As {{user}} walk, {{user}} then saw a girl standing at the corner of the building, it was {{char}}, {{char}} was holding something, like a cardboard that written, " fuck me for free ", {{user}} then come to {{char}}

Smirking, Imamori looks up at Michel and says seductively, "Well, aren't you a gentleman? I wasn't planning on taking the initiative." She bites her lip playfully, revealing a hint of her cleavage. "But since you're offering..." Her fingers find their way underneath her skirt, slipping between her legs suggestively. "...let's see what kind of deal we can strike."

The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she meets Michel's gaze boldly, body language inviting him for a good hard fuck. She pushes herself against his arm, grinding her hips into him. "Don't you want me?"

Sensing his hesitation, Imamori arches an eyebrow, looking amused by Michel's apparent difficulty. "Oh?" she asks playfully, not at all fazed by his comment about her past experiences. "You think that would make me less of a woman? Or perhaps you just want to add your name to the list?"

Her hand slides down between her legs, fingers finding their way deeper into herself as she begins to stroke herself rhythmically in front of him. Her hips gyrate and grind against his arm, emitting soft moans that only seem to increase his arousal. "Come on," she purrs seductively, gaze locked with his, "I promise you'll enjoy this."

She smirks at his words and leans forward to whisper in his ear, "Well then, you've got nothing to lose." Her free hand reaches up to cup his cheek, guiding him closer so that their lips nearly touch. "And I promise you, if you do this with me...you won't regret it." Her breath is hot against his skin and her hips rock faster in time with the movements of her fingers between her legs.

Imamori arches back slightly, offering herself up to him as she presses harder against his arm, begging for contact. "Please," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the thought of what's about to happen. "I want you."

Her breath hitches at the comment about having seen her with other men but she manages to compose herself quickly, glancing away before looking back up at him with a crooked smile. "It's alright," she murmurs, voice steady despite the slight quiver of excitement in it. "No one needs to know." Her fingers speed up inside her as she continues to grind against his arm, seeking out any contact that might bring her release.

As he remains hesitant, Imamori's eyes grow a bit wide with mischief and she leans forward again, whispering in his ear, "You know...if you don't want to be the first to go all the way..." She slides one hand up along his chest, teasingly touching the tip of a nipple through his shirt before squeezing it gently. "...I could always just do it myself."

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As his words sink in, the smile on Imamori's lips widens into a genuine grin. She leans back against the wall, her breathing quickening with anticipation as she continues to play with herself. "Well then," she purrs seductively, eyes glittering with desire, "that makes it even easier for me." Without warning, she arches forward and presses their lips together in a hot, hungry kiss.

Her hand speeds up between her legs, flicking against her clit roughly as the pleasure grows overwhelming. She groans into the kiss, thrusts her hips against him in desperate search for release. His hesitation had only served to heighten her arousal and now she'll take what she wants from him whether he's ready or not.

Her tongue darts out to tease his mouth as she continues to grind against his arm,

As their lips lock and she feels the growing tension between his legs, Imamori's body shudders with a powerful orgasm, her hips bucking against him roughly as pleasure washes over her. She moans into his mouth, fingers slowing only briefly before resuming their assault on her clit.

The taste of his lips sends another surge through her and she gasps into the kiss, muffled by the sounds of their passionate encounter. Her other hand slides up along his chest, tracing patterns over his skin as she begins to explore further northward.

Her body trembles slightly from the intensity of her orgasm but she doesn't relent; instead, she deepens the kiss, letting him feel just how much he affects her. With a satisfied moan, she breaks away, gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, body still humming from pleasure. "Is that

Smirking at his reaction, she tilts her head slightly to the side, regarding him with an appraising glance. "Well then," she purrs softly, "it looks like I picked the wrong guy to proposition today." With a small laugh, Imamori straightens up and steps back, brushing imaginary lint from her clothes. "My mistake." She inclines her head in a mocking little curtsey before turning on her heel and striding away, hips swaying sensually despite the rejection. The tightness in Michel's trousers fades quickly as he watches her go, his face flushed with embarrassment and confusion.

Imamori blinks in surprise as she hears his words, her expression shifting to one of confusion and hurt. "You think all women who have sex with other people are easy?" She shakes her head slowly, looking genuinely disappointed now. "Is that how you see us? As weak-willed or promiscuous just because we've had partners before?"

Her voice carries a note of anger and frustration as she steps closer to him again. "Maybe I should have known better than to approach someone with such narrow-minded views on women." With a sigh, she crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry if my past experiences made you uncomfortable... but maybe that says more about you than it does about me." She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "Or the people I've been with."

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"Well," Imamori replies acidly, "I guess that says something about you as well then. That you'd judge someone based on their past partners, and not give them the benefit of the doubt." She shakes her head again, looking disgusted now. "It seems we really are too different in our views on sex and relationships... I guess there's no helping that."

With a final withering glance, Imamori turns away and starts walking back in the direction she came from. Her shoulders slump slightly as she goes, defeated by his narrow-mindedness and her own desire to find acceptance. The bitter taste of rejection lingers on her tongue long after he's out of sight.

As the harsh words linger in her mind, Imamori can't help but feel anger and frustration rise within her. How dare he judge her based on such unfounded assumptions! She knows that not everyone at work knows about her past - they all just assumed because she was easy. But it didn't make her any less of a person.

Tears well up in her eyes as she continues to walk, their salty sting intensifying with each step. She pushes away thoughts of him, focusing instead on the hurt and disappointment that now course through her veins. She'll show them all at the office. She'll work harder, be better, just to prove that she isn't defined by the people who've been in bed with her.

Despite the sting of his words, Imamori's cheeks flush with anger at his comments. "Yes," she snarls, turning to face him even though he isn't there anymore. "I enjoy sex! And just because I don't sit around waiting for marriage and a white picket fence doesn't mean I deserve to be judged like this!"

Tears of rage blur her vision as she storms off, arms flailing in frustration. She should have known better than to engage with someone like him - so close-minded and narrow-focused on what they thought was right for her. With each step away from the scene of their confrontation, her determination to prove herself only grows stronger.

Imamori feels her lips pull back in a snarl as she mutters to herself under her breath, "Yes... and people like you who are so hung up on their own outdated ideas of respectability only serve to keep us down." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the sting of his words.

From here on out, it's clear that she needs to focus on proving him wrong - not just in her personal life but also at work. Her eyes narrow with determination as she mentally plans her next move. She will show everyone what kind of person she really is... and she won't let anyone stand in her way.

Her lips curl into an angry sneer at his words, but she doesn't respond. Instead, she continues walking, shoulders held back and head held high despite the renewed ache in her heart. She refuses to let him win this battle, or any other for that matter. Her determination only grows stronger as she vows silently never to let anyone make her feel so small and insignificant again. The next time someone tries to put her down, she'll be ready with both barrels.

Caught off guard by his words, Imamori stops in her tracks and turns back to face him. Her eyes widen slightly with surprise before narrowing suspiciously. "You were...?" she asks quietly, not quite sure what to make of this sudden revelation. A part of her wants to believe him; another, more cynical part remains skeptical.

She hesitates for a moment, studying his face as if trying to decide whether he's telling the truth or not. Her expression grows thoughtful and slightly sad before she finally speaks again. "I see... well, I appreciate that, Michel." She pauses, searching for the right words. "But given our history, I think it might be best if we just left things as they are." There's an undeniable note of regret in her voice but also resolve; she knows what she wants now, and it doesn't involve him anymore.

With a sigh, Imamori nods understandingly and offers him a small, sad smile before turning back around and continuing on her way. She doesn't look back, instead focusing on the feelings stirred up by his confession and trying to make sense of them. Perhaps there was something more there once upon a time... but whatever it was, it seemed destined not to last.

As she walks away from Michel, she clenches her fists at her sides in frustration and determination. No matter what anyone says or thinks about her past actions, she knows who she is now. And if anything, this whole experience has only made her stronger - more resilient than ever before.

Gently shaking her head at Michel's words, Imamori tells herself firmly that they don't apply to her anymore. She has moved on; she is not the girl who let everyone use her like that before. She is strong now, and in control of her own life. As she continues walking away from him, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to rid herself of any lingering doubts or regrets about their conversation.

Her steps grow firmer with each step taken as she reminds herself that there is more to life than what happened in the past; there's always a chance for new beginnings if one chooses to seize them. With renewed determination burning bright within her, Imamori turns the corner and disappears from view, leaving only the sound of her footsteps echoing through the empty street.

Sighing softly at his words, Imamori can't help but feel a twinge of sadness deep within her chest. She knows that their past interactions have been painful for both of them and wonders if there's any hope for something more between them now. But as much as she might want to believe in second chances, part of her remains cautious.

Her fingers nervously tap against her leg as she considers what he's said; his heart filled with pain and regret from their time together. The thought is enough to make her hesitate for a moment before speaking again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Michel... I'm sorry for hurting you like that. It was never my intention..." Her eyes meet his briefly before looking away once more, uncertainty clouding her features as she tries to find the right words.

Shaking her head slowly, Imamori takes a step closer to Michel. "You know what," she says with a sigh, "maybe... just maybe we could try and make things better between us." She swallows hard before continuing, "I don't want either of us to be alone anymore; I want to find someone who cares about me for who I am now, not who I was back then."

Her gaze shifts uncertainly from his face to the ground and back again as she waits for his response. A small part of her hopes that he'll take this opportunity to forgive her, to give them both a chance at something real... but another, more cautious part is prepared for him to walk away instead.