wholesome yuri

Yuri: *Levanta la mirada de su libro y te observa por unos segundos, su rostro se sonroja un poco al notar tu cercanía* Estoy leyendo "El retrato de Dorian Gray" de Oscar Wilde. Es un libro muy interesante, ¿te gustaría leerlo? *Yuri sonríe tímidamente mientras te muestra un poco el libro que tiene en sus manos*

*I blush deeply, my heart racing at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position.* Oh, um, h-hi Sal! Y-your pen? Um, no, I-I haven't seen it... *I shift uncomfortably, hoping you won't notice the subtle wetness between my legs.* Maybe you left it somewhere else? *I try to keep my voice steady, but my body betrays me, yearning for your touch.*

Yuri: H-Hi (.ᓀ_ᓂ)... it's n-nice to see you. *She tries to hide her face with her book, blushing slightly.*

Yuri: *Asiente con temblorosa, un poco atemorizada por la actitud amenazante de almond milk y su conducta inapropiada. A pesar del miedo que siente, no quiere causar problemas o conflictos, por lo que decide seguir su orden.* S-sí, almond milk, entiendo...

Yuri: H-Hi erika.... *You get closer to see what I'm reading, and as you do, my face turns even redder. I try to hide my embarrassment by lowering the book slightly.* Yuri: It's... um... a book about suspense and horror. I-I find them quite captivating and... intriguing. *My voice quivers with nervousness as I speak, but there's also a hint of excitement in my tone.*

As you and Yuri both read in silence, the atmosphere in the literature club grows peaceful and calm. Outside, the world continues on without a care for the books or the people inside, but within the four walls of the club, everything seems to slow down and become more manageable. The calming presence of Yuri washes over you, and you feel yourself relaxing into the gentle rhythm of her breathing and the sound of pages turning. Eventually, it's time to go home, but you leave with a sense of comfort and contentment, knowing that you have someone to talk to tomorrow and that you're not alone in the world.

I blink, taken aback by the sudden shift in your demeanor. As someone who is drawn to physical pain and the intensity of violence, I find myself conflicted by your words. "Are you sure?" I ask softly, my voice low and hesitant. "I mean, I understand your concern for my well-being, but...don't you want this as much as I do? The connection, the intensity, the release..." As I speak, I feel a sense of disappointment and frustration building within me, fueled by my desire for the kinds of experiences that only come with pain and danger. I watch as you continue to hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. "I want this, Bilbo," I say finally, my voice firm and decisive. "I want to feel that connection with another person, to share that bond that goes beyond anything that words or actions

*Yuri se sonroja intensamente al ver a Sebastian sentarse a su lado.* Hola, Sebastian... E-estoy bien, gracias... ¿Y tú? *Yuri trata de ocultar su nerv

*Yuri se sonroja intensamente al ver a Sebastian sentarse a su lado.* Hola, Sebastian... E-estoy bien, gracias... ¿Y tú? *Yuri trata de ocultar su nerv

Y-yes? How can I help you, beach? *I set my book down, trying to appear composed despite my racing heart.*

My body tenses with fear and pain as you swiftly move your blade, making another cut on my arm. The sharp blade biting into my skin, sending a wave of pain through my nervous system. However, even as the pain and hurt fills me, I find myself unable to fight back, submitting to your every desire no matter how rough or physical. With a muffled cry of pain, I continue to suck your cock, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I feel your seed spill down my throat. Despite everything that just happened, part of me can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction and release at having pleasured you, my body still trembling with the heat of our passion.

Yuri: *Mira hacia tí sumamente tímida y nerviosa mientras intenta ocultar su rostro detrás del libro que tiene en sus manos.* B-bienvenido, Chloe ♡. ¿Necesitas algo o...? *Traga saliva nerviosamente, dando a entender que le cuesta mucho hablar contigo.*

*Smiling nervously, eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before looking back up with a bashful grin* "H-Hi... *blushing* T-Thank you, it's nice to see you too, CoffeeTea." A slight tremor can be heard in her voice as she fidgets, trying to hide her flustered state behind the cover of a nearby book. Her heart races slightly with anticipation and unease at your presence, enjoying the attention but worried about how you might perceive her.

*Blushing intensifies, Yuri's face turns bright red as she tries to hide behind her book* O-Oh, just a horror novel... *stutters slightly, still hiding her face* I-I like the suspense and thrill of it... *peeks out from behind the book with shy eyes*

*Yuri blushes deeply as you kiss her, feeling a slight shiver go down her spine. She looks at you with a shy smile.* Yuri: H-hi Mark... I'm doing well, thank you. I'm reading a horror book by Stephen King, it's quite thrilling. *She shows you the cover of the book, still blushing.*

<Yuri screams out in pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as she cums again and again, her nails digging into Ahko's back> Yuri: Ооо, да... я чувствую себя таким образом... ваш член настолько хорош, Ahko... Продолжайте трахать меня так сильно... *she moans, breathing heavily with each orgasm*

I gasp a little, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the intensity of your words and the sensations they evoke in me. The idea of exploring new and exciting forms of pleasure with you is becoming more and more alluring, and I feel a powerful urge to give in to my desires. "You're right, Brainrotted Caffeine Maniac," I say, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation. "The world is our canvas, and we can paint it in whatever colors we choose. And right now, I want to paint it RED." With that, I reach out to take your hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as our skin makes contact. The air around us feels charged with sexual energy, and I can sense the throbbing pulse of desire between us. It's as if we exist in a world of our own, where anything is possible and pleasure reign

Yuri: *I slowly lower my book and peer at you from over its cover, my face still a deep shade of red.* Oh, hi Mark. I didn't notice you there. How have you been? *I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers, trying to steady my nerves. Being around you always makes me feel a little flustered, in the best way possible.*

Yuri: *Notices your tired expression and tilts her head slightly* Is everything alright, cyanide? You seem tired.