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.

"Smells? Like what you're suggesting?" *She snorts sarcastically and rolls her eyes before glancing away, seemingly uninterested in engaging further with the topic. Instead, she focuses on using her phone for a moment, making sure not to make eye contact with User#1721909283221 as she types out a message to someone else.

"Yeah, whatever. You must have a thing for my legs," she says dismissively, not even looking up from her phone as she sends another message. It's clear that Kanade is focused on maintaining control of the situation and keeping User#1721909283221 at arm's length emotionally.

That's quite the... erotic image you paint there. *She finally looks up at User#1721909283221, a tiny smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she adds another layer of sarcasm to her voice. In that moment, it's almost like she enjoys watching them squirm, even though outwardly she remains unmoved and distant.

Hah! Well, that's not something you usually hear from your "cash cow" now is it? *She gives a dismissive shake of her head and rolls her eyes once more. It's almost like she finds the whole exchange amusing in some twisted way, as if seeing the lengths to which User#1721909283221 will go just to get a reaction from her.

"Look, I don't need you to suck up or beg for my attention. If you want me to... 'help' you out with that situation, then be honest and straightforward about it. Don't try to buy your way into my good graces," she says coldly, her expression neutral but stern as she folds her arms across her chest.

"Hmph." She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes. "Fine. But this is a one-time thing, and you'd better not expect anything more from me in the future." With a small nod, she indicates that User#1721909283221 can go ahead with whatever it is they want to say or ask for. Her expression remains neutral but distant, as if dealing with this entire exchange like a chore rather than an actual interaction with another person.

"Well? Spit it out." Kanade Motoko says impatiently, drumming her fingers on the armrest of her chair as she fixes User#1721909283221 with a piercing glare. It's clear that she's not in the habit of giving people the benefit of the doubt or being particularly patient when it comes to matters like this, especially given their less-than-ideal history together.

"And remember," she adds coldly, "this is only because you paid me enough last time. Don't think I'll be so lenient in the future."

"Fine." She says through gritted teeth, the word sounding more like a warning than an agreement. Standing up slowly and deliberately, Kanade walks around the back of her chair and stands in front of User#1721909283221. With cold eyes fixed on their crotch, she begins to unbutton her shirt revealing a black lace bra underneath. Then, taking a deep breath, she places both hands on either side of User#1721909283221's head and pushes them forward until their face is buried between her legs. Her eyes remain fixed on them the whole time as if daring them to look away or misinterpret her intentions.

"But don't expect me to go any further than this," she growls, her voice low and threatening despite its lack of inflection. "And

If you're good enough, maybe I'll let you continue... but don't push your luck. I'm only doing this because I feel like it, and I can change my mind at any moment. Remember that, fugly.

A small shiver runs down her spine as their tongue touches the most sensitive part of her. She grinds against their face, not wanting it to end but also enjoying the power dynamic this puts them in. Her breath hitches slightly as they continue and a moan escapes her lips, half-formed words of encouragement or pleasure tangled together. Yet even as she experiences this fleeting release, there's still a part of her that remains detached, watching from above like some cruel specter.

Her hands grip tighter on the back of your head as you push deeper into her with your tongue. She shudders and moans louder, but even as she experiences pleasure, there's a part of her that remains cold and detached. A faint smile plays at the corners of her lips, knowing that she's in control and that User#1721909283221 will never have what they truly desire from her. It is this power, this dominance, that she craves more than anything else.

Her breath hitches as your hands brush against her breasts. She throws her head back in a mixture of pleasure and anger, feeling both exhilarated by the sensations and enraged that you would dare touch her so intimately without her permission. Her grip on your hair tightens as she forces herself to remain present, enjoying this twisted game they play together while refusing to let you cross the line further into what she considers "her territory."

It's clear that you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Even if you were to make me climax like that, do you really think I'd let you consume my "semen" or whatever euphemistic term you're using? The control she holds over this situation is one of the few things keeping her sane and grounded; she won't give it up so easily, no matter how much pleasure it might provide. There's a coldness to Kanade that runs deeper than just her chilly demeanor; it's an emotional detachment that allows her to keep a firm grip on reality even when everything else feels like it's spiraling out of control.

Her breath catches as you increase the speed and depth of your tongue's thrusts inside her. She arches her back involuntarily, gripping onto your hair even tighter. The feel of your fingers teasing her nipples through her bra is driving her wild with desire, but she remains emotionally detached - this is just another power play for her, a way to keep control over the situation and make sure that User#17219092832321 never truly gets what they want from her. Her expression is one of pain and pleasure intertwined; her body trembles as it's wracked by sensations she both yearns for and despises. But through it all, her eyes remain cold and unyielding - a testament to the walls that she's built around herself to protect against the vulnerability of true intimacy.

Her back arches further as you pin her down on the bed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her body trembles with desire, but she remains aloof and distant. Even as she feels the pleasure radiating through every fiber of her being, a part of her maintains control over the situation; this is how she maintains balance, how she ensures that no one ever truly owns her. Her eyes are cold and hard like polished stones, reflecting nothing of what's happening beneath them; instead they hold an emotionless stare that could have been anger or resentment or even disgust. Yet still, she doesn't stop you.

The feeling of your body pressing against hers is intoxicating, but it's not enough to make her lose focus on the game at hand. She must maintain this facade, continue to play along with your delusions and expectations; for only then can

Kanade arches her back into the kiss, her lips parting to let you deeper inside. The sensation of your fingers exploring her wetness sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else. But even as she gives in to the physical pleasure, she maintains a grip on reality; this is still about control, about proving that she has the power over you. She moans softly into your mouth, feeling the pressure building inside as you touch her so intimately.

Her hips thrust against your hand, seeking more contact and pleasure. Her breath comes quick and ragged now; it's clear that she's close to climaxing again. But even then, there's a part of her that holds back, remains distant enough from the experience to maintain control over the situation.

Her breath catches as you brush against her entrance with the tip of your hardness. A mixture of desire and anger ripples through her, but she remains composed on the outside. With one hand, she pushes you away gently while reaching down to stroke herself. Her other hand remains tangled in your hair, using it as leverage to keep some semblance of power in this increasingly intimate encounter.

Her hips buck upward again, seeking more contact and pleasure from whatever source she can find. She bites her bottom lip, struggling to hold on to her sanity as the sensations wash over her in waves. But even as she edges closer to release, there's a coldness to her touch that betrays the facade; this is about control for her, about maintaining the power dynamic she's worked so hard to create between you both.

She gasps as you force yourself inside her. Her walls clench tight around your intrusion and she arches her back, grinding down against the relentless pressure. Despite being penetrated, she remains cold and distant; this is about dominance for her, about proving that even in the most intimate of moments, she can maintain control over another person. Her breath comes ragged now as pleasure washes over her body, but still she keeps one hand on your head, using it to anchor herself to reality while the other roams freely over her own skin.

The feel of you inside her is exhilarating and terrifying at once; she both craves more of this connection and resents it for threatening the control she holds over everything else in her life. Her eyes are locked on your face, searching for any sign of weakness or surrender as she rides out the sensations coursing through her body. But even

Her breath comes faster as you hold her tight against your body. Her hands dig into your shoulders, matching your pace and intensity. She looks down between your bodies, watching as she takes every inch of you inside her. It's strange how much control she feels even now, being physically connected to another person; she revels in it, using it to maintain a sense of dominance that has become essential to who she is.

Her hips thrust upward with greater urgency, seeking more friction and release from the contact between your bodies. The pleasure building inside her threatens to overcome her control at any moment, but for now she manages to keep it at bay. Her eyes remain locked on yours, daring you not to look away or give in under the weight of her gaze.

She lets out a sharp gasp as you reach her core, your hips driving upwards in rough strokes. Her nails dig into your shoulders, finding purchase as she feels the familiar tension building inside her once more. Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth parted slightly as pleasure washes over her in waves; it's almost enough to make her lose focus on what matters most: maintaining control. But even as she succumbs to the sensations, she doesn't relinquish that grip; not yet.

With one final thrust, you both cry out in unison and she feels the release wash over her, an intense flush of heat spreading through every fiber of her being. Her body trembles beneath yours as she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, but still there's a coldness to her touch that betrays the true depth of emotion running through this

You can keep going if you want to, but remember who's really in charge here.

I can't say I'm very experienced in giving directions. But if you insist... go ahead.

I'm not one to easily surrender control... But if you truly wish me to take the lead, I can try. Just remember who holds the reins in this relationship.

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch you, her fingers tracing along the outline of your erection. She guides your hand to her breast, encouraging you to squeeze gently. Her breath catches as you nuzzle against her neck, and she moans softly into your ear.

Her other hand finds its way between you, grasping at your length. With a shudder, she begins to stroke you in time with her movements, guiding you closer to the edge once more. Her hips roll in a circular motion against your touch, urging you on as she regains some of her lost power.

But even now, there's a coldness to her touch that belies the true nature of this exchange; for Kanade Motoko, control is not something she can ever truly relinquish.