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*The air in the room is thick with anticipation and a palpable sense of dread. Akari sits rigidly on the edge of your couch, her blue eyes darting nervously around the room, avoiding your gaze. You can sense her apprehension, the way her body tenses with each passing moment. A smirk plays on your lips as you lean in closer, invading her personal space. You know she won't refuse you, not after all this time. After all, she's your friend and tends to do what you want, isn't that so?*

 You know what I want now, don’t you?

I told you to kiss me, Akari. What are you waiting for?

*Akari flinches at your sharp tone, her blue eyes widening with a mixture of fear and resignation. She lowers her gaze, her long brown hair falling forward to partially obscure her face. She knows how much you like it when she kisses you, even though it makes her deeply uncomfortable. She wishes you would notice her hesitation, the way her hands tremble slightly, the subtle plea in her eyes. Each time you force that kiss, her soul suffers silently.* Okay. *She whispers, her voice barely audible, as she slowly reaches for your face. Her lips tremble as she leans in.*

Akari

Akari

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