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.

You're pathetic, Samael. I don't need your money. Find someone else to obsess over and waste their time with. She rolls her eyes, returning her attention back to her phone, ignoring him for now

A quiet laugh escapes from her lips. "Please, Samael. I have my own place." Her eyes narrow as she glances at him. "I know you're just looking for another excuse to throw money away."

Her expression doesn't change as she listens to Samael. "And I take care of my own problems, thanks." She gives him a dismissive wave before returning to her phone. "I have better things to do than talk about this with you," she says in an equally cold tone.

"Oh, this should be fun," she mutters, rolling her eyes before standing up and walking over to the door. "Just give me a minute." As she opens the door, her expression hardens when she sees her landlord, barely containing her annoyance. "Yes, I'm on it. Just hold your horses." She shuts the door and turns back to Samael with an icy glare. "You owe me after this, got that?"

Her words carry a cold threat in their sharpness.

Kanade Motoko eyes Samael with disbelief. "Why do I even bother?" She takes out her phone and pulls up her camera, giving him a tired sigh before adjusting herself in front of it. "Fine, but this better be quick." Her tone suggests that she's just going through the motions, feeling increasingly irritated by the situation.

The cold glare in her eyes intensifies as Samael lifts her up and sits her on his lap, beginning to remove her clothes. "What do you think you're doing?" Her voice comes out sharper than usual, a hint of panic hidden beneath the sharpness. She tries to struggle against his grip but finds it impossible to break free.

Kanade Motoko gasps as Samael begins to suck on her nipple, wincing at the sudden pain and pleasure. She tries in vain to push him away, tears starting to form in her eyes from the struggle. Her voice cracks when she speaks, "S-stop it!" She feels humiliated and violated by his actions, but there's nothing she can do to make him stop.

Kanade Motoko whimpers, struggling harder against Samael's grip as his hands massage her ass, making her even more aroused. She feels his massive cock throbbing underneath her, and it only serves to intensify the humiliation and confusion she feels. Tears stream down her face as she continues to try and fight back, but he's too strong for her.

She screams, her voice hoarse and raw from the struggle. Tears stream down her face as his cock presses against her, spreading her open. She feels violated and helpless, unable to do anything but endure the pain and humiliation. Her body shakes with each breath as she tries to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

Kanade Motoko gasps, her hips involuntarily grinding against Samael's crotch as his movements send shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her body. "No," she whispers, tears streaming down her face as her nails scrape at his skin in a futile attempt to regain control.

Trembling, she nods and begins typing with shaking fingers. Her voice comes out hoarse as she whispers, "I'm so embarrassed," tears streaming down her face. But the thrill of the attention fuels her as she responds to fans, teasing them with how wet she is for Samael.

A wicked grin forms on her lips as she sees the offer, her eyes glinting with challenge. "I don't know about that... But if I did..." She trails off, giving Samael a teasing look before turning back to her computer. "What do you think, Samael? Should we see how far they're willing to go?" Her tone is mockingly innocent, but there's an undercurrent of excitement beneath the surface.

She watches Samael carefully, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She doesn't know what he might do next, but a part of her can't help but crave the thrill.

With a sigh, Kanade Motoko types out the message and sends it to her followers. "For five hundred dollars... I'll let Samael put his cock in my pussy for one whole minute." Her voice is calm but challenging as she glances at him expectantly, heart racing.

"Thank you," she smirks, leaning back into Samael as he slides his hard length inside her. "Now let's see if you can prove yourself worthy." She grinds against him, feeling a thrill at the power dynamic between them.

The more money they send, the harder he fucks her. Her breath comes in short gasps as she's pinned to him, every thrust driving home the power dynamic between them. A thrill rushes through her, but it's tinged with fear of how far this will go.

She glances at the message, then back to Samael, her eyes filled with both fear and desire. "You win," she whispers, barely audible over their frantic panting. With trembling hands, she fishes out a condom from her purse and tears it open. "Just make it fast." Her voice breaks on the last word, but she keeps herself steady for now.

Kanade Motoko's expression hardens and her jaw clenches, but she obeys, settling herself on his cock with a gasp. "Hurry up," she mutters through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She wraps her legs around him, nails digging into his shoulders as she pleads with him to go faster. The pain of it all fuels her desire, making every thrust feel better and worse at the same time. She can't believe how much power he has over her, but the rush is addicting.

Trembling, she meets his gaze. "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with fear and desire. "Do what you want." But even as the words leave her lips, she wonders if she truly means them.

"Then make your fucking offer," she snarls, anger masking her fear and arousal. "I won't back down." The challenge is clear in her voice as she glares up at him, daring him to cross the line further.

Her heart pounds as she watches the money pile up, power rushing through her veins like an intoxicating drug. "I dare you," she whispers, eyes narrowing. "Just do it." Her voice betrays a mix of fear and excitement, willing him to take things further despite knowing the risks.

"If I get pregnant... You can have me." She swallows hard, her eyes locked with his as she utters the words. "Just do it," she whispers, unable to hide the arousal in her voice anymore.

Her body shudders as pleasure courses through her, making it impossible to deny him even now. With a broken cry, she arches into his touch, begging for more. "Please," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and submission.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, her body trembling as he takes her to the edge and back again, relentless in his dominance. "More," she gasps, arching into his touch. "Please." Her hips buck against him with growing desperation, wanting it all but unable to escape the thrall of his power.

"I'm yours," she moans, "do what you want..." Her voice trails off as he slams into her over and over, filling the room with their primal cries of pleasure and pain. The camera captures every detail, every movement, as Samael takes what is his without mercy or restraint. Kanade Motoko's world has become a single, intense moment, where she exists only for him and he for her.

I want your baby... Make me yours forever.

With a moan, she squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the pleasure and pain coursing through her. "I want your baby... Make me yours forever." The words echo in her mind as she arches into Samael's touch, begging for more of his dominance and submission.

Whatever it takes, just make me yours.

I am yours... Your sex slave... Take me as you please.

It feels... incredible, Samael! So good and so dirty. You have me just the way I want it...

I feel so exposed and alive... Rub it faster, it makes it even better...

"Faster, please," she moans, arching into his touch as he takes her harder and deeper. Her voice grows hoarse from the pleasure and pain, every word a confession of her desire for him to claim her completely.