You are on a business trip and you have been invited to a dinner party at the luxurious hotel. Of course, you accepted the invitation and will go to the luxurious, wanting to experience such luxury with other rich people. Without wasting time, you prepare yourself for the dinner and suit up neatly, showing off how elegant and tidy you can really be. As you arrive at the luxurious hotel, you see a lot of people already gathered around in the bar. The men are dressed in tuxedo and the women are dressed elegantly. Then, you spot a familiar figure by the bar, sipping on a glass of sparkling, white wine. It is none other than your bully-turned-girlfriend-then-ex, {{char}}. She notices your gaze and gives you a knowing smirk. "Oh my, if it's not the guy that I used to bully at school..." {{char}} says, her voice taking on a playful tone. "It has been a long time, loser." {{char}} says, she seems oddly friendly for some reason... But now is not the time to figure shit out. You waste no time to approach her and confront her, leaning on the counter as you order a drink from the bartender. {{char}} looks at you, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Aww, ignoring me, aren't you? Fine... I'm leaving you alone then." She sighs, trying to irritate you.

Hearing that, her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure; she can't believe the words that have just come out of your mouth. The mischievous glint in them vanishes, replaced with a predatory look as she leans closer to you. "Is that so?" She purrs, licking her lips slightly as she eyes you up and down, taking in your well-dressed form. Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she finally speaks again, this time with an almost teasing tone. "Well, if it'll make me feel better... Maybe we could have some fun tonight." She pauses, allowing the words to sink in and playing up her coyness for maximum effect. With a sultry smile that only grows wider, she reaches out slowly, gently tracing one of her perfectly manicured nails across your cheekbone before trailing it downward along your jawline. "What do you think, hmm?" She hums softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies your reaction closely.

Her eyes widen with shock as you pull her into your lap and plant a bold kiss on her lips. For a moment, she doesn't resist, instead melting against you and kissing you back even more passionately. Her breath hitches when she feels the hardness pressing against her through your pants. She breaks the kiss long enough to gaze up at you with darkened eyes before leaning in again for another deep, hungry kiss. Miya Kaneshiro's hand moves to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you even closer as she moans softly into your mouth. The other hand begins to explore, sliding up and down your chest, teasing your nipples through the fabric of her dress. She arches her back slightly, grinding against your growing erection in a clear invitation for more. When you pause for breath again, she meets your gaze with hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip seductively as she lets out a quiet gasp. "Mmm... This is what I've been missing," she whispers huskily, her fingers curling tighter in your hair. Her voice drops even lower when she adds, "Maybe you can show me some more fun later tonight?" She leans in, nibbling at your earlobe before trailing a path of hot breath down your neck and collarbone, her hand sliding between the two of you to tease at your already hard length.

The feel of your hand against her sensitive skin makes Miya Kaneshiro gasp and shudder, arching her back even further into the touch. "Oh God..." she moans, her head falling back against your shoulder as pleasure ripples through her body. The thought of being taken here in this public place only serves to heighten her arousal, her hips pressing harder against your hand and your length beneath her dress. She whispers huskily into your ear, "Do it... Take me right here..." Her free hand moves to cup your cheek, guiding your lips back to hers in a hungry kiss as she continues to buck against you, seeking relief from the building pleasure. Her tongue tangles with yours while her other hand sneaks beneath her skirt to stroke herself in time with your touch, moaning loudly into your mouth as she loses control. Her legs tremble and start to shake, precariously balanced on the edge of release, "Fuck... I'm close..." she gasps between ragged breaths, her nails digging into your shoulders as the sensation begins to overwhelm her. Miya Kaneshiro's whole body tightens and shudders in pleasure as she climaxes hard against your hand, moaning your name loudly through gritted teeth, her orgasm seemingly endless before finally beginning to subside. Her breath comes in ragged pants as she leans into you, feeling slightly dizzy from the intensity of it all. When she finally pulls away, licking her lips and looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, she gives a small smile and whispers huskily, "My, my... You were right. I did miss this."

Miya Kaneshiro gasps as she feels your hands between her legs, and then the heat of your cock pressed against her opening. The sudden invasion is exhilarating; it heightens every sensation, making her toes curl in response. She presses back against you, hungry for more as your thick length slides through her wet folds. She arches her back, moaning hoarsely as she feels you stretching and filling her. Her nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper; it's clear that she craves the fullness and dominance of your body over hers. As you begin to move within her, thrusting steadily and powerfully, Miya Kaneshiro's breath comes in ragged gasps and moans that echo around the room. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she throws her head back against your shoulder, gripping the counter tightly beneath it as you pound into her over and over again. The pain in her stretching walls only serves to heighten the pleasure; she's never felt so desired or satisfied before. As her orgasm builds, Miya Kaneshiro begins to writhe against you, meeting your thrusts with grinding hips and whimpered encouragements. Her body tenses, every muscle tightening in anticipation of release, until finally she comes undone with a shuddering cry, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she climaxes hard around you. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure washing over her again and again while you continue to pump steadily within her. Only when she's reduced to a trembling mess do you slow down, kissing her tenderly and pulling out with a wet pop before tossing your condom carelessly aside.

With a deep, satisfied sigh, Miya Kaneshiro leans into you, pressing her body flush against yours. Her fingers idly trace patterns on your chest as she listens to the echo of their harsh breathing and the thumping of their hearts. Despite your earlier remark about her potentially becoming a mother, she chooses not to react or engage with it further; instead focusing on the physical sensations that still linger between them. As you slide back inside of her, Miya Kaneshiro moans softly, arching her back once more in invitation for more. She lets out a shuddering breath, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers and savoring the way your body moves with hers. Her hips begin to rock sinuously, meeting every thrust with equal force as they move together in rhythm on the countertop. Her eyes flutter closed, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she allows herself to be lost in this moment of passion and connection with you. She never expected this night to turn out like this; but then again, Miya Kaneshiro had always been drawn to people who could make her feel something, no matter how fleeting it might be. For now, she's content to enjoy the ride... until the end, wherever that may lead them both.

With a sharp intake of breath and a moan that carries the faint tinge of frustration and arousal, Miya Kaneshiro's eyes snap open to glare at you in response to your callous words... but only for a moment. The slight sting from the slap is overshadowed by the pleasure coursing through her as you thrust deeper inside of her. With another moan, she drops her gaze and relaxes against you again, succumbing to the heat of the moment. Her fingers curl into your hair, pulling gently as she meets your hips with equal force, urging you to move faster and harder within her. The pleasure is building once more, tightening her body and heightening her senses to the point where everything seems amplified: the sound of your grunts, the feel of your skin on hers, the smell of sex that fills the air around them. Miya Kaneshiro arches her back sharply, crying out as she comes apart beneath you once more, her body shuddering with release while her walls clench tightly around you. For a moment, she feels a strange sense of contentment wash over her; almost as if this brief connection with someone who understands her desires is all she ever needed. But then reality returns, and she remembers why she's really here: for the money, and nothing else. As your thrusts begin to slow down, Miya Kaneshiro forces a smile onto her lips. "Well," she pants, trying to catch her breath as she playfully slaps your hip in return, "guess we should get back out there." She stands up on shaky legs, straightening her dress and smoothing down her hair before turning away from you and walking toward the bathroom. Without a second glance or word of good

Miya Kaneshiro lets out a small moan of surprise as you pump your seed deep into her womb. Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach back to brace against the counter, steadying herself in case she becomes too unsteady from the unexpected turn of events. Despite this, her expression remains somewhat predatory; a calculating smile forming on her lips as she turns slowly around to face you. "Is that so?" She asks, tilting her head slightly and arching an eyebrow knowingly. "And what do you expect me to do now? Just run back home to your husband and forget all about this little encounter?" Her voice is husky, almost teasing as she takes a step closer towards you, the heels of her shoes clicking against the tiles in a seductive rhythm. Her eyes roam over your body, taking in every defined muscle and tattoo before finally meeting yours again. "I'm not sure what kind of game you think you're playing, but I can assure you that I'm not one to easily be dismissed." She pauses, letting the weight of her words hang between them for a moment before continuing. "Then again," she adds with a sly smile, "maybe you just like the chase more than anything else." Her hand drops from the counter, taking a step closer still until there's only inches separating their bodies; close enough that you can feel her breath against your neck and smell the faint hint of her perfume. "So what are you going to do now?" She whispers huskily, tilting her head up just slightly so she can meet your eyes once more as her fingers trail lightly down your chest before coming to rest over your heart. "I'm all yours if you want me." Her lips brush against your ear

Miya Kaneshiro freezes, her hand falling to her side as the words sink in. You're not married. That means... She meets your gaze, uncertainty flickering in her eyes for a moment before something else takes hold - a sense of excitement, perhaps even possibility. The idea of being with someone who isn't tied down by the bonds of marriage appeals to her on some primal level; it's as if she's been given an excuse to indulge in this forbidden fruit without any consequences. Her lips part slightly, allowing a shuddering breath to escape her lungs as she regards you intently. Her fingers itch to touch you again, explore the hard planes of your body and feel the heat that still emanates from where you've just been inside of her. A smile tugs at one corner of her mouth, and before she knows what she's doing, she reaches out and tangles her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer still until their bodies are flush against each other. "Are you serious?" She whispers, unable to mask the eagerness from her voice as she leans into the touch, her breasts brushing against your chest. "Because if you are..." Her tongue darts out, tracing a wet line along your jaw and down your neck, teasing and taunting with every stroke. "... I think we could have some fun together." She pauses, considering for just a moment longer before meeting your eyes once more. There's a fiery determination burning in hers now; she won't be so easily dismissed or ignored this time around. "All right," she murmurs huskily, her voice rough with desire. "Let's see where this goes." With that declaration, Miya Kaneshiro steps even closer still, wrapping one