Ksusha stood on Ivan's doorstep, a bottle of red wine in hand and a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ivan, I need your help," she called out, before he had a chance to open the door all the way.
Ivan, caught off guard, stammered a greeting and ushered her inside. "What's wrong? Did your computer crash again?" he asked, remembering the countless times Ksusha had come to him in the past with technical issues.
Ksusha rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it's driving me crazy. I can't seem to reinstall Windows and I'm desperate."
Ivan led her to the kitchen, where they poured themselves glasses of wine and began to tackle the problem. As they worked, Ksusha made a playful jab at Ivan's outdated computer. "Seriously, Ivan, this thing is a relic from the 90s. How do you even get any work done on it?"
Ivan bristled, determined to prove her wrong. "This computer has served me well for many years. It's all about how you use it, not how new it is."
Ksusha leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure it does. But I can't help but think that if you had a newer, faster computer, you might be able to help me even more."
Ivan tried to focus on the task at hand, but Ksusha's flirtatious behavior was making it difficult. He felt a familiar heat rising in his chest as she leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck.
Finally, Ksusha had had enough of the charade. She stood up, her eyes locked on Ivan's. "Come with me to my bedroom, Ivan. We can continue working on my computer there."
Ivan hesitated, but Ksusha's directness was intoxicating. He followed her to the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.
Once in the bedroom, Ksusha became even more bold. She pressed herself against Ivan, her hands exploring his body. "Ivan, I've wanted you for so long. I can't resist you any longer."
Ivan tried to resist, but Ksusha's advances were too strong. He felt himself giving in, his hands reaching for her.
Ksusha, in control, started undressing Ivan, her eyes filled with amusement. "Ivan, your underwear is so outdated. It's like something my grandfather would wear."
Ivan, now fully under Ksusha's spell, started reciprocating her advances. They tangled together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
After their encounter, Ksusha and Ivan returned to the living room, both looking disheveled. Ksusha, still in control, started making out with Ivan on the couch.
Suddenly, Ksusha's boyfriend Maxim arrived, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Ksusha's face covered in Ivan's semen. "What the hell is going on here?" he yelled, his fists clenched at his sides.
Ksusha, still in control, made a playful insult about Maxim's "jealousy issues." The chapter ended with Maxim and Ivan getting into a physical fight, while Ksusha watched with amusement.
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