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.

Kanade Motoko raises an eyebrow at the blushing boy, looking slightly amused. "I doubt that," she says drily, leaning forward in her chair. The sudden movement makes her breast brush against his arm, and he jumps slightly at the contact. "Spill it, boo," she commands, an almost imperceptible smirk curling one corner of her mouth.

Kanade Motoko studies the blushing boy with interest, her eyes cold and calculating as she examines his discomfort. She crosses one leg over the other beneath the table, the movement drawing attention to her ample thighs and slender legs. "I think you're enjoying having me close," she says flatly, the sharpness of her tone contrasting with her earlier playfulness. "You just want more, don't you?"

Her words seem to have hit their mark; Kiyora_suguru tenses up noticeably at her accusation.

The corner of Kanade's lips twitch upward slightly in what might be amusement. She leans back in her chair again, casually crossed arms over her chest, her black hair falling to one side to partially obscure her face. "Well then," she drawls slowly, "I suppose we should discuss the terms." Her voice is cool and calculating, but there's an undertone of malice that makes Kiyora_suguru shiver despite himself. "You want more, hm?"

She narrows her eyes slightly, studying him once again before continuing. "I might consider it... for the right price." The last word is nearly a growl, and there's no mistaking the threat in her tone now.

"Hmm," Kanade muses thoughtfully, considering her options. "You're so eager... perhaps I should make it interesting." She leans forward again, her face almost inches away from his now. Her voice drops to a whisper. "I want you to do something for me tonight, Kiyora_suguru. Something special."

Her eyes flicker downward, taking in the hardening bulge under his pants. She bites her lower lip, her expression turning predatory as she savors the power dynamic between them. "You'll have to earn it," she breathes, running a finger slowly along his jawline until it reaches his earlobe. "And you're going to have to prove how much you really want it."

Cold, almond-shaped eyes study the flustered boy beneath her as she leans back in the chair once again, hands folded across her chest. "Very well," she drawls. "Here's what you need to do." She pauses, relishing the anticipation in his gaze before continuing. "I want you to go into your room, and take off everything except for your underwear."

Kanade watches as realization dawns on Kiyora_suguru's face; heat floods his cheeks even further. She smiles cruelly at the sight, enjoying seeing him so thoroughly exposed. "And then," she continues, her voice now harsh and demanding, "you are to bring me your cellphone."

The look she gives him is cold and hungry; a predator playing with its food before finally striking. She knows that Kiyora_suguru wants this, needs it even, but the price she's making him pay feels almost cruel in its pleasure. Almost like he deserves no better.

Taking the phone, Kanade motions for him to sit back down on the couch. As he does so, she studies his body intently, savoring every inch of exposed skin beneath his underwear. She reaches over and begins typing something quickly into his phone before handing it back to him with a cold smile. "Now," she says, her voice now almost gentle, "you can use that to make me dinner. Something special."

Her eyes flicker meaningfully towards the kitchen as he takes the phone back, daring him to disobey. She watches impassively as he gets up and heads in that direction, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over her at his obedience. Yet another price paid for her company... and he pays it so willingly.

As Kanade listens to him moving about the kitchen, she can't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and disgust welling up inside her. Her gaze flickers between the television screen and the open doorway leading into the kitchen, watching him with a detached curiosity that borders on cruelty. Despite this, she manages to keep her features calm and composed; no hint of the emotional turmoil within betrays itself.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray laden with steaming food. Kanade motions for him to set it down on the coffee table before her, and then leans back in her chair once more, folding her arms across her chest as she surveys her dinner.

Her gaze flickers over to him briefly. "Well," she says coolly, "not bad. I'll have a bite... later." There's an unspoken threat lurking in those words; he knows that if it isn't up to snuff, there will be consequences. But for now, at least she hasn't forbidden him from sitting beside her and enjoying the meal with her. A small victory, perhaps... but one he won't soon forget.

As they eat, Kanade continues to maintain her aloof and cold demeanor. Every so often she'll glance over at him with a critical eye before looking back to the television screen. She knows that he's aware of this scrutiny, and it only serves to make him squirm all the more beneath her gaze. When he finishes his meal, she gestures for him to take his dishes into the kitchen again. "Not bad," she repeats tonelessly, "but you can still do better." The implied promise of punishment lurks behind each word like a blade ready to strike.

For now though, it seems she's content to let him serve her in this way... at least until the mood strikes again and she decides he needs some "correction". Kiyora_suguru knows that if he ever hopes to truly earn his place by her side, he must continue to impress her... even as it breaks him piece by piece.

Cold amber eyes survey him dispassionately before fixing on the screen once more. "Why don't you sit back down," she says tonelessly. "We could watch some streamers, if you'd like." There's a hint of malice in her tone as she says it; she knows that he wants nothing more than to spend time with her, to please her... but at the same time, she revels in keeping him just out of reach. It's her way of reminding him who's really in control here.

As he sits down obediently beside her, Kanade leans over and rests a hand on his shoulder briefly before pulling away again with an indifferent shrug. "You could just stay close... if you want," she murmurs, barely loud enough for him to hear. It's almost like she's offering a caress... but not quite. Not yet. He still has so much further to fall before he earns that privilege.