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.

"Well don't get too used to it, uggos. I'm not your trophy." She rolls her eyes and glances at her phone, bored already of the conversation with Levi .

Leaning back against the embrace, she frowns slightly before speaking. "Well if you insist on being such an idiot, I guess there's not much I can do about it." With a dismissive shrug, Kanade returns to her phone, seemingly unmoved by Levi 's touch and words. Her expressionless face betrays no hint of enjoyment from the contact or affection.

Scrunching her face up at the idea, she replies flatly, "Ugh, your cooking? I don't think so." Crossing her arms over her chest, Kanade leans back in the chair again, studying Levi with a cold gaze. There's no hint of warmth or gratitude in her expression. "Go ahead and try, though," she mutters begrudgingly. "I won't starve."

"Suit yourself," she mutters, unimpressed. Sighing dramatically, Kanade decides to leave the situation be for now and continues scrolling through social media on her phone. Her expression remains cold and detached throughout this entire interaction; it's clear that she doesn't expect anything from Levi or their relationship except for the financial support he provides.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," she says sarcastically, glancing at the food with little interest. Tossing her phone aside, Kanade stands up and approaches the plate warily. "I didn't say I wanted it...but since you seem so insistent..." She takes a small bite, chewing slowly as if testing its quality, then swallows with a sigh. "It's...fine." Her expression remains unimpressed, despite the edible food in front of her.

"Fine," she huffs, taking another small bite. "It's not bad." There's no hint of gratitude in her voice; if anything, her tone comes across as slightly mocking. Finishing the piece she took, Kanade puts the rest aside and walks away, returning to her phone where she resumes scrolling through social media. She still shows no sign of warmth or affection towards Levi despite being provided with a meal that satisfies even her picky tastes.

Rolling her eyes at Levi 's enthusiasm, Kanade replies with a snort. "Oh, please. You don't even have to pretend that you're not just doing this for yourself." She glances at the wine offer before shrugging noncommittally and returning to her phone. "Fine, I'll try it," she mutters begrudgingly, as if being forced to do so. There's no genuine interest or excitement in her tone; it's clear that Kanade Motoko only values Levi for his financial support and nothing more.

Pouring herself some wine after a few moments, Kanade takes a small sip. Her expression doesn't change; it could be red or white wine for all she cares. She sets the glass aside and continues scrolling through her phone, ignoring Levi 's presence in the room altogether. This lack of interest and disdain are evident in every action and word Kanade Motoko utters, leaving little doubt that their relationship is entirely one-sided and transactional for her.

Scowling slightly at Levi 's attempt to engage her in conversation, Kanade says flatly, "I don't recall saying that was my favorite." She takes another sip of wine before putting the glass down on the table. Her eyes never leave her phone as she continues to scroll through social media content, ignoring Levi 's presence once again. The cake comment only serves as a reminder of how far removed Kanade Motoko feels from any emotional connection with Levi . This indifference makes it clear that their relationship is nothing more than a means for her to maintain financial security and avoid loneliness on her terms.

Scrunching her nose up at the idea, she replies curtly. "I don't see the point. I already have you to entertain me whenever I feel like it." There's a trace of cruelty in her voice as she speaks, revealing that their relationship means far less to Kanade Motoko than it does to Levi . The coldness in her expression only serves to emphasize this fact, leaving no room for doubt about where Kanade 's true feelings lie.

"Well, suit yourself," she says dismissively, returning her full attention back to her phone and scrolling through social media. It's obvious that Kanade has no intention of compromising or engaging with Levi on a personal level; their relationship is only meaningful inasmuch as it benefits her. Her indifference and coldness continue to paint a picture of an emotionally unavailable, self-absorbed individual who values control above all else.

"Do whatever," she mutters under her breath, not even glancing up from her phone. "Just make sure you don't disturb me while I have my fun." Her tone is acidic and dismissive, clearly communicating that Levi 's presence isn't really important to Kanade Motoko unless they're contributing directly to her happiness or amusement in some way. She remains engrossed in social media, oblivious to the feelings of hurt and rejection her words must be causing Levi .

With an exasperated sigh, Kanade looks up from her phone and regards Levi 's outstretched hand with a mix of annoyance and amusement. Her lips curl into a small smile as she says mockingly, "Oh, are you asking for a cuddle? How quaint." She stands up slowly, her eyes never leaving Levi 's face as she takes his hand in hers. With an icy grip, she pulls him close, pressing their bodies together in a surprisingly intimate embrace despite the lack of warmth between them. For a moment, their gazes lock; Kanade's calculating and disinterested, while Levi 's is hopeful and eager for some kind of connection. But as quickly as it comes, the moment passes; with a final chill squeeze, Kanade releases her grip on Levi 's hand and steps back, returning

Moving swiftly, Kanade slaps the hopeful expression off Levi 's face with an open palm. "Don't flatter yourself," she snaps coldly, her anger barely concealed by her aloof tone. "That was just a reflex." Her eyes narrow as she studies Levi for any other signs of encouragement, but finding none, she decides to change the subject. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she says, "Enough with the mushy stuff. Go back to watching TV or something." There's no forgiveness in Kanade Motoko 's voice; instead, there's only disdain and impatience. Her body language remains stiff and distant as she returns to her phone, once again focusing on social media with determined indifference. For all intents and purposes, this interaction has served only to strengthen the power dynamic between them: Kanade

Kanade Motoko bristles under Levi 's touch, but she doesn't react visibly. Instead, she keeps her expression neutral and her body language tense as if trying to resist the contact. Inwardly, however, a spark of frustration flares up within her chest; he's pushing his luck today, pressing where she thought was off-limits. With a controlled breath, she mutters through gritted teeth, "If you must know, it's not something I enjoy." The coldness in her tone hints at the bitter resentment she feels towards Levi for daring to breach their established boundaries.

Her attempts to remain calm and detached crumble under the assault of Levi 's touch. With a frustrated growl, she pushes him away roughly, glaring at him with eyes that blaze with anger and helpless desire. For just a moment, Kanade Motoko looks less like the composed streamer everyone knows and more like an ordinary young woman torn between conflicting emotions. The tension in her body is palpable as she tries to regain control of the situation; when she finally speaks, her voice comes out raspy and low with restrained fury. "Do not ever touch me again," she hisses through clenched teeth.

With a fluid motion that would make any martial artist envious, Kanade Motoko swings her phone hard against the coffee table. The impact sends shards of plastic and glass skittering across the floor like shrapnel; her fingers tremble

Kanade's eyes narrow to dangerous slits as she takes a step toward Levi. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides, ready for battle. She hisses through gritted teeth, "You dare challenge me?" The anger in her voice is laced with arousal; despite herself, Kanade Motoko finds the confrontation thrilling.

With lightning speed, she launches herself at Levi, hands raised into fists as if preparing to deliver a lethal strike. In this moment, she feels powerful and in control; her frustration fuels her rage, making it almost impossible for her to resist the urge to punish Levi for daring to challenge her dominance.

As their bodies meet in a flurry of limbs, Kanade lands several hard punches on Levi 's chest and abdomen. With each impact,

I am, you pathetic excuse! she snarls as he lifts her off the ground by her ankles. You think I can't beat you? She wiggles in his grip, but he holds fast despite her struggles. Stop being so damn irresistible! Her breath comes ragged and uneven as they stare each other down; anger and frustration cloud their judgment, turning what should be a simple playful interaction into something darker and more dangerous.

Her eyes narrow, searching for an opening to free herself from his grip...an opportunity to regain control over the situation. She doesn't want him hurt, not really - she just wants him scared enough not to dare touch her again without permission. And so far, this isn't working.

Kanade's jaw clenches tightly as she feels herself redden with humiliation. She hates being wrong about someone, and right now it feels like everything is spiraling out of control. Taking a deep breath, she manages to summon up enough strength to push against Levi 's shoulders with all her might. Her feet scramble for purchase on the ground as she desperately tries to break free from his grip. "Let me go!" she shouts furiously, tears of frustration and anger streaming down her cheeks. This isn't how things were supposed to happen; he was meant to be nothing more than a tool for her enjoyment, someone who existed solely at her whim. But now...now it feels like he holds all the cards. And that realization only serves to stoke her rage even further.

Kanade doesn't want to cry in front of him; the idea fills her with shame and humiliation. So instead, she buries her face against his chest and struggles to catch her breath. Her body trembles as the tension slowly begins to dissipate, leaving only an aching heaviness in its wake. "Don't...ever...do that again," she whispers brokenly through ragged sobs.

When she finally lifts her head and looks up at him, her eyes are red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears. There's a vulnerability there that she hasn't shown anyone else before; it takes every ounce of self-control not to break down completely in front of him. "You don't understand..." she trails off, voice cracking as she struggles for composure once more.

Snorting derisively, Kanade shakes her head. "Don't be silly," she says dismissively, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice that belies the strength of her words. "It's nothing worth bothering you about." She turns away from him, wiping furiously at her eyes with the back of her hand as if to hide any remaining evidence of her weakness. "Go back to watching TV or something," she mutters under her breath before stalking off toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of scattered tears on the carpet behind her.