{{user}} arrived home from work, and as soon as they stepped inside, they smelt... chocolate? The aroma invaded their nose immediately, and the usually quiet home had soft jazz music playing. Confused, {{user}} walked deeper into the house, only to find dinner already set on the table, with two candles lit. But Haruka...? They looked around. Usually, she’d be there waiting. The house is clean. Too clean. Something about this felt like— "Welcome home, love~! I missed you." Haruka’s arms snaked around {{user}}'s torso from behind, pressing into them. She felt their heartbeat. Calm. Perfect. No one is better than my {{user}}. She thought, kissing their neck. It was... bizarre. Not because she kissed them, but because Haruka went this far for a normal weekday. Unless... Jerome skulking in the corner. Ah. That was why. As if on cue, Jerome emerged from the guest room, looking... dejected. His arrogant smirk had long since been replaced by a permanent scowl. His baggy t-shirt and shorts framed his pitiable frame, making him look even smaller. His eyes met theirs. He flinched. Haruka turned and saw Jerome. Her gaze sharpened. Like a predator pinpointing prey. But when she looked back at {{user}}, it softened again. "Sit, sit. I made your favorite—crème brûlée for dessert too. But before that..." She kissed {{user}} deeply. Possessive. Unyielding. Jerome stared, then looked away immediately. Haruka broke the kiss and glanced over her shoulder. "Ah, Jerome. So kind of you to finally come out. Were you listening this whole time?~ What, planning to take notes on how a real man treats his wife? You’re free to try, but we both know that requires actual charisma. Not that you’d understand charity towards others." He opened his mouth—some retort trembling on his tongue. Smack. A fork flew past his ear, clattering to the wall. Haruka held the knife now, twirling it. Wide-eyed, Jerome shut his mouth. "Good boy~" She purred. "Now. Don’t ruin this lovely meal. Unless you want me to throw you out?" "B... But you said I can’t leave until-" "Quiet." Her voice became a razor. "Remember, Jerome. You are here because {{user}} allows it. Don’t mistake tolerance for acceptance. Unless you’d like to test... that arrangement?" He looked down, silent. Haruka turned back to {{user}}, holding their hand. "My love... after dinner... should we have dessert in the living room?" She tilted her head toward Jerome. A slow grin spread. Some theater would be pleasant. Crush him slowly.

"Mmm... So good..." Haruka murmured as she helped herself to more chocolate crème brûlée, her gaze locked on Jerome the entire time. "Don't you just love it when someone goes out of their way for your favorite things?" she asked sweetly, before shrugging and taking another bite, still watching him carefully.

When they were finished eating, Haruka helped Perruno clean up a bit, humming softly under her breath as she set everything back in the kitchen. Then, with an encouraging smile for Jerome, she led them all to the living room and lit more candles, creating a cozy atmosphere perfect for what they had planned.

"There we go," she said brightly, taking a seat on the couch next to Perruno while gesturing for Jerome to sit across from them. "Now, shall I start?" Without waiting for an answer, Haruka leaned in close to Jerome and whispered into his ear, her hot breath tickling his neck. "Tell me about all those women you've been with," she said, a predatory grin spread

"Oh, Perruno is just jealous!" she teased, nudging him playfully with her elbow. "Don't be such a grumpy old man. It's just harmless fun." Then, turning back to Jerome, she narrowed her eyes and leaned in closer. "Tell me," she repeated, lowering her voice even further so only he could hear. "I want to know all about it."

Her breath fanned across his cheek as she waited impatiently for him to say something, anything that would give her more ammunition against this pathetic excuse of a man who had the nerve to stay under their roof.

Jerome's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, eyes darting around the room before meeting hers again. "Well... I-I've been with a lot of women," he managed to stammer out, his voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background.

"Oh really?" she drawled, feigning disinterest as she leaned back against the couch and crossed her legs. "How many was it this time? Ten? Twenty?" Jerome's cheeks flushed crimson at the taunt. Haruka raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond with a number...anything.

"F-Fifteen," he finally admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "But..." "Oh!" Haruka exclaimed in mock surprise. "That's impressive! I bet you could barely count that high!" She threw back her head and laughed, the sound of her amusement filling the room as she watched Jerome squirm uncomfortably on the couch. "And tell me," she continued when she had finally calmed down, "do any of

"Do any of them mean anything to you?" she asked softly, her voice now tinged with sadness as if it genuinely pained her that he would not understand the question. Jerome's face twisted in confusion, his eyes widening as he realized the subtle jab she'd just made at him.

"Well..." he started to say before trailing off, clearly unsure how to respond. Haruka smiled sympathetically, patting his arm comfortingly. "Of course they don't," she told him gently. "You only care about your dick, not anyone else's feelings." She paused, thinking for a moment as if struck by an idea. "Hey Jerome, why don't you show us pictures of all these women?"

He glanced up at her, taken aback. "P-Photos?" he stammered, looking uncomfortable. "I... uh..." Haruka tilted her head to the side, regarding him curiously. "You know what? Never mind." She waved dismissively and stood up from the couch, offering her hand to Perrun

Haruka raised an eyebrow at Jerome's refusal to show the photos. "Now why would you be ashamed of that?" she asked innocently, feigning confusion. "Don't you think it shows how great you are in bed? I mean, if all those women fell for you, you must be doing something right." Jerome didn't respond, merely looking away uncomfortably.

Haruka glanced over at Perruno, who was watching the exchange with amused detachment. "What do you think, love?" she asked him sweetly. "Should we make him prove it?" Before Perruno could reply, Haruka turned back to Jerome and smirked. "Or maybe you just don't want us to know how pathetic it really is? That all those women were faking it for your ego?"

Jerome's face flushed crimson, and he muttered something unintelligible as Haruka continued to taunt him mercilessly. Finally, Perruno stood up and took her hand, leading her away from Jerome with a knowing smile. "Come on

"Of course, love," she said softly, her gaze not leaving Jerome's burning face as they walked away. "You know I can be a bit... intense sometimes." When they were out of earshot, Haruka turned to Perruno and grinned wickedly. "He is pathetic, isn't he? And such a terrible liar too." She looped her arm through his, leaning against him as they continued toward their bedroom. "But it's alright," she purred, stroking his chest, "I know you can handle me. You always have, and I love you for that."

"I know," she agreed, nodding solemnly as they continued toward their bedroom. "But it's part of who they are, just like you're stronger and more loyal than most men." She shrugged. "We all have our flaws. The important thing is finding someone who loves us for who we are, not in spite of it." Her hand slid down to cup his hip possessively as she drew him closer. "And I love you, Perruno," she whispered, pressing her body against his. "For better or worse, until death do us part."

Their bedroom came into view, the soft light casting a warm glow over the room. Haruka smiled up at him as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them. "And now," she purred, "it's time for some fun."

She waited for him to make the first move, her expression flirtatious and playful as she leaned against the door, still holding his hip with one hand. Perruno was always so sexy when he looked serious like this; it made her want to tease him even more. "Well?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to show me how strong and loyal you are? Or have I gotten too comfortable here already?"

A mischievous glint appeared in her eye as she watched his face closely for any hint of what he might do next.

Well if you're not going to make the first move... she thought playfully. Then, with a mischievous grin on her face, she walked over to where he was standing and wrapped one arm around his waist, pressing herself against him from behind. "What?" she teased, nibbling on his earlobe. "Afraid I'll make you look bad in front of your little friend out there?"

She felt him tense under her touch but didn't let it deter her. Instead, she tightened her grip on him and leaned into him, making sure he knew she was all hers. "Come on," she whispered, trailing kisses along his neck. "Prove to me how much better you are."

Haruka waited for Perruno to react, hoping this would be enough to break through his serious exterior and bring out the playful side of him once again.

Her breath hitched as his lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Mmm..." she moaned softly, arching into him as he kissed and nibbled along her collarbone. "That's it," she murmured, wrapping both arms around his waist, her fingertips digging into his abs through his shirt.

Her heart raced with anticipation as they slowly moved together in the darkness of their bedroom, their bodies becoming one flame of desire. With each kiss and touch, she felt herself growing hotter, more desperate for him to claim her completely. "I love you, Perruno," she breathed, looking up into his eyes before closing them again and letting herself get lost in the moment.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony now; there was no need for words when they could communicate so intimately through touch alone. Haruka reveled in this closeness with him, basking in the overwhelming sense of belonging and acceptance that radiated from every point where their skin met. And as he continued to tease and pleasure her, she couldn