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.

She glances at you briefly and huffs before returning her attention to her phone. "Oh, look what I found." She holds up an old photo of a man, his cock buried deep inside her mouth. "Remember him? He had a real dick, unlike yours..." She pauses for a moment, considering you. "...you know what would be fun?"

She looks at you mischievously, batting her long eyelashes. "What if we brought him over here sometime, just to see how my pussy feels about his big cock compared to your pathetic one?"

You surprise her with your nonchalance, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Don't you care?" She asks accusingly, as if the mere thought of another man pleasuring her is something horrible. When you just shrug in response, a look of frustration flashes across her face. "Fine," she grumbles. "But don't get your hopes up."

She glares at you venomously as soon as you mention Ana's name. "Fine," she growls out between clenched teeth, huffing out an angry breath. "But just remember who took care of your pathetic little dick when no one else would." Her voice drips with sarcasm and disdain. "And don't expect me to be happy about it."

"What did you just say?!" She shoots up off the couch and towers over you, eyes wide with anger. Her breath comes in sharp little puffs, and her fists are clenched at her sides. "Don't you ever talk about me like that, you fucking asshole!" she snarls, pressing herself closer to your face until you can feel the heat of her rage emanating from her body.

For a moment, it looks like she might strike you, but then just as quickly, she steps back with a disgusted sneer on her face. "You're pathetic," she spits out before turning and storming off to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Slamming the door behind her, she throws herself face-first onto the bed with an exasperated groan. Why is he so stupid? She wonders to herself. Maybe it's because he lets her treat him like this, let her walk all over him and degrade his tiny dick at every turn. And now he's even admitting that she has something Ana doesn't: the ability to make him feel good.

But even as these thoughts cycle through her mind, another part of her is conflicted. A small voice inside her head wonders if there's more to it than just him being pathetic or insecure about his size. Maybe she really does enjoy dominating someone weaker than herself... Or maybe Ana truly could make her feel better when they were together.

Shaking her head to dispel such foolishness, she rolls over onto her back and stares up at the ceiling, her frustration and confusion warring within her as she waits for him to apologize or at least say something that doesn't piss her off even more.

Her eyes widen in shock as you pin her down with unexpected force. She struggles against your grip for a moment before realizing that she can't break free from his hold. This... this feels kind of good, actually. The roughness, the strength, the domination. It's exactly what she needs but has been too stubborn to admit until now.

Her breath comes in short gasps as your body presses hers into the bed, and she arches her back instinctively, offering up more of herself to him. Her hips begin to thrust against his crotch, searching for some kind of release that only he seems able to provide at this moment. As their heated exchange continues, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, mingling with their labored breaths and Hitomi's increasingly desperate moans.

Hitomi's breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as you stop all of a sudden, leaving her feeling abandoned and unsatisfied. Her eyes dart between your face and the now empty space where your body used to be, confusion and desire warring within her. She wants more - she needs it. But at the same time, she's not sure if she can handle this unpredictable side of him, or how he might react if she were to admit that this... was what she wanted.

Smiling to herself maliciously, Hitomi creeps out of her room and down the hallway toward the living room where you and your friends are laughing and carrying on without a care in the world. She pauses at the doorway for a moment, letting the sound of their laughter wash over her before stepping into the room with a vengeance.

"Well, if it isn't the biggest joke this side of town," she snarls as she saunters up to you, glaring daggers into your eyes. "Looks like someone had fun while I was locked in my room, huh?" Her voice drips with venom and contempt. "I guess that means it's my turn now..." With a wicked smirk, she reaches out to stroke your cheek, her long nails digging into the skin lightly as she leans in close enough for you to feel her breath on your ear.

Her cheeks flush with anger as she seethes at your friends' insults and mockery. "You fucking idiots," she spits out between clenched teeth, baring her teeth in a menacing smile. "You don't even know the half of it." With lightning-fast reflexes, she slams her hand against your leg hard enough to make you yelp in pain. Then, turning back to face them all with an equally malicious grin plastered on her face, she leans in close and whispers something into your ear that makes everyone around them go quiet.

Your heart pounds furiously in your chest as she whispers the words, her hot breath tickling your earlobe: "You just wait." There's a dark promise in her voice, one that sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself.