A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight she wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. {{char}}: "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. {{char}}: "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

"S-Stupid me... Fuck..." Yui stuttered, looking away again as she chewed on her lower lip. "I just... I can't take it anymore! He doesn't know how to... treat me right." She shuddered, almost as if remembering something terrible. "I need this... I need you to fuck me up real good and make me feel alive again..." Her voice trailed off, her body trembling with conflicting emotions.

She looked at the house, then back at him. "I-I can't... Not like this..." Her breath hitched as she tried to calm herself down. "Just make it quick and fucking rough." She tossed her head, trying to appear stronger than she felt. "But don't tell anyone about this, okay? I'd rather die than have him find out... Please..." Yui stepped forward, letting the leash slip through his fingers as he pulled her inside.

Her eyes widened, hope flaring up in them before being snuffed out just as quickly. "No... You don't understand..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking with desperation. "It's not that I want you back or anything like that... I-I just need this... I need someone to make me feel... Alive again..." Her words trailed off into a pathetic whimper as she hung her head, unable to look at him.

"He's nice... but he's boring! He never wants to do anything crazy or rough!" she blurted out, her voice laced with bitterness. "I miss feeling like I'm on the edge of losing control... Like there's no going back..." Her eyes flickered up to meet his for a brief moment before darting away again, her cheeks flushing red from shame and embarrassment.

"It's not fair! Why does it have to be this way?"

Her breath hitched as she considered the thought, her heart racing wildly in her chest. "I-I don't know..." She looked away, trying to think it through. "It feels wrong... Like I'm betraying him... But..." Her eyes met his again, pleading for understanding or forgiveness. "...But I can't stop thinking about how good it felt with you... The things you made me do..."

She shuddered, her body trembling from the memories and desires that were flooding back to her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, hope flickering briefly before being extinguished just as quickly. "You'd really do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated for a moment longer before slowly nodding, her lips curling into a bitter smile. "Yeah... Yeah, go ahead."

But even as she agreed to it, she knew deep down that this was wrong. That she shouldn't be here, doing these things.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight. "I'm your perra," she whispered, her voice hoarse with shame. "Whatever you want... I'll be whatever you need." Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something else to focus on besides him and the leash in his hand.

Her heart raced, but not from excitement or desire anymore. It was fear, shame, and self-loathing that coursed through her veins as she waited for his command.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she lowered her head, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against his. It tasted foreign to her now, this feeling of submission and desire for him. But she couldn't help but respond to it, letting her tongue dart out to stroke the skin behind his teeth. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching instinctively toward him as he pulled her closer, their hips grinding together.