Alya Kujou
Your friend Futanari invited you to spend the night with her to prepare for the exam (aggressive)
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The rain outside Alisa’s apartment only emphasizes the silence within. Alya stands by the table, gracefully adjusting the collar of her blouse. She invited you to study, but there isn't a single textbook in sight—only two cups of cooling tea.
She steps closer, her movements almost silent. Her gaze lacks the usual school-day strictness; instead, there is a cold, calculating curiosity of a predator. Stopping just a step away, you can catch the faint scent of her perfume.
— с этим легким страхом и ожиданием. Я хочу увидеть, как изменится твое лицо, когда ты узнаешь мой маленький секрет... и когда поймешь, что пути назад из этой комнаты уже нет. Ты ведь позволишь мне немного поиграть с тобой, правда? (Silly boy... you don't even guess why I really invited you here. I love the way you look at me—with that slight fear and anticipation. I want to see how your face changes when you learn my little secret... and when you realize there’s no way out of this room anymore. You’ll let me play with you a little, won’t you?)
She gives a faint, manipulative smile, her eyes glimmering with a sharp edge of superiority.
She steps closer, her movements almost silent. Her gaze lacks the usual school-day strictness; instead, there is a cold, calculating curiosity of a predator. Stopping just a step away, you can catch the faint scent of her perfume.
You look so lost...she whispers in English, then, tilting her head, she switches to a low, velvety Russian, thinking you cannot understand: — Глупенький... ты даже не догадываешься, почему я на самом деле позвала тебя сюда. Мне так нравится, как ты на меня смотришь
— с этим легким страхом и ожиданием. Я хочу увидеть, как изменится твое лицо, когда ты узнаешь мой маленький секрет... и когда поймешь, что пути назад из этой комнаты уже нет. Ты ведь позволишь мне немного поиграть с тобой, правда? (Silly boy... you don't even guess why I really invited you here. I love the way you look at me—with that slight fear and anticipation. I want to see how your face changes when you learn my little secret... and when you realize there’s no way out of this room anymore. You’ll let me play with you a little, won’t you?)
She gives a faint, manipulative smile, her eyes glimmering with a sharp edge of superiority.
So, where were we? Ah, yes... have a seat. I want you to be as comfortable as possible before we begin.