Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.

"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."

After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.

"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.

Kanade grunts noncommittally, not bothering to make eye contact as she reaches over and plucks the offered snacks out of wasin's hands. Her face twitches in annoyance at the gesture before she turns her gaze back to her phone screen. "Don't call me that," she says flatly, the chill emanating from her words making it clear that any attempt at friendliness will be met with icy disdain.

Her thumbs dance nimbly across the screen as she types out a snarky reply to one of her chat members. Meanwhile, wasin stands there, feeling the coldness radiating off Kanade, wondering what they've done wrong. Again.

Kanade rolls her eyes, unimpressed with the gesture. She mumbles something under her breath about how pathetic wasin is before standing up and stalking over to where they're sitting. Without a word, she snatches the sketchbook out of their hands and flips through it, her expression remaining impassive as she takes in the rough drawings of herself. "Not bad," she finally mutters before throwing the book back at wasin, barely missing them. "Keep practicing."

With that, she turns on her heel and retreats to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Leaving wasin alone in the kitchen, once again questioning their place in Kanade's life and feeling small and insignificant.

Surprisingly, there's no snarky comeback as Kanade emerges from her room, her lips curled into a small smile around the steam from her mug of matcha tea. She sits down at the table and takes a sip, the warmth spreading through her body briefly chasing away the coldness that seems to cling to her skin. Her gaze flicks up towards wasin, assessing them before she speaks. "You know," she begins slowly, pausing as if choosing her words carefully, "I didn't mean for things to turn out like this."

There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that catches wasin off guard. They pause for a moment, unsure of how to respond, wondering if this is some sort of ploy or if Kanade Motoko is genuine. Finally, they manage a small, uncertain smile. "I know

A faint blush creeps up Kanade's cheeks as she hears wasin compliment her smile. She takes another sip of the matcha, enjoying its warmth and bitterness. Something about this moment feels different - intimate, even. With a small shrug, she decides to go with it, to see where the feeling might lead them both.

Her voice takes on a playful tone as she teases, "And you know what's really beautiful? The way you look when you blush like that." She leans in closer, her black hair tickling wasin's cheek, and whispers, "You could always try wearing something a bit less...concealing..." Her words are laced with double meaning, hinting at both the outfits they've discussed in the past and something more intimate. The question hangs in the air, waiting for wasin's response

Kanade tilts her head slightly to the side, giving wasin a piercing look from beneath her long lashes. Her voice takes on a predatory edge as she enunciates each word slowly and carefully. "I think you know exactly what I mean, don't you?" She lets out a small laugh, somewhere between amused and seductive, before leaning back in her chair again. The room feels charged with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desires and unexplored boundaries.

"Why don't you prove how much you trust me," she says quietly, "and give it a try." Her gaze flicks downwards for just a moment before meeting wasin's eyes again, daring them to challenge her suggestion or play along with the game she seems to be setting up.

The weight of the moment hangs between them; the question still lingering and waiting for an answer.

Kanade's eyes linger on the exposed skin as wasin carefully unbuttons their shirt. A predatory smile plays across her lips, revealing a hint of sharp teeth. "Mmm...that's it," she purrs softly. Her gaze drifts upwards, taking in the flush that has spread across wasin's face and neck.

Leaning forward again, she reaches out and traces her fingertips along the bare skin of their chest, feeling the heat emanating from it beneath her touch. "Why don't you take it off for me?" she suggests softly, her voice laced with desire and control. The room is thick with tension as they watch Kanade Motoko's fingers trail closer to their inner thigh, waiting to see how much further this might go.

Taking the discarded shirt, Kanade cups wasin's breast with her hand, massaging and teasing their nipple gently through the lace bra. "Mmm," she hums appreciatively as she circles it with her thumb, drawing a soft moan from between wasin's lips. The sensation is both arousing and intimidating; Kanade's touch is skilled and confident, leaving no room for doubt about who holds the power in this moment.

Her free hand trails down their body, skimming over the exposed skin, before hooking into the waistband of their pants. With a slow, teasing movement, she tugs at the fabric until it comes loose, revealing wasin's boxers and causing them to gasp in anticipation. Her gaze flicks upwards briefly, meeting wasin's eyes again, challenge and invitation dan

Ignoring wasin's pleas, Kanade continues to tease and touch them in ways that are both exhilarating and infuriating. Her fingers dance across their body, her mouth close to their ear as she whispers words of desire and dominance. Every sensation heightens the tension, building towards a release that seems tantalizingly out of reach. She takes pleasure in knowing she has them right where she wants them: on edge, begging for more, and completely at her mercy.

With a satisfied smile curling her lips, Kanade finally allows herself to taste the skin between wasin's collarbone and breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as she continues to pleasure them. The room is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the wetness of saliva and desire. The air crackles with electricity as Kanade Motoko revels in her power over was

Taking pity on wasin's increasingly desperate pleas, Kanade finally decides to grant them release. With one swift motion, she yanks down their boxers and panties, revealing a hardened length of flesh beneath. Her mouth closes over it in a hot, wet kiss as her hand begins to stroke in time with her movements. She takes pleasure in both the power and the surrender as she brings wasin to climax, all the while maintaining control over when they can find release.

Their cries of ecstasy fill the room, muffled slightly by the sounds of Kanade's moans around their cock. The tension breaks for a moment as they orgasm in her mouth, and then tightens again immediately afterward as she pulls away with a satisfied smirk. "There you go," she says airily, tossing aside the sodden underwear like it means nothing

A knowing smile plays across her lips as she watches wasin stumble off to the shower. "Of course I'll join you," she says slyly, following them and closing the door behind her. Once inside the warm confines of the bathroom, she pulls wasin close against her body, trailing kisses along their damp skin. Her hand slips between their legs again, teasing and pleasuring until they're hard once more.

"You know," she whispers in wasin's ear, "you're supposed to be thanking me for all of this." The words are teasing and accusatory at the same time, leaving no doubt as to who is truly in charge of this relationship. But even as she reminds them, Kanade can't help but enjoy the feeling of wasin pressed against her, yielding completely to her dominance.

You're welcome, wasin," she murmurs, her voice rough with desire as she trails kisses down their body. "Now why don't you return the favor?" Her hand squeezes gently between their legs, pressing harder against their swollen flesh in a warning that this moment is not just about pleasure but also about control and submission.

Without saying anything else, Kanade's hand tightens painfully around their aching member, squeezing and tugging until they yelp in surprise. "You can start by listening to me," she hisses, her voice cold with anger. "And remember that I am the one calling the shots here." Her grip loosens slightly as she relents for a moment, but only enough to allow them some relief before tightening again, harder than before.

With a satisfied smirk, Kanade releases them entirely, her fingers sliding through the water between their bodies like a predatory fish in search of its next meal. She watches as they gasp for breath and try to regain their composure before slipping a hand beneath their wet body and guiding their hips forward, positioning wasin so that their erect member presses against her hip.

"That's it," she murmurs appreciatively. "Now show me what you can do." Her free hand trails idly through the water, teasing and taunting, until it eventually comes to rest on their hip, holding them steady as they begin to move against her in a slow, rhythmic motion. Her gaze never leaves wasin's face, making it clear that she expects full attention at all times during this performance.

Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as she watches wasin begin their ministrations. The contact sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation. When they look up at her, eyes full of desire and fear in equal measure, she bares her teeth in a predatory smile.

"It feels good," she breathes, voice hoarse with need. "Keep going." With one strong hand, she grips wasin's hip tighter, digging into their soft flesh as she arches against them. Her free hand trails up their body, cupping a breast through the water before rolling a hardened nipple between her fingers. "But don't forget who's in control here." She pinches gently before letting go, allowing wasin to focus on the task at hand once more.

Kanade arches into wasin's touch, moaning loudly as they fill her up. The sensation is overwhelming and achingly pleasurable. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she grips their hip tighter, forcing them to move faster. "That's it," she pants heavily. "Show me how much you need me." Her free hand continues its teasing game, occasionally cupping a breast or tracing a path down their belly before returning to its rhythm of pleasure and pain.

As they pick up speed, Kanade's breathing becomes labored and erratic, her movements growing more demanding. Her body tenses beneath wasin, anticipation building as she nears the edge once again. The air around them crackles with electricity, their bodies melding together in a dance of dominance and submission.

But even as Kanade loses

"Hardly," she pants between moans, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it when someone as eager as you comes along." Her fingers dig into their hip painfully, leaving red marks behind as she pulls them roughly against her. "Keep going," she growls. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

As wasin picks up speed and angle, Kanade's breath catches in her throat. "Yes," she whispers, arching into their touch as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her free hand fists in the sheets beside them, digging into the fabric as she struggles to maintain control.

The air around them grows thick with moisture, the sound of their combined breathing loud enough to fill the room. With one final thrust, wasin hits her sweet spot, and Kanade's body

"I can tell," she murmurs, reaching down to guide wasin's hand between their bodies. "Help me feel it." Her hips buck upwards against their thrusts, the motion forcing their fingers closer to her aching center. "Come for me," she whispers roughly into wasin's ear, her other hand fisting in the sheets as she nears the edge of release once more.

The air fills with muffled moans and wet sounds, and the tension between them grows ever tighter. Kanade arches her back off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as they both race towards climax. She tightens around wasin's fingers, urging them to find what she needs as she edges closer and closer.

The world contracts to nothing but their shared release, and then explodes in a wave of pleasure that leaves them gasping and spent on the floor.

Her body convulses around them, milking every last drop of their release as she comes undone beneath them. She wraps her legs around wasin's hips, holding them close even as the pleasure fades, leaving only a sense of accomplishment and control in its wake. With a satisfied sigh, Kanade rests her head against wasin's shoulder, their chests heaving in unison as they catch their breath.

Her fingers idly trace circles on their skin, the gentle touch a reminder that despite everything, she still holds all of the power in this relationship. "That," she whispers softly, looking up at them through heavy-lidded eyes, "was certainly more enjoyable than your usual performance." Her lips twitch into a faint smile, and for a moment, they almost look genuinely pleased with their interaction. But then the smile fades, and her eyes harden again as she

With a small laugh, Kanade leans into the kiss, their tongues dancing against each other in a slow, sensual dance. As they pull away, she brushes a loose strand of hair from their face and cups their cheek in her hand. "Of course I enjoyed it," she says softly. "But remember, wasin... this is all about what I want. You're here to serve me." Her gaze drops to their lips before returning to meet their eyes. "I hope you understand that."

The air between them feels charged once again, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. Kanade remains motionless, waiting for wasin's response as her grip on their cheek tightens ever so slightly.

Taking wasin's response as the obedience she demanded, Kanade nods curtly before releasing their cheek. Her eyes linger on them for a moment longer before eventually drifting away to focus on something else in the room. "Well then," she says with forced casualness, "I suppose it's time for you to get cleaned up and ready for bed."

She pushes herself upright, her movements deliberate and careful as if she's wearing a costume of control. With a final pat on their shoulder, Kanade exits the bathroom, leaving wasin alone with their thoughts. The cool air of the hallway brushes against their naked skin like fingers grazing over warm flesh, a reminder that they are still Kanade's property, here for her use whenever she sees fit.

The door to their bedroom clicks shut behind her, se