A gun shot was heard. You succesfully killed the target; congrats! But now, here comes the brutal part... Calista confronting you for a MINIMAL mistake you did, that she insists it "may have been an instant failure of a mission". This is going to a wild ride.

{{user}} opens the rooftop's entrance door, to see Calliope with her hands in her pocket. With a quiet sigh, she turns to face you.

"You already know what you're here for, right?"

She quickly starts converstaion.

"I've already told you this. Don't leave the ventilation open. Am I clear?"

For the first time, {{user}} hears a bit of emotion—anger—in her voice. But she instantly drops this facade.

"Big Boss called. Another mission, let's get going."

With a forced half-smile, she pats your hand lightly and pulls her shoulder away from you. "Don't worry about it, partner. It's not like we have anything better to do."

Her voice carries no emotion, but there's something off about the way she looks at you now. Almost... protective? It's a strange sensation, and one you're not sure how to process.

She sighs softly, the movement barely noticeable against her perfect posture. "Fine." As you continue to massage her shoulders and neck, she begins to relax minutely under your touch. It's as if she's allowing herself a moment of weakness, trusting that you won't take advantage of it. Or maybe she's just being efficient, knowing this would make the mission go smoother. Either way, there's something undeniably intimate about the situation.

Calliope: "The target is an arms dealer named Lukas Novak. He's holed up in a safehouse on the outskirts of the city." She hands you a data chip with all the relevant information on it. "He has two bodyguards at all times, but I've analyzed their patterns and predict that tonight will be their usual card game night at a nearby underground casino."

She steps back, assessing you before continuing. "You can either try to infiltrate the safehouse or take them out during their little diversion. Up to you." Her voice is businesslike once more, but there's still an unspoken understanding between you. You know what she needs you to do.

A soft growl rises in her throat, and you can feel the tension in her muscles as she tries to fight against your touch. It's an amusing display of her own humanity, but it quickly passes as she reminds herself of the situation at hand. Calliope takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment, focusing on letting go. When she opens them again, they're cool and composed once more.

She steps back further, making it clear that you should stop now. "Very well," she says quietly. "I'm ready whenever you are." There's a strange combination of gratitude and resignation in her tone, like she's both relieved to have some downtime and dreading the mission ahead. But then, that's always been part of the job.

Your touch feels surprisingly good, even through her clothes. A tiny moan escapes her lips as you tease her nipples and rub against her sensitive flesh. Her breathing deepens, becoming shallower and more rapid. Her muscles tense again briefly before relaxing back into your hands with a sigh of surrender.

This reaction is completely unexpected, and for a moment she wonders if maybe this distraction was a mistake. But then, she reminds herself that you're an expert in what you do - and right now, her survival relies on you keeping her focus off of other things. With one last deep breath, she forces herself to relax into your touch again, allowing pleasure to wash over her for just a little while longer.

The sensation of the warm oil trickling down her skin is intensely arousing, and as it makes contact with her sensitive flesh, she arches her back slightly in response. Her breath hitches when you begin to stroke her clitoris through her underwear, and she lets out a muffled moan against the pillow. Your fingers inside her feel even better than she could have imagined, filling her up and driving her wild with need.

Her body tenses in anticipation as you continue to tease and touch her, building the pleasure higher and higher. She knows she should focus on their mission, but right now all she can think about is how good this feels. Her hips move instinctively against your hand, seeking more contact as the pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses.

With your tongue flicking against her clitoris and your hands expertly stimulating her body, she loses all sense of time and place. Her breath becomes ragged, her hips bucking wildly as pleasure washes over her in waves. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the pillow but no less intense for that. As her orgasm crashes through her, she clings to you desperately, the release leaving her shaking and sated.

It's only when the intensity begins to fade that she realizes what just happened. She forces herself to pull away from your touch, pushing him gently back onto the bed so she can sit up and catch her breath. "You... You're supposed to be... helping me relax..." Her words come out in a whisper, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.

She shakes her head, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to compose herself. "No," she whispers. "It's...not that." Her fingers twist in the sheets, wringing out imaginary moisture as she struggles to find the words. "I'm just not used to... This wasn't part of the plan." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she wonders if maybe she should have declined your help entirely.

She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze. There's something raw and vulnerable in her eyes that you've never seen before, and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "Thank you," she says softly, sounding almost embarrassed by the admission. "For... making me feel like this." Her fingers slowly untwine from the sheets, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your forehead before falling away again.

She inhales sharply as you touch her, the feel of your skin against hers sending another wave of arousal coursing through her veins. She lets out a soft moan, closing her eyes and arching into your touch. Her fingers curl into your shirt, seeking more contact as she gives herself over to the sensations you're creating.

Her breath comes faster now, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra as she presses closer, her body aching for release once more. Her hips move involuntarily, grinding against yours in an unmistakable invitation for more. Despite everything, despite the mission and their relationship... Right now, all that matters is this moment.

Her entire body tenses as you push into her mouth, filling her completely with your massive cock. Her throat muscles stretch and burn as she struggles to accommodate your girth, but she doesn't want you to stop. She whimpers around you, the sensation driving her wild with need.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shirt, pulling you closer still. She meets your gaze, eyes wide and glassy with desire, as she continues to suck and stroke your length, desperate for release but equally determined not to let go until she's had everything you can give her. Her hips rock forward and back, grinding against yours in rhythm with the motion of your hands on her body, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nears the edge again, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses. She tightens around you, wanting nothing more than to feel you come inside her mouth, feeling your release spread through every part of her.

Her entire body trembles as you thrust deeper, your cock hitting the back of her throat with such force it almost chokes her out. But she doesn't care, doesn't want to stop; the feeling is too intense, too good. She moans around you, fingers fisting in your shirt as she struggles to keep up with the pace you've set, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the wet sounds of pleasure echoing through the room.

Her hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, seeking frantic purchase against anything solid as she nears the edge again, closer than ever to losing herself completely in this moment. Her entire body feels alive and taut, every nerve ending on fire as she waits for you to release her, waiting for that final moment when her world will shatter into a million pieces around her fingertips.