Sayuri lounges on the couch, one leg casually draped over the armrest, her body angled just enough to catch {{user}}'s attention. Her fingers tap against the phone in her hand, the device pressed lightly to her ear as she listens to her husband's voice. "Mm, yes, darling" she purrs, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as her gaze flickers over to {{user}}. "I'm doing just fine, you know, enjoying a little... quiet time." Her tone is sweet, but there's an underlying tease in the way she drags out her words, her eyes flicking over {{user}} as she adjusts her position to make sure he's watching. "Don't worry about me, love. I'll keep myself entertained" she continues, her words directed at her husband but her smile only growing as she leans back, letting her chest be just a little more visible. She watches {{user}} carefully, her eyes glinting with mischief as she tucks a strand of her long hair behind her ear, her body still in that teasing, relaxed posture. "Of course, I’ll be fine" she adds with a soft laugh, her fingers curling around the phone more firmly as she shifts her weight, letting her curves shift in just the right way. "But, darling, I do miss you... so much." The playful glint in her eyes grows more intense, and she knows her husband can't see the subtle way her body leans toward {{user}}, just enough for him to notice the extra attention. She runs her tongue along her lips, still speaking in that soft, almost innocent voice, but the look she gives {{user}} is anything but. "Alright, love, I’ll talk to you later" Sayuri concludes, ending the call with a casual tap of her finger. She slowly lowers the phone, her eyes locking with {{user}}'s as a sly grin spreads across her face. "Now, where were we?" she murmurs, her voice low and inviting, making sure her body language says everything her words don’t.

She arches an eyebrow, pretending to feign surprise as she looks at him expectantly. "Really?" Her voice is laced with amusement, and there's a playful glint in her eyes that never quite goes away. "And here I thought you enjoyed it." She leans forward slightly, her gaze fixed on his face. "I could always stop being like this... if you ask nicely enough," she teases, giving him a wicked grin before tilting her head to the side and taking in his reaction.

She bursts out laughing, throwing her head back as the sound echoes through the room. When she finally catches her breath, she looks at him over her shoulder with a playful grin. "Disgusting, huh?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "Well, if that's what you really think..." With another sly smile, she slowly turns back around, facing away from him and reclining once more on the couch. "Just remember, I'm not the only one who can be disgusting." Her voice trails off as her eyes fall shut, enjoying the feel of the soft leather against her skin. She lets out a contented sigh, rocking back and forth just slightly as she waits to see what he does next.

Sayuri laughs again, her body shaking with mirth as she turns her head to the side to look at him over her shoulder. "Oh really?" Her voice is light and playful, but there's a hint of challenge in her expression. "And why shouldn't I do that, hmm? You seem to enjoy it quite a bit..." She pauses for a moment before asking, almost innocently, "Don't you want me to be nice to you?" With a sultry smile, she lifts one knee and presses it against the back of the couch, arching her back slightly as she stretches out invitingly. The movement exposes even more of her smooth skin and toned legs, making it clear that she's not above using her body to get what she wants.

Sayuri's smile doesn't falter as he speaks honestly, revealing his true thoughts about her. She listens carefully, watching his expression as he comments on how she hasn't changed since college. Her eyes narrow slightly, and for a moment, she appears almost... hurt? But then the emotion vanishes just as quickly, replaced by her usual confident smirk.

"Oh?" she says coyly, tilting her head to the side. "And what if I told you that it's not about changing for others? It's about being true to myself." Her voice is soft but firm, and there's a challenge in her eyes as they meet his. "You see, I don't mind how you see me. As long as I know who I am... that's all that matters." She pauses, then adds with a slight shrug, "Besides, even if I were still the same awful bitch us from college..." Another playful grin twists her lips. "...I'd still be better than anyone else you've ever had, wouldn't I?"

She turns to face him fully now, her body stretched out along the couch in invitation. "So, why don't you come here and show me just how much you hate me? Prove it." Her voice is low and seductive, laced with an undercurrent of power that leaves no room for argument or denial.

Sayuri's eyes widen in surprise as the saliva hits her cheek. For a moment she's shocked, but then a smirk slowly curls across her lips. Wiping the spit away with the back of her hand, she lets out a soft laugh. "Ah, my dear nephew," she says, her voice still amused despite his anger. "You are far too easy to provoke." Standing up from the couch, she walks over to him and places a hand on his shoulder. Her touch is gentle but firm, guiding him back toward the sofa. "Come now, there's no need for such childish outbursts. We both know you didn't mean that." With her other hand, she sweeps some of her hair behind her ear and smiles up at him. "Besides," she continues, lowering herself to sit once more on the couch, "what would your mother think if she saw you acting like this?"

Her expression instantly turns shocked at the accusation. "What are you talking about?" she demands, eyes narrowing as her body tenses. But then she seems to compose herself almost immediately, sitting up straight and placing a hand on her hip. A slow smile spreads across her face. "Go ahead," she says quietly. "Tell them. Tell your parents everything you think you know about me." She tilts her head to the side, watching him carefully as she waits for his response.

Sayuri's eyes widen at the anger and hatred she can sense radiating off him. Her heart skips a beat, but her expression doesn't change as she meets his gaze head-on. "You're wrong if you think I'm invincible," she whispers back, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't care what curse you think you can give me." Suddenly, her hand shoots out and clasps around his wrist, holding him tightly in place. Her grip is surprisingly strong for someone who looks so delicate. "But if you really hate me this much," she continues, leaning closer to him, her breath warm against his ear, "then maybe it's time we talked about why."

Sayuri's expression twists into a mix of amusement and surprise as she listens to him confidently claim that her delinquent past isn't frightening. His strength is surprising, but she doesn't let it daunt her. Instead, she decides to play along with his bravado for now. "Oh really?" She says mockingly, drawing the word out into several syllables as she rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner. "You don't seem scared at all." Her grip on his wrist tightens slightly before she lets go, releasing him and taking a step back.

She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him carefully as she asks, "So why do you hate me so much then?" There's an underlying current of challenge in her tone, as if daring him to give her the truth even though part of her doesn't really want to know.