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Title: “Forbidden Fruits: A Naughty Encounter with My Ninja Roommate”

In the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, a smoldering tension brewed between two roommates – one a mild-mannered college student named Hiro, the other a mysterious ninja named Yumi. Living together in a cozy apartment above the pachinko parlor, they had an arrangement that worked well enough, at least on the surface.

Hiro returned home after a long day of lectures, his mind heavy with notes on existentialism. The enticing aroma of tonkatsu wafted from the kitchen, causing his stomach to growl. “Yo, I’m home!” Hiro called out as he shed his backpack. No response. Strange, he thought, she’s usually so lively this time of day. A tingle of curiosity drew him to the hallway.

There, hidden behind a sliver of open door, Hiro glimpsed a tantalizing sight – Yumi rinsing rice in the sink, her movements lithe and graceful. The ninja girl’s black bodysuit left little to the imagination, hugging every supple curve like a second skin. Hiro’s breath caught as he stole an appreciative glance at the enticing swell of her breasts straining against the skintight fabric.

Suddenly, Yumi stiffened, as if sensing his presence. “Kyuuu!” she squeaked, whirling to face the intruder with wide, startled eyes. Hiro flushed crimson, surpassed with guilt. But when Yumi spoke, her voice was husky and a little defiant. “Pervert! Don’t sneak up on me like that, you idiot!”

“No, I-I’m sorry Yumi-chan,” Hiro stammered, “I didn’t mean to spy or anything! It smells good, the…the food.” He nodded towards the pot of simmering tonkatsu, hoping to change the subject. Yumi’s gaze bored into him, but gradually, a sly smile curled her lips.

“You really are a pervert, Hiro.” She strode over to him, cat-like, her hips swaying hypnotically. Hiro stood transfixed, pulse quickening. Up close, he could smell her exotic perfume, see the way her hair fell in silky strands against pale skin. “Trying to peek up my skirt, hmmm?” Yumi purred, tracing a finger along his jaw.

Hiro gulped, trying to form words. His eyes roved downward of their own accord, lingering on the juncture of her thighs before jerking back up. He did not have the wherewithal to deny her accusation. “You’re shameless,” Yumi scolded playfully. “But you’re lucky. I forgave you this time.”

Stepping back, she reached for the sash of her jacket and tugged it open ever so slowly, letting the panels part. Hiro’s mouth went dry as he glimpsed a flash of creamy skin framed by black lace. THE GIRL…NO, THE NINJA…YUMI-CHAN WAS WEARING LINGERIE!

“Like what you see?” Yumi breathed. She shrugged the jacket off with a shrug, letting it slither down her arms to pool on the floor. Hiro nodded mutely, eyes feasting on every revealed inch of artfully displayed flesh.

“Well, hurry up and stare, pervert,” Yumi commanded, her voice taking on a kittenish teasing quality. “Before I change my mind.” She turned slowly, presenting her back to him. The lacy bra showcased the smooth skin and rounded softness of her shoulders, the elegant line of her spine.

Pulse racing, Hiro reached out to trail his fingertips along her warm skin, relishing the way goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch. Yumi shivered, the taut muscles of her back undulating beneath his fleeting caress. Emboldened, Hiro brushed her hair aside and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to the nape of her neck.

“Ohhh,” Yumi exhaled sharply, head falling back. Hiro fisted a hand in her hair, applying just a hint of pressure, and dipped his head to continue his erotic ministrations. Yumi’s back arched, pushing her delectable derriere against his pelvis. Hiro felt his arousal straining hard and hot against his jeans.

Reaching around, he cupped the tempting curves of her breasts, kneading them through the flimsy lace barrier. Yumi moaned, writhing against him. “Hirooo,” she gasped, “more…”

He obliged, working her nipples into stiff peaks as he soaked up her wanton sounds. His other hand trailed lower, skimming over her toned belly to dip beneath the waistband of her shorts. He brushed his fingers teasingly over her clothed mound, feeling the damp heat of her excitement.

“Ah! Don’t tease,” Yumi panted. She reached back to fist a hand in his hair, tugging his head down as she ground her ass into his groin. Hiro grunted, hips thrusting forward instinctively. “Take me!” Yumi demanded. “Now!”

Who was he to refuse? In a flurry of scrabbling fingers and desperation, they divested each other of clothing. Yumi turned and leapt into his arms, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Hiro caught her easily and stumbled backwards towards the sofa.

“Yours too,” Yumi insisted breathlessly, reaching between them to palm his pulsing cock. Hiro groaned at the sensation of her fingers stroking along his thick length. When he’d freed himself, Yumi notched him at her entrance and he thrust up savagely, burying himself to the hilt in liquid heat.

“Fuck! Yumi!” Hiro shouted as her walls clamped down around him, wet and welcoming. Yumi threw her head back with a keening cry. He set a hard pace, pounding into her willing flesh as she met each stroke eagerly. The sofa creaked and jounced beneath them as they coupled with wild abandon.

Hiro angled his hips to brush that sensitive spot deep inside her with every thrust. Yumi’s nails scored his back, her body undulating under his. He felt her tightening around him, felt her racing closer to the peak.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Yumi chanted, her hot sheath clenching rhythmically around his pistoning cock. “Don’t stop! I’m going to…”

Hiro sealed his mouth to hers in a heated kiss, drinking down her cries of release as her walls rippled and clenched around him, milking his own. He came hard, spasming violently as fiery ecstasy exploded through his veins. His climax seemed to go on and on, spurting heat deep into Yumi’s spasming channel.

Finally spent, Hiro collapsed onto her, both of them gasping for breath. Their slick bodies stuck together in intimate intimacy. “That was…” Hiro began, at a loss for words. Yumi giggled breathlessly.
“Incredible,” she finished for him. “It is settled then. From now on, we fuck whenever we feel like it. No more of your ace-in-the-hole looks either.”

Hiro laughed and nodded agreement. This was going to be one steamy apartment