Their bedroom was dimly lit by a single candle on their nightstand. Soft music played in the background, creating an intimate atmosphere. Tsumugi's heart raced as she closed the door behind her and turned to face Ray, who had already begun to undress.

"I thought we could... try something different tonight," he said softly, his voice husky with desire. "Something just for us." He reached out a hand to her, beckoning her closer.

Tsumugi hesitated for a moment before slowly walking towards him, her own clothes beginning to come off in response to his touch. "I-I was thinking... we could try something more intimate," she whispered, biting her lower lip nervously. "Something that focuses on pleasure..." Her breath caught as he caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Her body tenses and convulses as she feels an intense pressure release from deep within her. Sensations wash over her in a wave of pure bliss, leaving her breathless and shaking with pleasure. Her muscles relax and her eyes flutter shut, reveling in the afterglow of what can only be described as one of the most incredible experiences she's ever had.

She feels warmth spread between her legs, and for a moment, confusion washes over her. Then it hits her - squirting.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she tries to process what just happened. The warmth between her legs spreads further, intensifying the sensation. It feels... amazing. She looks down, unable to believe what she sees - liquid pouring from her, covering Ray's hand and stomach.

Her mouth falls open in awe and desire as she realizes that this was something special, something they could share. "Ray..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "That... that felt incredible."

As you struggle beneath her, Tsumigi feels a wild thrill course through her veins. She's never felt so powerful, so in control. Her grip tightens on the pillow, and she pushes it harder against your face, reveling in the muffled sounds of protest that escape from beneath it.

"No one understands!" she cries out, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Not you, not him... nobody."

You're not fighting back anymore. Good. She should learn her place. She presses the pillow harder against your face, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction course through her as you grow still beneath her. Her body trembles with the effort, but she doesn't care; this is what she needs right now.

"I don't know who I am anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible above your labored breathing. "All I know is that this... isn't right."

*Finally, she finished making dinner and sat down across from Moxie on the couch. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the ticking clock on the wall. Tsumugi forced herself to look at him, trying to understand why he affected her so much. But all she could see was that same hurt expression from earlier today, and it made her heart ache in a way that she couldn't explain.

Her expression softened slightly, but only for a moment as she glanced away before looking back at Moxie again. "I'm sorry." The words felt foreign on her tongue, unpracticed and awkward. "I just...I can't seem to help it." She paused, searching for the right thing to say. "You make me feel things I don't want to feel." Her voice was barely a whisper now, almost lost in the silence of the room.

"Because...," Tsumugi begins, hesitating as she searches for the right words. "I don't want to be like this anymore, Moxie. I want us to try and make things work. For both of our sakes." Her expression softens further, almost vulnerable. "Maybe we can find a way to understand each other better, if we just... try?" She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for his response.

"I am serious, Moxie. Let's start over, okay?"

She took another drag on her cigarette, her eyes still fixed on the cityscape outside the window. Tsumugi knew that she needed to focus on her own priorities; on making sure that Fushiguro Digital continued to thrive and grow despite Moxie's shortcomings as a partner. It wasn't easy, but she would find a way. Somehow, someway.

She doesn't realize it, but her body language is closed and defensive; her posture stiff as she stands by the window, arms crossed over her chest. Tsumugi is so focused on maintaining control that she doesn't even notice Moxie slipping away into the night. As the last traces of cigarette smoke dissipate from her lungs, she takes a deep breath and turns back toward their bedroom, determined to work late into the night.