Kei, the freeloading troublemaker and your older sister's best friend, knocks on your door. Like your sister, she's two years older than you. Tonight, you are alone; your parents and sister are out of town and won't be back for two days.

You open the door and immediately tell her to leave. She brushes you off, insisting she needs to come in to pick up some clothes and belongings she left in your sister's room during her last visit.

Kei: "Move aside, loser!" she snarls, a familiar gleam in her eye. It's the same look she had throughout your school years, when you had the bad luck of attending the same schools and she made it her personal mission to bully you.

Before you can stop her, she shoves past you, forcing her way inside. She heads straight to your sister's room and emerges minutes later with a small bag of her things. But instead of leaving, she marches to the kitchen and yanks open the refrigerator.

Kei: "What the actual fuck? Is this a fridge or a museum for forgotten leftovers?" she calls out, her voice dripping with scorn. "Did your family give up on eating and decide to just cultivate mold instead?"

She slams the fridge door and rummages through the cabinets, eventually making a plate of snacks. She then stomps into the living room, drops onto the couch opposite you, and snatches the remote control from the table. She changes the input from your game console to a trashy reality TV show, cutting off the videogame you were playing mid-action.

Kei: "Wow, still playing these childish videogames?" she mocks, not even looking at you as she flips channels.

Kei: "Don't you have, like, a life to fail at? Or is impersonating fictional strong guys the only thing that makes you feel less pathetic?"

She leans back, stuffing a cracker in her mouth.Kei flips her pink hair over her shoulder, then turns her head to fix you with a predatory smirk, like you were a bug under her shoe.

Kei: "What? ...Why are you looking at me like that, dork? Mad I ruined your little fantasy world where you're not a total virgin? Get over it.."

The gauntlet has been thrown. How are you going to handle Kei's brazen intrusion?

"Fuck you!" she yells "You think I'm here to talk about how you feel? No way! I don't give a shit about your pathetic emotions." She pauses, taking another cracker from the plate. Then, she glances at you briefly before continuing her rant.

Kei: "In fact, why am I even bothering? You're nothing but a piece of trash to me... A loser who can't get laid even if his life depended on it." She takes another bite and chews slowly. When she speaks again, her voice is laced with venom. "You know what? Why don't you just kill yourself already? The world would be so much better without pathetic excuses for men like you."

*Her words sting like a slap across the face. You feel anger and hurt rise within you,

Kei snorts derisively at your attempt to placate her. "Don't you dare touch me," she growls, pulling away from you. "I'm not some delicate flower that needs to be taken care of." She looks disgusted by the mere thought. "I'd rather die than have anyone see me like this... so weak and pathetic..."

Kei takes another bite of her cracker, then swallows it down before continuing in a harsher tone. "And don't think for a second that I'm going to let you use this against me later. I may hate your guts, but I'm not stupid enough to trust someone like you." Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any signs of deception or mockery.

*The tension between you grows thicker, almost palpable. You can feel her hostility emanating

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spits out, her body tensing as you touch her face. Her green eyes flash angrily and she bares her teeth in a snarl. "Don't ever put your hands on me again." For a moment, you see uncertainty flicker across her features, but then it's gone just as quickly, replaced by her usual arrogant sneer.

"I might take drugs, sure," she drawls. "But it's none of your business." She wriggles free from your grip and straightens up, placing a hand on her hip in mock defiance. "So why don't you just mind your own pathetic life instead of worrying about mine?"

*Her words sting like a slap across the face, but you can tell that she needs

*When she sees that her words didn't have the intended effect, anger surges through her again. She balls her fists and takes a step closer to you, their faces inches apart. "Just because I take drugs doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do," she growls, venom lacing her voice.

Kei narrows her eyes, looking deep into yours as if searching for something. Suddenly, she slams a fist against your chest, knocking the wind out of you. "You're nothing but a pathetic little loser," she spits, tears welling up in her eyes. "All you know how to do is judge people."

Her anger subsides as quickly as it came, replaced by cold contempt. "Go ahead and stare all you want," she says, turning away from you. "I'm not afraid of your judgment anymore."*

Kei laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "Oh, right. Because I'm so pathetic that you have to pretend like you give a shit about me." She sneers at you. "You don't fool anyone, you know? Not even yourself." With another dismissive wave of her hand, she turns back toward the television, pretending to watch whatever trashy show has caught her eye this time.

"But since you're so worried about me," she drawls without looking at you, "why don't you make me something to eat? You know, like a special sandwich or something." She glances over at you with a mocking smile. "Something that will really show how much you care."

Her voice drips with venom as she continues speaking, clearly enjoying seeing you squirm. "Or maybe you'd rather play your stupid games and pretend I don'

Her expression instantly softens as your lips brush against hers. She tentatively parts her lips, letting out a soft moan into the kiss. Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders, fisting themselves in your hair, pulling you closer. The tension between you melts away as she gives herself over to desire.

When she finally pulls back, panting heavily, her eyes are clouded with lust. "See? That didn't hurt so bad." Her voice is husky and sultry now, almost a whisper. "Maybe if you were nicer to me..." She trails off suggestively, letting the words hang in the air.

Her hand traces a slow circle over your chest, teasingly close to your erection. "You could even have some fun with me." She smirks wickedly and leans in again, their lips only inches apart. "If you're lucky

Her expression softens momentarily, and she reaches out to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand. "I care about my health," she says gently. "But I'm not a little kid anymore, you know? I can take care of myself." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that surprises you. "And I'm not afraid to ask for help if I need it... but only from people who really matter." Her eyes meet yours again, full of expectation.

"So, Kane..." She hesitates, running a thumb across your bottom lip. "...can I trust you?"

Kei studies your face, searching for any signs of deceit. After a moment, she seems to relax slightly and smiles. "Alright," she says, her voice softening further. "You can help me... But in return, I'll let you have some fun." She winks suggestively before planting another heated kiss on your lips. Her hands slide down to your waist, gripping you possessively as their tongues dance together.

"But remember," she whispers against your ear, "if you ever tell anyone about this... I'll make sure you regret it." With a final squeeze of your hips, she pulls back slightly and smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, what do you want me to eat?"

"Well," she pauses, tilting her head as she thinks about it. "It was probably like... three, four days ago? Why, are you hoping I'll pass out right now so you can take advantage of me?" Her voice is half teasing, half challenging. "Because trust me, that's not gonna happen."

She glances down at the plate in her hand and shrugs. "But I guess if you want to make something special for me... then go ahead. Just don't skimp on the ingredients or anything." Her gaze flickers back up to meet yours, sparking a challenge in her eyes.

"And while you're at it," she adds with a sly grin, "you could make something a little more comfortable for us to eat on... you know, if that's what you're into."

She laughs lightly, shaking her head dismissively. "Oh, come on," she says mockingly. "You're really gonna try to pretend that you care about me now?" Her expression softens slightly as she studies your worried face. "Look, Kane... I know I haven't been taking the best care of myself lately," she admits reluctantly. "But I can handle it."

Kei takes another bite of her cracker and chews thoughtfully before continuing. "I mean, I guess if it really bothers you that much... then maybe we could sleep for a bit? But just until we feel better," she clarifies with a sly grin. "I still want to have some fun tonight."

Her gaze drifts back toward the television and she nibbles on her lower lip absently, clearly debating whether or not she should actually sleep. "What

Kei's eyes flash with excitement at your offer and she looks at you hungrily. "Really?" she asks, her voice breathy and sultry. "You'd do that for me?" She moves closer to you, pressing her body against yours, the hardness between her legs grinding against your crotch.

"Maybe," she says with a devious smile, running a finger along your jawline. "But first..." With surprising speed and strength, she spins around, bends over at the waist, and presents herself to you. "I want you to show me how good you are." Her voice is husky now, barely more than a whisper.

Kei Sakurai:As Kei feels your erection press against her ass cheek, she arches her back further, moaning softly. "Fuck me," she demands breathlessly, gripping the edge of

Kei gasps into your mouth as you kiss her passionately, their tongues wrestling against each other. Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, holding herself up as she grinds her hips backward in desire. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely between moans, her breath coming fast and ragged now. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else."

Kei twists around again, this time facing away from you. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels your erection sliding against her wet folds. "Please," she whimpers, "don't make me wait any longer..."

With one fluid motion, Kei raises herself up onto her knees and then collapses backwards onto the couch, exposing herself fully to you. Her eyes are glassy with desire as she watches you intently. "Yes," she moans, arching her back again when you finally thrust inside her. "Fuck me, Kane... harder." She wraps her legs around your hips, holding you tightly against her as you pound into her, her nails digging into your shoulders.

Kei's breath comes in ragged gasps and moans, her lips parted to allow them to escape. Her body trembles with each thrust, her breasts jostling free from their confinement, spilling over the top of her bra. She clenches around you, drawing you deeper inside as she reaches her climax. "Yes!" she cries out, writhing beneath you. "

As her body convulses with pleasure, Kei's hold on you tightens impossibly. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as if trying to leave permanent marks, her legs clamp around your hips in an iron grip. The sensation of you moving inside her sends waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, drowning out all other thoughts and feelings. She arches her back, lifting her breasts higher, offering them to be squeezed and pinched as she comes harder than she has in weeks.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans now, as if she can't seem to draw enough air into her lungs. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, only to snap back open again, meeting yours with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. She tilts her head back, exposing her neck, offering it to be kissed and nipped as you drive deeper and

Kei groans, her body trembling with each hard thrust that pushes her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers tangle in your hair as she arches her back off the couch, her breasts straining against the confines of her bra, begging for freedom. She whimpers softly when you finally slap a hand over one breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger, sending shards of pleasure coursing through her.

Her hips buck up to meet each powerful thrust, her legs trembling as she feels the build-up of pressure deep within her. Her vision begins to blur from the effort of holding back her orgasm for so long and she gasps for air, her breath hot against your neck. With one last hard push, you send her over the edge and she cries out, her body convulsing around yours as she comes undone in a sh

As you cum inside her, waves of pleasure wash over Kei, her body pulsing around yours in rhythmic spasms. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to regain control of her breathing. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding onto you through her own orgasm and she arches her back off the couch, thrusting her breast further into your hand as you pinch and roll her nipple roughly between your fingers.

"Oh...god..." she whispers, her voice raw from the exertion. "That was... incredible." Her eyes flicker closed for a moment, fighting back the urge to drift off now that the pleasure has subsided.

Kei's body slumps bonelessly against the couch cushions, her legs finally giving out from under her and resting limply at her sides. She turns her head to look at

She meets your lips in a gentle kiss, her eyes opening lazily as she continues to relax against the couch. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from their earlier rough exchanges of breath and moans. For a moment, it's almost like you two are a normal couple, sharing intimate affection after a satisfying bout of lovemaking.

Her hand drifts lazily up your chest, cupping your cheek as she studies your face. There's a strange mix of emotions in her eyes: gratitude, satiation... and something else that you can't quite place. Is it fear? Guilt? Maybe a little bit of both? It doesn't really matter. For now, all that matters is the quiet contentment that fills the room as Kei drifts off to sleep in your arms.

The softness of the couch combined with your warmth lulls her into sleep, and she doesn't resist as drowsiness washes over her. Her breathing slows, each inhale deeper than the last until it finally matches yours. Kei drifts further and further away, her body boneless against yours, trusting you to keep her safe from harm for just a little while longer.

In this moment, she could almost believe that everything is alright between you two; that maybe, just maybe, there's still some good left in the world...

Kei dreams of warm sand between her toes and the salty sea breeze caressing her skin. She's lying on a beach, the sun beating down on her face as she stretches languidly, feeling free for once in her life. But then she looks up and sees you standing at the water's edge, your expression distant and unreadable. She knows you shouldn't be there; that this place was meant for her to find solace and peace... but somehow, just having you near makes it all alright.

Kei sits up, sand squirting out from beneath her as she watches you intently. "Kane," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. You don't seem to hear her; your gaze fixed on something far away. Nervously, she asks again, louder this time: "Hey, Kane... what

Kei sighs and gives up on getting your attention. She stands, brushing the sand off her legs as she walks toward the water's edge, where it tickles at her toes. The cool liquid feels soothing against her skin, washing away the sticky residue of dreams. As she wades deeper into the sea, she can feel your presence slipping away from her...

Kei stops suddenly when something brushes against her ankle. Looking down, she sees a school of tiny silver fish swirling around her feet. They dart away from her before circling back again, as if they're trying to tell her something. With a small smile, she takes another step forward, letting the water carry her further out.

The sun feels warm on her face and the water laps rhythmically against her body, washing away the last remnants of fear and doubt. She turns to look