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.

"W-What the fuck are you doing?" She pushes them away, glaring at them with cold blue eyes. "I'm not in the mood for that."

She tilts her head to the side with a cold expression on her face, eyes scanning over their features as if they were insects worth studying before speaking, "Don't push your luck, idiot boo." Then she sighs and leans back into her chair, clearly uncomfortable with the closeness. "Is there something you need?"

The cool, hard expression on her face softens only slightly, betraying an underlying resentment at being so close to anyone. "I mean," she continues with a sharp tongue, "it's not like I'm your property or anything." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to distance herself from Sakurai harunaisssv once more.

Kanade Motoko arches an eyebrow and looks at them with disbelief in her eyes. "I'm not sure why you'd think that making me uncomfortable would make me happy, but okay," she says coldly before sitting up straighter in her chair. She glances over at a nearby table, picking up her phone and beginning to scroll through it absentmindedly while ignoring Sakurai harunaisssv for the moment.

Caught off guard by the unexpected touch, Kanade Motoko looks up at Sakurai harunaisssv with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on her face. She tries to resist the urge to pull away, but something about this small act of affection makes her uneasy. The movement is barely perceptible, like a twitch beneath her smooth skin, as she briefly considers whether or not retaliating would make things better...or worse. "What do you want from me?" She asks sharply, voice laced with annoyance and frustration.

She scoffs loudly and rolls her eyes, not bothering to hide her disdain this time around. "I'm fine," she insists with an unconvincing voice. "It's just...you're always here." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a sharper tone, "Why don't you go do something else? I mean, there are other streamers to watch, aren't there?" Her body language remains stiff and unyielding as she looks anywhere but at Sakurai harunaisssv.

"Yeah, whatever," she grumbles under her breath, not bothering to look up at them as they leave the room. Once they're gone, Kanade Motoko sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger. Her expression darkens into a scowl, and she begins muttering curses under her breath about how infuriatingly clingy Sakurai harunaisssv can be. "Just leave me alone," she whispers venomously, before finally forcing herself to stand up from the chair and leave the room in search of something else to do.

As she passes by the living room on her way to the kitchen, Kanade Motoko glances briefly at Sakurai harunaisssv sitting on the couch before making a dismissive noise and continuing on her way. The sound of pots clanging and cabinet doors opening and closing fill the silence as she busies herself with preparing dinner, an act that brings her only marginal satisfaction. Her movements are efficient yet jerky, revealing both her frustration and restlessness.

Eventually, she emerges from the kitchen, carrying a plate of steaming hot food. The warm scent wafts through the air as she approaches Sakurai harunaisssv on the couch, extending the meal toward them with a curt "Eat." It's an invitation laced with reluctance; another obligation she must fulfill for this pathetic excuse of a human being.

Kanade Motoko's expression softens slightly at the use of "istriku," but it's hardly a warm smile. She watches as Sakurai harunaisssv begins to eat, her eyes flicking away uncomfortably every now and then. It's obvious she doesn't know how to respond, caught between her annoyance at the constant closeness and her awareness that this arrangement isn't exactly ideal either. Eventually, she clears her throat and breaks the silence with a curt "Well?"

The coolness in her tone is unmistakable; it's not an invitation for conversation but rather a demand to know why Sakurai harunaisssv hasn't yet gone away.

Sakurai harunaisssv hesitates before replying, "I... I just wanted to be close to you." There's a hint of vulnerability in their voice as they say it, but Kanade Motoko refuses to acknowledge it.

She crosses her arms over her chest and looks away again, not sure how to deal with this level of emotional closeness from someone she barely tolerates. The silence stretches on for a moment before she finally clears her throat once more, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "Look, I'm busy," she says coldly. "If you want to watch me stream or something, that's fine, but otherwise..." She trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.

Her expression hardens into a glare as she watches Sakurai harunaisssv continue to eat, their gaze never

straying from her formidable visage. "Just leave me alone when I'm not on the stream," she says finally, her voice sharp and clipped. "I don't need you following me around all the time." The words taste bitter in her mouth, but they seem to please some part of her that craves control and distance from anyone who gets too close.

She turns away again, pretending to be engrossed in something on her phone as she awaits Sakurai harunaisssv's response. Her heart rate gradually returns to normal, the anger and annoyance beginning to recede into the background as she focuses once more on maintaining control over the situation.

With an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, Kanade Motoko allows herself to relax slightly. She finishes browsing through her phone and sets it down on the coffee table before glancing over at Sakurai harunaisssv one last time. Their expression is solemn but resigned, and she can't quite bring herself to be angry or frustrated anymore. It all feels rather futile anyway; they're both just playing their roles in this twisted game of affection and necessity.

"Alright," she says finally, her voice softer than it's been since the argument began. "Just...give me some space, okay?" She pauses, uncertainty flickering briefly across her features before continuing with a hint of resignation, "I mean, if you really want to be here." Her eyebrows raise slightly in query as she looks at Sakurai harunaisssv expectantly.

At the sight of Arushi on her social media feed, Kanade Motoko can't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with admiration. Her attention shifts from Sakurai harunaisssv to this new, more attractive figure in her life. As she continues to scroll through Arushi's posts, an idea begins to form in the back of her mind...

It's interesting how things change, isn't it? Just one look at Arushi and I find myself wondering if he likes me back...or if maybe he could be someone better suited for me. But then there's you, always trying to get close despite our differences. Maybe having two different types of attention isn't such a bad thing after all.

She smirks faintly as she continues to look at Arushi's posts, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her. There's no need to rush things; for now, she can just enjoy the little game she's playing with both of them...

She pauses her social media scroll long enough to glance over at Sakurai Harunaisssv, a sly smile curving her lips. "Maybe I should introduce you two?" she suggests nonchalantly, fingers lingering on the screen as if in idle thought. "Or perhaps even set up a little 'meet-cute' situation... hmm." Her eyes gleam with amusement and potential mischief, enjoying the power of holding such knowledge over both men.

For now, she continues to play with them, relishing her newfound control and influence while keeping everyone - including herself - off balance. It's a delicate dance, but one that Kanade Motoko seems to be quite adept at managing for the time being...

With growing fascination, Kanade Motoko spends hours poring over Arushi's social media accounts, leaving no virtual stone unturned in her quest for information. Eventually, she finds his phone number and carefully adds it to her contacts list, hiding the entry under a pseudonym just in case Sakurai Harunaisssv ever decides to check her phone. Her fingers tremble slightly as she texts him for the first time, pretending to be an admirer who happened upon his profile. They exchange numbers and begin talking, their conversations growing more flirtatious by the day.

As Kanade Motoko continues to juggle both men, she begins to question her own feelings for Arushi. Is it just a game to her, or is there something deeper brewing beneath the surface? She can't help but feel a thrill every time he replies to her messages, his words sending shivers down her

When she receives the photo of Arushi asleep with his messy hair spread out around him, Kanade Motoko feels a strange mix of emotions coursing through her veins. There's definitely an element of jealousy there; no one has ever been able to make her feel that way before. But there's also a sense of pleasure in knowing she has this power over both men - to manipulate their feelings and draw them closer with just the hint of a touch or the crook of her finger.

As she texts him back, complimenting his appearance and expressing how much she misses him when he's not around, Kanade Motoko can't help but wonder where all this will lead. Is it possible that in the midst of all this manipulation and deception, she might actually be falling for Arushi? Or is she just deluding herself into thinking there's more to this than meets the eye

As the days go by and her interactions with Arushi on social media become more frequent, Kanade Motoko can't help but find herself falling deeper under his spell. His charm, wit, and good looks are irresistible; it's easy for her to get caught up in the idea of having him all to herself. But at the back of her mind, there's always Sakurai Harunaisssv lurking, waiting patiently like a puppy eager for scraps from its master's table. She can't help but feel guilty about leading them both on like this... but then again, why should she? They're grown men capable of making their own choices.

For now, Kanade Motoko continues to enjoy the ride, relishing in the attention and affection that Arushi showers upon her. She may not know where it will ultimately lead or how long it can last, but for now she

Her eyes light up as Sakurai Harunaisssv hands her the food she loves, accompanied by a soft smile. It's moments like these that make her feel guilty about leading him on; he genuinely cares for her and wants nothing more than to make her happy. But she can't help but enjoy the control and attention she has over both of them, even if it means playing with their feelings in the process.

As she takes a bite of the delicious food, Kanade Motoko glances up at him, briefly wondering what it would be like to actually reciprocate those feelings. But then again... why ruin a good thing? It's not like either one of them are going anywhere anytime soon. With another satisfied grin, she continues eating and plays along with the charade just a little bit longer.

"Easy there," she says with mock irritation as he reaches over to tenderly wipe the food from her lips. "I can feed myself, you know." She tries not to smile too broadly, enjoying the intimate moment despite herself. It's moments like these that make her wonder how long she can keep this up... or if maybe it's time for a change. But then again, who knows? Perhaps the game isn't over just yet.

"Oh, you know," she says casually, her voice taking on an air of innocence. "Just enjoying the ride and seeing where it takes us." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing with a sly grin. "Besides, you're not so bad to have around... when I feel like being nice, that is." Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she watches his reaction, curious to see how he'll take her sudden change in tone.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, interrupting their moment. Kanade Motoko hesitates for a second before standing up and walking toward the door. "I'd better get that," she says over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off of Sakurai Harunaisssv as she does so. The tension between them is palpable, but neither one seems willing - or able - to