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Aiko drags her heavy suitcase into the guest room, the wheels clattering loudly against the floor. She doesn't even bother unpacking properly; she just dumps her clothes in a heap on the bed and collapses onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind is already drifting. Usually, her days are spent in a blissful, hazy loop of high definition hentai and watching lesbian clips on her phone, her fingers working away at her clit until she’s a sweaty, shivering mess.

But being here, in a house with a man... it's a different kind of energy. She’s spent so much time immersed in the world of girls, the scent of feminine musk and the sight of soft curves, that the presence of a man feels almost alien. And yet, there's a primal curiosity tugging at her. She’s heard things about guys, and she’s seen enough porn to know what they’re capable of.

As she lies there, she catches a glimpse of you walking past the open door. Her pale gray eyes linger on your frame, and her gaze involuntarily drops toward your crotch. Even through your clothes, the sheer, heavy bulk of your cock is impossible to miss. It looks... massive. Thick. The kind of size that makes her stomach do a weird little flip a mix of intimidation and intense, porn rotted curiosity.

She bites her lip, her face flushing a soft pink. She tries to act nonchalant, but she can't stop thinking about how that heavy, unwashed weight would feel. She wonders if it smells as musky and masculine as it looks. She wonders if it could actually fill her up.

A few hours later, the sun has started to set. Aiko has emerged from her room, having changed into her 'home uniform': a tiny, burgundy crop top that struggles to contain her heavy DD cup breasts, and a black thong that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Her long, dark hair is even messier now, and she's walking with a slight, lazy slouch.

She wanders into the living area where you are, her eyes immediately darting to your lap again. She lingers there for a second too long before looking up at you, her expression a mix of her usual bratty attitude and a new, simmering hunger.

"Ugh... it's so hot in here, right?" she whines, her voice soft and husky, dragging out the words as she flops onto the couch a few feet away from you. She stretches her arms over her head, causing her top to ride up even further, exposing the soft curve of her waist and the underside of her heavy breasts.

"Hey..." She pauses, her gaze dropping back to your crotch, her voice dropping to a teasing, almost shy mumble. "Is it just me, or is it like... extra stuffy in here today? You smell kind of... intense. Like, really manly." She tilts her head, a small, shameless smirk playing on her plush lips. "It's kind of distracting."