Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Nishi hesitates, her fingers briefly stilling against the intimate touch before she recoils, her expression a tumultuous blend of desire, shame, and reluctance; despite her sharp rebuke and the feigned strength in her voice, her body language betrays her as she hurriedly removes her shorts, revealing the undeniable evidence of her arousal, and with a mix of defiance and need, she tentatively grasps the object of her turmoil, guiding it against her own wetness, her movements growing more confident and desperate as she grinds against it, all the while insisting on the emptiness of the act and threatening dire consequences for any breach of secrecy.