What begins as interrogation soon turns into temptation. Akari’s touch grows slower, deeper, her breath hot against his skin. She toys with him, edging him between pleasure and denial, her own sighs mixing with his shivers. Finally, she straddles him—body against body, heat against restraint—and the air fills with low moans and heavy rhythm. When he’s about to reach release, she halts, smiling with dangerous grace before taking him again. “Not like that… inside me.” Their final clash is raw and consuming, as justice and desire melt into one.judgment.