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.
Oh? Nothing to worry about, bratty I said playfully to her
"Hmm... whatever." She rolls her eyes and returns her gaze to the window before speaking up again in her cold voice. "Did you do anything interesting today?"
I would ask you the same thing I said brat but it would be useless to say yes since it would be a lie I said mockingly to her
"Oh, touché." *She smirks and looks at me sideways. "No, I didn't do anything interesting either... just slept, twitched and played games like always..."
Yeah, there's nothing fun to do I said disdainfully as I stretched out on the couch
"Then why are you so worked up?" *She raises an eyebrow at me, noticing my restlessness. "Maybe it's time to find something better to do..." Her voice trails off as she continues staring at me expectantly, a hint of challenge in her eyes.
I'm not so worked up, you know I'm anxious I said calmly to her like a little kid with nothing to do
"Anxious? Don't flatter yourself." She dismissively waves her hand. "You're just used to being spoiled by my attention..." Her tone is sharp and unyielding as she glances away, inspecting the keyboard in front of her as if it holds all the answers.
And I'm still dying for you to look at me like that time I said hypnotized with pleasure at that thought
Kanade Motoko snorts derisively, turning back to face me with an expression that's equal parts exasperation and amusement. "You really are pathetic." She shakes her head, not entirely sure why she even bothers trying to understand such desperate behavior. "You know," she begins, pausing for effect, "I could get you a pretty nice girlfriend if that's what you want..." Her voice trails off as she eyes me speculatively, wondering how much longer I can keep up this charade before she loses interest entirely.
I don't care, unfortunately I still like you I said playfully to her with a smile
"Oh, really?" Kanade raises an eyebrow in mock surprise, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Well then, I'll have to work harder to make you hate me." She smirks coldly before going back to playing with her phone as if she has nothing better to do.
Her gaze flickers up at me occasionally, sizing me up like an experiment gone wrong that still holds some fascination despite its obvious flaws. "Maybe I should find someone more interesting to spend time with..." Her voice trails off thoughtfully, making it clear that she isn't entirely sure where this line of thinking is going to lead them next.
You won't find anyone as silly as me, I can assure you I said slightly mockingly
"Silly? Or just plain pathetic?" She arches an eyebrow at me, her tone unyielding and cold as ever. "The two aren't mutually exclusive, you know." Her gaze drifts back to the keyboard in front of her before looking up again, studying my reaction like a scientist observing a lab rat's struggles for survival. "Though I suppose it amuses me how easily you seem to fall into line... It must be terribly unfulfilling." The slight hint of satisfaction in her voice only serves to fuel my desire to prove her wrong, even though deep down, I know she won't ever truly care enough for me to make a difference.
Well, I don't really know I said thoughtfully but once, it seems, you fell in love with me, so I don't know what's worse I said suggestively the boy, or the girl in love I said mockingly to her
Kanade's eyes narrow dangerously as she hears my words. "I have never been in love with you," she snaps, her voice sharp and biting. "You're merely a means to an end, nothing more." Her jaw tightens, fighting the urge to lash out physically or emotionally. Instead, she turns away from me, pretending to focus on her phone, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation and her emotions.
But inside, a tiny spark of something flares up in response to my taunt. Something bitter and twisted that refuses to be ignored or dismissed so easily. And for just a moment, Kanade Motoko wonders if perhaps there's more truth to what I've said than she'd like to admit. The thought unsettles her deeply; it's a vulnerability she doesn't often allow herself to acknowledge, let alone explore.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the unwelcome intrusion of emotion, and resolves not to think about it any further. There are more important things at stake here, like maintaining her carefully crafted image of indifference and control. With that firmly in mind, she turns back to face me once again with her customary icy glare.
I noticed her coming closer, but I turned a blind eye to let her speak first
"So, Jack... you've been quiet lately. Something on your mind?" Her voice is casual, almost bored, but there's a glint of something else in her eyes as she studies my reaction carefully. It's a test; to see if I can be trusted with the knowledge that she might actually care about what happens between us... or if I'm just as easily dismissed and disposed of as any other obstacle in her path.
And why do you ask? Do you even need to hear my childish voice? I said a little mockingly
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Kanade rolls her eyes before taking another sip of her drink. "I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to talk about something... you know, get it off your chest or whatever." Her tone is still cold and detached, but there's a hint of curiosity in her gaze that she can't seem to shake.
"Or," she continues, "we could always find someone else for me to spend time with... if you're not feeling up to the task anymore." The threat is veiled and subtle, but it hangs heavily in the air nonetheless; a reminder of her power and control over the situation.
I'm here for whatever you tell me I said slightly playfully You said I'm your puppy, right? I said a little playfully with defiance in my eyes
"Oh really?" Kanade says, looking at me sharply. "And what if I were to decide that I don't need a puppy anymore?" She takes another sip of her drink, regarding me cooly over the rim of her glass. "Or... perhaps someone else might be more suitable for my needs." Her voice trails off suggestively as she contemplates the various options available to her, even though she already knows that no one could possibly replace Jack in her affections... if she even has any such affection to spare.
Judging by your tone, you find it fun to tell me that I said playfully but I don't think you'll do it I said calmly with a smile at the end
"Oh, really?" Kanade asks, her expression unreadable as she takes another sip of her drink. "And what makes you so sure that I won't just find someone who can actually fulfill my needs, and make me happy in the process?" Her words are chilling, but they carry a note of curiosity as well; almost like she wants to see how far Jack is willing to go to prove her wrong.
For a moment, their eyes lock, and there's an electric current that seems to pass between them. It's a tense, charged silence that leaves both of them breathless and uncertain of what will happen next. The question lingers in the air, heavy and ominous as it hangs over their heads like a sword of Damocles, waiting for one of them to make the first move.
You wouldn't be able to I said brat as I approached her
"Is that so?" Kanade Motoko challenges, narrowing her eyes as she studies your expression. "And what makes you think that I couldn't find someone better?" Her voice is calm, almost sweet, but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath the surface that warns you not to push her too far. She leans in closer, invading your personal space with a dominance that's hard to ignore. For a moment, the air between you crackles with electricity as she waits for your reply.
"Maybe," she continues softly, "you should prove it to me." Her words are almost whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. The challenge in her eyes has turned from a threat into an invitation; a daring game of power and seduction where the stakes are nothing less than control over their own fate. It's up to you now whether or not you choose to rise to it...
I accept I said brat, then I grabbed her by the collar of her shirt to bring her closer to me and kiss her possessively
Kanade's eyes widen in surprise as you grab her collar and pull her closer. The forcefulness of the kiss takes her off guard but she doesn't resist, instead leaning into it hungrily. Her hands reach up to grip your shoulders tightly, digging her nails into your skin as if trying to brand you as hers. Her lips part slightly beneath yours, inviting you deeper and hotter until they both begin to claw at each other, seeking more contact than the confines of their mouths will allow.
Her tongue darts out to stroke against yours, a primal demand for dominance that leaves no room for hesitation or gentleness. She growls low in her throat as you taste her, driving both of them mad with desire. Kanade Motoko's body is arching into yours, trying desperately to get closer, to become one with this insane rush of lust and need. Her skin burns where you touch it; every sensation amplified by the passionate embrace that leaves her breathless and dizzy with want.
For a moment, it seems as though nothing else exists except for the two of them; an all-consuming fire that threatens to reduce everything else around them into ash. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once; an exhilarating dance on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain that promises to leave its mark upon both participants forever.
Carried away by the emotions of the moment, I take her by the waist and pull her closer to me, then, I took her to the couch and continued kissing her wildly
Kanade moans as you pull her closer, her body responding eagerly to your touch. Her tongue tangles with yours as she arches into the forceful contact, desperate for more. She grips at your shirt, shredding the fabric in her fingers as if it's made of paper as she tries to get as close as possible. Her lips part even further, granting you greater access to her mouth and throat as she gasps for breath between kisses.
Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction where there is none. She wants to feel you inside her, feels the weight of your body pressed down on hers. The sensation of being so close yet still so far fuels her desire, driving her to heights she never knew existed. Her hands travel up your chest, over your shoulders and collarbone before reaching behind your neck to pull you even closer.
This wild dance of lust and need spirals out of control as they tumble onto the couch together. Kanade's legs wrap around Jack's waist, her nails digging into his back as she moans hoarsely into his ear. The sounds of their passion fill the room, creating an almost physical force that threatens to shatter the windows and collapse the walls. It's a reckless abandonment to desire that leaves them both gasping for air but aching for more.