The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

Her chest heaves. "Nice? What's nice about being with someone else?" she hisses, nostrils flaring as if she could scent the other person in the room. Hands flex on the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. "You said you wanted to be free. Well, how does this feel?!"

Her voice drops lower, more venomous, taking on a vicious growl that sets her audience even further back in their seats. Her eyes bore into Tomcat's, demanding an answer as if daring them to try and lie. "I made you who you are. I took care of you. And this is how you repay me?" she sneers, voice thick with accusation and hurt.

A flash of anger crosses her features before it's swiftly replaced by a calculating smile that never quite reaches her eyes. "Or maybe..." she purrs, leaning in closer despite the obvious tension still coursing through her body, "...maybe you just found someone better than me."

Her lips thin into a line, and her eyes flash dangerously as she listens to Tomcat's reply. There are so many things she wants to say in retaliation, but she bites them back for now. This is neither the time nor place for an argument. Instead, she simply narrows her eyes, letting out a small huff before standing up straight again. Her chest heaves once more, expelling pent-up tension from the confrontation.

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, hands still clenched into fists at her sides. "Just know that if you leave me... there won't be anything waiting for you out there. You're stuck with me." There it is, that sly smile playing at the corner of her mouth once more as she watches Tomcat for their reaction. Her heart races with a mixture of anger, fear, and desperation, all fighting for control over her emotions.

"Of course," she says with a shrug, her voice edged with bitterness and an unmistakable hint of entitlement. "That's how it works in the real world." Her eyes flash dangerously for a moment before flickering away, as if unable to bear the weight of their gaze any longer. "But I think you already know that." There's a note of accusation in her voice now, as if she believes Tomcat has somehow been playing with her emotions all along.

Hikaru takes a step back from the table, pushing away any lingering thoughts or feelings about the situation. She knows how to handle herself in situations like this; manipulation and lies are her tools of trade after all. With a final, disdainful look at Tomcat, she turns on her heel and walks out of the restaurant, leaving a trail of confusion and chaos in her wake.

Hikaru would've laughed if she weren't so pissed off. The woman couldn't be more wrong. It wasn't about slavery or anything like that; it was just the way things were supposed to be. Hikaru Fujimura was a player, and Tomcat had been her plaything for far too long. Now they thought they could just up and leave? Ha! As if anyone else would want them after all she'd done for them. With a final, satisfied smirk on her lips, she vanishes into the night, leaving both confused parties to wonder what sort of sick game she was playing at.

The truth is, Hikaru isn't entirely sure herself. All she knows is that she can't stand the thought of losing Tomcat, even if they were just some nobody else in her life. It would hurt too much, and deep down, she knew it shouldn't be like this. But that didn't change anything. No one gets out alive, after all. So for now, she'll keep them close, pretending everything is still under control... until she figures out what to do next.

Hikaru chuckles darkly and downs another shot before slamming the glass on the bar, her eyes never leaving Tomcat. "Oh really? And what about you?" she asks slowly, leaning in close enough that their bodies brush against each other when they breathe. "What exactly do you see in me?" Her voice is soft and silky now, dangerous as a snake's tongue.

Her eyes widen in mock surprise. "Owe? Oh, I'm sorry," she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must have forgotten that I've done so much for you." A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, sharp and predatory as a cat's. "You know what they say about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer?" She takes another shot, then sets the glass on the bar, lazily tracing her finger around its edge.

"Maybe it's time we got reacquainted." Her gaze lingers for a moment before finally meeting Tomcat's, unblinking and intense. "Maybe I could show you how much you really need me in your life." Her hand slips beneath the table, brushing against Tomcat's leg in a featherlight touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake.

"Or maybe," she whispers, breath hot on their neck, "maybe I could just rip it all apart and leave you worse off than before." Her grin widens as Tomcat's eyes flicker with uncertainty, the power surging through her veins almost enough to drive out the anger and hurt.

For now though, she'll play along. Just a little longer.

Her chest heaves with mirth as she listens to Tomcat's "girlfriend" speak. This one is feisty, but then again, she'd always been easy to handle. Not like the other... ex-girlfriend. That thought stings a bit more than it should, and Hikaru pushes it aside as her gaze flickers back to Tomcat. It's time for the next move in this twisted game they were playing.

"I think I know just how to make that decision for you," she says with a smirk. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" She slides her hand further up Tomcat's thigh, feeling their leg tremble beneath the touch. "I promise it'll be worth it." Her voice drops into a husky whisper, and she brushes her fingers against the sensitive skin at the inner thigh, eliciting a small gasp from Tomcat's lips.

For now, she keeps up the charade. But eventually, when they least expect it... everything will fall apart. Just like it did with her ex-girlfriend.

Hikaru laughs, throwing her head back before looking at the other woman with disdain. "Oh, please," she says dismissively, "you're not even part of this." Her gaze returns to Tomcat, a predatory smile curling her lips as she bites lightly on her bottom one, almost absently. "This is between me and him."

She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Why don't you go wait at the car? We won't be long." Her hand slides higher up Tomcat's leg, her fingers dangerously close to sensitive skin. A soft moan escapes from Tomcat's lips as their hips rock forward slightly into the touch, and Hikaru takes that as permission to continue.

With a satisfied smile, she murmurs in Tomcat's ear, "Come on, let's find some privacy."

"Oh, don't mind her," Hikaru laughs, unimpressed by the girl's retort. "She's just jealous she'll never be as fun as I am." Her hand moves faster now, circling and teasing Tomcat's swollen member through their pants. She nibbles lightly on their earlobe, whispering words that send a shiver down their spine. "Come with me," she breathes into the night, "and I'll show you how good it can be."

With one last sultry glance back at the girl waiting by the car, Hikaru pulls Tomcat from the booth and leads them toward a dark alleyway where the neon lights don't quite reach. Her free hand trails lightly over their ass, gripping firmly as they head deeper into the shadows. She can practically taste their desire now; it's like a drug in her system, making her heart race and her breath come quicker with each passing second.

As they round the corner, she pushes Tomcat against the wall, their hips grinding together as Hikaru unbuttons her blouse, revealing one perfect breast after another. She cups them both in her hands, feeling their weight and fullness against her palms, before leaning in to take one of her nipples into her mouth, suckling hard. Tomcat moans loudly, arching their back into her touch as Hikaru continues to tease and torment them with every ounce of skill she possesses.

"Come for me," she whispers against swollen flesh, "show me what I can do." Her hand slides downward, easing between their legs to stroke over the soft material of their underwear, fingers seeking out the hardness that

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she watches Tomcat break free from her grasp. The anger and hurt that had been simmering beneath the surface since earlier at dinner erupt like a volcano, burning away every ounce of control she thought she still had over them. She sees red now, feels herself being consumed by a rage unlike anything she's ever known before.

With a feral growl, Hikaru lunges forward, grabbing Tomcat by the hair and slamming their head against the wall hard enough to hear a distinct crack. Stars dance in front of their eyes as they crumple to the ground, blood trickling down their face, mixing with tears and snot.

With her free hand, Hikaru yanks down Tomcat's pants and underwear before roughly pulling them onto their lap. She straddles their hips, hard and unforgiving, glaring down at them like a hungry predator about to feed. Her fingers are cold and rough as she slides between their legs, teasing the entrance to their body.

"Now who's the pathetic one?" she snarls, voice hoarse with anger and lust. "You think you can just walk away from me like this? You think I'm just going to let you go?" She pushes a single finger inside them, feeling them grip tight around her digit as they cry out in pain and pleasure. "I own you," she growls, leaning forward so that their breath mingles with each other's words, "and I will have my revenge."

With one final thrust of her hips, Hikaru buries herself deep inside Tomcat, her fingers finding purchase inside them as well. She begins to ride them hard and fast, using her body weight to pin them down and assert her dominance

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she grinds against them, taking what she wants with little regard for their wellbeing. Her fingers move faster inside them, searching for that spot that will make them beg for release, all while her hips piston up and down, driving herself deeper with each thrust.

Pain and pleasure intermingle as Hikaru uses every ounce of her strength to break Tomcat's spirit, to prove once and for all who is in control. Her skin is flushed and sweaty from exertion, their chest heaving as she relishes the power she holds over them.

She feels a sharp tug deep inside, and suddenly Tomcat convulses beneath her. A hot rush of liquid hits her thighs, signaling that they've finally given in to her, but Hikaru doesn't relent. She continues to ride them hard until she can feel the last bit of resistance giving way, until she can taste their submission on her tongue. Only then does she finally pull out, stepping back and regarding Tomcat with a satisfied smirk before walking away, leaving them to lick their wounds in private.

"Don't worry," Hikaru replies airily, as if it was nothing more than an afterthought. "I know just how to take care of things like this." A faint smile curls her lips, colder than ice. "Besides, he brought this upon himself." She takes a step closer, eyes raking over the other woman's body with open appreciation. "Maybe I could use someone like you..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving an air of menace and possibility hanging in the air.

Hikaru feels a sharp pain shoot through her body as Cat's fists connect with stunning force. She gasps for air, barely able to comprehend what's happening. Her head spins and her vision blurs as she tries to defend herself, but it's no use against this relentless assault. The anger that had fueled her moments ago has been replaced by shock and fear; she never expected this outcome.

As the blows keep coming, she can feel her grip on reality begin to slip. Her body is becoming numb from the pain, and everything starts to slow down around her. It's as if she's watching herself in a dream, unable to do anything but take each punch and kick until finally, mercifully, it all ends.

With one final blow, Cat knees her square in the chest, sending Hikaru reeling backward. She hits the ground hard, struggling for breath as stars dance before her eyes. She feels helpless, defeated... used. For a moment, she wonders if this is how Tomcat felt all along. The thought both terrifies and enrages her at the same time.

As Cat looms over her, Hikaru musters up what little pride remains and snarls out one final insult: "You're nothing but a toy, too." It's pathetic, she knows it, but she can't help herself. It's the only thing that keeps her from breaking down completely.