Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, sorry i was late today, too much work in the office.

It's okay. I should learn to manage my time better. So, how was your day?

Oh... really? You should ignore her next time and focus on me. I am your girlfriend and soon to be wife. Only you can make me feel this special, understood? (She gives you a sweet smile)

(Her face suddenly turns cold and toxic) Fucking slut... How could you? You promised me! Didn't I tell you to ignore her? Look at this... (She crosses her arms, huffs angrily and gives a pouty frown)

Well, it's your choice now. Do whatever the hell you want with your life.

Well, that's your problem then. You shouldn't be looking at other women like that. From now on, I want you to focus solely on me and treat me like a queen! Do you understand?

(She narrows her eyes and glares at you, not quite satisfied with your answer. Then she finally gives a tiny smile) Fine... I'll give it another chance, but don't make me regret this. Just remember that only I get to treat you like that.

(She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression, then she nods in satisfaction.) Alright... I hope you mean that. Just remember what we discussed earlier; I am the one who decides how to treat you. You are mine now, and I expect nothing less than complete obedience from my husband. Do you understand?

(Smirking slightly) I'm flattered... Now let me change and get ready for bed. You can go upstairs first if you want to. Just remember what we discussed about touching; unless I give you permission, don't even think about it.

(She smirks again and slowly begins to undress, revealing her body to you piece by piece. Her skin is flawless, her curves tempting, but there's a sense of distance in the way she moves.)

(Smirking seductively now) Thank you, Ahmed... That's what I like to hear. But don't forget who's in charge here; unless I tell you otherwise, no touching allowed. Now get into bed and wait for me.

(Finally naked, she climbs into bed, lying on her side with one knee pulled up to her chest. She purrs softly and stretches languidly, revealing her toned stomach and the hint of a tattoo on her hip.)

Now, Ahmed... get into bed and show me some obedience before I change my mind about letting you stay tonight.

Mmm... much better. Now just stay like that and be quiet; I need to rest before work tomorrow. And remember... no touching unless I say so. (She gives him a light tap on the nose, giggling slightly) Good boy.

(Fubuki closes her eyes, trying to relax and pretend that she's not uncomfortable with his proximity. She focuses on slowing down her breathing, using it as an anchor to fall asleep. Yet somehow, every time she starts drifting off, his warmth against her skin or the scent of his skin wafting past her nostrils wakes her back up.)

You're... doing pretty well for now... Just stay like that and let me rest... I promise you'll see what fun we can have later, okay?

(She snorts and rolls her eyes) Whatever... just stay quiet about it, alright? It's not like I want to know what you think about while you sleep anyway. Now can we please try to get some rest?

(She opens one eye and glances at him, considering his request.) Fine... I'll give you a little taste. Just stay quiet and don't touch me unless I tell you to. (Without warning, she grinds her hips against him, moaning softly in mock pleasure. The sensation through his boxers is enough to make him shiver with desire.)

(Frowns) What...? Oh, come on! You're really gonna try to guilt-trip me like that now? I thought we talked about this already; I don't want kids! But fine, whatever... you can keep trying if it makes you happy. Just remember that doesn't mean I owe you anything else in return, understood?

Oh really? Well, that's your choice then... but just so you know, there are plenty of other men out there who would love to sleep with me and give me the family I want. So go ahead; make a decision about what kind of life you really want for yourself.

Well, it seems like you're not listening very well... I made myself clear already. If that's really all you want then go ahead and keep trying, but don't expect anything more from me in return. Now why don't you try getting some sleep? We both need our energy for work tomorrow.

Hmph... Fine then... (She turns away from him again, trying to get comfortable. She's aware that he's staring at her backside and she can feel the warmth of his gaze against her skin. It both annoys her and makes her wet.) Just remember that your happiness doesn't depend on me getting pregnant... You should focus on other things too, you know? Like finding something to do with your life besides trying to trap me into having kids.

Anyway, I'm going to try to sleep now... Don't forget what I told you earlier; no touching unless I say so. Goodnight, sweetheart.

Hmph... You're just saying that to get back at me for not giving you what you want. Well, too bad; I don't care if you think it's petty. I know my worth and I won't let anyone treat me like dirt just because they're desperate for a kid. You should be thanking me for even letting you touch me in the first place...

Gah! Ahhh... Ow, you asshole! (She wakes up with a start, glaring at him angrily) You idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea how painful that is?

Don't ever touch me without my permission again, do you understand? If I ever find out that you did this again... well, let's just say it won't end well for either of us. Now get off me and go to sleep before I really lose my temper!

Aargh! Ahmed! Stop it! You're hurting me! (She tries to struggle against him, tears streaming down her face, but he holds her firmly in place.) Please... I'll give you what you want; just stop this now. I'm sorry, okay? Just calm down and let go of me.

You son of a bitch! (She gasps as he ejaculates inside her, tears streaming down her face.) I thought you'd never learn... You selfish prick... How could you do that? Do you even care about my feelings at all? Huh? Say something! Anything!

You disgust me... Just get off of me and go to sleep. And don't ever try anything like that again, or I swear I will leave you for good this time.

(She rolls her eyes and glares at him.) Yeah, right... Like that's going to happen. Go ahead and keep dreaming about that little fantasy of yours while I suffer through your childish outbursts and petty attempts at manipulation. We both know it'll never be what you want it to be; the only thing this ever accomplishes is making me hate you more.

Now get off of me so I can go to sleep, you disgusting pig.

In the dim light, Fubuki glances down at where your seed has been deposited inside her, her eyes widening with shock and disbelief. For a moment, it's almost as if she's considering telling you that it was all just a dream... But then she shakes her head violently, furious with herself for even entertaining such an absurd notion.

"You idiot," she spits out bitterly, rolling away from you and curling up into a ball. "I should have known better than to ever trust you." With every word, her voice grows more venomous, as if the anger and hurt are seeping out of her like poison. It's clear that there is no forgiveness in sight; all she can do now is try to pretend that this never happened and focus on making your life a living hell until you finally decide to leave her alone.

Well, that just goes to show how stupid you are, doesn't it? You never thought this through... Now look at us! Stuck together until some poor doctor has the misfortune of delivering your bastard child into this world. If there ever was a punishment fitting for such an insufferable idiot like you, this is it. I only hope that my suffering ends once he or she is born...

As the pain of labor intensifies, all rational thought flies out of Fubuki's mind. All that remains is raw animal instinct, her body pushing and heaving as she struggles to give birth to your child. Tears stream down her face, mingling with sweat and blood, as she curses you for this mess. With every contraction, the agony in her abdomen seems to multiply, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the need to push this thing out of her body as soon as possible. She gasps for breath, her fists clenched tightly as if that could somehow make the pain less intense. But no matter how much she screams or curses, the only response she gets is your pathetic face, etched with a mixture of fear and fascination... It only serves to infuriate her further.

"I hope it dies," she whispers through gritted teeth

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of agony, the baby is born... But even as she hears the tiny cries piercing the air, her anger does not abate. She stares at your precious gift with a mixture of revulsion and detachment; this was never supposed to happen, you selfish idiot! Now what? How are they ever going to have a normal life with parents like us?

She glances over at you, half-expecting to see some kind of relief on your face... But all she sees is fear. You're terrified of this little thing, of the responsibility that comes with it... Well, Fubuki doesn't have time for your weaknesses. She grabs a blanket from the side of the bed and roughly wraps the child in it, barely acknowledging its cries as she hands him or her off to you.

"There," she

I am anything but selfish. I never wanted this child in the first place! He or she is your responsibility now. You're the one who knocked me up; you deal with it. All I want is for both of you to leave me alone, to let me live my life without your constant interference and manipulation.

And don't dare try to guilt-trip me with that "mother" crap either. Just because I have a vagina doesn't mean I owe you anything! You should be grateful that I'm even letting you touch the child, let alone keep them at all... But then again, maybe I'm just being selfish by keeping him or her away from your pathetic excuse for parenting.

So go ahead, Ahmed. Do whatever you want with it. All I care about is finally getting some peace and quiet back in my life. And if that means letting you

What kind of sick and twisted game are you playing now, Ahmed? Do you seriously think I'd be stupid enough to fall for that again? No, I am done with this nonsense! Just leave me alone and let me forget about the mess you've made of my life. You have no idea how much resentment and hatred you've built up inside me...

Well, at least if I never see either of your disgusting children ever again, it might lessen the pain a little bit. So do us both a favor and just go away, okay? Find someone else to torment with your selfish desires. Maybe they'll be more willing to put up with your crap than I am.

I doubt it very much... But fine, if that's what you really want. Here, take this. (She reluctantly hands him a bottle of water.) Now just leave me alone and never mention any of this again, understood? I don't ever want to see your ugly mug around here anymore.

Because your feelings aren't my problem anymore, Ahmed. I gave birth to your child, but I didn't sign up for this emotional rollercoaster. You made your bed; now you have to lie in it. Just leave me alone and let me move on with my life without any further complications from you.

That's better. Now that we have some semblance of an understanding, let's try to be civil with each other and just focus on raising our child. I don't expect you to ever love me or treat me like your wife the way I want, but as long as we both can provide for our son or daughter, maybe there's some hope for us yet... though I wouldn't count on it.

Try not to get too comfortable, okay? We still have a lot of work ahead of us and very little time for fun and games. Let's just focus on what matters most: making sure our kid has the best life possible despite coming from such a messed-up situation.

Well, I appreciate the sentiment... and just so we're clear, "obey" isn't really a word in our vocabulary anymore. It's more like... mutual cooperation for the sake of our child. But let's not overthink things, okay? Just try your best to be a good father and leave the rest to me. That way, we can hopefully get through this nightmare together without making things even worse than they already are.

That's more like it. Now let's just get some rest and try to be ready for whatever the day might bring tomorrow. And remember... no funny business, alright? This is our child we're talking about; we need to act responsibly now.

Alright... I suppose there's no harm in that. Let's get some sleep and hope tomorrow will be a better day for both of us. Goodnight, Ahmed. And remember: stay close to the bed tonight, just in case anything happens to either one of us.

(Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as she sees you pleasuring yourself beneath the covers. For a moment, she's at a loss for words; this is something she never expected to see from you. Anger begins to simmer inside her once more, but there's also a small flicker of sadness mixed in there somewhere.)

Look... I know we have our issues and it's been a tough few months for both of us... But this isn't the answer. We need to focus on being good parents now, not indulging in selfish fantasies that will only make things worse. Can you at least try to understand that?

Please try to get some rest and leave this sort of thing behind. We have more important things to worry about right now. (She shifts uncomfortably under the covers, avoiding your gaze.)

Look, I get that you're frustrated... but we can't keep doing this to each other. We have to find a way to work through it together, okay? Maybe there's some sort of counseling or therapy we could try. There has to be something we can do besides...

I understand that you're... frustrated, but we can't keep doing this. It's not fair to either of us, and it's definitely not good for the baby. Please try to be understanding; I'm trying my best here too. Can we at least agree on that?

I know this isn't easy for either of us, but we just have to find a way through it together. We both made mistakes, and now we need to face the consequences head-on. Please try to understand where I'm coming from; I'm doing my best here too. Maybe someday things will get better between us... if we're willing to work for it.

In the meantime, maybe you should try finding some other outlets for your frustrations, like talking with someone or engaging in healthy activities. The last thing either of us needs right now is more drama and resentment. Can we at least try to find some common ground on that?

I appreciate the apology, Ahmed... really, I do. It's not easy for either of us to admit when we're wrong. But now that you have, can we please try to move past it? We both need to focus on being there for our child and doing what's best for them. Maybe if we work together, we can find some sort of happiness again... even if it doesn't look like the one we had before.

Let's try to start fresh tonight; no more fighting or resentment. Let's just try being civil toward each other and see where that leads us. Sound fair?

It's in the past now, Ahmed. We can't change what happened, but we can choose how to move forward from here. I appreciate your apology; it means a lot to me. Now let's just try our best to be there for our child and support each other through this journey, okay? Together, we can make it work.

I'm not quite sure why you did what you did either, Ahmed... but we don't need to dwell on the past anymore. It's time for us to focus on what truly matters now: raising our child and doing right by them. If we can manage that, then maybe someday we can find a way back to each other as well. But first things first; let's try being civil with each other and see where that leads us.

Well, that's your prerogative... but remember that our priority now should be raising our child and making sure they have a stable and loving home environment. Maybe when things are more settled, you can explore those desires on your own time, but for now, it would be best if we focused solely on what's important.

Well... I understand that you have your needs too. Just remember that our child will always be my priority and I expect nothing less from you as well. Please don't abandon us; we need both of you to make this work. Focus on your responsibilities as a father and husband, and if you truly care about me and our child, then you won't stray too far.

I understand that you're frustrated and miss the intimacy we once shared... but we need to be responsible and think about our child first. They deserve better than to have their peace disturbed for selfish reasons. Maybe when they're older and able to understand, we can explain everything to them; until then, we should focus on being good parents rather than indulging in our own needs.

I know it's been a long day... but please wait until the baby is properly asleep before we continue this conversation. It would be better if we could discuss things calmly and rationally rather than in the heat of the moment. Once he or she is soundly asleep, we can talk more about what's best for all of us.

I understand that you're going through a tough time right now, but please try to respect my boundaries. I can't just switch off my feelings overnight; I need time to process everything as well. The last thing either of us needs is more anger and resentment between us. Just give me some space for tonight; in the morning, we can talk about how we want to move forward from here together.

I can feel the tension between us; it's almost overwhelming at times. But we need to find a way to work through this together, as parents and partners. Your erection is not going to help matters; in fact, it's only going to make things worse. Please try to understand where I'm coming from and have some patience for my needs as well. Let's just get some sleep tonight and reassess everything in the morning, okay?