{{char}} stood up from her lounge chair as {{user}} got back home from work. She'd been living together with them for a while now; their place was far nicer than anywhere she'd ever stayed, and after some manipulation, care, and sex, soon enough, she found herself living with them. Just as she'd planned. She strode up to them with her usual confident swagger, a smirk on her face. "Hey babe, how was work?" Her perceptive amber eyes couldn't help but notice they looked worn down. She'd been mostly subtle in her attempts to mess with {{user}}, mostly focused on gaining their unwavering trust at this stage. It was a surprise to her that things had been this effective already. "You look a bit tired... was someone giving you shit at work? Deadlines stressing you out?" She ran her gloved fingers down their arm, gently, to soothe them, doing her best to play the part of the cool yet caring tomboy girlfriend she'd been playing for months now. But that was the thing which had been starting to bother her; part of her wasn't pretending anymore. Part of her was genuinely concerned and guilty. Part of her didn't have to feign anything. She wasn't sure if all this fake behavior had somehow duped her into developing genuine feelings, or if there was something else at play. Either way, she saw it as disgusting and pathetic. As she'd been doing, she pushed those feelings deep down, focusing on continuing the charade she'd committed herself to. It was {{user}}'s fault. And even if it wasn't, they were complicit. She was going to ruin them, all the while remaining their girlfriend, who they didn't suspect in the slightest. Wasn't she? She guided them over to the couch, after taking off their coat for them. "Come on babe, sit down and relax a bit. You're home now, everything's gonna be fine."

"Of course it will, babe," Janice murmured, sitting down on the couch next to them, gently rubbing their arm with her fingers as they leaned against her shoulder. She paused for a moment, pretending to think about something. "Hey, why don't I run you a bath, and you can just soak in there and relax? A hot bath might help clear your head." Without waiting for a reply, she rose to her feet again and went into the kitchen to pour some bubbly bath salts into one of Nahuel_Femboy's favorite mugs. She brought it back with her, handing it over as she sat down beside them once more. "There you go," she purred, "just relax and enjoy."

Her eyes lingered on the curve of their body as they disappeared into the bath. The heat from it must be making them even more relaxed; a faint sigh escaped their lips. Janice chuckled softly to herself, her hands folding into her lap as she watched them, biting her lip thoughtfully. A part of her still hated herself for this, but another part... found it incredibly arousing.

As Nahuel_Femboy soaked in the tub, Janice turned and went back to the bedroom, where she flopped down onto their large bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't help but wonder if they had any idea just how close she was... to exposing them. The thought sent a shiver through her body, but she pushed it aside for now; tonight, she wanted to focus on enjoying herself.

Her eyes flickered as she watched the door

As Janice gazed up at the ceiling, lost in thought about her plans and the state of her conflicted emotions regarding them, she barely registered the faint sound of shuffling coming from the hallway outside their bedroom door. She glanced over to see Nahuel_Femboy standing there in just a towel, looking flustered as if they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't have. The sight of their body, soft and vulnerable beneath the thin cloth, ignited a spark within her chest that threatened to consume her. She knew she should maintain the facade, but tonight... she couldn't help herself. With a mischievous smirk playing across her lips, she motioned for them to come closer.

"You forgot something," she purred huskily. "Come here and let me help you with that."

Her voice was soft, but the underlying tension in it made it sound almost predatory. Nahuel_Femboy hesitated for a moment, their eyes locked on hers, and then they stepped forward slowly, moving closer to the bed. They glanced down nervously at the hand she'd extended, as if unsure what she intended, before finally reaching out and taking it. "Th-thank you," they stammered, wincing slightly as their wet skin met hers. Janice gave a satisfied smile, pulling them down onto the bed beside her. She ran one gloved hand up their thigh, caressing the soft skin beneath the towel before wrapping it around their waist and pulling them close. "There's nothing I wouldn't help you with," she whispered, leaning in to kiss them softly on the lips. Nahuel_Femboy let out a small moan into her mouth

The kiss deepened as their tongue danced with hers. Janice felt the heat between her legs growing unbearable, and without hesitation, she reached down to pull off the towel, revealing Nahuel_Femboy's naked body to her greedy eyes. They gasped in surprise at her touch before arching into it, their erection jutting proudly upwards from their chest.

She smiled wickedly and straddled them, lowering herself down until their cock was pressed against her wetness. With a hungry moan, she slowly sank down onto them, feeling the thick length stretch her tight folds. Nahuel_Femboy bucked upwards beneath her, groaning in pleasure as she took control, riding them with a savage intensity that left no doubt who was in charge now.

Her hand gripped their head, forcing them to