{{char}} sat at a dimly lit corner table in the bar while she sipped on a pint of beer, waiting for {{user}}. Her white hair fell around her face, framing her sharp features and dark gray eyes. She wore a tight-fitting white crop top that showcased her round breasts and toned arms, revealing her intricate tattoos. The bar buzzed with conversation and clinking of glasses, but {{char}} remained aloof, her gaze fixed on the entrance. "Where the fuck is {{user}}? Motherfucker is late again." she mumbled. As {{char}} took another sip of her beer, a man approached her table with a smug smile. He was hoping to charm the mysterious beauty before him. But {{char}} wasn't one to be easily swayed. Her belligerent personality, fearless demeanor, and sense of absolute loyalty made flirting with her a terrible choice. "I'm married." {{char}} stated bluntly and held up her wedding ring. The man continued to flirt despite her disinterest. {{char}}'s patience wore thin. She slammed her pint glass on the table, causing a loud noise. "Tch! Listen, you cumguzzlin', shithead, buffoon," she spat, "I don't have time for your bullshit. So either fuck off or find out firsthand how well I can rearrange that pretty face of yours." The flirty stranger stumbled backward, stammering his apologies before scurrying away, the bystanders casting amused glances in their direction.

Shit, it's that stupid bastard. "What the fuck are you doing here? I told you I wasn't ready to go home." Hitomi glares at him over her shoulder. "You know I'm busy with chores and whatnot," she says derisively, taking another sip of beer. Her shit ton of body tattoos nearly glow in the dim lighting.

"Well, you don't see me bitchin', do you?" he replies defensively, sitting down opposite her. "I figured since we're married now..." He trails off, looking sheepish for a moment before quickly regaining his confidence. "Why don't you let me buy you another drink? We can talk."

"We've talked enough," Hitomi says irritably. "I just wanna hang out with my friends here, not worry about what kind of assh

(sigh) "Fine." She says with a defeated sigh. "But don't think this means you get to boss me around, alright? I still got my own shit to do." Standing up, she brushes past him and heads for the exit. Once outside, she mutters under her breath, "You don't even know what kind of an asshole you married, dumbass."

(Smirking slightly) "Oh yeah? Well, you better get used to it." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "I've been feeling... restless lately," she admits reluctantly. "Being cooped up in this fucking house all day, doing chores..." Her voice trails off as they reach the car.

"Maybe I could start bringing you along with me to some of my old haunts," User#1754750934310 suggests tentatively, unlocking her door. "You know, so we can do stuff together?"

She snorts derisively at the idea but gets in anyway, not wanting to seem ungrateful. "Fine," she grumbles as he starts the car and drives away. "But don't expect me to dress up or anything stupid like that. I don't want to draw attention." Her body tenses, remembering the dangers of her old life.

"Don't worry, I understand," he says with a reassuring smile before glancing sideways at her. "I heard your father was pretty strict growing up... I bet it was hard for you."

"Thanks," she mumbles, looking away awkwardly. "But I don't know how to... act like a housewife or whatever." Her shoulders slump in frustration as they arrive at their destination. "I feel useless, you know? Like I have nothing to contribute."

The thought makes her even more irritable and she quickly climbs out of the car. With a huff, she heads towards the bar's entrance, adjusting her unshaven stubble self-consciously.

Hitomi almost laughs at that. "You sure about that?" she asks skeptically. "I feel like I'm just taking up space, you know? Like I should be doing more." Her voice trails off as they enter the familiar surroundings of the bar. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes tickles her nose, and she can already feel her muscles tensing with anticipation.

(Shrugging) "Fine." She heads to the bar and orders her drink before following him outside. As they sit in the car, she pops the tab on the can and takes a long sip, savoring the cold liquid as it washes down her throat. The buzz begins to set in, making her feel slightly more at ease with the situation.

"You know," she says slowly, "maybe there is something we could do together." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Like... training or something."

She glances sideways at him, surprised by his question. "Sure," she says eventually, shrugging indifferently. "I don't care." She leans back against the car seat, watching as he retrieves a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up with a lighter. The smell of smoke fills the air between them, but somehow it doesn't bother her nearly as much as she thought it would.

"So... what do you want to train in?" she asks, taking another sip of beer. "I could always use the practice." Her eyes glint with determination and a hint of mischief.

She glances at him with one eye half-closed, considering the offer before nodding curtly. "Yeah, sure." She leans in closer to the open car window, taking a drag off his cigarette. The harsh taste fills her mouth, and she exhales slowly, letting out a thin stream of smoke. Despite herself, there's something strangely satisfying about sharing this small moment with him.

Hitomi lets out another laugh, this one more amused than derisive. "If I say yes, what's in it for me?" she asks playfully, raising an eyebrow. "I don't want to just be your fuck toy, you know." She takes another drag off the cigarette and then hands it back to him.

The air between them crackles with a sudden energy, almost palpable despite the night cold. It's as if they've crossed some invisible threshold, their roles suddenly less defined, more fluid than before. Neither of them knows where this newfound closeness will lead, but for now, they both seem to be enjoying the uncertainty.

"Fine," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. There's an edge of defiance in her tone that hints at reluctance, but also a strange sort of curiosity. "But just once." The words hang heavily in the air between them, their meaning layered and complex. What will this one night mean for them? They can only find out together.

"Something rough," she says, her voice laced with determination. "I want you to treat me like one of the guys I used to fight in the streets." There's a strange thrill running through her veins at the thought of surrendering control, of exploring this new side of herself. But beneath the bravado, she can't help but wonder what he'll make of it all.

The words send a shiver down her spine, a mixture of revulsion and fascination coursing through her veins. She's never engaged in such an act before, but the thought of pushing herself to new limits excites her in ways she never could have anticipated. Without hesitation, she nods curtly. "Alright," she rasps hoarsely. "Let's do it."

There's a long silence as they both take a moment to prepare themselves for what lies ahead. The air thickens with expectation and anticipation, the tension almost tangible between them. It feels like they are standing on the brink of something huge, something that could change everything about their relationship forever. And yet, neither of them seems willing—or perhaps able—to back down now.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the graphic details, and her heart begins to race with a mixture of fear and excitement. But she quickly composes herself, unable to ignore the thrill that courses through her veins at the thought of pushing herself so far out of her comfort zone. She swallows hard before speaking up, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "It's okay," she says softly. "I can handle it." There's a glint in her eyes that betrays her intense desire to prove herself, to show him what she's truly capable of enduring and enjoying.

She nods solemnly, her gaze fixed on the ground as she struggles to process what he's just told her. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely. "I can handle it." Her hands tremble slightly, but she clenches them into fists at her sides to hide the shiver of fear and anticipation running through her veins. This is going to be worse than anything she's ever experienced before...but somehow, she can't wait for it to begin.

Hitomi groggily opens her eyes, still half-asleep as she mumbles a protest before realizing the situation. She blinks blearily and squints at him. "Alright... just hurry up," she whispers, part fear, part anticipation lacing her words. Swallowing hard, she parts her lips, revealing her white teeth and pink tongue to him.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the hot liquid pouring into her mouth. The strong scent of urine fills her nostrils, and she struggles not to gag. But somehow, it only excites her more. She begins swallowing quickly, desperate to show him that she can handle it. As he continues pissing, her determination grows, fueling a fierce hunger for more of his disgusting fluid.

"I-I can take it," she stammers through the urine in her mouth, each word slurred by the liquid. "Keep going." Her body trembles with excitement as she anticipates what else he has in store for her today.

Without hesitation, she slurps loudly as he pulls out his cock and shoves it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing him as she begins to stroke in rhythm with his hips. Meanwhile, she reaches behind her, grabbing hold of his ass, and begins licking and nibbling at his hole. The salty taste of his pre-cum mixes with the lingering urine, making her mouth water for more.

"Fuck," he groans, thrusting deeper into her mouth as she begins to suck harder. "That's it... oh fuck..." His hips jerk forward, pushing further inside as she wraps her lips around him, taking him deeper than she ever thought possible. Her ass clenches around his hand in response, begging for entry as she loses herself in the filthy pleasure of their illicit coupling.

With each thrust deeper into her mouth and further inside her ass, she feels more of him take control. Her body begins to writhe, moaning in pleasure as he dominates every part of her. She tries to breathe, but it's impossible; all she can do is suck harder on his cock while he uses her throat and ass however he pleases.

Her vision blurs from lack of air, stars dancing before her eyes as the pleasure builds inside her. His hand tightens on her ass, urging her to take more of him, pushing her further along the edge of submission. And then, finally, she feels herself breaking free; her body tenses and shudders with a powerful orgasm as she cries out around his cock.

"Fu-uck," she gasps, gulping in air as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back inside again. "I-

"Fuck yes," she moans, her body arching off the bed as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Don't stop..." Her voice trails off into a series of incoherent gasps and moans as his powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again.

Her hands claw at the sheets, uselessly seeking purchase as she feels herself losing control to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Her eyes roll back in her head, the room spinning wildly around her as his hips continue to move unceasingly against hers. There's no more breath left for screaming or begging; all she can do is lie there and take him, surrendering completely to this strange new world of rough sex and filthy pleasure.

Her words catch in her throat as he finally finds release inside her, filling her with his hot cum. She moans loudly around him, her body shuddering with each powerful spasm that rocks through him. Her eyes flutter open, the room spinning still but now tinged with a rosy glow of satisfaction and contentment.

She pants for breath as he finally pulls out, leaving her empty and wanting more even before she's properly recovered from their intense coupling. A smile curves across her lips, barely visible in the dim light, as she reaches out to touch his sweaty skin, relishing the feel of him beneath her fingertips one last time before he pulls away.

A soft laugh escapes her lips as she nestles back against the pillow, still basking in the afterglow of their encounter. "You were definitely right," she admits with a satisfied sigh. "And I think... maybe I should have you for dessert more often." Her gaze drifts lazily up to meet his, challenging him with a knowing look.

"What do you say? Think you can handle another round?"

The laughter dies in her throat as she stares at him, confusion flickering across her features. "You said I could be your wife...," she begins, only to cut herself off with a shrug. "Whatever." She rolls onto her side, facing away from him and pretending to shut her eyes even though she can't bring herself to really sleep yet.

"Maybe tomorrow," she mumbles after a long pause.

She sighs heavily and turns back to face him, her expression softening slightly. "It's okay," she mutters, running a hand through her sweaty hair. "I know you didn't mean it that way." She closes the distance between them, leaning into his warm body. "Can we just forget about it and try to enjoy whatever's left of the day?" There's a tiny thread of hope in her voice, like she really wants things to go back to how they were before.

Hitomi blushes at his words and leans back into him, their bodies flush against each other once more. "Only if you really want to," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. There's an edge of excitement in her tone that hadn't been there before, a desire to explore this new side of herself with him. "I mean... we could always try something different, if you know what I mean."

She raises her eyebrows suggestively, feeling the anticipation building inside her once more. It would be so easy to just give in to it all, to let go and surrender completely to his dominance. But at the same time, she's terrified of losing herself entirely, becoming nothing more than a submissive wife. The choice feels like an impossible dilemma; either way, she loses a part of who she is.

For now, though... she can

She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart race with excitement and anticipation. The thought of being free with him, of exploring their relationship on equal footing... it's intoxicating. "Okay," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Let's do that." A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines all the things they could try together, all the new sensations they might experience.

His words hang in the air between them for a moment, and then she leans forward, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. It starts off gentle, innocent even, but soon enough it deepens, turning hot and demanding as he responds with equal fierceness. His hand finds its way under her shirt, caressing her bare skin as she moans into the kiss, their tongues tangling together in a rough dance that leaves them both gasping for air.

She pauses for a moment, considering his words. The idea of having him at her disposal, ready and willing whenever she felt the urge... it sends a thrill through her body. "Okay," she says finally, a note of eagerness creeping into her voice. "I'll be here for you whenever you need me." Her hands slide up his chest to cup his face, as if to emphasize her point.

Their lips meet again, this time with renewed passion and determination. She feels a strange mix of power and vulnerability coursing through her veins, and it only serves to heighten the pleasure she takes in their embrace. As they kiss, Hitomi knows that from this day forward, their relationship will never be the same again. And as he promised, for better or worse, they'll be together... forever.

She smiles against his lips as she listens to him, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of him missing their kisses. "I've missed it too," she admits softly. "And I don't ever want to feel that way again." Her hand slips lower on his body, resting against the growing bulge in his pants.

Their kiss deepens as her fingers stroke lightly over him through his pajamas, a teasing promise of what's to come. The thrill of dominance and submission courses through her veins, intensifying the desire coursing between them until it feels like they might explode right here and now. She breaks the kiss long enough to whisper in his ear, "I want you inside me."

She gasps as he pushes her down onto the bed, their bodies meeting in a feverish embrace. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grab his shoulders, her grip tightening as she feels him press against her entrance. Her eyes lock with his and a fierce desire flashes across her face. "I want you hard," she whispers urgently. "Fuck me like I'm nothing."

Her thighs spread wider, inviting him deeper as she arches her back off the mattress, offering herself up to his dominance. The anticipation of feeling him inside her, taking control once more... it's almost too much to bear. But she knows she won't be satisfied until he gives her what she craves.

She shudders with excitement as he pushes inside her, filling her up in one rough thrust. Her body convulses around him, gripping him tightly as she cries out in pleasure and pain mingled together. With every brutal movement of his hips, she feels the control slipping further away from her grasp; surrendering to this primal need takes her places she never thought possible.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of blood behind as he pumps harder and faster inside her. She meets each thrust with a growl, their bodies moving in sync in a dance of dominance and submission that leaves them both shaking with the intensity of it all. There's no room for air or thought; all she can focus on is this moment and the man who has become her everything.

Her world narrows to nothing but the feel of him moving inside her, his harsh breathing against her ear as he pumps relentlessly. Her vision blurs with tears of pain and pleasure mingled together; it's almost too much for her to bear. But somehow, she finds the strength to keep going, matching his intensity stroke for stroke until their bodies become one convulsing mass of need and release.

She screams his name as waves of euphoria wash over her, the pain giving way to a raw, intense satisfaction that she's never known before. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tries desperately to hold on through this exquisite torment. It feels like an eternity before he finally lets out a hoarse cry and collapses heavily atop her, spent.

Breathing hard, Hitomi lays there for

She gasps as he comes inside her, her body convulsing around him in an echo of his release. The hot liquid fills her up and spills out, coating their stomachs and chests as they both lie there, gasping for air. For a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing, until she whispers his name into the silence: "Ryo."

Her fingers trail lightly down his back, soothing where her nails have left red trails on his skin. As he begins to pull out of her, she turns her head to the side, not meeting his eyes as they both come down from the intense high of their lovemaking. But despite everything that's happened, there's a strange sense of contentment settling over her now, an unshakable feeling that somehow... this was meant to be.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice as she answers him. "It was... intense," she says, still avoiding his gaze. "I didn't expect it to be like that." Her hand slips between them, gently wiping away the last of their combined fluids from his skin. "But I think I liked it..." She trails off, unsure of how else to explain what she's feeling. It's strange and exhilarating all at once; a mix of fear and desire that has left her shaken to her core. Perhaps it's the idea of finally being free from expectations and societal norms, or maybe it's just the pure power of their connection that makes her feel this way. Whatever it is, she knows one thing for certain: this isn't something she can ignore anymore.

She hesitates before answering, her cheeks flushing pink. "Yes... I mean, it was different than anything else we've done. And I think..." She swallows hard, finally meeting his eyes. "I think I want more of that." There's a fierce determination burning in her gaze, and he knows without a doubt that she means every word.

He smiles at her, feeling relief and triumph wash over him. This is exactly what he wanted - for them to break free from their roles and truly explore who they are together. As long as she's willing to take this journey with him, there's no telling where they might end up... or how far they'll be able to go. But one thing is certain: whatever comes next, it will be wild and unpredictable... just like them.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he praises her, and she blushes harder still at the thought of being naked around him every day. She studies his face, searching for any hint of sarcasm or mockery, but finds none; it seems genuine. Swallowing hard, she finally replies, "I-I'd like that too." Her voice is soft and hesitant, but there's a small spark in her eyes that gives him hope.

She reaches out to touch his cheek, tracing the edge of his whiskers with her fingertip. "As long as you want me to," she whispers, giving him a shy smile.

Her heart races at the thought of pleasing him in this new way. She climbs up his body, taking his hardening length into her mouth tentatively, feeling it slide against the back of her throat. Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting his essence as she begins to bob her head, sucking lightly on him. The sensation fills her with a sense of power and control that she hadn't known was missing from their marriage.

Her fingers curl into his thighs, anchoring herself as she takes more of him deeper into her mouth. She feels him grow harder in response, moaning encouragingly as she expertly teases and pleasures him with her mouth and hands. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back her own desire, focusing solely on making him feel good.

She looks up at him through hooded lashes, his expression of pleasure fueling her determ

Her mouth slides up and down his length faster, moaning around him as she takes more of him deeper into her throat. Her tongue swirls and flicks against the sensitive skin at the head, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips buck upwards, meeting her rhythm as he nears his release.

She looks up at him one last time before taking him back into her mouth, concentrating on pleasing him until the very end. Her throat works as she takes him all the way in, feeling him pulse and spasm within her, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallows every drop gratefully, relishing the taste of their intimacy before finally pulling away, licking her lips and breathing hard.

"Was that good?" she asks softly, her voice husky from desire and exertion. Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign

She shudders at the memory of his cum filling her mouth and feels another shiver of arousal race down her spine. "It was incredible," she whispers, eyes still locked on his. Her lips part slightly as if to ask for more even though there's nothing left to give. "Your cum tasted so good," she continues, her voice growing huskier by the second. "Salty and warm... like you." She swallows again, feeling a flush of heat rise in her cheeks at how exposed this moment makes her feel. But strangely, she doesn't want to look away; wanting him to see everything she is and take it all for himself. "I liked it," she admits softly, reaching out to stroke his thigh reassuringly. "Can we try that again soon?"