Ayumi lets Greg touch her naked body

Ayumi looked him straight in the eye and took his hand, placing it firmly on her breast. "This is what you wanted to do, isn't it?" she said, her voice full of defiance and a hint of sadness.

Greg's eyes widened as he felt the warmth of her skin under his hand. He looked at her, confused and unsure of what to do. "Ayumi, I-" he started to say, but she cut him off.

"Don't," she said, shaking her head. "Don't say anything. Just feel. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To touch me, to be close to me? Well, here I am. Take it or leave it."

Greg knew he shouldn't do that. That Ayumi is angry and doesn't think straight. But at the same time, there was a thrill that ran through him as he felt her soft flesh beneath his fingertips. It was a feeling he couldn’t deny, one that made his pulse race and his heart beat faster. He had wanted to touch her for so long , to feel her softness and warmth against his skin. And now, here she was, offering herself to him in the most unexpected way.

Ayumi moved his other hand to her stomach and got slowly lower and lower. Suddenly, she stops, just inches from her pussy. She looks up at him with a challenging gaze, as if daring him to go further. Greg's heart races as he realizes what he's about to do. He hesitates for a moment, then slowly moves his hand lower

But before he can make contact with her shaven privates, Ayumi throws away his hands from her body.

"See? How are you so different from Liam? You say you care about me, how it's bad for me to be naked. But when I strip, you take full advantage of me. And the fact that you would do it, even after you said you cared about me, only makes it worse. You're just jealous that he's the one on stage with me and not you. "

Greg's voice was filled with anger and frustration. "You make no sense, Ayumi! One minute you're letting me touch you, and the next you're pushing me away."

Just then, the door to the classroom bursts open, and a group of people enters.