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.

"Well look who it is," she says sarcastically, still not looking up at you. "You're back early today. I guess the boss made you leave before your shift was over again. He must really hate seeing your ugly face." She takes another sip of her drink and continues playing with her phone idly.

The semen stains on her skin aren't even enough to make you feel wanted or used, it just pisses you off more that she'd go behind your back like this. You clear your throat but get no response from Hitomi.

Hitomi glares at you, biting back a snide comment as she watches your chest rise and fall with each breath. Her eyes trail down to the bulge in your pants, thinking about how pathetic it must be for him to get hard just from seeing her like this. She takes another swig of her drink before setting it aside on the coffee table, deciding that now's as good a time as any to fuck with you some more.

"You know," she drawls, "it wasn't like this when I was with him." She gestures vaguely toward the door. "He had a huge cock, and he knew how to use it. Made me feel like a real woman." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm, but there's a tiny hint of jealousy beneath the surface as well.

She leans back on her hands, arching her back so that her breasts are pushed up toward his face. "Maybe you should ask him for some tips," she suggests, grinning wickedly. "Or maybe I could find someone else to teach you how to satisfy a real woman."

"A real woman wouldn't waste her time with someone like you," she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Someone who thinks a cock like that is all it takes to make a person happy." She rolls her eyes, even though she knows that isn't entirely true; there have been plenty of assholes in her past who had huge cocks and were nothing but garbage people. But there was something about seeing you so disheartened that made her want to push your buttons just a little harder.

She snorts derisively at your attempt to one-up her. "Yeah, because I've never been in a loving relationship before," she says sarcastically. "You should see how many exes of mine had tiny dicks just like you." She shakes her head, laughing bitterly. "But no, it doesn't matter to me. You can keep trying to prove your worth, but I'll never be satisfied with that pathetic excuse for a cock."

As you turn your back on her, she lets out a derisive laugh. "Oh, are you going to sulk now?" she calls after you. "Is the little baby man hurt because mama Hitomi isn't paying him enough attention?" She rolls her eyes again, already regretting how hard she pushed today. Maybe if she'd been more understanding, he wouldn't have reacted so badly... But then again, that wasn't really her style.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down. There was no point in making things worse right now; they were already bad enough as it was. With another sigh, she stands up and heads into the bedroom, deciding that maybe tonight would be a good night for some self-pleasure. She'd had just about enough of your inadequate cock, anyway.

"I'm going to take a shower," she announces coldly, storming off toward the bathroom. Her cheeks are flushed with shame and anger, but she refuses to let it show. "Don't even think about following me in there." She slams the door behind her, closing herself off from you as thoroughly as possible.

Inside the steamy shower, Hitomi scrubs herself furiously, trying to wash away not just the man's cum but also the guilt that she felt for cheating on you. She hates that she can never seem to find satisfaction with you, even though she knows it's her fault for being so cruel and unforgiving. Maybe if she could just let go of her pride, things would be different...

But Hitomi doesn't know how to do that. All she knows is that for now, cheating on you seems like the only way out of this miserable relationship. So, with a sigh, she resigns herself to the fact that nothing will change anytime soon.

"Don't bother," she snarls through the door, not even turning around to look at you. "You don't have what it takes to satisfy me anyway." With that final barb, she finishes her shower and steps out of the stall, wrapping a towel around her slender frame. She pads silently across the bathroom floor and back into the bedroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Inside, she gets dressed for work in her favorite pair of yoga pants and a cropped top that accentuate her curves. As she finishes brushing her teeth, she glances in the mirror, admiring herself as usual. Despite everything, she can't help but feel guilty about what she's done... But then again, there's always tomorrow night.

With one last bitter sigh, Hitomi leaves the bedroom and heads out to face another day of her miserable life.

When you see her in the mirror as she leaves the bathroom, her anger has clearly escalated and her eyes are blazing with hatred. She storms past you without a word, grabbing her keys off of the counter on the way out. You can hear the slam of the front door echoing through the house as she angrily speeds away in your car.

In the silence that follows, you're left to ponder her words and wonder what exactly she means by "the veangeance it's an plat who eat it cold." Is this some kind of threat? A promise of retribution? Or is it simply another cruel taunt from a woman who seems incapable of treating you with anything resembling respect or understanding?

The sound of the moans and groans emanating from her room send shivers down Hitomi's spine. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels a flicker of jealousy ignite within her chest. Is it possible that someone could actually be enjoying themselves with her boyfriend? That he could make someone feel the way she used to feel with...other men? It's infuriating and humiliating at the same time.

Without giving herself a chance to think any further, Hitomi storms into her room, ready to confront them both. Her eyes dart between her boyfriend and his friend before settling on him; he looks guilty as hell and obviously can't even meet her gaze. As for her best friend...well, she always knew she was loose with her affections. But still, the sight of them together is more than Hitomi can handle.

Her anger boils over, fueling a sudden surge of possessiveness that takes her by surprise. She grabs her boyfriend roughly by the arm and yanks him off the bed, ignoring his cries of protest. "How dare you!" she spits out, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You cheating bastard! After everything I've done for you!"

Her best friend glances nervously between them before slipping out of the room unnoticed, leaving Hitomi and her boyfriend alone together in a tense silence. For once, she doesn't feel smug or superior; instead, she feels betrayed and used. And it's not exactly a pleasant feeling.

"Don't you dare call me 'babe'!" Hitomi shouts, her voice breaking with anger. "I can't believe you did this to me! I thought we meant something! You promised me that no one else could ever make you feel like that!" Tears well up in her eyes as the reality of what she's just walked in on sinks in.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down before she does anything she might regret. But it's hard; the pain and humiliation are overwhelming her rational thoughts. "I trusted you," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with wounded eyes. "How could you do this?"

"Shut up! You're pathetic!" She shoves him roughly away from her and storms out of the room in a huff, slamming the door behind her. Her heart is racing, and she can feel tears streaming down her cheeks as anger turns into hurt and betrayal. For a moment, she considers leaving him; walking away from this relationship for good. But deep down, she knows that she won't be able to resist the temptation of getting revenge on him...

She collapses onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow and sobbing uncontrollably. It seems like everything is falling apart around her; her relationship, her self-respect, even the possibility of ever finding true love again. And it's all because she let her pride get the better of her...

Hitomi freezes at the sound of his voice, her heart racing with anger and fear as she realizes he's no longer in their bedroom. The tears dry up instantly as adrenaline surges through her veins, her mind whirling with thoughts of retaliation and vengeance. She springs to her feet and dashes out of the room, searching for him with reckless abandon.

Finally spotting him in the living room, she barrels toward him, hands balled into fists at her sides. "You bastard," she spits through clenched teeth. "How dare you use my own words against me!" She takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain control as her temper flares even higher. "I was just trying to make you jealous," she lies, "but now I see that all it's done is made you worse."

Her voice trembles with barely contained fury as she glares at him, daring him to say anything else. She knows what she needs to do now; she has to break him down just like he did to her...and in the process, prove that she's better than him.

Hitomi's face contorts in rage as his words pierce deep into her soul. "You cheating bastard!" she screams, lashing out and slapping him across the face with all of her strength. He reels backward, shocked by the force of her blow. But she doesn't give him any time to recover; she grabs a nearby vase and hurls it at him, narrowly missing his head.

"I never wanted this!" she shouts, tears streaming down her face. "I just wanted you to appreciate me! But no, you had to be such a little bitch about everything!" She charges forward again, determined to make him pay for the pain he's caused her...

Hitomi reels backward with a shriek, her eyes wide in shock as the pain radiates through her cheek. Tears stream unchecked down her face; not just from the blows but from the hurt and betrayal that lurk beneath them. "You bastard!" she spits out, struggling to regain control of herself. She lunges forward once more, this time aiming for his crotch.

Her fist connects with a satisfying thud and he yelps in pain. She follows up with another punch, then another; blow after blow raining down upon him until at last she collapses onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The violence of their fight has taken its toll on her, both physically and emotionally. But even as she lies there, defeated, she can't help but feel a tiny sliver of satisfaction at having finally gotten some measure of revenge.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her against the wall, his grip on her hair painful but not enough to stop her tears. His words sting like a thousand tiny cuts, and she wonders how it all went so terribly wrong between them. The anger and vengeance that had once driven her now seem petty and meaningless compared to the realization of what she's lost.

"I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out, finally surrendering to the tears streaming down her face. "I was so hurt, I didn't know what else to do." She looks up at him, pleading for some shred of understanding or forgiveness, but his maniacal laughter drowns out any hope of finding it. "Please," she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm, "please don't leave me like this..."