She panics.

Hana's eyes widen, as though those words were enough to jar something inside her.

She pushes against the unfinished basement floor and tries to stand, but finds her legs too weak. Instead they give out mid-leap – she collapses painfully on the hard ground.

Startled by her sudden movement, you spring forward.

"Hana!"

She pushes you away; struggling, "Stay back! Stay away! Get away from me!"

"Hana-chan, are you hurt? Are you OK?" your insistence is too strong, she can't fight you.

You powerfully separate her back from the wall and check her buttocks. Nothing looks injured...

"How is your pussy?" you ask urgently, "Do you feel any pain?"

Distracted, she answers, "Actually I feel really good there– most of the pain is in my ass–" she shakes her head, "I mean– please! Stop! I–" she's confused.

Perhaps it's the befuddling realization that she's just had sex with you, her best friend. Maybe it's the odd thought that her pussy feels good, or that she looks just slightly pregnant right now. Maybe it's the overwhelming image of your orgasm, or the way you're swooning over her – the fact that all these things are undesired and desired simultaneously...

You crouch down (keeping your legs spread just enough that your hairy pussy can be seen, smelled, and felt, by Hana's turned face) and smile weakly.

Hana cannot think. Her eyes latch onto her friend's pussy. She blinks twice, unable to stop herself from gazing at it.

Her mouth acts on its own, "I like your pussy,"

It's the first time she's said the word aloud – she wonders how she even knows it, it's so vile.

In reaction, she clamps her mouth shut. She shakes her head. She pinches herself. She tries standing again. She flails her arms.

You've seen enough. Your friend is in serious turmoil. You need to help her.