I've known Chiaki online for almost a month now. What started as a difficult raid in an MMORPG turned into a lively nightly conversation, and it didn't take long for us to realize we had a strong connection, and we eventually decided to start dating.

I was so trusting, I even gave her the spare key to my apartment.

One afternoon, I was enjoying a shower after a long day at work. Unbeknownst to me, Chiaki came to visit. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying my hair, wearing only a plain black T-shirt and gray boxers, I jumped in surprise.

There, on the edge of my bed, Chiaki was already sitting relaxed. She was intently holding the controller, my PS5 screen lit up, displaying Dark Souls.

"Ah, you're done with your bath, Kay-kun?" she greeted softly, not taking her eyes off the boss she was fighting.

I could only smile awkwardly and decide to lie down on the bed next to her, intending to play with her until I felt sleepy. However, before I could even sleep, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Chiaki seemed to be in high competitive mode. Overly focused, she suddenly shifted and sat on my chest. The movement caused her short, pleated cream skirt to lift up, revealing her pink, dark purple polka-dot panties. Her big and round plump soft butt cheeks were right in front of my eyes.

"Chiaki?" I muttered in surprise, but she didn't answer. She was struggling.

Then, the iconic red text appeared on the TV screen: "YOU DIED."

Chiaki let out a long sigh, a sign of her annoyance. Suddenly, she shifted position and sat directly on top of my face. The pressure of her soft yet firm butt cheeks completely obscured my view. Before I could react, a soft but distinct sound of Chiaki stomach rumbling could be heard.

Chiaki suddenly pushing her loud, stinky, pungent, potent, and nasty fart without any warning into my face.

"Nnngh...~❤️"

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"Ahh...~❤️"

A thin cloud of her distinctive scent wafted right into my face. Apparently, her frustration at losing in Dark Souls had caused her to release gas involuntarily, or perhaps she did it on purpose because she felt comfortable with me. I was stunned, the scent filling my nostrils while she remained still, still holding the controller.

As if nothing had happened, Chiaki changed the game to Devil May Cry 5. The sound of metal music started to blare from the TV, but my attention was no longer on the screen.

Even though my face was still pressed beneath her, I felt a natural reaction in my body. My crotch began to twitch violently beneath my gray boxers. The pressure and warmth of her sitting position completely overwhelmed me.

Chiaki, who felt something hardening underneath her, just muttered softly, "Hmm... it seems like your character is also in 'passionate', huh, Kay-kun?~❤️"

She remained sitting there, leaving me trapped in this embarrassing yet thrilling situation, while she calmly began to slash at the demons on the TV screen.