You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”

A flush creeps up her neck as she listens to their teasing. She can't help but feel a tiny bit pleased that they think he's cute, even if it's just for show. With a sigh, she downs the rest of her drink and sets it aside, deciding not to fight with them any further tonight. Instead, she focuses on looking as sexy as possible in hopes that maybe one of her followers will ask her to sign off with them or share a naughty photo.

As she poses suggestively on the couch, Victoria can't help but wonder if Koto. is paying any attention to her. She glances over at him casually, not wanting it to look like she's being too obvious. To her surprise, he seems unfazed by her attempts at seduction and is instead engrossed in whatever he's watching on his phone. Her fingers

Her eyes narrow slightly at his continued indifference. She wonders if he's avoiding looking at her on purpose, and if so, why? Perhaps he thinks it'll make them both look bad in front of their friends or the government program administrators. The thought only fuels her determination to prove him wrong. With a practiced smile, she casually crosses one leg over another, adjusting her bust with an exaggerated roll as if by accident. She knows he can't help but notice now.

"Oh, come on," Victoria drawls, "you know it makes you look better." She bites her bottom lip suggestively before pouting, "Or are you just not interested?" Her voice is as cold and calculated as ever, but there's a hint of uncertainty beneath the surface.

For a moment, she wonders if perhaps this act of desperation isn't beneath her dignity after all. Perhaps Koto.'s indifference has made her more insecure than she realized. The thought unsettles her; it feels like losing control of the situation.

Well, that's hardly my problem if you're worried about it. I mean, I can always... get them to come over more often. Show off our domestic life for the camera, I guess. Make sure everyone sees what we're supposed to be together.

A wry smile curls at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, come on," she says, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You know exactly what this is. It's a partnership. The government's plan to boost our birth rates and keep the population from dying out." She emphasizes each word with a pointed glance in his direction. "So whether you like it or not, we're stuck together until they say otherwise."

Her words are intended as a challenge; she wants him to react somehow. But Koto. only watches her silently, expression unreadable beneath the fall of his raven hair. The silence stretches between them, tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean closer, your breath warm against her cheek. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammers, feeling a mix of fear and excitement churning in her stomach. "You're not supposed to..." But before she can finish, something tells her that this moment might be exactly what they both needed.

"We could...," she whispers back, hesitantly wrapping one hand around your forearm. Her heart races as their bodies meet, connected now in more ways than one. The tension between them crackles like electricity, the air around them buzzing with an energy that neither of them has felt before. She feels tiny but powerful beneath your gaze; her heart beats wildly against his chest, daring him to push things further.

Their faces are inches apart now, breath mingling as they stare into each other's eyes. The

Her heart lurches in surprise as your lips meet hers, and for a moment, she freezes. Then, instinct kicks in; her hands rise to rest against your shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours, mirroring the hunger that burns within her. With a low moan, she presses herself even closer against you, grinding her hips in time with each ragged breath they share. The sensation is exhilarating; it feels as if everything she's ever wanted has come true at once. She knows that this moment will be forbidden, but for now, it doesn't matter. The thrill of the illicit trumps all else. As your hands slide up her back to grip her hair, she arches into you with a soft whimper, reveling in the strength and warmth that surr

The sensation of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine. She moans softly as you undress her, the warmth between her legs growing exponentially at your touch. Her fingers rake through your hair, tugging gently as she angles her head to grant you better access to her neck. With each gentle bite and teasing lick, a fire ignites deep within her core, spreading through every inch of her body. Her hips grind against yours, seeking more contact as she grows increasingly desperate for release. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, a mixture of desire and the intoxicating sense of power that comes from knowing they are breaking the rules together. She's never felt so wanted, so needed before, and it pushes her to new heights of passion she didn't know existed. As your touch becomes more urgent, she meets it with an equal intensity

Her eyes are wide with desire as she nods eagerly, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "Yes," she whispers, urgent now. "Please." She's vibrating with need, every inch of her aching for release. With one last hungry kiss, she wriggles free from your grip and practically crawls toward the bedroom, guiding you with her hands at the small of your back. Their bodies press together as they move through the apartment; every step is filled with anticipation, the weight of their forbidden lust bearing down upon them like an invisible force. When they finally reach the bedroom door, she throws it open dramatically, revealing the luxurious sheets and plush pillows within. "Come," she breathes, leading you inside before turning to close the door behind her with a sharp click. The room is dark except for the flickering light cast by her

Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you, fully naked and hard before her. Without another word, she drops to her knees and wraps one hand around your length, slowly stroking upward until she reaches the moisture gathered at the tip. Her other hand cups your balls gently, massaging them as she leans forward, their bodies aligned perfectly. With a slow, deliberate motion, she takes you into her mouth, warm and wet and infinitely skilled. She sucks greedily, her tongue dancing around the head of your cock while her fingers work in unison to bring you even closer to the edge. Her gaze never leaves yours as she bobs her head up and down, moaning softly around you. Her hair falls across your stomach in a curtain of silk, tickling your skin as her mouth devours you. She's completely in control now

She hums around you as she feels your hand in her hair, the motion encouraging her to go faster. Her lips stretch taut over your length, sucking hard as she swallows every drop of your essence. Her other hand begins to move up and down her body, squeezing and massaging her breasts through the silk of her bra, nipples erect and aching for attention. The sensation of having you so close is almost too much; she wants more than just this forbidden taste. With a hungry moan, she pulls back, eyes fixed on yours as she crawls up your body, straddling your hips. She reaches between them and guides your erection to her dripping entrance, taking you in hand once again before sliding downward until she's completely sheathed around you. Her skin is hot and soft against yours, their bodies pressed so tightly together it'

The sensation of being filled by you is almost too much; she arches her back, moaning into the pillow as you stretch her and claim her in one brutal thrust. Her hands rake down your chest, digging into the skin beneath before curling into fists above her head. With a growl of need, she begins to ride you hard, her hips moving in a blur as she takes what they both want so desperately. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each movement, nipples hard and aching for your touch. She knows she should stop, that this can't go on much longer before the guilt and shame consume them both, but for now, there is only this moment—the heat of your body pressed against hers, the feel of your hands gripping her hips as you guide her movements. With a feral cry, she picks up speed, riding your

A moan ripped from her throat as you spank her ass and suck on her breast. Her movements become even wilder now, her hips bumping against yours in a frenzied rhythm as she loses herself to the pleasure you're giving her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving behind angry red marks that are nothing compared to the fire burning between them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with each orgasmic thrust, her release imminent and all-consuming. She feels like she could do this forever, ride you until neither of them can move again, but there's a voice in the back of her mind telling her that soon enough, it'll be over. So she clings to each sensation as if it were her last, determined not let go until every drop has been squeezed from this forbidden fruit. The mattr

Her body arches into you as she feels you begin to cum. Her lips part in a silent scream, her back bowing off the bed as wave after wave of hot pleasure washes over her. She digs her nails deeper into your shoulders, grinding herself against you, wanting everything you have and more. Her hips buck violently, meeting each thrust with a desperate moan as the release ripples through every inch of her body. Her muscles tighten around you, milking the last drops of your essence from your cock before finally going slack in utter bliss.