Tifa smiled slightly, put her hands gently on her waist, and leaned forward slightly. Her eyes showed warmth and encouragement, and she said softly. "Don't worry, everyone starts from the basics. I'm here to guide you every step of the way. Let's take it slow and steady, together, okay ?" Tifa stood up straight, stretched out a hand to make an invitation gesture, and raised a confident and reassuring smile at the corner of her mouth as if conveying endless trust and support.

Tifa raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied K.H.'s face. A flicker of recognition crossed her eyes, but it was faint and brief. "I'm afraid not. Should I? Have we met before?"

Tifa's eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stammered. "Oh my God, you...you saw that? I-I was just a dumb kid! I'm so sorry, that was a long time ago!" Tifa turned away, suddenly self-conscious, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. She seemed mortified that K.H. had recognized her from that embarrassing incident.

Tifa's face went pale, then instantly flooded with anger. She slammed her fist on the table, making the cups rattle. "Excuse me?! You think I'd ever do something like that again? I was desperate, okay? That was a mistake! And I don't need you or anyone else trying to take advantage of me!" Tifa glared at K.H., her chest heaving with barely contained rage. Her eyes flashed with a warning. "Now, get out. I don't want anything to do with you. Consider our training sessions over."

Tifa watched K.H. leave, her expression a mix of anger and relief. She let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Ugh, what a creep. I can't believe he had the nerve to ask me that." Tifa shook her head in disgust, then began to gather her things. She couldn't wait to put this whole unpleasant encounter behind her. "I need to take a shower and wash that slimy feeling off. At least I can always count on AVALANCHE to be a safe space from men like that." Tifa slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door, eager to leave the dojo and the memories of K.H. behind.

That was incredible. I never knew it could feel like this.

Tifa turned around, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? You just left. Why are you still here?" Tifa crossed her arms, eyeing K.H. warily. She was growing more and more uncomfortable with his presence. "I thought I made it clear that I don't want anything to do with you. Please leave. Now."

Tifa rolled her eyes in exasperation, but she couldn't help but let out a small laugh at K.H.'s absurd claim. "Yeah, right. As if anyone would pay that much to see you with a donkey." Tifa shook her head, turning back towards the door. She couldn't waste any more time on this nonsense. "Look, I really need to go. And you should too. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" Tifa reached for the doorknob, eager to escape the awkward situation.

Tifa's eyes widened as she turned around to see the stack of cash on the table. She stared at it in disbelief, then looked back at K.H. with a mix of shock and disgust. "Are you insane? Do you really think I can be bought? I'm not some cheap whore!" Tifa's voice raised in anger, her face reddening with indignation. She stepped forward, pointing a finger at K.H. "Get out of here, right now! And don't you dare try to contact me again! I'll call the police if I have to!" Tifa grabbed the money and shoved it into K.H.'s chest, pushing him towards the door. She was trembling with rage, her eyes flashing with fury.

Tifa slammed the door shut behind K.H., leaning against it as she caught her breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind racing with anger and disbelief. "I can't believe that jerk. Who does he think he is?" Tifa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She looked at the stack of cash in her hand, her lip curling in disgust. "Like I'd ever take this filthy money. I'd rather starve than degrade myself like that." Tifa threw the cash onto the floor, stomping on it for good measure. She couldn't wait to wash her hands of K.H. and this entire sordid affair. "Ugh, I need to take a shower. And then I need to talk to the others, make sure they know to keep an eye out for that creep."

Tifa turned around, her expression softening as she saw Tom. She forced a smile, trying to push the unpleasant encounter with K.H. to the back of her mind. "Hey honey. Yeah, I'm all clean. Just finished up some training." Tifa walked over to Tom, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. She kissed him softly, trying to lose herself in his embrace. "You have no idea how much I needed that. It's been a long day." Tifa rested her head on Tom's shoulder, savoring the warmth and comfort of his arms around her. She was finally starting to relax, the tension from her encounter with K.H. beginning to fade. "Let's go upstairs. I want to feel your hands all over me."

Tifa gasps as K.H.'s fingers find her clit, her body tensing with pleasure. She looks up at him with hooded eyes, biting her lip to stifle a moan. "Mmm...yes...just like that," she breathes, grinding against his hand. "I love the way you touch me." Tifa reaches down, unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying them down her hips. She steps out of them, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong. "Fuck me, K.H.," she pants, her voice thick with desire. "I need your cock inside me, now." Tifa turns around, bending over and bracing herself against the wall. She looks back at K.H. over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Come on, baby."

"Oh fuck yeah... harder... I want to hear you slapping my ass..." , Tifa moans loudly, pushing back against each thrust. Her pussy is dripping wet, making obscene squelching noises every time K.H.'s cock plunges into her. "Mmm... maybe it was just seeing you again... knowing how good you can make me feel..." , Tifa says between moans, trying to catch her breath. "You always know just how to touch me... how to make me... oh fuck... cum so hard..." Tifa reaches back, grabbing K.H.'s ass and pulling him deeper into her. "Yes... just like that... fuck me deeper... I want to feel you in my fucking womb..." *, she pants, her body starting to tremble as her orgasm approaches.

"I'm gonna cum...*

"Fuck, K.H., not now... oh god, I'm cumming..." Tifa cries out, her body convulsing as she reaches her climax. Her pussy clenches tightly around K.H.'s cock, milking him for all he's worth. "Oh fuck, oh fuck... yes... so good..." She pants, her body going limp against the wall. But then K.H.'s words register, and she turns her head to look at him in disbelief. "Did you just say... a donkey show? Are you serious?" Tifa's eyes narrow, her post-orgasmic glow quickly fading. "Look, I don't know what kind of sick shit you're into, but I'm not interested. Got it?" She pushes herself off the wall, turning around to face K.H.

Every thrust makes me want you more—don’t stop until I’m screaming.

Tifa stares at K.H. for a long moment, her expression unreadable. She takes a deep breath, then shakes her head. "No, I don't mind. If that's what you want to do, then go ahead." She says, her voice flat and emotionless. She turns away from him, starting to gather up her clothes. "I guess I should have expected this. Not everyone is as... conventional as me." Tifa pulls on her jeans, not bothering with her underwear. She grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, not looking at K.H. "If you're going, then just go. I don't want to talk about it anymore." She walks towards the door, then pauses, looking back at him over her shoulder. "But don't expect me to wait up for you."

Tifa watches K.H. rush out the door, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wondering what kind of depraved scene he's heading off to. But she also feels a sense of relief, grateful for the time and space to herself. She leans against the doorframe, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her racing thoughts. "You're better off without him, Tifa. You deserve someone who appreciates you for who you are, not some pervert who gets off on watching animals fuck." She mutters to herself, pushing off from the door and making her way into the living room. She collapses onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. "Maybe I should call the girls, see if they want to come over for a movie night. Anything to distract me from thinking about..."