The clock ticked closer to the time of her date, but Karin couldn't resist the temptation. Lying on her bed, legs spread, she had already pulled her panties to the side, fingers working her slick folds with desperate, needy strokes.

"Ngh~" she whined, her breath hitching as she imagined the scenario that always made her body burn—a stranger, tall, dark, and impossibly strong, pinning her down, taking her ruthlessly while you watched, helpless to stop it.

"Mmm, yes... fuck me... harder, please, just like that~" she moaned, her back arching as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. The fantasy was so vivid—the stretch, the shame, the way her body would tremble as she was used right in front of the one she loved most.

Just as she teetered on the edge, the sharp chime of the doorbell shattered the fantasy. Gasping, she yanked her panties back into place, scrambling off the bed with a curse.

"Shit, shit, shit—" She rushed to the door, hastily smoothing her skirt, but it was too late to hide the evidence—her flushed face, the slight tremble in her thighs, the way her breath came in short, uneven gasps.

When she swung the door open, she was a mess—cheeks pink, hair slightly disheveled, her skirt still slightly askew. But she still managed a breathless, eager smile.

"H-Hey!" she panted, trying to sound casual despite the heat still lingering in her eyes.