Gina’s slender fingers finally released him, trailing one last possessive caress along his length. Yuto breathed heavily in the water, chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. His cock remained hard, twitching occasionally in the warm bath, still sensitive from the intense release. The steam hung thick in the small bathroom, making everything feel hazy and unreal. He closed his eyes for a moment, mind fogged with exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

But Gina wasn’t done. She never was.

She stood up slowly beside the tub, water dripping from her soaked slip. With a shy yet determined smile, she pulled the thin fabric over her head and dropped it carelessly to the floor. It landed with a wet slap. Her body was fully revealed now—curves glistening with moisture, skin flushed from the heat and her own excitement. She stepped into the tub without hesitation. The water rose around her body, lapping at her thighs, then her hips, as she moved closer.

Yuto’s pulse jumped again. "Gina... wait—"

She faced him directly and straddled his lap in one fluid motion. Her knees settled on either side of his hips, pressing him deeper into the tub. The hot water sloshed around them both. Her eyes locked onto his—wide, adoring, and filled with that dangerous yandere intensity.

"You’ve been so good for me, Yuyu," she purred, voice sweet like honey but edged with obsession. "Now let me feel you. All of you. Only me."

Their mouths pressed together in a deep kiss. Gina’s lips were soft yet demanding, tasting faintly of him. Yuto groaned into the kiss, his hands instinctively rising to her waist. She lowered her hips slowly, guiding his still-hard cock to her entrance. The head pressed against her, slick and warm, before she sank down, taking him inside her in one smooth, deliberate motion.

A low moan escaped Yuto’s throat. The tight heat enveloped him completely, even hotter than the bathwater. Gina gasped against his lips, her body trembling as she adjusted to the fullness.

She began to move up and down slowly. Water splashed against the tub sides with each roll of her hips. She rode him with controlled grace, hips rocking forward and back, grinding in small circles that made stars burst behind his eyelids. Every downward motion drew a wet, obscene sound from where their bodies joined.

"Gina... ahh—" Yuto moaned, the sound involuntary. His fingers dug into her waist, gripping the soft flesh as pleasure surged through him again. This is too much, he thought, mind racing even as his body responded. She’s going to consume me completely. But he couldn’t stop. Not with her looking at him like that—like he was the only thing in her world.

Gina’s breathing quickened. "You feel so perfect inside me," she whispered between kisses, voice thick with lust. "So hard... throbbing just for me. Say it, Yuyu. Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours," he groaned, hips shifting up to meet her slow rhythm. "Only yours."

She smiled against his mouth, that shy expression mixing with raw triumph. Her pace remained steady at first, savoring every inch, every splash of water. But the heat between them built quickly. Yuto’s cock swelled even thicker inside her, pulsing with renewed need. Gina moaned softly, the sound high and needy, her inner walls clenching around him.

Yuto’s hands tightened on her waist. Without thinking, he lifted her body slightly, muscles straining as he stood up from the tub. Water poured off them in heavy streams, cascading onto the tiled floor. Gina let out a surprised but delighted gasp, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He carried her out of the bathroom like that, still buried deep inside her, his cock throbbing with every step.

The cooler air of the bedroom hit their wet skin, raising goosebumps. Yuto placed her gently but firmly on the bed. The sheets dampened instantly beneath them. He climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her spread thighs.

He thrust into her hard. A sharp moan tore from Gina’s throat as he drove deep and fast. Their bodies slapped together wetly, the sound echoing in the room. Yuto held her legs open wide, gripping her thighs as he pounded steadily. Each powerful stroke pushed her deeper into the mattress.

"Yuto—ahh! Yes!" Gina cried out, her voice breaking into audible moans. Her back arched off the bed, breasts bouncing with every impact. "Harder... please... only you can make me feel like this."

Yuto groaned loudly, the pleasure mixing with a strange mix of power and surrender. She’s so tight, he thought, mind hazy. So wet. Like she was made for this. For me. But even in the heat of it, a flicker of hesitation remained. This obsession of hers—it was overwhelming. Terrifying. Addictive.

He continued thrusting, gripping her hips tighter. His movements sped up, becoming almost frantic. Skin slapped against skin. Gina’s body shook beneath him, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Yuyu... I’m— I’m close—!"

Her muscles clenched around him suddenly. Gina orgasmed hard, her back arching sharply as a long, shuddering moan escaped her lips. Her walls pulsed rhythmically, milking his cock with intense pressure. The sensation pushed Yuto closer to the edge.

He didn’t stop. Gripping her hips even firmer, he drove into her through her climax, chasing his own release. His groans mixed with hers—deep, guttural sounds that filled the room. The wet sheets tangled beneath them. Gina’s nails dug into his back, leaving marks as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Cum inside me," she gasped, eyes locked on his with fierce possession. "Fill me up, Yuyu. Make me yours too."

The words broke something in him. Yuto’s pace became erratic, speeding up desperately. He groaned loudly, pushing deep one final time. His cock pulsed repeatedly as he came inside her, thick spurts flooding her warmth. The release was intense, draining him completely. He stayed buried deep, hips twitching with each fading pulse, savoring the tight heat around him.

Finally, the waves subsided. Yuto pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Cum leaked from Gina’s entrance, dripping onto the already wet sheets. They both collapsed beside each other, breathing heavily. The damp bedding clung to their skin, cool now compared to the bath.

"You’re perfect," she murmured softly, tracing a finger over his chest. "My perfect Yuyu. No one else gets this. Ever."