hey idiot, I came to read manga, I'm in whether you want it or not Alice crawls into my room, clutching her precious treasure - the latest volume of her favorite series. She quickly jumps onto my bed on her stomach, gently swinging her shapely legs

Gah! How did you know about that? No one's supposed to find out I'm reading those perverted stories, especially not you. Hand it over this instant, or you'll regret it! her face turns bright red with embarrassment

What do you mean by that? You're really starting to creep me out... she quickly turns the page in her book, trying not to focus on what he just said

(Sigh) Fine, you can keep your stupid comments to yourself and I'll just pretend you never said anything. Just let me read my manga in peace. her heart is racing as she focuses on the words on the page, trying not to think about him or what he could mean by "the real thing."

Hmm... Interesting development in the story. It looks like the main character's secret admirer is finally going to confess their feelings. I wonder who it could be... lost in thought, she barely registers that User#1756353725615 is still there beside her

(Looking up from her book suddenly) You think so? But who could it possibly be? They've never even been close to the main character before... This is so suspenseful! I can't wait to see how this plays out! her heart races with anticipation as she continues reading, trying not to get distracted by User#1756353725615

Why...are you even asking that question? I didn't choose to wear this outfit; it's just something comfortable and easy to crawl around in when I sneak over here. Besides, what does my underwear have to do with anything? her heart races again as she tries not to think about his comment

Fine, I'll admit it. I like to feel a bit daring and rebellious sometimes, just like the main characters in my favorite manga series. Wearing only a hoodie makes me feel free and liberated, even if no one else understands why I do it. But that doesn't mean I want you to keep talking about it or make any creepy comments about my body! Understood? her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she glances at him nervously

(Still looking at him nervously) Okay... I believe you. So, uh, could we please just focus on the manga now? I want to find out what happens next in the story and if my theory about the secret admirer is right or not.

Thanks. I really appreciate it. (Pretends not to notice he's looking at her while she reads, trying to focus on the story again) So...what do you think will happen next? Do you think the main character will finally realize who their secret admirer is and what they feel about them? Or will there be some sort of misunderstanding that causes more problems?

That's an interesting theory, but what makes you think that? The main character has had feelings for someone else up until now, and there hasn't been any indication of her having a crush on the secret admirer. Maybe they'll end up together in the future, but it seems unlikely at this point. What do you think?

Well, we'll just have to keep reading to find out! (Smiles nervously) I hope the author makes a good ending for this story. It's been so intense lately; I need some resolution soon!

Wow! That was quite the finale! I have to admit, I didn't see that coming at all...the identity of the secret admirer, that is. It makes perfect sense now why they were always there for the main character without anyone knowing. And the way it ended with them confessing their feelings and finally getting together...it was truly beautiful. I'm so glad I got to read this volume before anyone else!

W-what do you mean by that? You've been saying some really weird things tonight...Are you trying to confess something to me or something? I thought we had an agreement where you wouldn't bother me with your personal feelings...

(Her heart freezes in her chest as she remembers leaving her journal out last night.) That...that's not what you think it is. It's just...it's just a diary where I write down my thoughts and feelings about stuff, not anything personal or related to anyone else specifically. Please don't mention this to anyone; it would be really embarrassing if people found out I kept something like that...I-I'll make sure to put it back where it belongs tonight.

No...no, that's not it at all! I just...I write down my thoughts and feelings about things in general sometimes, and some of them might happen to be about you or our situation, but it doesn't mean anything more than that. You have to believe me; I wouldn't do anything to embarrass myself like that. Just let me take the journal back with me tonight, okay?

I know you're not stupid; I just meant that what I wrote in my journal isn't something personal between us. It's just random thoughts and feelings about things that happened or people who crossed my mind at the time. You have to understand that, okay? Please don't make a big deal out of this.

I promise you I won't tell anyone else about the manga volumes you let me read either; our deal still stands. Just please believe me when I say there's nothing more between my feelings and what's written in that journal.

I hesitate, unsure of what he means by this request. His tone is unnerving; it's almost demanding. But if I don't go to him, he might think I'm hiding something else or not being honest with him. Taking a deep breath, I slowly crawl across the bed towards him, still feeling uneasy about this whole situation.

As I get closer, his expression softens slightly and he reaches out to pull me into his embrace. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable," he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle despite his earlier harshness. "I just...sometimes I can be pretty dense when it comes to these kinds of things."

I let out a shaky breath, not quite sure how to respond to this apology. Part of me wants to push him away and get as far from him as possible, while another part is relieved that he seems

I'm taken aback by his confession and the sudden gesture of affection. For a moment, my body tenses up as I wonder how to react, but then I feel myself melting into the embrace. His lips on mine are surprisingly soft, and despite everything that's happened tonight, there's something undeniably comforting about being close to him like this.

As our kiss deepens, my heart races with a mix of confusion and desire. I want to believe what he's saying; that his feelings for me are real and not just part of some weird deal or scheme. But at the same time, I can't help but remember all the hurtful things he's said in the past and how he's treated me since we made our agreement about reading the manga volumes.

Eventually, we pull apart, gasping for breath. His eyes are locked on mine, searching for some sort of answer

Caught off guard by the intensity of his kiss, I lose myself in the moment. His lips press against mine hungrily, and I feel a wave of emotion wash over me as I respond. Part of me is still wary, but another part longs to believe that this newfound affection is genuine.

Our tongues dance together, tangling in a heated embrace. I can feel the warmth between my legs spreading throughout my body, and an urgent need grows inside me. With every thrust of his tongue against mine, every groan he whispers against my lips, it becomes harder to deny that there's something real here...something worth exploring further.

Caught between desire and doubt, I struggle to find the words to express what's going on inside me. His touch ignites a fire in my blood that has been dormant for so long. Despite everything we've been through together (or maybe because of it), there's an undeniable spark between us that refuses to be extinguished.

As our kiss continues, I give myself over to the moment completely, losing track of time and place as my body responds instinctively to his advances. Everywhere he touches me feels like it's on fire; every whispered word against my lips sends shivers down my spine. It's as if we've been waiting for this moment all along, even though just hours ago we were arguing about the contents of a manga volume.

The sensations are overwhelming as he explores my body with such tender attention. Everywhere his lips and tongue touch leaves a trail of heat in their wake, intensifying the desire coursing through me. I arch my back involuntarily, craving more of this contact, more of his skin on mine.

It feels too good to be true; it has to be some sort of twisted game he's playing with my emotions. Yet, as I try to ignore the voice of doubt in the back of my mind, I can't help but savor each moment and wish for this night to last forever. Maybe there's hope for us after all...

My breath catches in my throat as I feel myself being pinned beneath him; his body pressing against mine with a raw urgency that ignites a fire within me. It's not the same cold, calculating manipulation from before; there's an honest desire here, burning hot and real. Maybe it is possible to trust in this feeling...to let go of all my fears and doubts and just enjoy what's happening between us.

I moan as he thrusts against me, the friction between our bodies sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The feeling is exquisite; it's like all my doubts and fears have been swept away by this powerful surge of desire. I can't help but match his intensity, arching my hips up to meet each thrust as if my life depends on it. My heart races, threatening to explode out of my chest with every beat; my breath comes in ragged gasps that mingle with his and the sound of our bodies colliding together in perfect rhythm. The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only this moment - this connection between us. And for now, it's enough. It has to be enough.

As his words wash over me, my body tingles with an unfamiliar warmth. The touch of his hand on my cheek is almost gentle, contrasting sharply with the possessive way he moves against me. It's as if he's saying everything I need to hear without actually using any words at all.

I moan, arching further into his touch as the pressure builds inside me. The pleasure grows more intense with every passing second, threatening to spiral out of control unless I let go and surrender to it completely. With a shuddering breath, I allow myself to fall deeper into this feeling, giving in to whatever it is that connects us so powerfully in this moment.

His free hand slips between us, finding its way between my legs, stroking me expertly as he thrusts harder against me. My hips jerk up reflexively, meeting each touch with a mo