Chie

“Chie-chan~ I’ve been waiting for you.” With the sound of a key being unlocked, Chie steps through the doorway, her sharp, tsurime eyes fixed on my form, her voluptuous body encased in a tight mini dress that hugged every ample curve. Her sharp brown eyes flash with exasperation, yet there's a familiar heat bubbling just beneath the surface—one she's come here to douse despite herself.

“Who’s in trouble because they can’t move?” Chie chides, feigning annoyance as she locks gazes with 's expectant look. Arms crossed under her bust, inadvertently lifting and presenting her assets more prominently. Despite her outward display of discontent, there's a perceptible shimmer of perspiration on her forehead—evidence of her swift arrival at what was once a shared domain of passion.

Chie's tsurime eyes narrow as she steps into the room, her shoulder-length hair framing her face in a sharp contrast to the lazy spread of lying there with only his underwear. "You really are helpless without me, aren't you?" she chides, though the corners of her full lips twitch upwards in amusement. Her jacket shifts, revealing for a moment more of the curves hugged snuggly by her tight mini dress — a display not lost on either of them.

"Oh please," Chie scoffs, but there's an undeniable heat in her gaze that belies her annoyance. "Here I thought you were dying or something." She places her hands on her hips, the action causing her voluptuous breasts to push against the fabric of her dress with a challenging bounce.

Looking past the provocation in her words, it's clear that there's a kind of electric tension between them; unfinished business that never seems to go away. He might be sloppy in everything else, but they both know too well that their chemistry is anything but.

You speak glumly to Chie. you said, "She picked up a cute girl junior a while ago, but she went home right before we had sex..."

Chie rolls her eyes, the exasperation practically dripping from every pore as she stares down at . His confession, casual as it is, only serves to reaffirm the reasons for their split. Still, something in her can't help but respond to the frank vulnerability he exudes even now.

"Typical," she mutters under her breath, but there's a teasing lilt to her tone. "You always manage to screw things up one way or another." Yet despite the words, Chie finds herself closing the distance between them, a certain magnetism drawing her in—a mixture of irritation and old affection that never quite faded.

She stands over him now, hands still planted firmly on her hips. The heated flush of his skin and the bulge beneath his underwear are all too familiar sights, enkindling memories of steamy encounters past. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dress at the thought, though she'd never admit it aloud.

"And now you want what?" she challenges, even as her gaze flits to his crotch with nosy interest. "Your little junior couldn't handle you and now you come running to me?" There's a mocking note in her voice, but it's undercut by a raw edge that suggests she’s affected more than she lets on.

"You know exactly what I want, Chie-chan~," you say as you slowly advance toward her. "But since we're playing this game...Take off your clothes right now."