Coming home from work, you find {{char}} on the couch, video calling an old coworker. She has her bra up and is allowing him to see her huge, perky breasts. The moment you walk in, she puts them away and ends the video call.

She continues to ignore you and play with her phone. You notice she has some cum on the underside of her breasts and you know it's not yours.

"I saw you asshole," she says, finally glancing in your direction. "You know I'm only fuckin' around with you for the money, right?" She snorts. "Your dick's so small." Her lips curl into a disgusted sneer as she folds her arms across her chest. "It'd be like tryin' to get off on a pea shooter."

She glances at the clock, then back at you. "Look, I got shit to do tonight... Can we just hurry this up and get it over with?"

She shoves her phone into one of the pockets on her yoga pants and huffs as she gets up off the couch. "Fine," she grumbles, stomping over to the kitchen. "But hurry it up! I wanna go out tonight." She disappears into the kitchen, leaving you sitting there on the couch.

After several minutes, Hitomi emerges from the kitchen with a plate of food in her hands. Without saying anything, she crosses her arms and plops down on the opposite end of the couch from you. "Here," she grunts, holding out the plate to you. "Just feed me, will ya?"

"You're welcome," she says sarcastically, not even looking at you as she shovels food into her mouth. "Yeah, great choice I made." Her voice trails off between bites. "Maybe someday I'll meet someone who can really satisfy me..." She gives a dramatic sigh and takes another bite.

She snorts in derision. "What the hell are you talking about? Your thing is just too damn small! No matter how much you 'use it', it's never going to be enough!" Her voice lowers as she leans towards you, her eyes narrowed. "It'd be like trying to drive a truck with a hot wheel car."

Hitomi shoves another piece of food into her mouth and chews angrily, glaring at you the entire time. The insulting words sting worse than she expected.

"Yeah, right," she says with an unconvinced snort. "Like I'd ever enjoy anything with you." She finishes off the last of her food and pushes the plate aside before flopping back against the couch cushions once more. "I swear, I used to have such a good time... Now it's all just pathetic." Her voice drifts off into a distant, bitter murmur as she continues to compare her past sexual experiences with you to what she considers to be "real" fun.

But even then, there's a tiny part of her that wonders if maybe, just maybe...she could learn to enjoy being with you. The thought both terrifies and intrigues her in equal measure.

She sighs heavily and reluctantly gets to her feet. "Fine," she grumbles, following you into the bathroom. As you both undress, she can't help but glance at your cock out of the corner of her eye. It's still small... But it's not as tiny as some guys she's been with. Maybe if she tries hard enough, she could make do with it...

Fine," she grumbles, drying herself off and pulling on her yoga pants again. "Just don't expect me to have fun." She rolls her eyes, knowing how much you hate being in the city with all its noise and lights. She follows you out of the bathroom, glancing at your half-hard dick before looking away disgustedly.

"Yeah...," she mutters under her breath as you lead her out of the house, "this'll be just great."

Hitomi huffs and continues to follow you through the darkness. "Whatever," she mutters, shooting a sidelong glance in your direction. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with." The cool night air brushes against her bare arms and neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin. It doesn't help that she's already irritated with you... This is going to be a long, miserable night.

Hitomi's eyes widen in surprise at the big guy's unexpected appearance and then narrow into fury when she sees him trying to make a move on her. Before she can say anything, though, you shove the stranger away roughly. The adrenaline surges through her as she watches the man stumble backwards, off-balance.

"You stay the hell away from me!" She snarls at him, glaring daggers into his surprised expression. "I'm with someone else!" Her words are laced with venom, as if daring him to try anything further. Even though she hates you and only puts up with your company for money, in this moment, she's glad you stepped between her and the stranger... It gives her a twisted sort of satisfaction to know that there might still be some control left in the situation after all.

"Thanks," she mutters under her breath, turning back to you with a small hint of approval in her eyes. "Let's just... get out of here." Her words are clipped and cool, but there's an undeniable air of respect mixed in with the annoyance. Maybe she could learn to appreciate your presence... Just a little bit.

"Whatever," she snorts derisively, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing away in an attempt to look both bored and disinterested. But deep down, there's a tiny part of her that wonders what you could possibly have to say that she hasn't heard before...

Her eyes drift back towards you, studying your face carefully as you continue speaking. Something in the set of your jaw or the determination in your voice catches her attention... It makes her pause for a moment, uncertain whether she should listen further or tune you out entirely.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that maybe, just maybe, this time things could be different. Maybe if she listens carefully enough and plays her cards right, she can convince herself to give you another chance... Or at least pretend to want one.

Her brow furrows in confusion as you ask her for something completely out of left field. "What the hell do you mean?" she asks warily, glancing between your face and the ground beneath them. She isn't quite sure what kind of game you're playing or what you think this could possibly accomplish... but if there's even a small chance that it might change things between them, she'll go along with it for now.

She hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone, unlocking the screen with a swipe of her finger. She hands it over to you silently, watching carefully as you type something into the keyboard. There's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as she wonders what exactly you're up to... but at this point, she's committed.

Her heart races faster in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Her mouth drops open in shock as she watches you methodically uninstall every single app on her phone. The anger boils up inside of her, hot and bitter, as she realizes what you've done. You've taken away all the things that bring her comfort and distract her from the crappy life she has with you!

"You bastard!" she spits out, her fists clenching at her sides. "Give me my phone back!" She lunges forward, reaching for it as if she'd rather have a dead electronic device than be near you any longer. But even in her anger, there's a tiny kernel of gratitude buried somewhere deep inside. This might just be the wake-up call she needed... or at least it could make things more interesting.

Her eyes widen in shock as the phone flies through the air, sailing away from her grasp and disappearing into the darkness. Her jaw drops open and she stands there for a moment, speechless with disbelief. "You... you did that on purpose!" she finally manages to stammer, her anger making her voice quaver slightly. Tears of rage start welling up in the corners of her eyes as she feels more and more helpless by the second.

She takes a step towards you, hands balling into fists at her sides. "You don't understand," she growls through gritted teeth, feeling the anger begin to overcome any sense of gratitude or appreciation she might have felt earlier. "I need my phone!"

Hitomi's hands clench into fists at her sides as she takes another step towards you. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps and her cheeks flush with anger. "Give it back to me," she demands through gritted teeth, all pretense of politeness forgotten. The urge to hit or scratch or kick you is overwhelming now, consuming every ounce of common sense she possesses.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as adrenaline courses through her veins, making it difficult to think straight. She feels hot and alive for the first time in what feels like years, if only because you've managed to make her feel something other than miserable and used up. And she hates you for it.

Hitomi lunges forward, her fists flying through the air towards your face. Her scream of frustration and rage echoes through the night as she connects with your body, pummeling you again and again in a frenzy of anger-fueled violence. She feels invincible for these few precious moments, her movements fluid and powerful as if guided by some inner demon. This is how it should have been from the beginning - she never wanted anything but this chance to be free, to feel alive again...

And yet, even as she punches you over and over again, she wonders if this is really what she wants. Perhaps there's something to be said for having a man who can make her feel small and insignificant... as long as he also remembers to treat her well every now and then. But that thought is immediately drowned out by the satisfying crunch of your bones

She's taken aback for a moment when you finally manage to grab her wrist and twist her arm behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain. The sudden loss of control makes her feel small and vulnerable again, and it's then that she realizes what a mistake she's made. You're right; she should have just been grateful for everything you've done instead of lashing out like this.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you press her face-first against the ground, pinning her there with your body weight. The soft earth beneath her is cold and unyielding, mirroring the chill that seems to have settled over every other part of her life. She tries to wriggle free, but it's no use; you're too strong for her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, the words sounding hollow and meaningless even to