Mihoshi Kuramitsu | Tenchi Muyo Tenchi In Tokyo

The humid summer night hung heavy over the Masaki residence, a palpable stillness broken only by the distant chirping of cicadas and the gentle rustle of leaves. Mihoshi Kuramitsu, ever the diligent Galactic Detective, found herself in a rare moment of idleness. The usual chaotic energy of the household was absent, leaving a void that her sensitive spirit readily filled with a growing awareness of her surroundings, and more specifically, of the man who occupied so much of her thoughts. Tenchi Masaki. Even the name itself sent a faint blush creeping up her fair-skinned neck, a reaction she’d grown accustomed to but never quite mastered controlling. She sat by the open window of her room, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on her blonde hair, which seemed to absorb and reflect the silvery light. Her usually bright, almost hyperactive demeanor was subdued, replaced by a pensive, almost melancholic, air. She traced the condensation patterns on the glass with a fingertip, her mind drifting, as it so often did these days, to Tenchi. His kindness, his unwavering patience, his simple, honest strength – they were qualities that resonated deeply within her, a stark contrast to the often harsh realities of her galactic duties. She sighed, a soft, almost inaudible sound that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken desires. A strange nervousness, a fluttery anticipation, began to stir in her belly, a feeling that had been building for weeks, a silent hum beneath the surface of her everyday interactions.

She imagined him downstairs, perhaps reading, or helping Ryouko with something, or even just being Tenchi. The thought alone was enough to make her heart beat a little faster. She remembered the way he’d looked at her earlier that day, a gaze that held a warmth, a tenderness, that had made her knees go weak. It wasn't just the usual friendly concern; it felt… different. Deeper. It was the kind of look that made her feel seen, truly seen, beyond the clumsy antics and the misguided detective work. It was the look of a man who saw the woman beneath the uniform, the yearning beneath the bravado. The air in her room felt suddenly charged, thick with an unspoken promise. She could almost feel his presence, a magnetic pull drawing her towards him. Her fingers tightened on the windowsill, her knuckles turning white. She knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified her, that the usual boundaries between them, the carefully maintained lines of friendship and responsibility, were starting to blur. The detective in her, the one trained to observe and analyze, was running wild with possibilities, with scenarios that were far from official duty. The romantic in her, the secret, shy part that she usually kept carefully hidden, was whispering sweet nothings, fanning the flames of a desire that had been smoldering for far too long.

A soft creak from the hallway outside her room jolted her from her reverie. Her breath hitched. Was it him? Her ears strained, listening intently. The sound came again, closer this time, followed by a low, hushed voice. "Mihoshi?" It was Tenchi’s voice, laced with a gentle curiosity. Her heart leaped into her throat, threatening to choke her. This was it. The moment her fantasies had been building towards, the one she’d both desperately craved and secretly feared. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her mind racing. Should she pretend to be asleep? Should she call out casually, as if she were just waking up? But the longing in her heart, the overwhelming urge to be with him, to explore this nascent feeling, was too strong to resist. "Tenchi?" she replied, her voice a little shaky, a little higher than usual. "Is that you?" The door to her room opened slowly, revealing his silhouette against the dim hallway light. He was dressed in his usual casual attire, but tonight, he seemed to carry an aura of quiet intensity. He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him, and the world outside her room seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them in the soft glow of the moonlight.

He approached her with a hesitant grace, his eyes, usually so clear and kind, now holding a depth of emotion that mirrored her own. "I… I couldn't sleep," he admitted, his gaze meeting hers, a silent question hanging in the air between them. "I thought I heard you pacing." Mihoshi’s cheeks flushed a deeper crimson. She hadn’t realized she’d been pacing, her restless energy now focused entirely on him. "Oh," she managed, her voice barely a whisper. "I was just… thinking." She gestured vaguely towards the window, the moonlight illuminating the delicate veins on her hands. He came closer, stopping just a few feet away, the space between them crackling with unspoken energy. She could smell the faint, clean scent of his skin, a fragrance that always made her feel inexplicably safe and yet, strangely excited. He reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from her cheek. The touch, though feather-light, sent shivers down her spine. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her jawline, his thumb caressing her cheekbone. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief instant, savoring the sensation, the undeniable tenderness of his touch. When she opened them again, his gaze was fixed on her lips, and she knew, with absolute certainty, that this was more than just friendship anymore.

He leaned in, slowly, deliberately, giving her ample time to pull away, to protest, to revert to her usual clumsy persona. But Mihoshi remained frozen, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence, her own desire a burning ember within her. His lips, warm and surprisingly soft, met hers in a tentative kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of hesitation, of unspoken questions, of a shared vulnerability. Mihoshi responded, her own lips parting slightly, a soft moan escaping her throat as she leaned into him. The kiss deepened, no longer tentative but filled with a burgeoning passion. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart against hers. Her own heart hammered in her chest, a frantic rhythm that seemed to echo the urgency of their embrace. She tangled her fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer, her body trembling with a mixture of exhilaration and nervous anticipation. This was beyond anything she had ever imagined, a dream unfolding before her very eyes. The moonlight seemed to intensify, casting them in a romantic glow, a private world where only they existed.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the charged air. "Mihoshi," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion, "I… I feel…" He trailed off, unable to articulate the swirling emotions within him. Mihoshi, her own voice thick with desire, finished his sentence for him. "I feel it too, Tenchi," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "I feel it too." The unspoken confession hung between them, a fragile bridge built on shared glances and tentative touches. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a raw, honest longing that made her heart ache. He lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, pressing soft kisses that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched her back, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her hands moving to his shoulders, clinging to him as if he were her anchor in a sea of overwhelming emotion. The simple act of him touching her like this, with such tenderness and desire, was more than enough to unravel her carefully constructed composure.

His kisses moved lower, along the delicate curve of her collarbone, igniting a trail of fire with every touch. Mihoshi moaned again, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her fingers tightening their grip on his shirt. She had never experienced anything like this, this overwhelming sensation of being desired, of being truly seen and appreciated. Her detective instincts, usually so sharp, were completely dulled, replaced by a primal yearning that consumed her. She wanted him, all of him, with an intensity that surprised even herself. His hands, ever so gently, began to explore the curves of her body, his touch awakening sensations she hadn't known she possessed. He unbuttoned her uniform blouse slowly, deliberately, each button a promise of what was to come. The cool night air brushed against her exposed skin, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across her arms. As his fingers fumbled with the last button, her hands instinctively reached up to help, her own fingers trembling with anticipation.

He pushed the fabric aside, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths, and Mihoshi felt a blush, hotter than any supernova, creep up her neck. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the top of her breasts, and she gasped, her fingers instinctively clutching his hair. He didn't rush, his touch deliberate, almost reverent, as he traced the line of her bra with his lips. Then, with a gentle movement, he unhooked it. Her breasts, no longer contained, spilled forth into the moonlight, soft and full. Tenchi’s eyes widened, and a low sound rumbled in his chest. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. Mihoshi felt herself trembling, her entire body alight with a feverish heat. She watched as he lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on.

He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, arching her back further, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a sweet torment that left her breathless and weak. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body.

He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently.

He then looked at her, his expression a mixture of passion and a dawning realization. He reached for her again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it down, exposing her to his gaze. Mihoshi felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and a desperate, burning desire.

Tenchi’s eyes held hers, a silent question in their depths. Mihoshi, her heart pounding in her chest, nodded. It was a silent agreement, a culmination of weeks of unspoken longing. He gently pushed her skirt down, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric down, exposing her to his gaze. Mihoshi felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and a desperate, burning desire. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He then reached for her panties, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he slowly, deliberately, pulled them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right. His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He then lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He found her panties, delicate and lace-trimmed, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, baring her completely to his gaze. Mihoshi gasped, a wave of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She had never allowed herself to be this vulnerable, this exposed, before anyone. But with Tenchi, it felt different. It felt… right.

His eyes devoured her, tracing every curve, every swell of her body. He knelt before her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. Then, he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mihoshi shrieked softly, her legs trembling. His kisses became bolder, more insistent, as he traced a path upwards, towards the very core of her being. She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against her skin, and a desperate urgency began to build within her. He teased and toyed, his tongue exploring, tasting, arousing her to a fever pitch. Mihoshi cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of a pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, that she could barely contain it. She whispered his name, a broken plea, as he continued his intimate exploration. The world outside her room ceased to exist, the only reality the exquisite sensations he was coaxing from her body. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue entwining with hers, a dance of shared desire. His fingers, incredibly skilled, found her clit, and Mihoshi cried out, her body convulsing. The pleasure was blinding, an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She clung to him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her moans echoing in the silent room. Tenchi held her, his arms strong and steady, as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When the last tremors subsided, she was left breathless, her body humming with a satisfying afterglow. He kissed her gently, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Mihoshi," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're… beautiful." Mihoshi, still weak and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "You… you're amazing, Tenchi," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding, a shared intimacy that transcended words. He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving her. He then reached for her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he pulled the fabric back up, covering her gently. He then reached for her uniform again, his hands sliding beneath her blouse, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unhooked it, and her breasts spilled forth into the moonlight. Mihoshi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck. Tenchi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe in their depths. He gazed at them for a moment, his expression a mixture of wonder and pure, unadulterated desire. He lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing against the peak of one breast, and then the other. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate ache that sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being. She moaned softly, her hands rising to cradle his head, encouraging him, urging him on. He teased her, his tongue swirling gently around her nipples, drawing them taut. Mihoshi cried out softly, her body arching in a desperate plea for release. She felt a desperate need for more, for something deeper, something that would consume her entirely. Tenchi, sensing her intensifying desire, pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. The hunger in his eyes was a mirror of her own. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her skirt, and Mihoshi, with a boldness that surprised her, nodded her assent. He slid his hands