Yoshiki was glad Koga didn't push any farther. After all, he just gave away his life, pretty much... Sure, he probably had about a hundred more or so, but living would be extremely difficult. Skipping meals difficult. But his heart felt it was worth it. He found it unnecessary to respond to Koga anymore, turning to leave his presence. God, he hated that bastard... Well, anyways, now that the deal was struck, now came the difficult part of trying to get the girl to trust him... at least, a little. He couldn't really leave her alone, sadly, since if he wasn't dong anything with her, Koga would grow suspicious and revoke the reserve, and of course, keep the money anyways. But still, he had to make sure she knew he wasn't out to hurt her, and help her make it as painless as possible. He quietly entered the dark cell and shut the door behind him, expecting an outburst and flurry of curse words, which he deserved.

Ayumi's earlier sobbing and panic attack had settled down, though tears wouldn't cease. She had just sat on the cold floor, legs tucked up to her chest as her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt so dirty since that man had touched her. Her chest hurt from the overwhelming emotions that kept washing over her. She wanted to go home so badly. She felt nauseated at the thought of her parents, Hinoe, and all her friends panicking over her going missing. This wasn't fair. She didn't understand why any of this was happening, the fear for her life tearing at the edges of her mind. Her eyes glanced up as someone entered her little cage, her entire body tensing. The fear of being touched made her bite her tongue, though the hatred she felt towards any of these men felt like it was melting her insides. Her eyes narrowed at him as she tightened her grip around her legs. In the harsh lighting of the cell, it was hard to really take in his appearance. But, she recognized him as one of the one's that was hanging around earlier. Though... that uniform... even if a lot of boy's uniforms looked the same, she could swear that was a Kisaragi uniform. She wasn't willing to speak, though. She'd rather just be submissive than be a smart ass who will be forced to make up for her remarks with her body.

Yoshiki felt more remorse as she remained quiet, rather than letting loose. Koga had already broken her into submission, it seemed... It wasn't rare or meant she was particularly weak, though. Koga was extremely cruel. After a moment of silence, he stepped forward, kneeling down to look her in the eyes, as opposed to being on a higher level. He hesitated at moving his hand, but he eventually did so to gently place it on her head. The contact was probably far from welcome, but he couldn't just do nothing. "It's fine... you can yell if you want," he told her, so she could spit her anger out at him. Keeping it bottled up wasn't particularly good, so he could take it. Plus, he felt like he deserved it, so he kind of wanted to be called every word in the book.

Ayumi bit into her cheek as she heard him coming closer, his footsteps sounding like drums in her ears. She pressed back against the wall, as if she had some chance of squirming away. She kept silent and still as she waited anxiously to figure out what the heck this guy was going to do. She shrunk back as he came to eye-level, the action confusing her. She flinched at the contact to her head, expecting him to grab her hair and yank her up. She blinked slowly, unsure as it just remained on her head, not doing her any harm. She still felt it to be a possible threatening gesture, though. Ayumi frowned at his weird offer, completely unable to process anything that was happening. "Why? So you have a good excuse to do whatever you want to me, you sick bastard!?" she snapped under her breath before she could bite her tongue. She froze, expecting the same reaction out of him as the last man that had come in.

Yoshiki just looked at her, his hand not moving to clutch her hair or hit her in any way. He could understand her reluctance, distrust, and hatred. She had every right to those feelings. "No...," he answered, but then glanced away to the side, "Though... I won't sugar coat anything for you..." It was best not to lie... That wasn't the way to gain her trust. He wouldn't be rough on her, and do whatever he wanted because she cursed at him. He meant it when he said it was okay. But... "I managed to keep you from everyone else, but that doesn't mean I can get you completely off the hook. If I don't do something often, you'll go back to being free range...," he attempted to explain, but he wasn't certain if she'd believe him at first. After all, why should she? Proving it to her may be difficult, but he really was doing this for her benefit.

Ayumi's eyes narrowed at the boy, a deep frown creased on her face. As he continued to speak, she found herself lost. What did he mean 'keep her from everyone else', 'off the hook', 'something often' and... 'free range'? Her eyebrows furrowed as she slowly came to the sickening realization. He claimed her for sex. "Get away from me!" she snarled, fresh tears beginning to spill. This place was hell and she was trapped. "You think you can tell me lies and get me to lay back and accept this!? I won't!" she snapped, rage burning inside her chest with such ferocity that she thought it may burst. How dare he think her so naive or stupid to fall for something like this.

Yoshiki's expression was unchanging at her outburst. His eyes came back to meet her's, his hand coming back to his side. It sounded like a lie... A really bad lie, too... But she had to believe him. Or else... "I'm not lying," he told her firmly, keeping hi gaze locked on her, "That guy from earlier... Everyone here is just as cruel and rough as he is." He frowned, looking down at the ground. She was going to be violated, one way or another, and it pained him. But he didn't know what else to do. "I hate this solution, I really do... But I'm in an extremely tight corner. I can't do anything else for you except try to make it a lot less painful... I'm well aware this sounds like a horribly put together lie, but I swear on my life, it's true," he tried to further tell her, his eyes coming back to hers, since avoiding them was no good way to look honest.

Ayumi stared at him, trying to figure out if anything he said could be taken as truth. She felt like it was all some sick trick to get her to easily sleep with him... but at the same time she didn't want that other guy coming back to do anything with her. But she didn't want to do anything with anyone in this place. And really... he hates this solution? He's in an extremely tight corner? He was in a much easier position and she found it hard to believe he didn't want this. But, he didn't hit her when she cursed, and he isn't using brute force. She grimaced, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to believe him... but at the same time, if he was being honest, it could very well be the lesser of two evils. "You're a part of this sick group... why care what happens to me?" she finally questioned, trying to figure out if this was a trick or not.

Yoshiki stared at her a silence developed. It was probably a difficult choice... The girl more or less had to take a leap of faith here... So, he would give her as long as she needed to think it over. He was slightly surprised at her next question, his brows furrowing as he looked to the side, unsure of how to put the answer into words. "I'm in much too deep to leave at this point... I have too much at stake," he started, giving a vague reason as to why he stuck around these people and helped in their 'business', "I usually let these people do whatever they please, which... makes me just as bad, I know... This time, though... I wanted to do something about it..."

Ayumi couldn't find satisfaction in the vague answer to his dealings, but she doubted he would give her details if she pressed. In too deep... with too much at stake. It would make sense, but she just couldn't see any good reason in joining these guys. She was pretty much assuming it was a slave trade... probably for sex... She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. His next explanation didn't do anything for her finding a solid answer either. So, he was claiming he'd never been with any of the girls before? So, he was planning on doing what all the other guys would do... but with less cruelty. Lesser of two evils, she reminded herself as her eyes burned with tears. She hated this. "Fine," she mumbled in defeat. She couldn't figure out a reason he'd spend all this time lying and trying to coax her into understanding, when he could just pin her down and do what he wanted. She glanced over his uniform, up close she was almost positive it was Kisaragi. "That uniform... it's from Kisaragi Academy, right?" she questioned with a frown. Could someone from her school really turn into this? A kidnapper for the sex trade?

Yoshiki was relieved to hear her accept the out he was trying to give her, though it definitely didn't bring a smile to his face. The situation was nothing to be happy about. He wasn't sure of his next step, but his mind was quickly off track as he was asked to question he had been expecting somewhere along the road. He looked down and tugged at the collar of his jacket. "... Yeah... I really shouldn't be wearing it anymore, though... I dropped out in my Freshmen year... As expected, right?" he asked with a small, solemn chuckle. He would've said more about the whole day he dropped out before letting the teachers expel him, since he loved trash talking that sleazy gym teacher, but it was too revealing as to his identity. She may or may not be well read in the history of students who dropped out, but he just had to be careful, especially since his stood out quite a bit. Not many people punched teachers and broke their nose.

Ayumi just looked away, unsure how to respond. She wasn't surprised to hear about him dropping out. The other guys looked about high school or college age, and she highly doubted any of them attended classes. She wondered if this boy would be in the same year from her... She didn't recall hearing about any student's drop out, but she probably would've just heard the rumor and moved on. It was always upsetting to her to hear about students just quitting, but it wasn't like she could help any of them. With thoughts of Kisaragi, her mind began to question the day. Being in a confined room took away her ability to judge if it was day or night. Her parents were definitely panicked at this point... Hinoe too... They were probably calling all her friends, who would have no idea where she was. Would she ever see any of them again? She could hardly recall the last thing she said to any of them. She was trembling as she tried to bite down sobs, a misery hanging over her head. "W-what's going to happen to me?" she asked with a whimper.

Yoshiki grew more sorrowful at her voice and question. She was scared, and rightly so... but if her parents were as rich as the report claimed, she would probably end up back home... He could only hope. If not?... He may have to get desperate. "That depends... Our 'leader' checks around the market of perverts to see how much they're willing to wage on you. He'll take the highest one and usually double it for the ransom to your parents... So... it all lies on the bidding," he told her with a somewhat pitiful tone, glancing to the side again. The whole thing to do with the market of perverts was disturbing to say the least. That people still willingly bought woman to be sex slaves, or whatever the hell they did. "If your parents can't pay the ransom, you're sold to the highest bidder... Though... if it comes to that... I'll still try to help," he told her honestly, though there was still an incredible fear as to what would happen to Miki if he openly went against the group...

Ayumi didn't feel better as he outlined the paths for her future to take. And she had to wonder if this 'leader' he was talking about would just take the ransom and sell her anyway. The boy's not confident claim that he'd try to help if she was sold didn't ease her panic. A wail of desperation escaped her, because this shouldn't be happening! "This isn't fair! I don't deserve this!" she sobbed, frustrated by this situation she was thrown in. "My family and friends don't deserve this..." she hissed, heart sinking in thought of them. "I-I've always tried to be a good person... and a good student. I've never even done anything illegal..." she whimpered miserably. "I'm class rep, for god's sake! This shouldn't be happening to me!" she snapped, nails digging into her own arms as she hugged herself tightly. Her life was going to be determined by some man she doesn't know with the means to either buy her or not? Her parents only had so much... and she didn't want them losing everything. Everything in this situation was rotten.

Yoshiki remained quiet at her desperate ramblings, his heart dropping, because it really wasn't fair. But when dealing with these sort of people... himself included... fair really wasn't a word they knew. Everyone was driven by one particular thing, and that was money. Sexual satisfaction was a perk, but it wasn't the main reason for all this. Hardly any of the women they had captured in the long past of this job was their situation fair to them. He sat back slightly, folding his arms over his lap. It was best to let her get it out. Besides, it wasn't like he could help. Nothing he could possibly say would take away the fear and sorrow of the situation, especially since he was one of the ones in on it. He couldn't really stand to look at her anymore, the guilt far too heavy on him to watch her tears spill.

Ayumi's throat felt raw from what it had been through the last... however long she had been stuck in this room crying. Her head was aching from all the tears she spilled. Her entire body just felt weak. "I-I want to be an illustrator..." she choked out, not even talking to the boy at this point. She was rambling, the situation pressing down on her mind to unfathomable degrees. "I want to get married and have kids," she said, hand pressed against her mouth as she tried to stop sobs from bursting to the surface. "I want to lose my virginity to someone I love," she hiccuped through more tears. She felt like she should be dry of tears by now, but just when she began to think they were running out, more burst to the surface. Her entire future, her life, was being pulled out from under her for no good reason. She was being reduced to a body and the dollars it could gain for these sick bastards.

Yoshiki closed his eyes as she kept on crying, there being no foreseeable end to her tears. Understandably so... but she'd be too exhausted if she just kept crying. It also wasted hydration... but he knew not much could be done to stop her tears, especially anything done from him. After all, he was the one taking what she wanted to save for some special someone... She probably had a crush back at Kisaragi, not that that was her definite soul mate, bu he was certain she'd much rather be with him. The closest thing to someone she loved would be a crush, anyways. He was scum, and a stranger to her, and while he wanted to do the least harm possible, it made the situation no better. She'd be losing something she only got one of... It was very important to girls, he assumed. He had a strong urge bubbling up from his stomach to utter a sorry, but bit his tongue. He had no right to apologize. This wasn't something you could simply ask forgiveness for. So, he still remained silent, eyes towards the floor.

Ayumi's sobs slowly turned into sniffles, unable to muster anymore tears at the moment. She felt exhausted, but she was too nervous to even think about sleeping. She shut her heavy eyelids, the pressure in her head made her feel nauseated. She didn't remember the last time she had something to eat or drink. She didn't want to consume anything these people gave her, though. She had nothing left to say and no questions in mind to ask. Her mind was consumed by the thoughts of her future... She could end up as some man's sex toy. It was disgusting that this market even existed... She wasn't just a body. Hell, she believed her body to be one of the least important details about who she was. But, she'd lose everything if she was sold. And what about the girls already sold? The other girls coming in and probably staying around this building? It was so cruel... She looked at the boy her eyes narrowing slightly. She wasn't sure she could say she was grateful he was looking out for her, because so far it was just all talk. And she was sure she'd hate him as much as all the others when the time inevitably came for them to...

Yoshiki felt a certain dread come over him as all went quiet, and her crying lessened. He would have to... The others watched him much too closely, especially Koga. They all hated him, and would quickly suspect him for betraying them. He sighed moving a hand through his hair. "I know you don't think so, but I really wish I didn't have to," he mentioned with a certain dismay to his tone, but not too much, because he didn't want to seem like he was feeling sorry for himself when she was in a much worse position. "But... no one here trusts me, so they watch me annoyingly close... and if I slip up, another guy who had his sights on you will jump on the chance... So... best to get the worst out of the way...," he tried to say, leading them into the subject, but trying not to be heartless about it. He didn't know how to go about it, though. He was so reluctant to take away her purity... so it made this extremely difficult to initiate. "Uuh... you may hate this even more, but the first step to make sure you're not in as much pain would be... er, foreplay..," he mentioned, trying to keep his eyes on her, though he already felt extremely bad. He hated putting her through even more of an act she didn't want to participate in, but without excitement beforehand, no matter what he did, she'd hurt as much as when Koga pushed inside her.

Ayumi took a moment to catch on to where he was leading the conversation too. She just hugged her legs tighter as he explained how he was watched closely. She already felt dirty from that man shoving his fingers into her... now, she was going to be violated again? Even if this guy would be gentle like he claimed, it was going to be a horrible experience. She wondered privately how often these things would have to happen for this arrangement to work, but she was too scared to ask. She gave him a strange look as he brought up foreplay. Ayumi knew from health class that going into a girl who wasn't turned on was painful for the girl. She looked down, eyes smoldering with anger that she would be taking these steps with a stranger. This wasn't her choice... none of this was. She sighed in defeat, unwinding her arms off her legs and straightened her legs out on the floor. She hated having to accept this, the fire in her stomach was raging.

Yoshiki was nervous as hell to start this off. Luckily, his brain thought of something to delay this, but only for a second. "Second step... as much as I hate to say it, the boss is right. It's a lot to ask, I know, but you do need to have a certain level of relaxation. If you're too tense, I can't help much with the pain..," he mentioned, feeling that it was important to remind her. The rest of the steps had more to do with how he handled her solely, so those weren't exactly necessary to mention. He took a quiet, deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing to do something his stomach rejected heavily with sickness. He would probably have to work at the foreplay for a while too, since she probably downright hated him. It would also be difficult to get a rise from himself, but that's a bridge he'd have o cross later. First bridge was getting her aroused, a much more difficult problem. After he adequately prepared himself, he opened his eyes and, with a burst of determination, moved over top of her. He tilted his head and began with a kiss, keeping it basic at first. He didn't want to rush her into the deep stuff. It's not like he was on a timer, after all. He'd like to at least let her get used to certain movements before upping the intimacy. One hand moved to unconsciously cover her's, the other coming to her waist, again taking it slow instead of going up her shirt first thing.

Ayumi felt a horrible unease rippling through her entire body as she waited for him to just get started. The quicker they started... the quicker it could be over with. Her eyes narrowed at him, an indignation at his advice boiled in her blood. She had no idea how she would even manage to relax, when everything in her was telling her to not do this. She just made a small noise of acknowledgement, though it was no promise she'd relax. She flinched lightly as he moved on top of her, dread in her gut. She initially wanted to pull away from the stranger's kiss... she didn't even know this guy's name... But, the fact he was giving any consideration to her comfort... while he wasn't a good person, considering where they were, he was better than the others. She didn't kiss back at first, a horrible jolt in her head telling her this was her first kiss. If she hadn't cried so much earlier, she would have surely burst into tears at that moment. The more begrudging and difficult she was with all of this, though, would only extend the amount of time they had to do this stuff. She squeezed her eyes shut and nervously began to kiss back. There was a rush of confusion as she felt his hand cover her's. His hand was warm... She was worried as she felt his other hand on her waist, halfway expecting him to move over to under her skirt right away. When it became apparent that the hand was just resting there for now, she was able to talk herself down a little bit. She was thankful that he wasn't as cruel as that other man who had been so quick to shove his fingers at her.

Yoshiki still didn't move the kiss forward, but he was thankful she understood the more she cooperated, the faster they could make this. His hand on her waist just shifted position to her back, the other hand tightening it's grip slightly. He didn't really know why he did such a thing... Maybe he assumed it'd bring some sort of instinctual comfort or some other bullshit... Ugh, there was no use thinking about it. His hand did what it wanted, he guessed. His knees were straddling her thighs, but of course he didn't go so far as to make contact down there yet. It actually took quite a while, five minutes maybe, before he felt she was accustomed enough to a normal kiss, and he moved his tongue to ask to meet with her's. His hand still didn't move under any fabric, since feeling her up was a step above making out, in his opinion. That would come next.

Ayumi registered the small pressure added onto her hand with uncertainty. Was he trying to comfort her? This was too hard to process. He was one of them, who brought girls in and destroyed their lives. He shouldn't behave this way, yet he did. She was nervous by his knees straddling her, fear flashing in her mind about the actual act that would come. She cringed lightly at the feeling of his tongue, pushing past her initial reaction to pull away. She took a moment to gather the nerve to open her mouth and uncertainly move her tongue. It was really weird feeling, to have her tongue touch someone else's. She was shy and nervous with any movements she forced her tongue to make. The entire thing felt wrong on a base level, but the contact also sent weird tingles down her limbs. It wasn't anything powerful, and she could hardly mind them over the protesting her mind was doing to their activities.

Yoshiki didn't hold as much shyness as she did with her movements, since he really just wanted to get done with this. Not that the feeling was... particularly bad, but it was making guilt weigh heavily on his conscience, and the girl shouldn't have to go through more than what was necessary. He twisted his tongue against her's, occasionally catching her's and lightly sucking on it. His hand moved down along her back and her curves, stopping just above her tail bone. It rested once again, since the skin-on-skin touching didn't feel right yet.

Ayumi's face was bright red from the feelings of their tongues meshing together. He was dominating, which she was fine with, because she wasn't really sure what to do with her tongue. She shivered lightly when he caught her tongue and sucked on it, the shock jolted her with an unusual feeling. Ayumi was uncomfortable with the whole thing, but she was able to handle the foreplay. The thought of him entering her was a completely different story. Her body tightened in fear just at the anxious thought.

Yoshiki had to spend another interval of about five minutes just with their tongues moving against each other before the next step had to be taken. She probably wanted this to be over quickly, but was also anxious about the whole thing, so taking it slow was the only way he could think of to get her to gradually become aroused. With the time feeling at least slightly right, his hand moved further down, first to her ass, but didn't spend a lot of time in that area. Instead, he moved it back up, only this time, going underneath her shirt and tracing the outline of her frame. He felt extremely dirty doing this, and that feeling would only get worse, but it had to be done.

Ayumi's eyes were shut as she tried to take in the feelings as they came. The underlying disgust for everything happening was too prominent in her mind. She didn't know this boy at all... and he didn't know her either. She tried to keep her breathing somewhat regular between the movements of their tongues. She needed to relax... she knew the foreplay was important, but she was beginning to want him to just go for it already. The building anxiety was making her sick. She flinched slightly at his hands over her ass and then under her shirt. She just wanted this to all be over.

Yoshiki felt that the baby steps were pretty much was nothing else he could just ease her into. Pretty much, she had been fully submerged into what foreplay consisted of. Hands and tongue. Though, he wouldn't touch her anywhere unnecessary. While her breasts would get her aroused most likely faster, he didn't want to go beyond where he thought he should have her at. That, and the fact he couldn't make himself do it. His hand mostly just ran along her outer curves, back, and occasionally her stomach, his other, even though it could be helping, stayed over hers. He separated their mouths and tilted his head, starting to run along her neck. Now he was mostly testing which things she could stand. He wouldn't go so far as to say something she liked, since this definitely wasn't something she nor him wanted. The reluctance to do this was apparent in the both of them, his own body staying calm, but at least she was trying to let happen what this foreplay was meant to do. He was licking and sucking lightly down her neck, hoping it was a soft spot for her. If not, this may take a painful while.

Ayumi kept reminding herself to relax, though her body would only take the message for a moment before she tensed again. His hands didn't feel bad as they ran over her body, but it felt wrong. Ayumi was confused as his mouth pulled away from her, though it gave her a better chance to work on her breathing to try and stay calm. Then she felt his mouth along her neck and a small gasp escaped her mouth at the weird sensations. She didn't want to take any enjoyment out of this act, but while the wrongness of the situation still weighed heavily on her mind, her body's nerves couldn't help but react to the contact. She tilted her head slightly, out of instinct, to allow him better access. By doing that, though, she felt a rush of disgust at herself.

Yoshiki was a little surprised by her tilting her head, but he was assuming it was one of those things that just happened. Besides, it was good news for the most part, because that meant running along her neck turned her on. Since it was getting the best results, he continued, using her body's action of giving him more access by going near her jaw line. It's not that he had particular experience, but doing what the body wanted, in this sense, was the best way to excite it. Even if it meant doing something maybe the girl didn't particularly like the idea of.

Little noises kept escaping Ayumi when unwanted jolts occurred when he moved his mouth against her in a certain way. She kept squirming underneath him, a shame burning hot in her body. She didn't want to react to anything he was doing, but she was, and it was probably for the best. She kept trying to shut down her mind, but she would always come back to reality. Her's eyes squeezed tighter, and she kept trying to replace the image of where she was with something else. It was too hard, though. The hard ground, her fear, this stranger's mouth... it was all too much to block out.

Yoshiki kept against her for a few more minutes. Her small noises, though made his stomach turn with shame, were his own source of getting riled up slightly. He had to wonder if she was ready yet... He could check himself, but that was much too unnecessary. Yes, he was going to be going all the way, but it wasn't because either wanted to. Therefore, keeping his hands away from places they didn't need to be was best. So, he had to get a little embarrassed, and ask her. Or else, they'd be at this forever. He finally pulled away from her neck, keeping his eyes on her even though they begged to avoid her. "Are you okay to move on?" he asked, hoping they could get this over with, but he really wanted her to be 'prepared'. Otherwise, it would be extremely painful for her. So, he hoped she didn't lie about it just to speed things up. "Tell the truth," he added in a warning voice, since he really... really didn't want to hurt her.

Ayumi's eyes opened cautiously as he moved away. She looked up at him nervously, unsure what he was going to do. She didn't expect him to ask, and while it was a decent gesture, considering everything that was happening, it made her cringe. She couldn't stand that she was giving permission to do all of this... but, again, it would be someone else if he wasn't. She met his eyes for a moment, glancing away with a frown of uncertainty. She didn't really know what was the proper 'level' to be at for this stuff... but, she doubted she'd get anymore worked up at this point. As he added the warning, she narrowed her eyes in thought. She sighed, forcing herself to glance back at him. "It's fine... Just do it..." she mumbled, anxiety weighing heavily on her. She just wanted this to be over.

Yoshiki took a silent, deep breath at her answer. It wasn't too convincing, but they really couldn't expect any better. After all, their reluctance mentally was a big part of their arousal. He still felt awful for getting excited at her small gasps, it was disgusting. But, this couldn't happen if he wasn't aroused too, so it was inevitable. "Alright... Do your best to keep relaxed," he reminded, though he doubted she had forgotten. Though... he didn't actually expect her to be able to. Relaxing was a big deal when you were scared, anxious, and doing such things with a stranger. So... even though it would help her escape unnecessary pain, he didn't expect her to be able to. He just wanted to mention it as a last ditch effort. He moved back slightly as he could shift her to be sitting on him, that being the easiest way, and it kept her off the ground. Again, assuring he could avoid hurting her more. Though, this position would make him have to move her more than himself, but the ground was hard and cold, so he'd rather go this route. He probably would've paused a long time in doubt, but he didn't want her to wait in anxiety while he tried to gather the nerve. He should have beforehand, but nothing could really prepare him for such a thing. He undid his pants and freed his length, feeling an overwhelming sickness with himself, the 'just' reasons didn't help with his conscience. He moved her panties to the side, instead of pulling them down, so she didn't feel quite so exposed. It probably wouldn't help any, but it's the last precaution he could think of. Not that he thought he had any right to, but he found a small, quiet 'sorry' surface from his throat. He immediately cursed mentally at himself for the slip, but there was no helping it now. Without letting her suffer more in wait, he took a hold of her waist and pressed himself against her opening, taking this extremely slow so he could let each inch of her adjust. He could no longer keep eye contact, but he also didn't want to stare at any part of her, for fer it'd make her more uncomfortable. So, he was keeping his eyes shut. Once he was moved into her, he paused, unsure how long to wait before this would be tolerable for her. But eventually, he had to start. He was unsure of how long exactly he should carry this on. After all, neither would reach a breaking point, so there wasn't exactly a period at which to stop. But sooner was better than later. He didn't know how long it had been, but his repulsed mind made it seem like hours, regardless. He moved her off, again, taking it slow. Pulling out roughly would be just as bad as going in roughly. Her panties moved back in place, then he moved her to lean against the wall. He scooted away a little before redoing his pants, feeling incredibly like a bastard. But... he better get used to the feeling... especially since he'd have to be a jerk and leave without further word. After all, there was nothing left to say, and she probably wouldn't want his company anyways. He stood with a solemn sigh, still avoiding looking at her at all as he turned and left. He leaned against the wall outside, incredibly nauseated about what he did, and the fact that it wasn't over with just one time. He... was such a disgusting person... and he wished he could just stop, but that was an option that wasn't available to him...

Ayumi didn't expect him to shift her at all, but it was a little better. It was less intimidating than him being on top. Her jaw was clenched in fear. She wasn't ready for this in anyway, but it was something that was inevitable. She resigned herself to just trying to accept that this had to happen. She tensed as he pushed her panties aside, but then remembered his advice to try and relax. She took heavy breaths in and out, the same way she was told to try and breath during her panic attacks. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, unable to watch what was going to happen. She was thrown off when she heard him utter a sorry... She would have scoffed at him if it didn't sound so sincere. A moment later, he was against her opening. She felt panic rise in her chest, her hands went to grasp his shoulders. It wasn't a gesture of intimacy, rather she needed something to hold onto and grasp tightly as she tried to relax. Her breathing was ragged in unease as he went deeper and deeper. The intrusion was not met well within her body, sharp discomfort and pain shooting through her. Her body wouldn't adjust to the feeling. She was too scared and angry for her mentality to accept this act. She wished she was anywhere else as they continued on with the act. It felt like the pain would go on forever, tears beginning to once again fall at the horrible feelings jolting throughout her body. She was so relieved when he moved her off him, readjusting her underwear, and putting her against the wall. She was trembling with small sobs escaping her. She hardly notice him leave until the sound of the door shutting caught her attention. She went back into a little ball, her mind clouded with grief. She couldn't believe this was happening to her... that it happened and would happen again... and again... She buried her head in the gap between her knees and chest, sobbing loudly. She felt so dirty and shame burned in every fiber of her being. Worse, her body was sore from the act, the pain still hovering in her head. Still... this was probably the best the situation could have gone, not that it was something that should have happened at all. He wasn't awful... his apology was unexpected. He also didn't come... so, he couldn't be in it for his own pleasure, right? She didn't know. She had no clue if she could trust or rely on this guy... But, it didn't matter, because she really didn't have a choice.