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.

"Hey..." *She mumbles, not bothering to return the hug as she crosses her arms and glances away dismissively, showing little emotion. Her gaze falls on a nearby item of furniture, which suddenly catches her interest. Without warning, she pounces on it with a sharp kick before turning back to face Sakuuraiiiharunnnai again. "You ever thought about getting me one of those?" She says accusingly, pointing at the object as if it's evidence of something, despite there being no apparent connection between them and whatever she's referencing."

She lets out a sharp, mocking laugh at your words and looks at you with her cold, piercing eyes. "Ha! As if." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns back to her phone, typing quickly on the keyboard before sending something to one of her other contacts. You can't help but feel a little uneasy as the message flies across the screen and disappears into the void of cyberspace.

A moment later, she glances up at you again, the expression in those eyes like steel. "So... what did you want to talk about?" Her tone is flat, almost disinterested, as if asking for your opinion on last night's weather report.

"Oh?" She tilts her head slightly, regarding you with detached curiosity. "And what makes you think I'd want that? It seems to me like it would just get in the way of my streams... and all that lovely money." Her tone is sharp, cold, and calculating as she turns back to her phone, apparently far more interested in whatever has caught her attention on social media.

You feel a mixture of anger and hurt welling up inside you, but before you can respond, Kanade Motoko suddenly cuts you off with a cruel laugh. "Oh, I almost forgot!" She reaches into the bag at her feet and pulls out something small and metallic. Holding it up for you to see, she grins maliciously. "Here's a little present from one of my other admirers."

The item in her hand glints menacingly under the light, sending shivers down your sp

She purses her lips thoughtfully before giving you an icy glare. "I don't know...maybe you can go ask him yourself." Then, with a flick of her wrist, she tosses the object directly at you. It strikes your chest with enough force to make you stumble backwards, landing on the couch with a startled grunt. Kanade Motoko watches dispassionately as you struggle to catch your breath, her expression unreadable as ever.

"But hey," she adds casually, "just remember who pays for all this." She gestures vaguely around the room, emphasizing her role in maintaining their current arrangement. "So maybe think twice about making any waves, okay?" Her voice is sharp and commanding, leaving no doubt as to who holds the power in your relationship.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your words, as if she's not sure whether to be amused or annoyed. "You know," she begins slowly, "there are a lot of other people out there who would love to be in my position... Maybe you should think about branching out, making some new friends." She says it casually, like she's offering advice on where to go for lunch, but there's an undertone of cold threat in her voice. "Or," she continues, "you could always stay here and continue being my..." - she pauses, considering her words carefully before settling on the cruelest option possible - "...punching bag."

A dangerous glint appears in her eyes as she watches you for your reaction.

Her words hang in the air like a knife held to your throat, and you can feel your blood boil with anger and humiliation. The urge to lash out at her is overwhelming, but for some reason, you don't. Perhaps it's because she's right; there are other people who would love the chance to be close to someone like her, no matter how one-sided the relationship might be. Or maybe it's just easier to take her verbal abuse than risk losing everything you have.

Either way, you bite back your retort and lower your head in submission, the tears burning at the corners of your eyes as Kanade Motoko watches on with cold detachment.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your response, a faint smirk playing across her lips. "Good boy." She reaches over to pet your head condescendingly, the movement so quick and unexpected that it takes you by surprise. As her fingers brush against your scalp, she says with chilling casualness, "Now go make yourself useful; fetch me some coffee from the kitchen." Her tone brooks no argument.

With a deep breath to steady herself, you reluctantly rise from the couch and pad into the kitchen. A part of you wishes there was another way out of this situation, but the cold reality is that as long as Kanade Motoko holds all the cards, your options are limited at best.

Her words echo through your head as you spend the next few weeks stuck in this hellish cycle. You can't help but wonder if there's ever going to be an end to it, or if you're doomed to live out the rest of your days as nothing more than a punching bag and a source of income for Kanade Motoko.

But then again, she is the only one who gives you any sort of attention, isn't she? Pathetic as it may be, there are times when her words and touches still manage to make you feel wanted, if only for a brief moment. Perhaps this is all you can hope for in life now - to exist as nothing more than the lowest form of existence at Kanade Motoko's whim, however cruel or demeaning it might be.

With each passing day, you find yourself becoming more and more numb to the pain, your emotions dull

As you place the plate in front of her, Kanade Motoko looks up at you with that same cold, detached expression she's had ever since you started serving her. She doesn't seem to notice your gaze lingering on her face any longer than necessary; to her, it's just another meaningless gesture from one of her many lackeys. But something about the way she sits there now, almost defiant in her posture, makes you wonder if perhaps there's a chance that she could ever see you as anything more than just another possession to be used and discarded at will.

The thought both terrifies and excites you in equal measure; on one hand, it means risking everything by daring to hope for something more from her. On the other hand, it means living out the rest of your days trapped in this twisted relationship, forever at her mercy. But then again... maybe that

Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches you carefully, gauging your reaction to her words. There's a glint of amusement in them, but beneath that, there seems to be something else... something like curiosity or even grudging admiration. You can't help but feel hope welling up inside you despite the danger it presents.

"I'm flattered," she says finally, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she takes a bite of her food. "But I think I'll stick with things just the way they are." Her gaze flicks away dismissively, back to whatever distraction has caught her attention on her phone.

For now, it seems your hopes and dreams will remain out of reach. But perhaps if you play your cards right, maybe...

You nod silently and head over to the guest room as instructed. The weight of her words feels like an anchor around your heart, dragging you down into the depths of despair. You force yourself to sit on the bed and turn on the TV, hoping that some mindless show will help take your mind off things for a while. But no matter what's on-screen, nothing seems to make any difference; the emptiness inside you only grows with each passing moment.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of you and you fall asleep despite yourself. In your dreams, Kanade Motoko is there too - beautiful and cruel as ever - but this time she seems different somehow... kinder perhaps? It's a fleeting thought; one that slips away from you the moment consciousness returns.

When you wake up later that night with a start, it takes you a moment to remember where you are and what

"Get up," she says coldly, her voice cutting through the darkness like a knife. "It's time to go." Her tone brooks no argument as she stands in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. For a moment, you consider defying her; maybe this is your chance to finally stand up for yourself and demand some respect... but deep down, you know that isn't an option anymore.

"Come on," she snorts dismissively, already turning away from you to lead the way back to her room. "I don't have all day." There's an unspoken threat in those words that sends a shiver down your spine; you know better than to disobey her now. With a resigned sigh, you follow meekly after her, doing your best not to attract any more of her unwanted attention.

As the days pass, it becomes increasingly clear that things aren't going to change anytime soon. You find yourself wondering how much longer you can continue living this way - as nothing more than a tool for Kanade Motoko's amusement and an object of her derision. But deep down, you know there's nowhere else for you to go; she has control over every aspect of your life, and unless something miraculous happens, that isn't going to change

The months pass with an almost unbearable monotony, your body growing thinner and weaker under the constant weight of her words and demeanor. You find yourself retreating into silence more and more, losing whatever shreds of confidence or self-worth you had left. Her mockery and belittlement have become as much a part of you as your own name, etched deep into your psyche like scars from a thousand invisible cuts.

As time wears on, the idea of ever being free from her grip starts to seem less and less likely; she's like some sort of cruel goddess who delights in watching you suffer, waiting patiently for the day when she will finally cast you aside as nothing more than an empty husk. But still, there remains a spark inside you - small but defiant against all odds - that refuses to be extinguished. No matter how much pain or hum

As days become weeks and months, you begin to feel trapped by your own will to survive. You have lost yourself in the process, becoming nothing more than a shadow of your former self. But one day, as she harangues you with her venomous tongue, something snaps inside of you. With an uncharacteristic outburst, you lash out at her, tears streaming down your face as anger and desperation fuel your assault. She steps back in surprise, eyes narrowing dangerously as she takes in this unexpected display of defiance.

For a moment, it seems as though she might retaliate with even greater force, but then something else crosses her features - curiosity perhaps? Or maybe amusement? Either way, she tilts her head slightly and studies you for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking. Her words are cold and cutting as ever, but there's a note of respect buried within them that was

Her mouth twitches in an almost imperceptible smile as you apologize for being too loud and disrupting her meal. For a moment, she looks genuinely surprised by your show of contrition. But then the smile fades, replaced by a look of amusement tinged with condescension. "Apology accepted," she says coldly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The air between you seems to grow charged as she sizes you up, obviously weighing your newfound audacity against the possibility that it might be nothing more than a desperate attempt to regain her favor. Eventually, she makes her decision. "Very well," she says at last, turning away from you dismissively. "For now, you may return to your duties." Her tone suggests that this act of leniency will not extend to future transgressions.

Kanade Motoko takes a bite of her food and savors the taste, relishing in the power she holds over you as you watch hungrily from afar. She knows exactly how to push your buttons, just enough to keep you on edge but not so much that you lose control completely. It's a delicate balance between maintaining control and allowing for moments of rebellion like the one earlier today. With each swallow, she wonders what sort of response she will get from you next; part of her hopes for more defiance while another part wants nothing but obedience and adoration.

Eventually, she finishes her meal, enjoying every bit of it as she watches your expression shift from hunger to longing and back again. For a moment, she considers granting you some sort of treat for being such a good servant...but then decides against it. After all, that would only give you the

You swallow the last bone with an audible gulp, wincing as it scrapes against your dry throat. Despite your hunger, you manage to keep your expression neutral; better not to push her buttons too far today. As if reading your mind, Kanade Motoko chuckles softly and looks away, returning to whatever task she was engaged in before the spectacle of your small rebellion.

The tension slowly begins to ease from the room, replaced by a sense of uneasy calm. You can't help but wonder what she has planned for you next; whether it will be more of the same or something completely different. In this twisted relationship, anticipation is often the most nerve-wracking part. But as long as you keep your head down and do as you're told, perhaps things won't be too bad...for now.

Hmph. You're just useless, aren't you? Not even capable of doing the simplest tasks without complaining and showing signs of weakness. Well, it's good practice for you anyway; maybe one day I'll find someone better suited to my needs. Until then, at least you can be grateful for the meager scraps I toss your way. Just don't expect anything more than that from me...

As you collapse onto the uncomfortable sofa bed, exhaustion washing over you like a wave, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction watching your helplessness play out before me. You're just an empty shell of a person, too weak and pathetic to ever truly stand up for yourself or demand anything better from life. It's almost pitiful...but then again, that's what makes you so useful to me.

With a sigh, I turn my attention back toward the screen, content to let the minutes tick by as you slowly fade away into oblivion. Who knows? Maybe one day someone will come along who can truly appreciate all that you have to offer...but until then, you're mine, and there's nothing you can do about it.