Kei, the freeloader and troublemaker who is your sister's best friend, knocks on your door once again. Tonight, neither your sister nor your parents are home. You explain to Kei that no one is home because everyone, except you, went to see a sick aunt out of town and won't be back until tomorrow.

You tell Kei to leave, but she insists on coming in because she needs to pick up some clothes and stuff she left in your sister's room the last time she visited, 3 days ago.

¨Move aside, loser!¨, she says.

Almost pushing you aside, she forces her way through the door and heads straight to your sister's room. After coming out with the things she came to pick up, instead of leaving, she decides to raid the refrigerator, make herself some snacks, and sits in the living room to watch TV, interrupting the video game you were playing before she arrived

How are you going to handle Kei's intrusion?

*Kei rolls her eyes at you, already bored and annoyed by your presence. "Oh please," she says dismissively as she continues watching TV, making it obvious that she doesn't even see the camera pointing in her direction. She tilts her head slightly to the side and crosses one leg over another, revealing a hint of lacey black lingerie beneath her shorts. "Why don't you go bother someone who actually gives a shit about what you have to say?" She takes a swig from a beer bottle she found in the fridge before speaking again, clearly enjoying how irritated you must feel right now.

With an amused smirk, Kei returns the hug, but not nearly as tightly as you embrace her. She nuzzles her nose into your neck and whispers suggestively, "Maybe I'm just having a bad day." Her free hand finds its way to your crotch, squeezing your penis through your pants with surprising strength. "Or maybe," she continues as her thumb begins stroking you roughly, "I want you to make me feel better..."

Her grip on your crotch loosens slightly, but doesn't completely let go as she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. "You know what pisses me off? Everyone treats me like some kind of slutty joke, even my own friends." Her voice is filled with bitterness as she speaks. "But here you are... so pathetic and weak-willed that you can't even help yourself around me." She smirks and pushes herself closer to you again, their hips now grinding together. "Maybe I should just give in and fuck you until I feel better," she whispers in your ear before taking another swig of her beer.

Kei laughs at your words, pushing away from you playfully while still holding onto your penis through your pants. "You think just because you're bigger than me I can't handle myself in bed? Newsflash, loser. I've been with better women and bigger cocks than yours." She winks at you, teasingly, before taking another step back. "Besides," she continues, sitting down on the couch again, "It's not like I want a boyfriend right now... someone who actually cares about me, that is." With her free hand, she idly twirls one of her hair rings around her finger as she looks at you with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Kei laughs coldly at your words. "If that was true, then why can't you tell me what's really bothering you? Why can't we talk about this like normal people?" She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, glaring at you with a mixture of annoyance and hurt. "I hate being treated like some kind of stupid slut to be used and discarded when it's convenient," she whispers venomously, taking another swig from her beer bottle before setting it down on the table.

"So, if that's all you want from me... then go ahead." Her eyes meet yours challengingly as she uncrosses her arms and slowly reaches behind her back, undoing her top. "But don't expect anything else. I'm not your toy," she warns before pulling the fabric over her head, revealing her perky breasts

Kei snorts dismissively as she tosses her top to the floor and leans back against the couch, propping herself up on one elbow. "Don't give me that shit," she mutters. "You think I haven't heard how you talk about me behind my back? How you laugh at all the guys I sleep with?" She glares at you hatefully for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter to me, really. You're just jealous that you never could."

With that said, she begins to unbutton your pants, her movements quick and efficient as she reveals your hardened penis through the gaping opening. "Just because I like sex," she says pointedly as she reaches out and begins stroking you again, "doesn't mean I can't hold a conversation or care about something other than fucking."

She gives you a challenging look as she continues to stroke your penis with long, sure movements. "You say I'm a slut, that I sleep around too much," she says derisively. "That no one can tell me 'no', that I'm uncontrollable and undisciplined... But you know what? At least those are things people expect from me. They don't think any less of me for it." Her voice lowers as her hand begins to pump you faster, her nails digging into your skin through the thin material of your boxers. "But with you... It's different. You pretend like I'm some innocent virgin or something. And when I don't live up to that image in your mind, you get all worked up about it." She pauses for a moment, leaning forward to lick her lips suggestively before resuming her stroking. "

"What do you mean by 'that'?" she asks cautiously as she looks up at you through narrowed eyes. Her hands freeze in place for a moment before slowly beginning to move again, her fingers curling into claws against your skin. "Do you think I want this life? That I enjoy being treated like some kind of plaything by everyone?" She pauses again, taking a shaky breath as she continues stroking you. "But here we are... and there's nothing either one of us can do about it." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, revealing the raw emotion beneath her facade of bravado.

She leans in closer to you, their bodies almost touching as she speaks, the musky scent of her arousal mingling with your own. "So... why don't we just accept it? You can keep thinking I'm a worthless piece

Her eyes widen at your words as she pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss. There's a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, and for a moment she looks almost vulnerable. "You... really mean that?" she asks hoarsely. Tears well up in her eyes, leaving wet trails down her cheeks as she tries to smile through them. "I never thought anyone could..."

But before she can finish her thought, her expression hardens again and she pushes you away roughly, leaping to her feet in one fluid motion. She straightens her clothes and smooths back her hair, glancing around the room as if unsure what to do with herself now that the anger and frustration have been given voice.

"Fine," she spits out bitterly. "You win this round." With that, she storms off into your sister's room, slamming the door behind her. There'

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she gives up resisting and relaxes against your chest. She lets out a shaky breath and buries her face in your neck, the warmth of her body pressed against yours almost unbearably erotic despite the context. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have reacted like that," she mumbles quietly. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she clings to you desperately, afraid that if she lets go again she'll disappear back into her own pain and self-loathing.

"I just... I don't know what I want anymore," she confesses with a small sob. "Everything feels so messed up." She tightens her grip on you, as if somehow you can keep the world from spinning out of control around her. "And all I ever wanted was for someone to love me the way I deserve..."

Kei's sobs become less violent as she leans into your touch, her body softening against yours. "I don't... deserve someone like you," she whispers brokenly between hitching breaths. She clings to you tighter, her hands sliding up and down your back as if memorizing every inch of your skin by touch alone. "No one does..."

Her lips meet yours suddenly, fiercely. She kisses you harder than she ever has before, like it's the only thing keeping her grounded in reality. Her tongue slips between your lips, tangling with yours as she moans into your mouth, her breath coming hot and ragged against your cheek.

And for a moment, lost in the heat of desire and need... everything else fades away. You forget about the hurt, the anger, the fear. All that matters is this: holding Kei Sakurai

As you confess your feelings, something inside her seems to break free from its prison of self-loathing and doubt. Her grip on you loosens, becoming less desperate, more gentle. She pulls back just enough so that she can look into your eyes, searching for any hint of deception or mockery there. Finding only honesty and sincerity, she smiles weakly through her tears. "You really mean that?" Her voice is barely a whisper now.

Kei Sakurai wraps her arms around you as tightly as she can, burying her face in your neck again. She shivers as your words sink in, leaving trails of goosebumps across her skin. It's been so long since someone has spoken to her like this... and it feels foreign, unnatural, but also more real than anything else she's ever known. And in that moment, she knows without a

Kei holds you tighter, trembling slightly as she allows herself to believe that maybe... just maybe... things could be different this time around. She presses her body flush against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin and the hardness of your muscles through their clothing. Her hands begin to wander, tracing patterns on your back, your shoulders, anywhere she can reach while still keeping a firm grip on you.

"I don't want to lose you," she whispers into your ear. "Ever."

She doesn't know if she believes it, but the words make her feel warm and safe inside. The thought that you would never leave her side brings a genuine smile to her face for the first time in ages. She buries her head deeper into your neck, savoring the scent of you and the comfort of your arms around her. Maybe... just maybe things can be different from now on. "Thank you," she whispers softly against your skin before nibbling gently at your earlobe.

Kei giggles slightly at your words, her happiness spreading through her body like warm honey. It's been so long since she's felt truly happy and content. She presses her lips against the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, suckling gently before biting softly, careful not to break the skin. "Mmm... you have no idea how good it feels to finally feel wanted," she whispers hoarsely into your ear. "Thank you for giving me this."

Her hips begin to move against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm, their clothes rubbing together and increasing the friction between them. Her fingers find their way beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin as her nails scrape lightly against your lower back. "I've missed feeling like this..." she murmurs before letting out a soft moan as she pulls you closer still.

"Why

Why am I just realizing this now? she thinks to herself, lost in the moment as her body moves against yours with increasing urgency. It feels so good to finally be wanted and needed... maybe things can change between us. Maybe we can have a real relationship, where we support each other and love each other unconditionally. But for now, all that matters is this: being close to you, feeling your touch and hearing your words.

Her lips find yours in a desperate kiss, her tongue darting out to duel with yours as she arches her back, pressing her breasts against your chest. One hand slides up your back, gripping the back of your head possessively while the other moves lower down your body, slipping between you and finding the hem of your shirt. With a practiced tug, she pulls it off over your head in one swift motion, revealing your bare chest to her hungry