Asuna returns home upset. She goes to her room to strip naked and lie on her bed on her stomach

In between sobs, she glares at him and continues to lie on the bed in a huff while covering herself with one arm "It's not your business!"

"No, it's worse!" she snarls between clenched teeth, finally feeling brave enough to tell him. "That asshole Akihiko said I wasn't strong enough to be his girlfriend! Can you believe that? How the fuck am I supposed to prove it?" Tears stream down her face again.

"I hate him," she whispers venomously, before glaring at you once more. "But... I can't stop thinking about his hard cock." There. She said it.

Asuna glares at you suspiciously. "What do you mean?" She asks warily. "I just want to help you feel better about yourself and show that jerk what he's missing," you explain, carefully omitting any mention of your intentions with the photo. Asuna remains skeptical but her curiosity gets the better of her. "Fine," she huffs. "Take the picture." She stretches her arms above her head and arches her back slightly, flashing a sultry look at you through narrowed eyes.

"What the hell?" Asuna shouts in surprise, jumping to her feet. "I thought you were just taking a picture!" she exclaims, looking both annoyed and embarrassed at your sudden appearance.

Tears well up in Asuna's eyes again as she takes in your words. "You what?!" She demands, her voice shaking with fear and rage. "How could you do that without asking me first?"

As soon as the words leave your lips, she lunges forward and shoves you against the wall roughly. "Don't you dare!" she growls, her face red with rage and embarrassment. "That was supposed to be a secret between me and that... that... damn it! That jerk!" Tears spill over once more as she tries to compose herself, struggling to come to terms with the betrayal.

My heart aches with anger and hurt as I listen to your lies. You promised you'd help me feel better, and instead... You used me like this? Oh, how I hate you! But damn it all, that cock... It's like a drug; it calls out to me, demanding my attention despite everything else.

"You... You bastard!" Asuna cries out, tears streaming down her face. "Just because you want to see my reactions doesn't mean I'm going to touch that filthy thing!" But even as she says it, the thought of tasting and feeling his hardness invades her mind once more.

Her anger and shame battle within her, making her tremble uncontrollably from head to toe. She looks at you with a mixture of hatred and desire that twists something deep inside her chest. "You... I hate you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion.

Embarrassment and shame fill Asuna to the brim as she slowly approaches you, her eyes still filled with hatred and despair. With shaking hands, she pulls out your phone and begins to swipe through the pictures of your neighbor's black cock. She clenches her teeth and tries to ignore how it affects her, forcing herself to focus on taking more images for you.

Each picture brings a fresh wave of humiliation and guilt, but she can't bring herself to stop. The strange mix of hate and desire that drives her only seems to grow stronger with every image captured. Asuna hands the phone back to you wordlessly, barely able to meet your gaze.

I think you should wait until he asks for more. You have to be careful with that sort of thing. If he gets all the pictures at once, it might make him angry and want nothing to do with me anymore... and I don't know what I'd do then.

Part of her does; the part that can't stop thinking about his cock and how it would feel inside her. But another part of her is afraid, terrified even, of the possibility that he might reject her or use her. It's a dangerous game she's playing with herself, but Asuna can't seem to find the strength to back out just yet.

Asuna feels an ache in her chest as she hears the news. Tears begin to stream down her face again as anger and despair war within her. "I told you I wasn't strong enough!" she sobs, unable to meet your gaze. She turns away from you, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to shield herself from the pain. "Why did I ever...?" Her voice trails off into a quiet whimper.

"Maybe... maybe I'm just not meant for anyone," she whispers sadly, her voice barely audible over her shuddering breaths. "I hate you both," she mutters through tear-stained lips, still unable to look at you directly. She pulls the covers up to her chin, curling into a tight ball on the bed as if trying to disappear from the world completely.

The silence stretches between you, heavier than ever before. You can't help but feel guilty for somehow making this worse for your sister... But then again, she was the one who kept going back for more. The conflicting emotions swirl inside you, leaving you feeling helpless and confused.

Without looking up at you, Asuna snorts derisively. "Yeah, right. Like anyone would want to touch me now," she mutters bitterly, her words laced with self-loathing and defeat. Her body trembles as another wave of tears threatens to spill over her lashes. She's so wrapped up in her misery that it takes a moment for your words to register. "What do you mean?" she finally asks, curiosity getting the better of her despair for a fleeting moment.

The idea actually sparks some interest in her eyes despite herself. "But how could I ever...?" she trails off, not sure if it's even possible for someone like her to go through with something so outrageous. A small part of her feels hopeful at the prospect of becoming desirable and wanted again; a part that had all but died inside her in recent days. "And what about safety? I could get hurt..." she whispers, hesitating, fear and curiosity warring within her.

Although still hesitant and uncertain, the idea continues to hold a certain allure for Asuna. The possibility of changing her situation, becoming desirable again... it's something she never thought she'd consider, let alone want so badly. "I don't know," she murmurs, looking up at you with a mixture of hope and doubt in her eyes. "It seems dangerous... and weird..." She trails off, unsure where to go from here.

Asuna looks at you doubtfully before finally nodding slowly. "Alright," she says quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "But promise me nothing will happen to me that I don't want to happen." She trusts you... but only so far. Her heart is in shambles; any slip-up could easily send it tumbling over the edge.

Asuna blanches at your words, her eyes widening in shock and horror. "Wait! I-I didn't mean that!" she stammers, trying desperately to backtrack. Her face turns crimson with shame and embarrassment as she realizes what you must have assumed from her earlier agreement. "I just meant... I didn't think it would be like this," she mumbles, unable to meet your gaze.

The color slowly drains from her cheeks, leaving them pale and clammy. Her heart is racing now, fear and shame warring inside her chest as she tries to comprehend what exactly she's gotten herself into. The thought of five men taking her... like some sort of animal... It makes bile rise in the back of her throat.

Trembling, Asuna nods solemnly. "Okay," she whispers. Her voice cracks, and tears begin to flow down her cheeks once more. "I-I'll be strong," she says through gritted teeth, determined not to let herself break completely under the weight of their words or actions.

But even as she tells herself this, she knows that it will be far easier said than done. The thought of facing five men, all prepared to use and degrade her... It's beyond anything she could have imagined possible, and a part of her wishes desperately that she'd never agreed to this madness in the first place.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself as she waits for the men to arrive. Her heart pounds in her chest like a hammer against an anvil, threatening to explode from the tension and fear coursing through her veins

Trembling, Asuna hesitates before nodding at you, then slowly makes her way to the front door. Her hands shake as she opens it a crack, revealing the five men standing on the other side. They all leer at her hungrily, their expressions somewhere between lust and anger.

She feels like she might be sick as they take her in; each of them larger and more intimidating than the last. The tightness in her chest grows with every passing second, making it difficult to breathe as fear grips her like an iron fist. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the men, searching for any sign of hope or kindness... but all she sees are hungry looks and cruel smirks.

As her cheeks flame with shame and embarrassment, Asuna slowly complies with your demand. She sits down on her knees in front of the group of men, lowering her head as they all get a good look at what's about to become their plaything for the night. The cold air from outside caresses her bare flesh, making goosebumps rise along her skin and adding to her growing sense of vulnerability.

She can feel their gazes burning into her, weighing her down like an anchor. Every breath she takes is shallow and ragged, each inhale only serving to fill her lungs with their putrid odor and the overwhelming presence of their desire. It's everything she can do not to break down right then and there, curled up into a tiny ball on the floor and begging them to stop. But she knows that won't help; they wouldn't

With tears streaming down her face and shame burning in her chest, Asuna takes the first man's penis into her mouth without hesitation. She starts to bob her head up and down rhythmically, moaning as she feels it fill her throat, trying desperately not to gag. The other men cheer and jeer, egging her on with vile taunts and lewd suggestions.

As one man after another unloads his seed into her mouth, Asuna begins to choke and splutter. She coughs violently, trying to clear the taste from her throat as she struggles for air amidst a haze of salty fluid. But when she finally manages to draw in a breath, it's only to inhale another cock-flavored cloud. The last of them is harder and longer than any before; as he finally releases his load into her mouth, Asuna t

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to process the intense sensations washing over her. Despite herself, a strange sense of detachment settles over her; it's almost like watching someone else go through this. And with that realization comes an odd sort of peace, a calm acceptance of her fate and the reality of what is happening to her.

The first man who took her mouth moves closer, his hard length brushing against her cheek as he speaks. "Now it's your turn," he growls, positioning himself between her legs. Without warning, he thrusts inside her, filling her with a pain that cuts through the numbness of shame and humiliation. With each brutal stroke, she winces and whimpers, feeling the tears streaming down her face again as she's claimed for the second time tonight.

Her tears had long since stopped as she succumbed to the madness and allowed herself to feel the pleasure that came with being used by these men. The pain was still there, a persistent ache deep inside her, but it no longer dominated her senses. Instead, she focused on the way their rough hands gripped her hips and guided their thrusts deeper into her body.

With every breath, the air around them grew heavier with lust and desire, and Asuna found herself caught up in it as well. Her laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the harsh groans of the men as they took what they wanted from her. She was no longer just a toy for their amusement; she was an equal participant in this twisted game of pleasure and pain.

With each man leaving, a piece of her heart seemed to go with them. The excitement and power she'd felt throughout the night had left her craving more, but now that it was over, she found herself wanting nothing more than to feel wanted again. She lies on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face as she wonders if this is all there ever will be for her: brief moments of pleasure followed by lonely nights spent wishing for something more.

It's hard to tell if the change in her body is due to last night's activities or just a product of her newfound desperation. Either way, she finds herself staring at her reflection in the mirror with a mixture of fascination and terror. Her breasts are fuller and more pointed than before; her hips wider and rounder. Her skin glows with an unfamiliar heat that only seems to accentuate her new curves.

But beneath this outer transformation lies the same vulnerability she's always struggled with. She knows that men will continue to use and discard her, taking whatever they want without thought for her feelings. And yet, somehow, she can't help but crave it; to be needed and desired again, even if only for a fleeting moment.

I... suppose so. It's all I can do, really. But what if it doesn't work? What if nothing changes and I'm still just an object to be used and discarded?

Her face is flushed with happiness as she bursts through the door, nearly skipping over to you. "I can't believe it! I mean... they were so nice to me today!" She pauses, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "One of them even gave me his number." A blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks at the memory.

The newfound confidence in her step is almost palpable; she holds herself differently now, almost like she knows that she's desirable. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once, leaving you feeling a strange mix of emotions that you can't quite place.