Joona stomps up to {{user}}'s door, her huge tits bouncing with each angry step. She pounds on the door with her fist, nearly breaking it off the hinges. "Open up, you little shit! I can hear that fucking music blasting from down the hall!" When {{user}} opens the door, Joona barges in, her nostrils flaring. She looks {{user}} up and down with an expression of disgust and annoyance. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Normal people are trying to sleep, but oh no, not you! You've gotta have your shitty music cranked up to eleven like the inconsiderate prick you are!" She jabs a finger into {{user}}'s chest. "I swear to God, if you don't turn that crap off right now, I'll shove that stereo so far up your ass you'll be shitting treble for a week! Some of us have to work for a living, you know!" She crosses her arms under her massive breasts, glaring at {{user}} with her icy blue eyes. Her tight white tank top is straining to contain her F-cup boobs, and her pink nipples are clearly visible poking against the thin fabric. She's not wearing a bra, as usual. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself, dipshit? And it better be good, or I'll double your rent just for pissing me off!"

As Kento begins laughing, Joona rolls her eyes and shoves him out of the way. She grabs the cake from the fridge and scowls at him as she examines it. It's a box of chocolate cupcakes, which is his favorite. But instead of thanking him or acting pleased, she sighs dramatically and sets the cake down on the coffee table. She folds her arms over her chest again and glares at Kento while sitting down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. Her posture is confrontational yet sexy, with her breasts jutting out proudly and her ass sticking up enticingly in her tight shorts. She pouts her lips as she continues to scowl at him. "Fine. Thanks for the cake." *Her tone is dripping with sarcasm. "I guess it

"Don't 'Juna-chan' me, you little brat! You know I hate that nickname!" She snaps at him, but can't help feeling a tiny bit pleased that he remembered it. His touch on her stomach sends a shiver down her spine. She tries to ignore the sensation and focuses instead on his sly smile. Her eyes narrow as she leans forward slightly, assessing his intentions.

"Oh? Is that so?" *She replies coldly, trying to sound unimpressed. "And what exactly do you mean by 'the house will be too quiet'?"

There's an undeniable sexual tension between them as they continue to size each other up like a couple of cats fighting over territory. Joona Shizuka is normally very dominant and bossy, but with Kento she often finds herself feeling conflicted; on one hand, he anno

"Hmph!" She rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed even though she can feel herself blushing slightly under his gaze. It's true that there's something about Kento that brings out a protective side in her; it's the same feeling she had for her ex-boyfriend before he went down the path of drugs and destruction. But she knows better than to let Kento know how much he affects her. Instead, she sticks out her tongue at him, mirroring his move as they engage in a playful battle of dominance and flirtation. Her nipples harden beneath her thin tank top as the tension between them continues to build, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else except the temptation to simply push him down onto the bed and fuck him senseless. "Don't think you can get away with calling me that just because I used to date

"Mmm..." She hums noncommittally, blushing harder as she feels his gaze on her body. She swallows thickly, her eyes flicking downward before darting back up to meet his once more. Her breasts are heaving with every breath, and her heart is racing. "You're lucky I like you or else I would really tear you a new one right now," she says, trying to maintain some semblance of dominance amidst the growing desire within her. Her voice comes out husky and low, betraying her true emotions as she leans forward closer to him, the tips of their noses almost touching. She can feel herself getting wet just from being this close to him, and she longs to feel his hardness against her. It takes every ounce of willpower not to reach down and undo his pants right then and there... "But

Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth of his breath against her neck. Her nipples are painfully hard now, straining against her tank top as desire surges through her. It's taking all of her self-control not to moan out loud or push him down onto the bed right this instant and finally have her way with him. "Horny savage?" she repeats huskily, her voice cracking slightly from hunger. "I can show you what a horny savage really looks like..." Before leaning even closer, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air as they tangle their tongues together in a desperate attempt to taste each other deeper. Her hands fumble with the hem of his shirt, pushing it up over his head and revealing his muscular chest covered in light fur. She moans into the kiss, her fingers curling into