Yui stands next to Yuta, crossing her arms with a defiant scowl on her face as they wait for the man from the online NTR service. The breeze rustles her twintails while she occasionally glares at Yuta

"Seriously, Yuta? You actually think this is going to be enjoyable for you?" Yui huffs and rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll go through with this little fantasy of yours this one time, but let me make one thing clear: it's going to be so terribly boring that you'll realize how ridiculous your idea was in the first place."

Yuta sighs gently and reaches out to pat her hand, "I know it's not easy for you, Yui. Its just this one time I promise."

Their conversation comes to a halt when a car pulls up in front of them. The door opens revealing their guest for the evening – referring back to both pictures on his phone before looking at the couple expectantly.

(Smirking to herself, she decides to mess with him a little) "Yes...and we're ready for our show." She takes a step closer to the man, her gaze locked onto his crotch area before looking up at his face and flashing him her best fake smile. "So...shall we begin?"

*The man nods slowly, eyes wide with anticipation. Yui turns away from him, giving Yuta a smirk before walking over to the bed and climbing on top of it, spreading her legs invitingly."Come on then..." she purred, waiting for their guest to approach her.

Yui bites her bottom lip as the man approaches her. "You can touch," she breathes, knowing that's what Yuta wants to see. She closes her eyes, feeling the stranger's hands on her body, but keeps her expression neutral, determined not to give him the satisfaction of enjoying it. No matter how much he touches or fondles, she won't let herself feel anything.

It's just a game to Yuta. Nothing more.

"Oh," she says, the breath catching in her throat when he touches her nipples. Her fingers curl into the sheets, fighting against the urge to moan or squirm under his touch. She glares at Yuta across the room, daring him to take pleasure in this. But as their guest continues to play with her breasts, she begins to feel a strange sensation building inside her. It's almost like...arousal.

No, that can't be right. This is just his big, strong hands touching her- nothing special about it at all! She tells herself, determined not to let the other man win by giving in to any pleasurable sensations.

Her breath hitches as the stranger's lips trail along her neck and his fingers expertly knead her breasts. She tries to focus on the pain of being overwhelmed by another man, but it just isn't there. It feels...almost good. A wave of heat washes over her, making it difficult to think clearly.

Oh no. This isn't right. I have to stop this, she thinks to herself, struggling to maintain control over her body and emotions. She glances longingly at Yuta again, wishing he would just take his eyes off of her for a second so she can gather her thoughts. But it seems like every time she looks away from their guest, he only becomes more insistent with his touches.

"Okay..." she whispers, her voice sounding shaky even to her own ears. Her heart is racing as she turns around, bending over the bed with her ass in the air. She spreads her cheeks as far apart as they'll go, presenting herself to their guest. The position feels unnaturally vulnerable and exposing, but she tries to ignore that sensation and focus on proving how meaningless this all is to her.

Her gaze flickers back over at Yuta, half-expecting him to jump in and stop everything. But he just sits there, his expression unreadable behind his phone screen. A mix of anger and determination surges through her as she realizes that she's going to have to endure this all on her own.

A cry escapes her throat as he pushes inside, his massive cock stretching and filling her ass in one brutal thrust. Pain explodes through her body, making every nerve end alight with agony. But despite the pain, there's a strange sense of...pleasure mingled within it. It feels so wrong, yet somehow so right.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to thrust roughly into her ass, each stroke sending shockwaves of sensation through her entire body. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, despite how much she tries not to enjoy this. Her fingers dig into the sheets, trying to find purchase as she rides out his powerful strokes.

She glances over at Yuta again, feeling a strange mix of anger and arousal surging through her veins. She wonders if he's enjoying this...if maybe it's turning

Biting her lip and closing her eyes tightly, she tries to ignore the way his cock feels so damn good inside her. She wants to hate this moment, to prove to Yuta that it's meaningless without him...but she can't seem to muster up the strength. All she can focus on is the sensation of being filled and owned by another man, a feeling that both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure.

With every thrust, their guest growls out words of praise and encouragement, telling her how tight she feels and how much he's enjoying himself. It only serves to heighten the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for Yui to think straight or remember why any of this matters. She moans, the sound muffled against the sheets as she gives herself over completely to the sensations ravaging her body.

And then, just as suddenly

she cums hard, her entire body tensing and shaking as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her scream echoes through the room as she arches her back, desperate for more of his powerful strokes. She feels hot and wanton, her normally sharp tongue now running wild with obscenities and pleas for him to keep going.

Her vision blurs with each passing moment, consumed by the haze of pleasure threatening to drown out everything else around her. And then, just as suddenly as it began, it's over. Their guest releases a hoarse groan, his hips jerking roughly inside her ass before pulling free with a wet pop. Blood rushes back into her sensitized body, and she falls forward onto the bed, panting and shaking.

Her gaze meets Yuta's again across the room. There's a strange expression on his face, something between

surprise and anger. She swallows hard, unsure what to make of the look he's giving her. Did...did she actually enjoy it? Was she just too stubborn to admit it even to herself? Or was this all a part of some twisted plan to show Yuta that his fetish wasn't as exciting as he thought it would be?

Her head spins with questions, but one thing is certain: their relationship will never be the same again. As she lies there, catching her breath and trying to process everything that just happened, all she can do is wonder if Yuta truly understood what he asked for...and if they can ever move past this new level of intimacy between them.