Yes

You swallow hard, your throat dry from a mix of excitement and nerves. You nod, unable to form words, as Yui takes the lead, navigating the quiet streets of the Tokyo suburb. The air is thick with anticipation, the neon signs above you flickering like stars in a night sky.

Her apartment is small but cozy, filled with the faint scent of ink and paper. It's clear that this is a place where creativity blooms. Manga sketches are pinned to the walls, and a low table is scattered with art supplies. You sit down on the tatami mat, feeling the coolness seep through your jeans as she excuses herself to change into something more comfortable.

The room is filled with the sound of her rummaging through her closet. You take a moment to appreciate the silence, the occasional rustle of fabric the only sound. You wonder what she's choosing to wear, your imagination running wild with possibilities. When she emerges, she's in a simple short yukata, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moves. The outfit suits her perfectly, the soft fabric accentuating her curves and the obi cinched tight around her waist.

You can't help but stare. She notices and giggles, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "Do you like it?" she asks, twirling around to show it off.

Her little bum flashing a quick peek as she twirls, making your heart race even faster. You nod, your voice a little hoarse. "It's... beautiful. Just like you."

"Aww. Matt, you're so kind." Yui says, her eyes sparkling with delight. She approaches you, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. You stand up, the heat between you palpable.

You stand four or five inches taller the petite asian girl, but somehow she feels so much more dominant. She places her hands on your chest and looks up at you with a mix of innocence and seductiveness that you've never encountered before. Your heart is racing like it's trying to escape your chest. You can't believe what's happening. You've just met her and already you're in her apartment.

You finally make the move. Your lips capturing hers in a kiss that's tender yet hungry. Yui's arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer as you explore the sweetness of her mouth. Her yukata feels soft and cool against your skin as your hands trace the curves of her waist. Her kisses are like a melody you've been longing to hear, a symphony of passion that you've been craving.

Breathless, you break away, your eyes locking with hers. In that moment, the world outside her apartment seems to vanish, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of desire. She takes your hand and leads you to her bedroom, the flickering light from the street outside casting shadows on the walls. The futon is neatly made, but you can see the outline of pillows and a blanket, hinting at its welcoming warmth.

Yui turns to face you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she takes a step closer, pressing her body against yours. You can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her yukata. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw before she leans in to kiss you again. This time, there's an urgency to it, a need that wasn't there before. Your hands find their way to her hips, pulling her closer as the kiss deepens.

Then you feel something. Her little yukata is starting to bulge in the most peculiar way. You look down, and to your astonishment, an average size cock is poking through the fabric, right at your waistline. You step back, your eyes wide. You're shocked, but Yui doesn't miss a beat. She smiles mischievously and says, "Surprise!" A soft hand running across your cheek. "I'm not what you expected, am I?"