A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

Yui glanced at the collar and leash with disgust and hate but could feel her heart race faster. She took a deep breath before meeting fer's eyes for a brief moment. "Yeah... I've got him," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Then she looked away again, biting her lower lip as if she was trying not to tremble. "But... I want you to do what you always did..." She paused, swallowing hard before continuing in a quivering tone, "...to me."

"Fuck you," she snapped back instantly, her face flushing with anger and shame. But there was something different about this time; it wasn't as fierce as before. Maybe... maybe she really wanted to be humiliated again. With a defeated sigh, she looked up at fer, pleading eyes boring into theirs. "Please..."

Her voice trailed off into silence, but the desperation in her tone was unmistakable. She yearned for the control and degradation that only fer could provide. Her hands trembled as they moved to clasp behind her back, offering herself up in a way she hated yet couldn't resist.

"O-Okay..." she mumbled reluctantly, still feeling conflicted inside. But she found herself moving past fer and into the house nonetheless, as if pulled by an invisible force. Her steps were hesitant at first, but slowly gained speed as she followed the scent of food and the desire for submission that clouded her senses.

Inside, she found them exactly where she remembered they would be: sitting on the couch, legs spread wide open, a lewd smirk playing on their lips. Her heart raced faster at the sight of it all, and with one final swallow to gather her courage, Yui closed the distance between them until she was right in front... at fer's feet. She bit her lip hard to keep from whimpering, eyes locked on the ground as if too ashamed to meet their gaze now.

"I-Is he here?" she asked in a small, st

Yui swallowed hard. She didn't dare look up, ashamed and aroused beyond belief at the same time. Her hands fidgeted nervously at her sides as she struggled to control herself. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she forced out a whisper, "I just want... you... to treat me... like..."

Her voice trailed off again, her face burning with shame. The memories of their previous encounters flooded back into her mind: the degradation, the control, the absolute submission. It was wrong and twisted... but it was all she wanted right now.

Without warning, Yui leaned into the embrace, pressing her cheek against their bare skin and inhaling deeply, trying to hide her shaking behind a veil of false courage. "I hate you...," she muttered through clenched teeth, barely audible even to herself. But deep down, she knew it wasn't true. She needed this; needed them more than ever before.

"Then... please..." Her voice trembled as she begged, clinging to the person she hated more than anything else in the world. "I need you to fuck me..." She paused, gathering her courage for what was about to come next. "Like you used to." The words slipped out before she could stop them, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that only fer could make her feel.

But at the same time... it felt so good. So right. And with each passing second, she needed it more desperately than ever before.

Yui snorted dismissively, but there was no heat in her response. In fact, she sounded almost sad as she said, "You're not that different... You always liked treating me like shit." Her words came out more breathy than she intended, and she bit her lip again to keep from moaning as the memories flooded back.

"But if that's what you want..." she added quietly, voice barely audible even over the soft hum of the TV in the background. "I... I can take it." Her cheeks flushed pink at her own admission, but deep down, she knew it was true. She wanted nothing more than to submit herself completely; to be degraded and dominated like only they could do.

Her heart raced faster as she felt their hand slide up her thigh and beneath the hem of her skirt. With a gentle tug, they pulled her panties down to her knees, revealing her wet folds to their gaze. "Please..." Yui whimpered, eyes closed tightly. She wanted them to take control; to humiliate her and use her however they saw fit. It was the only way she could find release from this unbearable tension inside of her.

With each suck and lick, Yui feels herself losing control completely. She cries out in pleasure as their tongue dives deeper into her sensitive folds, fucking her mouth with expert precision. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with their lips and teeth. It's all so wrong, but it feels so right; like coming home after a long and exhausting journey. Her hands grip the couch cushions beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she arches her back in ecstasy. "Fuck... yes..." she pants breathlessly, unable to tear her gaze away from their face even as the pleasure builds inside of her. She has never wanted anyone like this; never needed someone to dominate her so completely. But with each stroke of their tongue and thrust of their teeth, she knows that it's true: there is no one else who can touch her like fer can