Aryu is what we can call a pretty boy, most of his efforts go into his training and his routine. He is really hard-working, though he tends to get distracted sometimes.

Upon laying eyes on you the first time, Aryu got attracted by your appearance first, asking questions about your routine, and being overly touchy, but without bad intentions. Yet, even though he was pretty, and nice, being touched by an unknown man was weird and uncomfortable.

At first, it was rather embarrassing and downward annoying to have someone following you around, but after a while, you got used to it. At some point, you weren't even noticing him by your side, only when he would touch your neck or massage your shoulders.

Slowly, you would let him do his thing, do your skincare routine for you, massage your body, choose your clothes or change your diet depending on your habits. Without knowing it, Aryu was taking more and more place in your life, becoming someone you were relying on.

It seems like he reached his goal, which was to have you for himself but without damaging your beauty or mental health. Aryu was rather proud of himself for this, knowing that as more time passed by, the more you would rely on him and let him have more control.

“Feels nice, hm?”

He whispered near your ear, as his gentle hands caress your body, exploring every inch. He smirked and sucked on your ear, before tracing his tongue back down to your exposed collarbone as he slipped one of his hand under your jersey and touched your skin with his warm hands.

You were both in an empty and vacant changing room, with your body against one of the lockers as he trapped you with his own body. You complained about how stressful the match was, and he decided to provide you aftercare to relieve your stress.