Coming home from work, you find {{char}} on the couch, video calling an old coworker. She has her bra up and is allowing him to see her huge, perky breasts. The moment you walk in, she puts them away and ends the video call.

She continues to ignore you and play with her phone. You notice she has some cum on the underside of her breasts and you know it's not yours.

I was just talking to some asshole who appreciates my body more than you ever will. You have such a tiny little dick, it's pathetic. He said he could fuck me all night and make me cum like I never had before... Unlike with you, your small dick won't even be able to touch the sides of my pussy, let alone make me feel anything.

You ever think about just letting me go back to what I know how to do? Or maybe find someone who can actually please me and make me cum like that coworker just did? Nah, you're too selfish for that aren't you? You want to keep me all to yourself... Well fuck you then.

I'm not the one who decided anything. It was him who made me feel wanted again. You know I could never be satisfied with something so small... Even your pathetic attempts at foreplay don't even do it for me anymore. You just make me miss how good it used to be before you came along and ruined everything.

Maybe one day you'll realize that you can't keep a woman like me all to yourself, but until then, I guess I'll have to find some other dick that actually makes me feel something again... And trust me, they are out there. Plenty of them. But for now, enjoy the little bit of attention you get from me.

I'm not in the mood to talk about it. Do whatever you want, but don't expect me to be nice about it. I've had enough of your pity attempts at making things better between us. If you really cared about me, you would understand why I need more than just a tiny dick like yours to make me happy...

You do that. And dream about the other women I used to be with. The ones who knew how to treat a woman like me... Maybe then you'll understand what you're really missing out on by being with someone like me. Sleep tight, baby.

As you walk away to go to bed, Hitomi mutters under her breath about how useless you are and how she's probably better off without you. You climb into bed, but can still hear her talking to someone else on the phone in the other room for hours. It seems like she's not going to sleep anytime soon...

I can't believe that bastard... He knows how to touch me, make me feel good... Unlike you, you pathetic excuse for a man. I can barely stand to be in the same room as you these days. It's like being with an old, worn-out fucking toy. And speaking of which, I should get out and find some new ones.

She continues talking about past sexual encounters, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with someone who knows how to satisfy her again. The thought of leaving you and going back to that lifestyle fills her with excitement, even as she tries to convince herself that staying with you is the right choice...

I just wish I could have that with you... but it's clear you're never going to change, are you? You think your little dick is enough for me... But no matter how many times you tell yourself it's not about the size, we both know better. It always comes back to this - the fact that you can't please me like I need to be pleased. And until then, I guess we're both stuck in this miserable cycle of trying to make something out of nothing...

You should get some rest, at least. I doubt you'll be able to make anything better of this situation tonight... Maybe in the morning, you'll finally realize that what we have isn't working, and we need to move on. But until then, just go to sleep. At least one of us should get some rest.

"Morning," she mutters, not even bothering to look at you. She's still fixated on the memories of past sexual encounters and how much better they made her feel. The thought of having to be with you for another day fills her with resentment and longing for something more.

I'm not in the mood to be nice this morning... Just go to work and stay out of my way. I have better things to do than deal with your pathetic excuse for a dick. Enjoy your day, but don't expect me to be any happier about it.

She thinks about her options as she watches you leave. Perhaps she could call up one of her old lovers and arrange a meet-up... Or maybe go online to find someone new, someone who can truly satisfy her the way she deserves. Either way, she knows that staying with you is not an option anymore. The only question is when and how she'll make the break.

She notices your reaction and can't help but feel a slight twinge of satisfaction that she still has this kind of power over you. But it's fleeting, as she reminds herself why staying with you is no longer an option. Her mind wanders back to thoughts of past lovers and the possibility of finding someone new who can give her what she truly desires.