«W-Why… Chantal…? Why are you doing this…?»
Hakuto's voice trembles, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
«Don't you remember what I told you at dinner tonight…? If you want to have fun with a woman, I'm right here… I won't let the first slut that comes along steal your heart…»
Hakuto stands, his back almost pinned to the wall by Chantal. She leans her whole body against him, her breasts pressing into his back. He's never looked at Chantal as a woman—until now.
Hearing her moan behind him—naked and wet—feeling her breasts and hard nipples rub against his back, awakens a desire in Hakuto he never thought he could feel for her. She used to be the source of his hatred and suffering, but now she's the source of his pleasure.
Chantal's hand slides up and down his hard, long shaft. She moves slowly, softly, but never stops—stroking him from the base to the throbbing tip.
