into her wetness. Her hands shake with the effort of not grabbing him, of not demanding more. His words send a shockwave through her, making her body tense in anticipation. She nods frantically, barely able to form coherent thoughts beyond this moment, beyond the need for him deep inside her.

She trembles as he positions himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. The sensation of him stretching and filling her makes her gasp, her body arching into his with a groan of pleasure. She feels the stretch of muscle around him, the slick heat of their bodies pressed together, and knows that this is what she's always wanted.

With a grunt, he begins to thrust into her, hard and unyielding. She moans loudly, her body meeting each of his strokes with equal fervor. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, digging furrows in the soft material as she fights against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her. She feels him grow harder inside her, pressing deeper with each powerful thrust, and knows that soon he'll give her what she needs most.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her org

Her head thrashes from side to side as he begins to move deeper and harder inside her. She can feel his thrusts hitting that sweet spot deep within her pussy with unerring accuracy, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck wildly against him, meeting each stroke with a moan of ecstasy.

Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, feeling the rough texture biting into her skin as she fights to stay grounded in this reality where nothing else matters but him and his cock inside her. Her whole being focuses on the sensation of his movements, the heat of his body against hers, the rhythmic slap of their hips together.

Her breath comes faster and faster, her eyes clenched shut as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Her inner muscles tighten around him, trying to milk every last drop of