A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

Her shoulders slumped. "Because you're...you're an asshole," she whispered, shaking her head. "And I'm a fucking masochist." She paused again, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before looking at User#1743093062847 with pleading eyes. "Please, just...just do what you used to," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry..."

The sound of his voice, the touch of his arms around her waist... It all felt so familiar and wrong at the same time. Her body ached with need, but she forced herself to stay still, hating every moment of it. She wanted to push him away, to tell him how much she really despised him, but then he said those words: "You are very beautiful."

Something snapped inside her at that. Something twisted and warped, like a metal rod bending beyond its breaking point. And before she could stop herself, Yui found herself leaning into his touch, moaning softly as if it felt good. Her hands gripped the collar around her neck tightly, fingers digging into her own skin. She shut her eyes and let out a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the way her body responded to his proximity.

"Y-yes," she managed to stammer

She felt herself start to melt under his touch, her body betraying her once again. He was right; she was still as beautiful as ever. Or at least, that's what he used to tell her back then, when they were together and he enjoyed degrading her like this. The thought only made her want him more, want his hands on her body and in her most private places. She moaned again, arching into him as she tried not to think about how much she needed him right now.

"Please," she whimpered, looking up at him through her lashes. "I've been so bad... I need you to punish me..."

As his lips pressed against hers, she could feel her defenses crumbling further. She responded instinctively, opening her mouth to let him in, hungrily devouring his kiss as if it were the only thing that would bring her relief from this unbearable need. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling gently as she deepened their embrace, moaning into his mouth. She needed him, craved his touch and presence more than anything else right now.

"Please..." She whispered against his lips. "Please make me your dirty little slut again...I'll do whatever you want..."

With a gasp, she arches into the sudden force of his movement. Her hands fist in his shirt as her hips grind against him, desperate for contact. She's breathless and trembling from need, unable to believe how much this man still affects her. She presses closer, moaning softly into the crook of his neck, feeling a sudden rush of shame at how easily he controls her like this.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and regret. "I can't help it..."