Seven o’clock arrived with a knock on i’s door. Akira opened it to find Rina standing there, looking slightly flushed and breathing a bit heavily.
"Sorry I’m a few minutes late," she said quietly as she stepped inside. "I was... feeding in the courtyard. Took longer than I expected to get enough."
Her eyes flicked to Akira, and he saw the violet tinge was still there; it was faint but still there. She’d gotten so essence from passive feeding, but not enough. She was still hungry.
"No problem. i-san is just setting up." He lowered his voice. "How are you feeling? After earlier?"
"Better. Angry, but better. Ayaka texted so breathing exercises to help control the aggressive impulses." Rina glanced around the apartnt. "Where’s the costu?"
"Living room. i-san will help you get fitted."
They walked into the living room where i had set up a small workspace with her sewing machine, pins, and the bunny girl outfit laid out on the couch. She was surprisingly fast and had been able to get sothing done before Rina arrived.
"Rina-chan, perfect timing." i smiled warmly. "The bathroom is through there if you want to change. The base outfit should fit, but I’ll need to make adjustnts for the perfect look."
Rina took the costu and disappeared into the bathroom. Akira could hear her moving around, the rustle of fabric, a quiet curse when sothing didn’t cooperate.
When she ca out, his breath caught.
The bunny girl outfit was classic: black leotard with a white collar and cuffs, sheer black tights, and the iconic bunny ears headband. It hugged every curve of Rina’s athletic body, the high-cut legs emphasizing her toned thighs, the low neckline showcasing her modest but perfect cleavage.
"How do I look?" Rina asked, doing a small turn.
"Perfect," i said before Akira could respond. "Co here, let check the fit."
Rina walked over, and i began her examination with professional efficiency: checking seams, testing the stretch of fabric, marking areas that needed adjustnt with chalk.
But Akira noticed sothing else. Every ti i’s hands touched Rina’s body, Rina’s breathing hitched slightly. Her pupils dilated. Her thighs pressed together.
"Darling, Rina’s arousal is spiking," Ai warned. "The passive feeding wasn’t enough. She’s still in deficit, and physical touch is triggering the hunger."
"Can she control it?"
"For now. But if the stimulation continues..."
i ran her hands down Rina’s sides, adjusting the fit around her waist. "You have a beautiful figure, Rina-chan. Very feminine despite being so athletic."
"Th-thank you," Rina managed in a strained voice.
"The chest needs to be taken in slightly here." i’s fingers brushed the underside of Rina’s breasts, adjusting the fabric. "And the leg openings could be higher to show off your thighs more."
Rina bit her lip hard, her hands clenching at her sides. The violet in her eyes grew brighter.
"i-san," Akira intervened quickly, "I think you left your pin cushion in the bedroom."
"Oh, did I? Thank you, Akira-kun. I’ll go grab it."
As i left the living room, Akira moved closer to Rina. "Are you okay?"
"No," Rina whispered desperately. "Her hands... every touch is like fire. My skin is so sensitive right now, and this outfit is so tight, and I can feel everything and I need..."
She grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. "I need you. Right now. I can’t wait until later."
"Rina, i is right in the next room..."
"I don’t care." Her hand slid down to his belt. "Please, Akira. I’m burning up. Just... just let touch you. Let feel you. I promise I’ll be quiet."
[SYSTEM ALERT: RINA’S HUNGER CRITICAL]
[CHOICE REQUIRED IMDIATELY]
[A: REJECT - Push her away gently, risk her going feral from combined stress and hunger. Reward: 0 PP, Potential disaster]
[B: QUICK RELIEF - Allow minimal contact to stabilize her temporarily until i finishes. Reward: 200 PP, Rina stabilized for 2 hours]
[C: FULL FEEDING - Risk it all, give her what she needs right now. Reward: 800 PP, Rina fully stabilized, HIGH RISK OF DISCOVERY]
Akira grabbed Rina’s face, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were almost completely violet now, pupils blown wide with hunger and desperation.
"Listen to ," he said firmly, activating a touch of Aura of Dominance. "We will handle this tonight. After i finishes with the costu. You will control yourself until then. Understand?"
The command helped, but barely. Rina whimpered, pressing against him. "I can’t..."
"You can. Because I’m telling you to." He softened slightly, stroking her cheek. "Just a little longer. Be strong for ."
Rina nodded shakily, but her hands were still on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Okay. I’ll try. But Akira, if I start to lose it, you need to..."
She didn’t finish the sentence. Akira didn’t let her; he close the distance and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, and Rina reacted almost imdiately. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, her body pressing flush against his. Akira’s hands moved to her waist automatically, feeling the smooth fabric of the bunny suit under his palms.
Rina moaned softly into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his in desperate, sloppy strokes. She ground herself him; the thin fabric of the bunny suit’s crotch was already drenched, clinging transparently to her swollen labia.
"Please," she breathed hot against his lips, voice cracking with raw need. "Just this. Just let feel you for a second. I’ll stop before she cos back. I promise."
[CHOICE B AUTOMATICALLY SELECTED DUE TO CRITICAL SITUATION]
Akira’s control snapped. His hands slid up her body, palms rough over the glossy black latex that hugged every curve like a second skin. One hand cupped her small, firm breast through the suit, dragging his thumb hard over her pebbled nipple until it stood out like a bullet under the fabric.
He pinched it between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to make her cry out into his mouth.
Rina’s head fell back, exposing more of her throat; her pulse hamred under the thin collar of the bunny suit. "Yes... fuck.. touch like that," she gasped. "Harder. Make it hurt so good."
He attacked her neck with open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sinking in with a sharp bite that left a blooming red mark.
His other hand gripped the plump cheek of her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, yanking her down harder so her dripping cunt dragged along the full length of his trapped erection.
"Akira," she whimpered, hips jerking in frantic little circles. "I need more. Need to feel your cock properly. Just for a minute. Please... I’m burning up inside."
She shoved him backward onto the couch with surprising strength, climbing into his lap and straddling him wide.
The high-cut legs of the bunny suit left almost nothing between them; the soaked crotch panel rode up, exposing the puffy, glistening lips of her pussy as she settled directly over the thick bulge in his jeans.
"Rina, we can’t..."
"Just this," she insisted. She rolled her hips forward, grinding her bare, slick folds along the rough denim seam that pressed right against her throbbing clit. "Just let ride your thigh. I won’t take anything off. I just need the friction... need sothing thick between my legs before I lose my fucking mind."
Her hands yanked the top of the bunny suit down in one impatient tug, freeing her large, firm and perfect tits. Dusky pink nipples stood rigid, flushed dark with blood, begging for attention. She arched her back, offering them to him.
"Touch them," she pleaded in a trembling voice. "Suck them, pinch them... anything. Make the fire stop."
Akira’s hands moved on instinct.
He cupped both breasts, squeezing the firm mounds before capturing one stiff nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the sensitive tip while his teeth grazed the areola. Rina keened, fingers threading into his hair to hold him there as she ground down harder.
The sheer black tights were useless now; her arousal had soaked straight through, leaving a dark, wet patch on his jeans. He could feel every wet slide of her swollen clit dragging along the rough fabric, every flutter of her inner walls clenching around nothing.
"That’s it," she panted. "Your mouth on my tit, your thigh splitting my pussy open... fuck, I can feel it building already. My clit’s so swollen it hurts. Just a little more... keep sucking... I’m so fucking close..."
Just then, the bedroom door clicked open.
i stepped back into the living room with the pin cushion in hand. She froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she took in the scene: Rina was topless and writhing in Akira’s lap, her tits bouncing with every desperate grind, nipples glistening from his spit, her hips rolling shalessly against his soaked jeans while indecent wet sounds filled the room.
Both of them were flushed, breathing hard, clearly seconds away from sothing more.
For a long mont, nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
Then i sighed, set down the pin cushion, and walked calmly to the front door. She locked it with a decisive click.
"You two..." She turned back, and instead of anger, there was amusent in her expression. "So this is what you do behind my back."
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