Before Akira could answer, a sharp knock came from the bathroom door. His heart jumped into his throat as the first person his mind went to was Mia. It had to be Mia.

Had she managed to trace him to this place? Was she calling him or texting and he didn't respond, so she panicked and went into a frenzy trying to find him?

I mean, that's a possibility for a possessive lover like Mia.

"Oh dear," Ai's voice chimed in his mind, barely suppressing her amusement. "Did you forget about your adorable little stalker? This is going to be spectacular."

"Not helping, Ai."

"Hey!" Rina's voice cut through the tension. "What's taking so long in there? We need to move soon."

The relief that flooded through Akira was almost embarrassing. Just Rina. Phewww, it was just Rina.

"Aww, darling, you look like you just dodged a yandere-shaped bullet," Ai teased. "Your face practically screamed 'please don't be Mia' for a second there."

Akira stepped back from Yuki, creating distance. "Almost done!" he called back, his voice sounding more steady now that his heart wasn't trying to escape his chest.

"Well, hurry up. And keep it appropriate, please."

Yuki's face flushed an even deeper red. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself quickly.

Akira turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, his clothes plastered to his body. He opened the door to find Rina standing there with her arms crossed, her violet eyes looking like she knew something.

"Everything okay?" she asked pointedly.

"Fine. But we have a problem." Akira gestured to his soaked clothes, then to Yuki's towel-wrapped form. "We can't leave like this. We need clean clothes."

Rina's expression shifted from suspicious to practical. "Right. Okay. Where am I getting clothes from?"

"From our place? My room is not locked. Grab something from my closet for me, and maybe... do you have anything that would fit Yuki?"

Rina looked Yuki up and down, assessing. "Maybe. She's a bit bigger in the chest than me, but I have some loose shirts that might work. And shorts."

"Can you go? Quickly?"

"And leave you two alone?" Rina's eyebrow arched. "Really?"

"Rina, please. We don't have a lot of options here."

She studied him for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine. Just… just stay put and be safe."

"Sure, I promise."

"Alrighty." She grabbed her jacket. "Twenty minutes. I'll be back."

"Try as much as possible to avoid Mia seeing you," Akira called after her as the door closed behind her, leaving him and Yuki alone in the love hotel room.

The silence stretched between them, broken only by the dripping water and their breathing.

"You should... dry off properly," Akira said, not looking at her. "There are more towels in the cabinet."

"Akira-kun, about what happened in there…"

"Don't worry about it. Stress reaction. We'll forget it happened."

"But…" she paused, as if scared of what she was about to say next. "What… what if I don't want to forget it?"

He finally looked at her. She stood there in the towel, her hair dripping wet, her eyes intense and vulnerable at the same time.

"Yuki…"

"I know what you're going to say. That I'm confused. That I'm not thinking straight. That this isn't real." She took a step closer. "But what if it is real? What if I really do…"

"Stop." Akira held up a hand. "You need to stop and think. Really think. About two weeks ago, you saw me with Mia in the gym storage room. You know what we were doing in there… I mean, you saw clearly. A few hours ago, we were trying to get past that and be just friends. Then we had coffee, then you were attacked by a monster, then I had to help you shower. Your brain is connecting me with safety and survival. That's not the same as actually wanting this."

Yuki's face flushed at the mention of the gym incident. "I... I knew what I saw, but I thought…"

"Exactly. Mia and I are... complicated. And you deserve better than being someone's rebound or stress relief." He ran a hand through his wet hair. "You're not in love with me, Yuki; and you don't want me. You're just grateful I saved you, and trying to pay back or something."

"How do you know what I want?"

"Because I've seen it before." He thought of Mia, of how her obsession had grown from a single moment of vulnerability. "People confuse gratitude with attraction. Survival instinct with desire."

"And what if you're wrong?"

Akira activated Lust Scan, partly out of curiosity, partly to confirm his suspicions.

[LUST SCAN - TARGET: YUKI HAYASHI]

[EMOTIONAL STATE: Confusion (85%) + Gratitude (78%) + Genuine Attraction (64%) + Fear-Based Attachment (92%)]

[AROUSAL LEVEL: 67% - Elevated due to adrenaline crash and proximity to perceived protector]

[CORE DESIRE: "Make me feel safe. Make me feel wanted. Prove I'm worth protecting."]

[HIDDEN TRAUMA: History of being objectified, leading to defensive mechanisms. Current vulnerability represents first time feeling truly seen as a person rather than a body.]

[COMPATIBILITY NOTE: Subject shows genuine potential for healthy attachment, but current emotional state is compromised by trauma response. Forcing intimacy now would create toxic dependency rather than genuine bond.]

[UNIQUE TRAIT: "Validation Seeker" - Requires consistent emotional affirmation to maintain stable attachment. High maintenance but deeply loyal once trust is established.]

[SENSITIVE ZONES: Neck and earlobes (light kisses and whispers send shivers straight to her core, making her clit throb and pussy clench emptily); inner wrists (gentle sucking causes her labia to flush and slickness to build); lower back (firm massages make her hips arch instinctively, her entrance pulsing with need); feet (toe sucking overwhelms her with unexpected waves of heat, flooding her folds with creamy arousal).]

[PREFERRED FOREPLAY: Oral sex (cunnilingus with slow tongue circles on her clit, building to sucking while fingers tease her entrance); fingering (gentle insertion with curved fingers hitting her G-spot, combined with thumb rubbing her clit); nipple bites (light nips and sucks on her hardened peaks, alternating with tongue flicks); sensual massage (oily hands gliding over her body, focusing on thighs and breasts to make her pussy drip); dirty talk (whispered praises like "You're so wet for me" while tracing her labia).]

[PREFERRED POSITIONS: Spooning (allows for intimate cuddling from behind, cock sliding deep while hands roam her breasts and clit, whispering in her ear for emotional reassurance); Missionary with legs wrapped (face-to-face for eye contact and kissing, her pussy gripping tightly as she pulls him deeper); Reverse Cowgirl (her controlling the depth and angle, grinding her ass against him while he caresses her back, but only after trust is built to avoid feeling exposed).]

[KINKS/FETISHES: Light bondage with silk ties (feeling restrained but safe heightens her arousal, making her clit hypersensitive and pussy soak the sheets); Praise kink (words like "You're so beautiful when you come for me" trigger intense climaxes, her inner muscles milking relentlessly); Sensory play (blindfolds combined with ice or feathers on her nipples and labia, building unbearable tension until she begs for penetration, her entrance quivering and slick).]

The scan confirmed what Akira suspected. Her attraction was real; it's just buried under layers of trauma response and survival instinct.

But damn, reading through it again, the knowledge of her lust profile made his cock twitch involuntarily.

He shook his head slightly, focusing on his current dilemma. If he acted now, he'd be taking advantage of someone who wasn't emotionally equipped to make that choice.

As if that wasn't enough, Ai chose this as a perfect opportunity for him to make a critical choice.

[SYSTEM ALERT: CRITICAL CHOICE POINT DETECTED]

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