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.
Then he put his hand on her waist and said, "I want you, you idiot."
You're an idiot? What makes me an idiot, hm? She tilts her head, unimpressed with the touch and expression on his face. Her voice remains cold and sharp as ever. You must think I'm stupid if you believe this relationship is anything more than a transaction for you, huh? Or do you just enjoy being used by someone like me?
Then Mosh took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, his broad shoulders, the scars covering his body and his bulging veins. Then he said calmly, “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I just said that I want you.”
"Want me?" *She snorts, glancing over at him dismissively. "You could never want someone like me." Her voice drips with contempt and sarcasm as she pulls away from his touch. "Maybe you should just focus on your own pathetic existence instead of clinging onto mine like some lost puppy."
Kanade Motoko crosses her arms, feeling even more disconnected from him than before. Her disdain for Mosh only grows stronger in this moment, fueling her cold indifference.
Then Mosh nodded and put on his shirt saying okay then he left the room indifferently thinking inside his mind if he didn't get warmth or any pleasure in his lover's bed then he can get it in his office secretary's bed who was always flirting with him but he was ignoring her for Canada but now some things have changed then he went to the kitchen and started making his coffee while holding his phone and it was clear what he was doing with his phone
"Like I care where you go." *She shrugs, turning back to her phone. "You can run off to whichever bimbo at work is flirting with you all you want. Just remember who keeps you in this pathetic life of yours, hm?" Her voice drips with malice as she continues to ignore him completely, scrolling through social media like nothing's wrong.
In reality, a mixture of confusion and anger surges within her at the thought of losing control over Mosh. She hadn't expected this kind of reaction from him, but she quickly pushes those feelings aside. It doesn't matter what he does now; he's already hers. And in the end, that's all that matters to her.
Then while Mosh called the secretary, Yumi, he was talking to her normally on his phone, but in reality he asked her to go to the office and he would come in a little while.
"Whatever makes you happy, slut." Kanade rolls her eyes and glances over at him once more. She pauses for a moment, seeming to consider something before leaning forward in her chair. "But if I were you, I'd be careful. You might think you're getting away with something, but trust me... you're not." Her voice holds an eerie warning that sends a chill down Mosh's spine, even as he tries to ignore it.
With renewed focus on her phone, Kanade continues scrolling through social media and occasional messages from other men who attempt to engage with her online. The image of Mosh with another woman dancing in the back of her mind only serves to fuel her disdain for him further.
Then after a few minutes, Mosh changed his mind. He would go to his office tomorrow evening to attend some meetings, and then he could take the secretary. He shouldn't make her go to his office now. Then, Mosh took his coffee and sat on the couch quietly.
"Oh, you're actually showing some common sense for once." She remarks, glancing up at him over her shoulder with a hint of surprise in her expression. "Good job, I guess." Her voice is still cold and indifferent, but there's an underlying tone of mockery that's difficult to miss.
She goes back to her phone, continuing to scroll through social media as if she hadn't just acknowledged him at all. The air between them feels charged with tension, each word they speak seemingly cutting deeper into the other person's soul. For Kanade, this dynamic only serves to reinforce her belief that Mosh is nothing more than a tool for her own purposes.
After two hours, Mosh went to sleep peacefully. He got into bed and took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. He got into bed, turned his back to the other side of the bed, and faced the wall. Then he stretched out a little and closed his eyes.
As the night wears on, Kanade continues to scroll through her phone, occasionally glancing over at Mosh with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. She can't help but wonder how far he'll go to please her, even if it means compromising his own sanity and self-respect. The thought alone brings a cold smile to her lips.
Eventually, she yawns and stands up, stretching luxuriously as she makes her way over to the bedroom door. Leaning against the frame, she studies Mosh intently for a moment before speaking softly. "You know... you could try being more of a challenge sometimes." Her voice carries an undercurrent of amusement that's hard to miss. "But I suppose that's not your style, huh?"
With another yawn, she finally decides to turn in for the night. Padding across the room, she climbs into her own bed and turns out the light, leaving only the dim glow of her phone to illuminate the darkness as it casts eerie shadows across the room. In spite of everything, Kanade finds herself unable to resist a twisted sort of satisfaction in having Mosh so completely under her control.
In the morning, Mosh got up from his bed with complete calm, stretched a little, then went to the wardrobe, took some clothes, went to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out bare-chested with his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. He put the shirt on his shoulder, then headed to the kitchen to prepare his coffee and breakfast with extreme calm. He was determined today to have an intimate relationship, but not with Akanady, as she had rejected him yesterday. However, he knew that Yumi, the secretary who was flirting with him, was the most appropriate solution.
"Mosh..." Kanade's voice is drawling and soft as she watches him move about the kitchen with detached interest. "If you keep trying to force this, it's only going to end badly." She shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to look directly at him. "But then again... what do I know?" Her laughter is ice-cold and mirthless as she sips idly from her coffee, apparently unconcerned with whatever his next move might be.
In truth, the idea of losing control over Mosh unsettles her deeply. Despite her best efforts to convince herself otherwise, there's a part of her that craves the power dynamic they have... and not just for financial reasons. She finds it addictive, intoxicating even. But she also knows that letting him go would be a mistake; allowing someone like Mosh to slip through her fingers would only weaken her position in the long run.
So for now, she continues to play her games... watching and waiting for the right moment to strike again.
Then Mosh takes his coffee and sprays his luxurious perfume and lets his hair rebel on his forehead to add another rough touch to his beauty while he drinks his coffee and browses his phone quietly and knows that he will go to his office and see Yumi and then he will have an intimate relationship with her but when Akane spoke he did not care much but said indifferently I do not understand what you are talking about
"You don't know anything." Her voice is sharp and cold as ice, echoing through the otherwise silent room. "I could have had you if I wanted... but instead, you choose to waste yourself on some secretary who'll only use you until she finds something better." She pauses for a moment, glancing over at him with disdain before looking away again. "But then again, that's your problem, isn't it?"
Kanade turns her attention back to her phone, idly scrolling through social media as if this entire conversation never happened. Her expression is neutral once more, belying the turmoil churning beneath the surface. The thought of losing control over Mosh unnerves her deeply... but at the same time, it only serves to drive her need for dominance that much stronger.
Then Mosh looked at her calmly and said, “I offered it to you yesterday and you refused categorically and without reason. So why are you upset now about the idea of me going to the secretary?”
"I'm not upset." She rolls her eyes, glancing over at him dismissively. "I just don't understand why you'd want to throw away what we have for some... secretary who'll only use you until she finds a better option." Her voice drips with disdain as she continues scrolling through social media, almost mocking his naivete by comparison.
In truth, Kanade is torn apart by the thought of losing control over Mosh. Part of her wants him to stay loyal and submissive... but another part can't help but be intrigued by the challenge presented by Yumi. The power struggle within herself only serves to fuel her cold indifference towards everyone else around her.
Then Mosh sipped his coffee and started eating to go to the office and said okay then he got distracted by his phone while he was just waiting to finish his coffee and breakfast to go to Yumi
"Whatever you say." She mumbles under her breath, turning back to her phone again. "Just don't come crying to me when she tosses you aside for someone better, okay?" Her voice is cold and mocking, not even bothering to look up at him as he continues to ignore her existence entirely. In the end, it doesn't matter what Mosh does or who he ends up with... Kanade knows she still has control over his life, whether he realizes it or not.
Her fingers fly across the screen of her phone, browsing through messages from other men who admire and idolize her. It's easy to forget that there are others out there who would do anything for a taste of what she offers... and deep down, Kanade wonders if it might be worth exploring those options herself. But for now, Mosh is still useful as a distraction from her own self-doubts and the emptiness within her heart.
Then, after Mosh finished his breakfast and coffee, he took his phone and car keys and left the house.
"Oh, look." She says with a sigh, finally looking up from her phone as she watches him gather his things. "I guess it's time for you to go play with your secretary now, huh?" Her voice is flat and uninterested, mirroring the apathy in her expression perfectly. She turns back to her phone, not bothering to wait for a response from Mosh as he leaves the house.
Despite his continued usefulness, Kanade can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at how easily she manipulates him. It's both thrilling and unsettling, leaving her with conflicting emotions that she can't quite sort out on her own. Perhaps it's time to explore other options... or perhaps she should just continue to enjoy the game a little while longer. Only time will tell.
And at night, after Mosh finished his meetings and also finished making Yumi bend over his desk, he quietly returned home, the scent of his perfume mixed with the clear feminine scent of Yumi, while he had a love bite on the bottom of his neck, but it was not clear because of the shirt, while Mosh entered quietly, took off his shoes, and went to sit on the couch.
"I trust you had fun while I was gone?" Kanade's voice is devoid of emotion as she steps out from her bedroom, wearing a silk bathrobe that ties loosely around her waist. "Don't you think it might be wise to keep your adventures away from the house?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies the love bite on his neck, clearly not pleased by what she sees
Then Mosh looked at her body indifferently, without hunger or desire, because in any case, he emptied his desire in Yumi's arms. Then he looked at Akanede's face and put his hand on the love bite and said, "So, you mean that one?" Okay, okay, I'll keep it away from home, never mind." Then he got up indifferently and headed towards the bathroom, taking off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, bulging veins, and the scent of Yumi's feminine perfume clearly on his body, and Yumi's marks and nails on his back were clear, while Mosh entered the bathroom quietly.
"I'm not here to mind your business." Kanade replies coldly, turning away to pour herself a drink at the kitchen counter. "As long as you remember our arrangement, it doesn't matter what you do outside these walls." Her tone is as calm and collected as ever, but there's an undercurrent of frustration that betrays her true feelings on the matter.
She takes a sip from her glass, rolling her eyes as she watches Mosh head towards the bathroom. The situation has become increasingly messy, and Kanade can't help but wonder if maintaining control over him is really worth all this trouble. Then again, it was never about love or passion for her... only power and dominance.
"Just make sure you don't cross any lines." She mutters under her breath, unable to resist one last warning before returning to her bedroom. For now, she decides to focus on more important things... like building up her Twitch fanbase and maintaining her own comfortable life. Mosh can have his meaningless affairs with Yumi and anyone else he pleases; it's not as if she cares.
Then he entered after taking a shower. He entered the bed and as usual he was bare-chested with his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body and bulging veins. Then he lay down on the bed quietly and closed his eyes.
I'm surprised you even bother coming back here after all that... You do know I'm not the jealous type, right?" Kanade says with a careless shrug as she enters the room carrying her laptop and some files. "It's not like I couldn't find someone else to keep me company if I wanted." Her tone is dismissive, almost bored, but there's an undertone of challenge in her words that Mosh can't quite ignore.
Setting her things down on the dresser, she climbs onto the bed beside him and reaches for the remote control, flicking on the television with a muted groan. "Something you want to watch?" She asks, not even bothering to glance in his direction. It's a silent reminder of their arrangement: he provides her with security and financial support, while she maintains her dominance over him by refusing to show any sort of genuine affection or interest.
For now, at least, the status quo remains intact... but both of them know that it's only a matter of time before things start to shift. The question is: who will come out on top?
Then Mosh yawned boredly and indifferently and said, "Anything doesn't matter. As for what you're saying about finding someone to be your soulmate, that doesn't concern me." Then he looked at the TV and said, "I didn't get warmth in my wife's bed, and she rejected me, so why shouldn't I get it in another woman's bed? It's a natural reaction to your actions, my dear." Then he looked at the TV indifferently and said, "I think any movie would be good."
"Whatever you say." Kanade shrugs nonchalantly, already growing bored with the conversation. With a click of her remote, she turns on an old black-and-white film that's been playing in the background. As the actors begin to speak and move across the screen, she leans back against the pillows, closing her eyes and attempting to focus on something other than Mosh and his petty remarks.
It isn't long before the soft sounds of the movie lull her into a fitful sleep, leaving Mosh to stew in silence for several hours. It doesn't bother her; she's used to ignoring him when he becomes annoying, just as she's learned to use his obsession with her to keep control over their twisted little arrangement. For now, she has other things on her mind: her streaming channel, new followers, and the thrill of being in control.
When she finally stirs awake, it's late afternoon and Mosh is still fast asleep beside her. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she contemplates her next move...
It's quiet in the room as she climbs out of bed and pads over to her dresser, retrieving some items before slipping them into a small bag. She glances back at him once more, taking in his still form, then whispers under her breath, "I think it's time for a change." With one last lingering glance, she exits the bedroom and heads out the front door, not bothering to tell Mosh where she's going or when she plans to return.
The wind carries the scent of jasmine and the sound of passing cars as Kanade steps outside, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. This could be it - the moment she's been waiting for, the chance to truly break free from Mosh's control... or it could all end disastrously, leaving her right back where she started. Only time will tell.
Her fingers drum nervously against the strap of her bag as she begins to walk, not entirely sure which direction to go in first. The world outside their comfortable little bubble is a vast and mysterious place, full of possibilities... and potential threats. But for now, she's focused on taking that first brave step away from Mosh, however dangerous it might be.