Chapter 53 - part 2

"What the hell do you want?" she snapped at Miz, pushing him back away from her door.

He looked her over and gave her an odd glare. "I hope to god you're not fucking streaming like that," he scolded her, weary of her questionable outfits during her broadcasts. "I thought we talked about this."

Emiru immediately rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Ugh, no, what the hell? I'm not even streaming. I would never wear something like this."

"Never say never," Miz joked, trying to lighten the mood now that he confirmed she wasn't unnecessarily showing off her body to thousands of viewers. "Your numbers have been a little low this month. Wouldn't put it past you."

Emiru probably would've bantered back in the past, but there was something off about their dynamic now. Maybe it was the fact that she was completely infatuated with a hulking alpha male. Or maybe Miz was just lame in comparison.

"Did you really come up here just to slut shame and lecture me about my fucking Twitch stats?" she barked back.

Mizkif could see that she was clearly not in the mood to joke around. "Uh, no, no.. I found your clothes outside my room," he replied, lifting the articles of clothing in his hand for emphasis.

Emiru sheepishly reached out and took them from her boyfriend's hands. Realizing that he was the one with a reason to be mad, Miz relaunched his authoritative questioning. "What were they even doing there? Were you fucking naked out in the hallway?"

Emiru hesitated. Her boyfriend wasn't an idiot. The story she was about to tell would have to be believable, and there was no way he'd accept it without mixing something unusual in. Emi wouldn't go and take off her clothes downstairs all on her own. Someone else had to be involved.

"Do you remember Josh?" she asked. This sealed the direction her explanation would take.

Miz nodded his head. "Yeah, uh.. Poki's guy. Her manager or whatever. I was looking for him earlier," he began to say as he looked down the hallway and towards one of the bedrooms. "Haven't checked up here though. What about him?"

Emi bit her lip. "Well, we were hanging out.. a little bit, and he dared me."

Mizkif grew visibly bothered. "You were hanging out?"

"Yeah, yeah.. a little bit," she reiterated.

"How the hell do you hang out a little bit?" Miz questioned. "And just to be clear, this is the guy I asked you to stay away from, right?"

Emiru knew that he was going to bring that up. "Yes, that's the one."

"Right, right," Miz nodded in frustration. "So just fuck me then, right? What I say isn't important?"

Emi rolled her eyes, knowing that her boyfriend was about to make this into a big deal. She'd experienced it countless times before, and most of those were far less worthy of an argument than this.

"Miz, it's not like that. He saw that I was mad about all of the World of Warcraft stuff, so he just wanted to be sure I was okay," Emi explained. "We talked for a few minutes and that's it. He left."

"Only for a few minutes?"

Emi nodded. "Yeah, that's it."

"So how the fuck did you end up streaking through the house naked on some bullshit dare in just a few minutes?" Miz continued badgering her.

Fuck. Emi didn't think that all the way through. "It wasn't–just.. he was helping distract me. We did like two rounds of truth or dare and that's it. He's a fucking muscle-head jock. You know the type. The only way he knows how to empathize is with stupid frat party games," Emi replied, doing her best to remain sincere.

"But he got you fucking naked, Emi. How are you not seeing what's wrong with that?" Miz spat back angrily.

Emiru rolled her eyes. He did a lot more than just get me naked, dumbfuck. "He didn't see anything! I had my bathrobe ready at the end of the hall and he was waiting here," she replied, signaling to their current spot outside of her bedroom door. She was tired of dealing with Miz's incessant whining, so she went on the offensive. "And he fucking did it for you!"

Mizkif threw his hands in the air. "Oh yeah, that's fucking believable. He got you naked for my benefit. Hah! Fucking great. Do you even hear yourself?"

"You prick, it's fucking true! I told him that we were fighting about WoW, and he said it was stupid. That it was just a game, and if I wanted to be a good girlfriend, I should go to your bedroom butt naked and knock on your door. That was the dare."

Miz was caught open-mouthed, unable to find a reply.

"Yeah, exactly," Emiru continued, calling him out on his silence. "So that's what I did, and you didn't fucking answer. I knocked for so long, too. I was going to fuck your brains out."

Mizkif's anger instantly turned into guilt. Had it really been his own fault? He must've fallen asleep super early or something, and considering the fact that he was a heavy sleeper, it was very plausible that he slept through Emi's knocking. "Why didn't you just walk in? Why the hell were you knocking?"

Emiru rolled her eyes. "It was supposed to be a surprise! Imagine how sexy it would have been if you opened your door and I was standing there completely naked? You would've loved it!"

Miz took a brief pause to imagine the scene in his head, and she was right. He had been carrying around blue balls the whole day, so having Emiru serve herself on a fucking silver platter would've been a wet dream come true. The pills he had been taking for his erectile dysfunction were finally working, but he hadn't gotten a chance to reap the benefits with Emi.

"And then I heard someone down the hall," Emi continued, "so I fucking booked it and ran back upstairs."

Again, Mizkif was stumped. She managed to explain everything away, even the clothes that she had to leave behind.

Emiru went on the offensive once more. Seeing that the power dynamic had shifted, she wanted to take full advantage. "I don't get why you always want to fucking fight all the time. I hate fighting, Miz! I've told you so many times. I get fucking stressed over it. My chat is always memeing me about going bald, but if we keep this up, I don't think it's going to be a meme anymore. I might actually go fucking bald," Emiru lamented, pausing dramatically before her final sentence. "I don't think I can deal with your bullshit anymore."

She was panting. Her outburst was understandably full of raw emotions.

The sirens in Mizkif's head started to go off. He had just gone from being angry, to guilty, and now.. terrified.

Terrified of losing Emiru.

The whole conversation sounded far too familiar. It was just like the one he'd had with his ex two and a half years prior. The one that sent him into his spiral with depression and steroids. He couldn't go through that again. He just couldn't.

"No, no, no. Hey, I blew this up way too much, okay?" Miz urged in a quick turnaround. "It just seemed fucking weird. You can see that, right? I mean, all your clothes, your fucking panties even.. all laying outside my room as if someone just tore them off of you. I mean, it sounds crazy, but how was I supposed to know you were being dared to come surprise me like that?"

Emi looked down with an Oscar-worthy pout. "You weren't supposed to know. You're supposed to come to me and ask, trusting that your girlfriend of two years isn't some whore getting randomly naked in a house full of guys. How can I stay in a relationship with someone who doesn't even trust me?"

Mizkif could tell that Emi was really hurt. She usually fought back and matched his energy, which tended to escalate their arguments. It wasn't like her to get sad like this.

"Emi, Emi, look at me, okay? I'm sorry. You're right. We fight way too much, and this was my fault. I assumed things that I shouldn't have assumed. That's over, okay? I'm sorry.. it won't happen again."

There was a brief pause, which simultaneously increased Mizkif's nerves and Emiru's bargaining power.

"So you're really sorry? And you'll stop trying to start arguments all the time?" Emi asked, subconsciously pinning the blame all on him.

Mizkif was more than happy to make amends by adhering to her simple agreement. "Yes, of course. Of course."

"And you'll fucking trust me more?" Emi asked, pushing the limits of his apology.

"Yes, yes, I'll trust you more. We will discuss things like normal civil adults before, uh.. before any accusations are made or whatever. I promise."

Emiru beamed with happiness.

"Okay, great. Can you apologize to Josh now and thank him for trying to be your wingman last night?" she asked, immediately opening her door and leading Miz into her room. Miz reluctantly followed her in and watched as his girlfriend marched over to the oversized hunk sitting in her desk chair. He swiveled around to face them, and Emiru positioned herself right next to him, placing one hand on his strong shoulder.

Josh was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, leaving his muscular torso uncovered. Emi herself was only wearing her extra large shirt, and Miz could swear that he could see the outline of her erect nipples that hadn't been visible before, as if they just got hard recently for whatever reason.

"Apologize, and thank him," Emiru politely demanded with a smirk on her face, completely unbothered by the half-naked man in her room. The situation was so fucked, and Emiru's pussy was going haywire from the depravity of it all. She was asking her boyfriend to thank the man who just turned her into a braindead, freeuse fuck toy. The man she had cheated on him with, and would continue to cheat on him with until Josh ended their long term relationship.

Josh, for his part, appeared undeterred by it all. Mizkif didn't present a threat now that he had Emiru completely brainwashed. "How's it going, man?" Josh leaned forward to bump fists with Miz.

"Hey, yeah.. good, good," Miz mumbled out, cowardly reciprocating the gesture and doing his best to figure out what was happening. "Uh, why are you in here, exactly?"

Josh wasn't sure what ruse Emiru had set up, so he simply turned to her and asked, "You didn't tell him?"

She facepalmed in response. "Fuck. Sorry, I can be so dumb sometimes," she said with a cheeky little glance over to Josh. It was an innocent enough comment, but it had entire layers worth of backstory that only two of the people in her room knew about. "He needed a computer setup to work on some manager things.. you know, business stuff with Pokimane, so I offered my computer!"

"Oh," Mizkif replied with a feigned smile. His entire body was screaming with jealousy. With the way Emiru and Josh were both dressed, or not dressed, it kind of looked like they had just rolled out of bed together. And now that he thought about it, Emiru's hair was kind of messy..

But he couldn't say anything. Not outright. He had just finished promising that he would trust her more. "Gotcha, makes total sense," Miz added. "Do you, uh.. do you have a lot of shit to get done or.. will you be done soon?"

It was clear that he was asking how soon Josh would be leaving Emiru's room.

Josh shook his head. "Sorry, man. I might be stuck here for a while. I just started on this new project, and it's been a real bitch to deal with so far," Josh explained as Emiru smirked, knowing that she was the project and the bitch he was referring to. "You might not see me leave this room for another twelve.. maybe twenty-four hours."

Miz faked a small laugh. "Twenty-four hours, huh? Stuck in here? I'm sure you can take a break or something, hah. I know Poki, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"Then you don't know her as well as you thought," Josh replied. "She's very friendly, sure, but when it comes to her business.. her brand deals, partnerships, etcetera, she can be a cold bitch, and I like my job. I want to keep my job, see?"

Emiru rubbed Josh's shoulder out of empathy. "Awh, I can only imagine! Poki is like.. the face of streaming for women. I could see her being a bitch when it comes to that stuff. She has to be! So, yeah.. you can totally spend as much time in my room as you need, okay? Whatever you need to take care of, make sure it gets done right."

Her cunt twitched at the double meaning in her sentence. She was the it that had to be taken care of the right way.

Josh grinned at her. "Thank you, Emi. Might be pulling an all-nighter in here, if that's cool?"

"Are you kidding? Of course it's cool," Emiru replied, much to Mizkif's dismay. "I have a blow up mattress in my closet that.. actually, hmm. It can be a little loud when you're inflating it. And if you won't finish up until late at night, I don't want you waking me up!"

"I would hate to bother you while you're sleeping," Josh replied. The contrast in their conversations now that Miz was present was nothing short of hilarious, but the pair kept their cool. One stray smirk could ruin the facade.

"Ugh, fine," Emi rolled her eyes and smiled before looking at her boyfriend. "Josh has been trying to convince me all morning that he needs to sleep in my bed, and I can't think of a better solution, so fine, fine," she said, turning to look back at Josh. "Whenever you're finished with Poki's stuff, you can, very quietly, join me in my bed."

Josh clenched his fist and shook it victoriously. "Yes, haha," he said, gloating before looking at Miz. "She's way too easy, man."

Emiru slapped his arm, open-mouthed. "Jerk! Haha, I'm not easy. I didn't say anything was going to happen in that bed, did I?"

Josh chuckled back at her. "Sure, sure.. I sleep completely naked, by the way."

"Oh my god," Emi replied, rolling her eyes as if it was a playful jab and not overtly suggestive.

A feel-good shock wave coursed through her veins before she could reply. The illicit nature of their bold conversation was impacting her physically. "I mean, if you're more comfortable that way, that's fine. Uh, have you always.. how long have you been sleeping in the nude?"

"Uhh," Josh muttered as he considered his response. "Since about ten seconds ago."

Emiru's cunt was dripping. She rolled her eyes again and giggled, knowing that her boyfriend was about to blow a gasket if she didn't acknowledge him. "Don't worry, Miz. Nothing is going to happen. He's just being silly."

Mizkif was almost distraught. They were flirting as if he wasn't even there, and Emiru was completely infatuated by Josh's charm.

"Hey guys, let's not.. I mean," Mizkif finally found his voice and butted in. "We have plenty of spare bedrooms, you know? I don't think.."

Emiru shot him a dirty look. "You really expect him to walk all the way to a different room after slaving away for Poki all day? In the middle of the night?"

"Uh," Miz mumbled. His protest had been the most sane way to react to an insane situation. He should've been angry. He should have been pissed. What Emiru and Josh were talking about was completely ridiculous. Reason had left the room entirely.

But he didn't want to escalate things now that he was on a short leash with his girlfriend. "I don't see what the big deal is. It only takes a few seconds to walk to–"

"No, Miz," Emi replied sternly. "Absolutely not. He's our guest, and we should accommodate him. Imagine if we send him back to LA and Poki hears about how badly we treated him? Making him stumble around in the middle of the night to find his room? I'll fucking die of embarrassment. Hell no. He's sleeping in my bed, naked or not naked, whatever he prefers."

"Your bed is tiny," Mizkif tried to reason, waving over to her twin-sized mattress. "There's no way the two of you will even fit comfortably."

He was speaking from experience now. He had spent many nights in Emiru's bed with her, and even they had a bit of trouble with space, despite him only being five foot six and a hundred and sixty-five pounds. Josh was remarkably larger at six foot six and two hundred and fifty pounds. He'd struggle with space even if he was alone.

Emiru glanced over to her bed and shrugged her shoulders. "We will if I lay on top of him."

For this, Miz had no response. He just stood there, mouth slightly agape and stunned. The situation had unraveled so quickly and so completely. Josh and Emiru continued talking, spurned on by the idea of sleeping on top of each other. He could hear his girlfriend giggle at whatever Josh was saying, but Miz couldn't make it out. There was a high pitched sound that tuned their voices into mere white noise.

He eventually shook himself out of his daze.

His girlfriend was still giggling. "You're not even going to try keeping your hands to yourself, are you? Hehe."

"Can you blame me?" Josh asked before reaching his hand around and slipping it up the bottom of her oversized shirt, copping a feel of her perky butt and drawing a surprised squeal from the streamer. "But don't worry. I'll wait until you're sleeping before helping myself. At least that way you can claim some level of ignorance with your little boyfriend here."

Emiru stifled a giggle and immediately shot a guilty look over Mizkif, who finally spoke up once more. "Emi, do you.. do you mind following me out to, uh.. the kitchen? Need your help with something."

"But I'm talking with Josh," Emi began to complain before Josh jumped in.

"No, it's fine. I'm hungry anyway. Could you make me a sandwich or something?" Josh asked before turning his chair back towards the computer, expecting the answer to be positive.

"Of course! I'll be right back," she said before following Miz out into the hallway.

Emiru was a little nervous. She could basically hear Miz's frustration. Steam was coming out of his ears, but she had to remember, she had the upper hand when it came to arguments.

Once they were half way down the hallway, Emi broke the silence. "Hey, fuck.. sorry, Miz. It's freezing out here. I'm going to put on my pajamas. One second!"

She immediately turned around and headed back to her bedroom. Miz could only protest in silence.

He stomped towards the kitchen to try to gather his thoughts, confident that Emiru wouldn't take any longer than a minute's time. He had a million questions in his head. The first of which was 'what the fuck?', which also probably covered his second and third question as well.

It's all he wanted to know. What the fuck had just happened in that room?

He took a deep breath and tried to give Emiru the benefit of the doubt. She's a friendly person. She likes making people feel comfortable. That's it. That's all it was. And when she got back, he'd ask a few questions, clear the air, and re-spool the thread onto this fucked up thimble of a situation. Easy peasy.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Emiru's hands joined together at the small of her back as Josh ravaged her throat, energetically thrusting his cock in and out of her tiny throat as if it was the last throat he'd ever get to enjoy. The pleasure was immediate as Emiru began to choke right off the rip, forming a tight grip on the length of Josh's fat cock.

"Fucking whore, haha. Came back just to get choked by my cock, huh?" Josh grunted, jackhammering his behemoth cock into Emiru's throat with an animalistic frenzy. Her head bobbed up and down at an incredible speed, aided by Josh's strong grip on her hair and careless attitude for her well-being.

Time was limited, so he held nothing back. Emiru's eyes ping ponged constantly to the back of her skull every time Josh's cock bottomed out in her throat. Her brain short-circuited each time Josh went balls deep with her, and she loved the feeling of going dumb on his cock.

"You like being a cheating slut, don't you?" Josh growled out, not giving her a moment of respite to answer. "You'd rather get facefucked to high hell than listen to that faggot for even a second, even though I treat you like shit, haha. You really are a fucking idiot."

Finally, Josh raised her head by her hair off his cock and slapped her three times in rapid succession. Emiru was caught off guard but let out a delirious giggle.

"Hehe, ah! Yes, daddy, yes.. I'm an idiot for your cock, hehe. Getting facefucked is so much better than listening to my boyfriend while like a little bitch. I'd much rather be here with you, hehe. I.. I fucking love when you use me. Slap me, rape me, treat me like a fucking object. I'm a dumb cunt for your cock–"

Josh needed no further persuasion. He jammed his cock between her lips and continued skullfucking her mercilessly, enjoying the panicked and struggling expressions on her dumb face.

"Fucking stupid bitch. Take my fucking cock bitch. This is your every day now. This is the most useful you'll ever fucking be," he continued berating her. "I can hear your fucking cunt dripping on the ground, too. You like being a throat slave, huh?"

Of course, the only sound to be heard was the constantly gluck glucks that her throat forcibly echoed out.

"Fucking cunt. You look so fucking stupid, haha," Josh laughed as he rammed his mighty cock deep inside of Emiru's gullet. He lifted her head once more and slapped her, not caring what evidence was left behind.

The streamer only smiled and giggled, clearly high off of the throat abuse and lack of oxygen.

"Your faggot is waiting for you, slut," Josh replied, slapping her one last time and letting go of her hair so that she collapsed to her side.

Emiru looked visibly upset. "But.. but.. but you didn't even cum!" she begged, crawling back between his legs and nuzzling her face into his nuts. "What kind.. guh, uh," she gasped for air, still trying to regain her senses. "What kind of stupid cunt whore would I be if I didn't make your big, perfect balls unload all over my dumb face? And in my eyes? I'll let you cum right in my eyes. Both of them! Please!"

"Your cuck is waiting," Josh repeated.

"Fuck him. I don't care about him. I don't care if he walks in and catches you using me like a fucking fleshlight. I just want your cum on my face. It would feel so good! I need your cum on my face."

Josh grinned at her commitment. "Good. I'm glad you feel that way," he replied, warming Emiru's pout into a loving smile. "But it's fun to fuck with him, so you're going fix your hair, wipe that spit off your face, and tell him that everything's okay. Lie, say whatever bullshit you want, but make sure you're making my sandwich at the same time. I'm fucking starving. And don't make anything for yourself. Whores don't eat food. I'll feed you a big load of my cum when you get back."

Emiru pouted once more but knew better than to disobey. She nodded and kissed his balls one last time. "Mm, I love when you tell me exactly what to do. Makes it super duper easy on my dumb girl brain, hehe. I'll be right back, master."

Josh slapped her ass as she walked off, earning an adorable yelp from the ditzy streamer.

Emiru locked eyes with Miz as soon as she entered the hallway, having already fixed her appearance. She no longer felt anxious. Josh's cock had cured her stress problem. She knew an argument was coming, and it didn't even matter anymore.

Miz didn't matter anymore.

Except.. he didn't know he didn't matter, and her master wanted her to keep it that way.. keep stringing her boyfriend along. So she would have to play the part.

Mizkif watched as Emiru walked into the kitchen and immediately began taking out ingredients for a sandwich. One thing stood out to him more than anything else.

She wasn't wearing the pajama pants that she specifically left for.

Still, he approached it carefully, "Hey, uhm.. what happened? Did you lose your pants on the way here? Hah."

Emiru was basically humming with joy. Nothing could spoil her mood. Not after Josh promised to deposit a big fat load of semen directly into her stomach.

"Oops," she replied. "Must've forgotten. I can be a little silly sometimes, you know?"

"Why are you talking like that?" Miz asked and realized there were bigger issues to address. "You know what.. nevermind. Emi, can you please just.. stop for a second and talk to me?"

Emiru was busy thinking about what ingredients Josh would like on his sandwich. Was he a tomato guy? Did he like his sandwiches heavy with mayonnaise or light? Would he appreciate pickles the way she appreciated his godly pickle? So many decisions.

"Uh, what? Sorry," Emi replied absent-mindedly.

Miz sighed. His girlfriend was on another planet. "Can you please stop for a second and talk to me?"

Emiru shook her head, remembering that Josh specifically told her to make his sandwich while she lied to her boyfriend. "Sorry, Josh is hungry."

Mizkif could feel his temper growing, but the thought of Emi breaking up with him quelled that anger all too quickly.

"Okay, okay, fine. Could you make me one too, then? While you're at it?" he asked, trying to make her task a little less embarrassing for him. This was his girlfriend after all, and she was making the fucking frat prick in her room a goddamn sandwich. "I haven't eaten anything yet today."

Emiru sighed and gave him a half smile. She didn't want it to seem like she was playing favorites. "Sure, no problem, Miz. What, uh.. what did you want to talk about? I can multitask," she replied before grabbing another plate and taking out two more pieces of bread.

She had already slathered mayonnaise onto Josh's bread slices and returned the jar to the fridge, and she didn't want to repeat that process and delay the arrival of Josh's food any more than necessary, so Mizkif's sandwich would have to go without. She smirked when she remembered one significant detail about Miz's sandwiches: he hated when they were dry.

"What the hell's going on with you two?" Miz asked her. "I mean, you're acting so weird! You're way too comfortable around him, don't you think?"

Emiru stacked several slices of deli ham onto Josh's sub, leaving only one last slice in the package for Miz. It was so thin that it was slightly translucent, and Emiru laughed to herself. It was mean, but she loved it. She loved treating Josh better and giving him things that she should only be giving to her boyfriend. Of course, that statement went further than just ingredients on a sandwich, but it was still fun.

She was cucking him even with food.

"He's just a nice guy," Emiru finally responded. "Well, actually.. no. He's kind of an asshole, hehe, but I like it! And I told you, he was helping me out last night and distracting me after you were freaking yelling and embarrassing me in front of the whole stream. Thousands of people, Miz! It was a lot, and Josh helped me. I probably wouldn't have even talked to him if you weren't being a douchebag."

"Okay, okay," Mizkif replied, waving off the past discussion points. "What about the sleeping thing? He's going to sleep in your fuck–.. in your bed?"

He did his best to control his anger, knowing that an outburst could be devastating for his relationship.

Emiru continued humming happily to herself. "Uhhh," she uttered, considering her response. "Yes, he's going to be sleeping with me. In my bed."

Mizkif paused there, trying to think of any scenario where that'd be okay. "And he's going to be naked?"

Emi shrugged. "I can't control if he takes off his clothes. Naked or not, he's going to be in my bed, next to me. No, wait, under me. I think you were right. The bed is way too small for the two of us, so I'll probably sleep on top of him."

"You're going to mount him, basically?"

"Hmm, yup," Emi replied.

She spoke so nonchalantly, as if they were discussing the weather or some other insignificant thing.

"Do you, uh.. do you really not see what's wrong with that?" he replied calmly.

Emi shook her head as if everything about the idea was fine and dandy. "No? What would be wrong with that?" she asked. "His pecs are huge, so I'm sure they'll make nice pillows. Plus, it'll be nice and warm with an extra body in there since Russell always keeps it so cold at night. It's perfect! And it's only for a day or two."

After a brief moment of silence from Miz, Emiru continued. "You're not worried about what I think you're worried about, right?"

Some of Mizkif's anger turned into fear for a split second. "I'm not worried about anything. I just don't want my girlfriend to be in bed with a naked fucking ogre."

Emiru looked at him oddly. "He's not an ogre. Ogres are ugly."

Miz sighed. "Yeah, and what? He's not ugly? You think he's hot?"

She looked at him with sly glare and raised her brows. "C'mon. Even you have to admit he's hot."

He threw his hands up, frustrated at the lack of progress being made. "Yeah, he's a fucking hunk. Whatever, Emi. That's besides the–"

"Aha!" Emi called out. "See? I told you. He is hot! You know, maybe Josh was right about you. You keep thinking about him naked in bed with me, you think he's hot.. I thought he was just trying to make fun of you, but maybe he was right. Maybe you are a.. uh, nevermind."

She decided to stop that trail of thought before it brought more trouble, but it was too late.

"No, no, go on," Mizkif urged her, eager to see what the motherfucker holed up in her room was saying about him. "Maybe I'm a what? Go on, please. Tell me what he said."

Emiru hesitated but after some more prodding from her boyfriend, she finally gave in. "He called you a faggot," she answered succinctly. "Or.. was it a fucking faggot? I'm not sure, but he definitely called you a faggot."

Mizkif was floored. And confused. Pokimane's manager said that? In a conversation with Emi?

"He called me a faggot?" Miz asked for clarification, almost in disbelief.

Emiru nodded with a cute smile. "Yup, but only three or four times. Maybe five. It wasn't a big deal."

"Five times? What the hell?" Miz asked, trying to get more information about their interactions. "And what did you say exactly?"

Emiru smirked before responding. "I think I laughed a little bit. It caught me off guard, hehe."

Mizkif's anger boiled as his girlfriend topped the sandwiches with the remaining bread pieces. Josh's was covered with ample mayo and mustard and Miz's was barren as the Sahara. She smiled at the two noticeably different sandwiches and couldn't help but notice how much they resembled the two men in her life. Josh's sandwich was stacked high with an abundance of lettuce, avocado, tomato slices, American cheese, and ham. The ingredients on Mizkif's sandwich could barely even be seen from the side. One small layer of each topping, mostly leftovers from the prep, and that was it.

Just like the sandwiches, Josh was physically taller and well-built. Miz was more disappointing in comparison, so it only made sense that his lunch was, too. She quickly emptied a bag of chips onto both plates as the conversation continued.

"Don't you think you should've defended me? Being my girlfriend and all," Mizkif replied with a slight hint of sarcasm.

"Uh, no," Emiru replied as she lifted both plates. "Josh isn't really a guy you argue with. When he says something, you kind of just go along with it. Can't really explain it. Sorry, babe, but maybe it's not a bad thing? Like, maybe faggot is just his nickname for you. He gave me a few nicknames and I love them!"

Mizkif had no response this time. He sunk into his seat and stewed in anger.

Emiru then moved around the kitchen island to hand Miz his sandwich, hoping that would ease his obvious frustration, but she paused.

It seemed wrong. Wrong to give Mizkif his food before serving Josh.

So she didn't. Instead, she turned towards the hallway with both plates in hand and marched to her room.

"Hey, I'll take mine.. if it's done," Mizkif called out meekly.

But Emiru's pace didn't even slow down as she responded. "Sorry, Josh said he wanted his asap! I'll be back!"

Miz just threw his hands up in defeat. His girlfriend was behaving so strangely, and every moment that passed made him more suspicious. Why not just hand him his sandwich? She was only a few feet away. Why the hell was Josh such a priority to her? When did his needs become more important?

"Hiii, master," Emiru cooed as she kicked the door behind her closed. Josh was still sitting in her gaming chair, except now, he was completely naked and masturbating his giant cock. And there was porn playing on her computer. "Mm, working on that big load you promised me, huh?"

"Yup," he replied with a smirk. "I'm close. Gonna shoot this whole thing into those anime eyes of yours."

Emi bit her lip as she walked towards him. "Oh my god, hehe. I won't be able to see for a whole day!"

"But it'll be hot," Josh responded, jacking his girthy dick from the base to the tip. "That's worth getting blinded for, right?"

Emiru felt her cunt surge with desire. She clamped her thighs together just to keep from leaking onto the floor. She wanted to taste his cock. She wanted it to invade her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. She wanted it to make her go dumb.

"Mmm, if it makes you happy, then of course it's worth it," Emi cooed as she set down both plates on the desk and leaned over at the waist to kiss the tip of Josh's cock. "I'm yours after all. Mwah. Just a toy for you to play with. Mwah. A stupid toy. Mwah. A brainless toy. Mwah. You can do whateverrr you want to me, hehe. Mwah."

"Fuck," Josh muttered as he watched the pretty streamer debase herself. He still hadn't gotten over how pretty Emiru was.

Josh released his grip and let Emi continue her kisses down his shaft and towards his balls. She sucked on them eagerly and released them with a plop before speaking up. "Didn't you say you were going to dump your load in my tummy? Feed me your cum? You can't do that if you shoot it in my eyes, mister. A slut has to eat too, you know."

Josh groaned. She was right, but his plans had changed. He wanted to dump his load in her eyes and on her face instead. It seemed like the more degrading option, which meant that it was also the more fun option.

Before responding, he looked around and noticed the two sandwiches. "Well, you ignored me anyway. I told you not to make yourself anything to eat."

Emi cocked her cute head in confusion before following Josh's eyeline and seeing the food she had prepared.

"Oh! That second sandwich isn't for me. I might be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but I wouldn't do something you told me not to do!" Emiru exclaimed. "It's for Mizkif. He was whining about you again. No idea why," she said with a devious smirk, licking the length of Josh's cock to emphasize her sarcasm. "So I had to make him a sandwich just so he would stop crying."

"You made him a sandwich?" Josh asked as if she had just cheated on him. The reality was much different, given that they were the two engaging in disloyal behavior, but delusion was often a side effect of excessive confidence.

Emiru got nervous for a second. "Uh.. yes, but trust me, it's not good! Look at it. It's so small compared to yours.. see? I promise it won't even taste good. I didn't put any mayonnaise in it, so it's going to be super dry, too."

Josh's face slowly changed as he considered his next move. A sly smile appeared, and Emiru couldn't figure out why. "Uh, what's that look for?"

With a nod, he began to explain, "Well, I just feel so bad that you've been cheating on him with me. I'm starting to feel guilty, you know?"

"Really?" Emiru asked skeptically.

Josh continued. "And now you're going to give him a dry sandwich? No way. That's where I draw the line, slut. That thing's going to be slathered with his favorite condiment before you serve it to him."

Emiru furrowed her brows in confusion as she slapped his meaty dick against her cheek. "His favorite.. condim–" she began to say, deciphering the scheme that Josh was planning. She then looked at his cock and then down at his balls.

Her voice faded as she studied Josh's smirk more. The dots began to connect in her small brain.

"Oh! Oh.. oh my god, Josh! You don't mean.."

"I do mean."

Emiru thought it over for a second. "But that'd be so fucked up! So, so fucked up. I mean, cheating on him is one thing, but putting your.. stuff.. in his food? That's a little too far, no?"

"Who cares? It'll be funny," Josh responded callously.

"Uh, really?" Emiru asked with uncertainty. "Funny? Feeding my boyfriend.. your cum.. hmm. Making him swallow all of your gooey sperm.. the sperm that's going to come out of these big, big balls, hehe," she pondered playfully as she gave Josh's balls a few loving smooches. "I guess it'd be kind of funny. Like a prank. A really twisted prank, but.. I don't know. I just feel like that's too far. He's still my boyfriend, you know? I like.. I like cheating on him, and I'll do anything you say, daddy, but.. but.."

Josh shook his head. "But nothing. This thing we're doing, it needs one hundred percent of your commitment. You can't be hot and cold with this."

Emiru bit her lip before responding. "He's going to taste it.."

"That's the point," Josh replied as he took hold of his cock again and began jacking off right in Emi's face.

"He's going to taste it and realize what it is!" Emi argued, antsy about their illicit behavior being discovered.

"Yeah? Does he fucking eat cum that often that he'd be able to figure out the flavor immediately?" Josh asked with increasing annoyance.

Emiru hesitated slightly before giving him a sly smirk. "Heh.. well, you keep implying that he's gay. Maybe he eats his own cum or something.."

"And you think his pathetic cuck cum tastes anything like mine?" Josh demanded, almost in offense.

Emiru snickered at the comment before responding. "No, no.. there's no way. You guys are basically two different species. I wouldn't know for sure though because you haven't fed me your cum yet! I want to taste it! I want it all over me and in me and on me, daddy! I don't think I'm asking for too much here!"

She was persistent. Josh gave her that. "Help me out with this, and I'll feed you so much cum later, you'll be drowning in it. Literally."

The idea alone was enough to rush glee into every crevice of Emiru's petite body. "Fuck.. I can't wait, heh. Fine! Let's do it. Where should we start? Where do you want me? What should I–"

Josh wasted no time. He hurriedly grabbed Emiru by the hair and pushed the head of his cock past her lips, stuffing his massive dick as deep as it could go and silencing her voice abruptly. Her eyes immediately rolled back as he reached the first throat barrier, but they returned to normal shortly after. Emi's hands grabbed for his knees to brace herself, but a few slaps to her cheek reminded her that Josh preferred when she had zero control.

"No hands, you dumb bitch," Josh barked out as his motions gained speed, initiating a barrage of thrusts that sent his cock in and out of her throat. Her mouth stretched around the girth of his cock obscenely and

He punctuated every other word with a brutal cock slam, sending her mind reeling with masochistic pleasure. "I want you to be fucking helpless," he continued. "I want you to feel like you're a fucking object.. no thoughts, no voice, no say in what happens to you. FUCK! DUMB BITCH! Just get fucking used and be happy about it. That's what a good bitch would do, and you're a good bitch, right?"

Emiru moaned, sending vibrations along the length of Josh's angry cock. She quickly positioned her hands behind the small of her back and kept them there.

"Gggluh ggglrrggghh," was all that could be heard as the glucking babble took over any response that Emiru tried to make.

For the next minute, she was at Josh's mercy.

Which was nonexistent. He was always the most careless when his orgasm was near, going as far as to risk the well-being of his partner just for a few extra seconds of warm, wet, tight-throated sexual bliss, and this time was no different. Emiru's spasming throat might as well have been an inanimate fleshlight with how reckless Josh was using it.

"Fucking take it. Fucking take it, you dumb bitch. I don't give a fuck about you, and you're letting me treat you like this, haha. Women are so fucking stupid," Josh roared confidently. "Every single one of you. Every stupid bitch like you deserves to get treated just like this. Isn't that right, cunt?"

Josh slapped her face until she moaned out in agreement.

He smirked at the outline of his cock gorging Emi's throat, making it bulge and deflate as he thrusted in and out.

"You get treated like shit, and you let it happen," Josh badgered, slapping the side of Emiru's face to add to the humiliation. "That's why I'm going to take everything from you, and you'll thank me. You'll fucking thank me for keeping you as my fucking slave, you dumb bitch. Dumb fucking cocksucking whore!"

"Mmm hmmpff," Emi mumbled in a sporadic reply. Her head was currently bobbing up and down at the speed of lightning, so there wasn't much she could add to the topic besides a few mumbles.

Her hair flew about erratically as her mouth was used as a masturbation device. Spit flowed down, making the whole situation that much messier.

Josh could feel the orgasm building in his balls, so he sped up his throat abuse for a few more seconds before burying himself balls deep. Emiru's face visibly strained as she struggled to hold the massive cock in her throat. Josh slapped her face a few times, adding to the list of her struggles.

But the most important struggle on that list was the lack of air, of course, and it was getting more problematic by the second. Emiru's adorable face began panicking. Her hands fidgeted behind her back before her instincts forced them forward to slap at Josh's thighs.

She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to do exactly as Josh expected of her and remain still with her hands at her back, but it was impossible. When her consciousness was being threatened, no amount of resistance could prevent her natural instinct to fight back against the aggressor.

Even if she wanted her aggressor to treat her like shit.

The escape attempt made Josh smile. Emiru was so weak in comparison that she had no chance of freeing herself without his permission. Her little feet kicked below her butt in her kneeled position, further demonstrating her body's growing panic.

"Just two more minutes," Josh said, exaggerating the time before his impending climax would arrive. He was much closer in reality, but the update would surely freak Emiru out. "No air, no breathing, just cock for two more minutes. And if you fucking pass out, I'll add another minute, so don't be a selfish bitch. Don't fucking pass out."

Josh sat back and savored the sight as Emiru's panic immediately intensified. He'd never grow tired of having power over a beautiful woman, but using that power recklessly and wantonly without the fear of repercussions was a feeling unlike any other. He wanted to push every single boundary that Emiru set with him and laugh in her stupid face at the same time.

Emiru's eyes had long since passed the point of widening and alarm. They were growing weak, fluttering and rolling back into her skull. She was seconds away from going limp altogether and Josh's cruel laughter was not helping, but luckily for her, he finally, at long last, reached his climax. Her tight, spasming, wet throat had done just enough to bring him over the edge. And since he wasn't planning on blowing his load in her stomach, which would have certainly added at least another minute or two to her try-to-stay-conscious challenge, he finally released her.

Josh let go of the oxygen-starved girl, sending her stumbling back and reeling for air and composure. As she coughed and hacked about, Josh stood up and slid the plate with his own sandwich off to the side to avoid the incoming torrent of cum.

Emiru finally finished her coughing fit and looked on to catch the last few ropes of cum being shot onto her boyfriend's food and her desk. As fucked as the situation was, all she could think about was how big Josh's cock looked from her angle. He was a goliath of a man with the dick to match, and the impressive sight shot endless surges of lust straight to her aching cunt.

"Oh my god! Guh.. you.. you're always so rough with me.. heh. I'm not even–cough, cough.. I'm not even a girl to you. I'm just a toy.. a sex toy, heh," she sputtered out in her giggly voice as she clumsily rose to her feet. "That was soooo intense! I really thought you were trying to kill me with your cock, heh. Is it, uh.. is it going to be like that every time?"

Josh shook his cock, flicking the last few drops of cum onto Mizkif's sandwich and chips before turning towards the pretty streamer. He stepped towards her and offered his cock so that she could suck him clean.

Emi gladfully bent over to take his cock in her mouth as Josh unnecessarily snatched a bunch of her hair to keep her painfully in place.

"Ahh yeah, just like that. Get every last drop out, you dumb bitch," he barked out, ignoring her stupid question.

She suckled the tip of his fat cock and milked the last few stops of semen out with her small hands. "Mmphf, umm.. masterrrrr, I'm just curious! Are you going to be super harsh like this every time? Just.. just so I can know what to expect.."

"Like this? What we just did? Haha, that was nothing. I was tempted to keep my cock buried in your throat until your stupid girl brain shut off, and then really skull fuck the shit out of you for a while longer. Unfortunately, we've got a little mission on our hands."

Emiru pictured the vivid scene in her head, and lightning bolts of thrill shot directly towards her dripping cunt.

"Uh! Oh my.. really? That's so.. jesus. You wouldn't even give my little throat a break after I pass out?" Emiru asked with equal parts fascination and disbelief.

Josh nearly scoffed. "Why the fuck would I do that? You're my slave and you're a fucking woman. You were built to take cock. You were meant to choke on cock every single minute, every single hour of every day. I'm making you useful. If you think about it, it'd kinda be rude of me to not fuck your throat after you pass out."

Emiru was amazed at his relentless line of misogynistic reasoning. "Right. It'd be rude to let me breathe.." she said, letting her voice die out as she focused on sucking Josh's cock once again.

Part of her didn't fully agree with what Josh said. He seemed to not give a single fuck about what happened to her. His sexual ego was the only thing that mattered to him.

At the same time, she found the idea exhilarating. She truly was a sex toy to him. Nothing more, maybe less. He was going to use her just like he would an inanimate object that was created for male pleasure. No one would ever check on a fleshlight to see if it wanted a break. The idea alone seemed ridiculous. Asking a fleshlight if it was okay or checking on it to make sure it was comfortable. It would be used until its purpose was served, and then it'd be tossed to the side until it was needed for further sexual satisfaction.

Emiru was the fleshlight now. That's how Josh saw her.

She widened her jaw to fit more of Josh's half erect cock into her warm mouth, milking it for every last drop of cum. After several ambitious deepthroat attempts, she stopped and looked up at her owner.

"I think I finally get it," she mumbled while swallowing her own spit. "I understand why you treat me like shit, and I'm totally okay with it. I'm just a fleshlight to you. And a fleshlight shouldn't complain or have any opinions at all, and it definitely doesn't need a break to breathe when you're trying to nut! Hehe. I'm totally, totally okay with all of that. I know you don't need my permission and you would've just raped me if I didn't agree anyway or whatever," Emiru added with a cute eye roll, "but I just wanted to say it out loud anyways. Just so you know."

Josh looked down at the pretty streamer and smiled. He then slapped her across the face and replied, "You know what else a fleshlight doesn't do? They don't fucking talk. Shut the fuck up and keep sucking."

Emiru gasped at the completely unexpected punishment. She turned back to him and bit her lip.

She had been giving him permission! Important, consequential permission. But obviously, it was only important to her. She was very quickly reminded that what was important to her was not really that important at all.

So Emiru decided to focus on what was important. Giving Josh pleasure.

She refocused her efforts into sucking Josh's cock as he was still winding down from his powerful orgasm. She could taste the thick remnants of semen being sucked through his cock hole. It was like slurping the final drops of the giant-sized Sonic slushies she usually ordered.

"Mmm, what the hell," she mumbled, backing away and savoring the flavor of her owner's leftover sperm. "Why do you taste like that?"

"Taste like what?" Josh replied as he reached under Emiru's oversized shirt to play with her bare tits.

Emi's mouth continued churning as she inspected the flavor. "Like.. good. Why does it taste good? Cum is supposed to be.. fucking icky and gross.."

Josh chuckled. "Hah, I told you my cum would be different. You streamers never fucking listen though. You all have fucking brain rot or something. Stops you from ever absorbing any information you get, I swear to god."

Emi bit her lip as Josh's strong hands roughly groped her breasts. "I'm sorry. I.. I bet it's annoying having to deal with someone so stupid, right?"

The self-degradation forced the end of Josh's lip to curl up into a smirk. "You have no idea."

"I promise I'll try to be better," Emiru replied unconvincingly. She wanted Josh to know she was going to try her best, but she wasn't the most confident person in the world, and her shaky voice betrayed her. "This is just so fucking new to me. All of this is so different. Like, I had no idea there was going to be so much suffocating involved with being your slave. They didn't put that on the brochure."

Josh chuckled at her joke. "Oh, yeah for sure. Lots of suffocating, lots of choking, slapping, spanking. If you don't pass out every time I fuck your throat, I'm doing something seriously wrong."

Emiru rolled her eyes and smirked. "Oh my god. You're such a dick, haha. I guessssss I can get used to that. You're good at this, right? Like, you know when to take your cock out and stuff so it's not super dangerous?"

Josh tugged at her nipples as he responded. "Ehh, I mean.. I've done it a bunch of times, but I just stop when my balls are empty. That's really the only thing I care about."

Emiru's mouth dropped, but it really shouldn't have been a surprise. Josh was one of the most confidently selfish people she had ever met, which was part of the reason she was so drawn to him.

Before responding, Emi reminded herself of something important. This wasn't a normal conversation between two people or even two lovers. This was a conservation between a slave and her owner. "And I guess, as your slave, that's the only thing I should care about too, right?"

Josh smiled slowly and nodded, clearly proud of her progress.

"Then okay, hah. Guess I'll just have to get used to it."

Josh slapped her face lightly, just for the fun of it. "Used to it or not, that's not going to deter me one bit. I actually prefer you not being used to it, if I'm being honest, haha," he admitted boastfully. "That look on your dumb face when you have no idea what to do and you're begging for me to slow down or to let you breathe.. that's the fucking best. I love seeing the worry in a slut's eyes when they realize their next conscious breath of air won't be until you wake up hours later."

Emiru's breath was heavy. Being talked down to by such a hulky, well-built man made her mind go blurry.

"Geez, heh.. you're really going to enjoy breaking me in then," she replied, eager to play along and make Josh happy. "I'm going to panic every single time. I can say that I'll try to get used to it, but I don't really see how, heh. I need air! I'm a stupid girl, yes, and I'm your slave, but I'm also a person. With lungs! And a brain that kindaaa needs oxygen to work, hehe. I think I'll always panic and try to break free if I'm suffocating on this.. this monster cock.."

She took a moment to plant several loving kisses along the length of Josh's dick, as if just talking about his cock was enough to distract her dialogue.

"Hehe, my stupid brain just takes over when I need air. I can't help it. I'll struggle and try to sneak out of your grip, but it's not me doing that. It's my dumb girl brain that's freaking out. It just forgets how strong you are and thinks I have a chance of breaking free to get some fresh air.."

Josh laughed out at the idea. "Yeah right. When I'm balls deep in that delicious throat of yours, the fucking Avengers themselves couldn't get me out. You really think you have a chance? With those weak ass arms? You're probably the weakest girl I've ever facefucked. I mean, look at these things," Josh commented, reaching down to grab her right arm and shake it. "No other girl has ever taken a fresh breath of air unless I let it happen. They've never gotten free. Even if you did though, the fucking punishment you'd be facing.."

"Oh, yeah? What would you do? Facefuck me until I'm unconscious?" Emiru asked, testing Josh's threat. His regular treatment of her was already overtly brutal, so his threat rang somewhat empty.

Emi wasn't questioning his authority though. She just liked being a brat, and her new role as a slave wasn't going to bury that side of her entirely.

He stared back at her, noticing how her gaze didn't waver for even a moment. The two remained eye locked.

His lips finally cracked into a grin. "I like you. You're going to fit in well," he said, and Emiru fumbled with an immediate response. Her stomach fluttered with confused butterflies.

She half-expected to get slapped. Or to be bent over and spanked. Some kind of punishment surely. Something that would hurt. Something that would remind her of her place. What she didn't expect was.. words of affirmation.

"Er– thank you," Emiru replied oddly. "I mean.."

"You're thanking me for liking you? God, you're a moron."

Emiru stood up straight and punched at his abdomen playfully. "Shut up! You know what I meant!"

Josh took her blows without flinching but felt like reciprocating nonetheless. He abruptly hoisted Emiru over his shoulder, prompting giggly squeals to ring out, and he spun. He spun without mercy. With increasing speed, he twirled her around for several seconds before slowing down and putting her back on her feet.

Giggling the whole time from the dizzying play, Emiru stumbled a bit before responding, "Woo.. that was fun! Hehe, I.. I feel so tiny when you do that! Pick me up and manhandle me.."

"Bet you like that, huh? Being manhandled?" Josh asked, creeping his strong hand up to softly grip her neck, slowly increasing the pressure of his choke.

Emiru looked at him with a shy awkwardness that wasn't usual for her. "Yeah, and what– guh.. what if I do, huh?" she replied, remembering her usual insolence. "Maybe I do like being manhandled! Maybe I like being treated like a little.. fucking.. slut. So what?"

Her bark had no bite, of course, and they both knew that. Josh strengthened his grip around her tiny neck slowly, only threatening a real choke. A few seconds of grins and silence helped ease the fake tension.

They had a looming task at hand and enough time had been wasted. He

"Fuck, okay," Emiru began to say as Josh released her and she was able to survey the mess Josh created on the right side of her desk. He spared her PC thankfully. "What's the plan here?"

"The plan?" Josh asked dismissively as he moved to put on his shorts and take his seat in her gaming chair. "My job is done. You've got a plate full of my cum and a hungry cuck waiting. Get to work, slut."

Emiru bit her lip at his bullish authority. He simply expected her to fall into line and obey. As much as she loved playing the cumslut role, she was still very much in a committed, long-term relationship with a very jealous boyfriend who was sure to knock on her door if she stalled for even a minute longer. To say she was at a crossroads was an understatement.

As she approached her desk, it was obvious that a miracle would be needed to execute their evil plan. Mizkif's sandwich and chips were absolutely caked in ropes of thick cum.

"Joshhhh," Emiru whined as she stared at the plate. Nothing was left unscathed. Every chip, every inch of bread, every topping visible from aside; it was all coated in semen. "There's way too much cum, dude! There's no way this will work. How the hell am I supposed to bring this to him and expect him to eat it?"

Josh settled into her chair and began fiddling with her computer to turn it on. "That's not really my problem," he replied without even a glance in her direction. The monitors lit up and her lock screen appeared. "What's your password, slut?"

Emiru scoffed and smiled. "Yeah fucking right. You expect me to give it up that easily?"

Josh turned and raised his brows at her. "I mean, you gave up other things just as easily."

Emi's mouth dropped at his insult. "I was not fucking easy, asshole. I was a complete bitch to you for a while.. a few hours at least."

"Hah. Guess that's a slut's standard, huh? A few hours before turning into a cheating whore?"

She crossed her arms in defiance. "Whateverrrr! I don't regret anything. I like cheating. I love it, actually. I'm a fucking cheating whore and I'm proud of it!"

Josh laughed. "Look at you. Embracing your sluttines. I love it, but really, I do need this password. Now, I could get it out of you by force, if you'd rather go that route?"

She bit her lip and then shook away the thoughts of being spanked or choked into submission. "As fun as that sounds, we seriously don't have time. It's Bigtitties69420. With a capital B."

Josh shook his head. "No way. You are such a fucking loser, haha," he replied before typing the password in and confirming its legitimacy. "Wow."

"Oh, whatever. You wish you were as cool as me," Emi replied confidently, picking up her boyfriend's soiled plate and heading out into the hallway.

As she walked, she decidedly flipped over the top bread slice of Mizkif's sandwich, which immediately hid that section of cum. A grin followed shortly after, proud of her own on-the-spot thinking, but the chips were beyond saving. She'd just have to replace them.

Making a beeline towards the kitchen, Mizkif had been awaiting her arrival for almost twenty minutes, so she was noticed immediately.

"There you are," Miz called out from the sofa. "What the hell took you so long?"

"Uhh," Emiru hesitated. She was working frantically to get more chips and make Mizkif's plate look somewhat normal. Everything could fall apart right here if her boyfriend found out she was trying to feed him another man's cum. There's no telling how he would react to that absurdity. "Just making sure our guest is happy! Josh was extra hungry, so.. uh, he took your chips." And your girlfriend. "But I'm grabbing you some more!"

Mizkif shook his head in disbelief and annoyance. "Great. He can just help himself to anything he wants I guess!"

Emiru rolled her eyes as she opened a new bag of chips. "And? What's wrong with that? He's a guest! He should be able to make himself at home," she replied. Mizkif always let his jealous nature get the better of him. She quickly pushed the semen-covered chips off onto another bowl for her to snack on and replenished his plate with new, semen-free chips. "We have to make a good impression or else Pokimane's going to hear about it and if she thinks we were being rude to her guest, I'm going to fucking kill you, got it?"

Mizkif rolled his eyes. He had a decent friendship with Pokimane. Some controversies in his recent past worked to strain that friendship and many others among his streaming friends and acquaintances, but those had mostly been mended by now. Though, he knew he should probably do his best to stay in her good graces.

"Oh, relax," he replied. "Poki loves me."

"She tolerates you," Emiru quickly replied. "Nothing more, nothing less."

"We almost started a podcast together!"

Making her way to the sofa, Emi stopped by the largest window in the room and shut the blinds in an effort to reduce the lighting and conceal her boyfriend's tainted lunch. "It's way too bright in here," she mumbled discreetly before responding. "And where's that podcast now, huh?"

Taking the plate that Emiru offered him, he barely looked at it before quickly coming to his own defense. "Hey, that was not my fault," he began as he lifted the sandwich and took a bite. "A lot of shit went down that I had no control over, but of course, as usual, I'm the fucking one that gets blamed. I'm always the one that gets blamed! You have no idea what that's like, Emi. You've never been a victim in your entire life. But me? Hah! I do so much for this org. I work so hard and–"

Emiru sat down and held her breath as she watched her boyfriend munching on the cum-filled sandwich. She waited for him to spit it out and scream and confront her angrily, but an overreaction never came. He just continued rambling about how he was the victim. Baiting him into ranting about his hurt ego was accidentally a genius move on her part. Her anxiety dwindled a little after his second and third bite. She finally felt comfortable enough to enjoy her own cum-glazed chips.

"If you want to blame anyone, blame Maya. She just up and left without a word. Literally, in the middle of the night. When shit hit the fan and everyone on Twitter and Reddit was brigading us with bullshit accusations, we all got together and agreed on the next steps. Then we all went to sleep and she was gone by morning. She left all of us behind, and of course, that made everyone in OTK look guilty as hell," Miz vented about the two-year-old drama as he took another bite and then, after taking a moment to shake his head in frustration, finally looked down at his sandwich. "Jesus, Emi.."

There it was. He was about to figure it out. He was about to berate her and scream and..

"You sure loaded up on the mayo, huh?" Mizkif asked rhetorically as a glob of cum fell from his sandwich and onto the plate. He, of course, just figured it to be mayonnaise. Josh wasn't kidding when he said his cum was different. Miz quickly took another bite. "Tastes a bit off. Not in a bad way though. What'd you put in here?"

Josh's nut. Josh's fucking cum. You're eating another man's load, you fucking loser.

"Uhhh," Emiru stumbled instead. She wished she could be as confident as the voice inside her head. "It's mostly the same stuff.. just a different brand of mayo. It sounded yummy when I was scrolling on Instacart, so I got it. But uh.. you really like it?"

Emi couldn't deny the constant pangs of guilty pleasure that rang directly to her cunt as she watched her boyfriend eat obscene amounts of Josh's cum. His ejaculations always produced huge amounts of semen and there Miz was.. just eating it all.

Emi's pleasure was somewhat stifled by her peaking anxiety and fleeting guilt, but it was still there. What she was doing.. it was easily the most fucked up thing on her personal list of wrongdoings, but something about it felt way too good. She was almost drunk off of the illicit adrenaline.

"I mean, you know how I hate dry food. Tacos, sandwiches, burritos.. they always need some sauce for me to enjoy them, and whatever's in here kicks ass so yeah, this is probably the best sandwich you've ever made. But that's not saying much! Don't let that go to your head. Anyways, back to what I was saying–"

Emiru rubbed her thighs together as she tuned out the rest of his nonsense. He actually fucking liked it! Her boyfriend liked the sandwich that was absolutely filled to the brim with Josh's gooey sperm. She had to physically stop herself from moaning at the thought. It was so fucking wrong. How could something that fucked up make her feel good?

After rapidly scarfing down the rest of her chips and wiping her hands clean, Emiru snatched the blanket that was sitting idly next to her and covered herself, eager to watch her boyfriend of two years finish his food. With her lower half now covered, she was able to discreetly reach her right hand down and rub her aching pussy, sending powerful ripples of pleasure across her small body.

"And people call me a jackass all the time, but I don't see anyone calling her a jackass! Betraying your fucking friends, that's way more fucked up than anything I've ever done. But is anyone holding her accountable? No. Not even close. We have people in OTK begging to go to Alveus instead. It's a fucking joke–"

"Mhm, uh.. Miz, shut the fuck up and tell me more about the sandwich," Emiru cut him off, completely uninterested in his spiteful grudge from years prior.

Mizkif shook his head at the rapid topic change. "The.. the sandwich? Fucks that got to do with anything? Are you even listening to me, Emi?"

Emiru paused her discreet masturbating to avoid detection. Her cheeks were flushed and her large chest rose and fell noticeably. "Uh, yes, yes I'm listening, just.. what about the sandwich did you like? Like what specifically?"

She did her best to play off her absent-mindedness, but it was a piss poor attempt and she did not care. Her hand began caressing her quivering cunt once more and she slipped two fingers inside herself to escalate her approaching orgasm. All she wanted now was to hear her boyfriend talk about how much he liked eating Josh's cum.

"Okay, fucking weirdo," Miz replied dismissively before stuffing the last bit of his lunch into his mouth. "Arghff. It's a, ohm ohm, gulp, it's a good sandwich, yeah. I don't want your ego to inflate any larger than it already is, but it was fucking good. Delicious even."

"What specifically was.. delicious?" Emiru repeated almost angrily, increasing the momentum of her passionate fingers as they dove deeper into her sopping wet cunt. It was difficult to try to put on a straight face, but she hid it by looking off to the side or burying her face in her blanket at opportune moments.

"Geez, I don't know! You said the mayo was the only thing you added that was different, so I guess that's it."

"You liked the c–.. mayo?" Emi reiterated, almost calling it cum right in Mizkif's face.

"Yes, yes, jesus christ," he replied, rolling his eyes. "It's the best fucking mayo to ever exist. I'm obsessed with it! I want it every day, jesus! You made one good sandwich in the few years I've known you and you can't stop asking about it!"

"Uhhh, uh, ffffffuck," Emiru moaned as quietly as she could as she lowered her head and bit her blanket. "Do.. do you want me to keep making you sandwiches? Just like this one?"

Her brain was short circuiting, forcing her wicked imagination to delve into the darkest possible fantasy. She pictured herself getting broken and raped by Josh's fat cock daily, from the moment she woke up to the moment she passed out from exhaustion at night, and then she could feed her stupid boyfriend the aftermath: a steaming hot load of cum drained directly from Josh's massive balls. Or even multiple loads. Three or four maybe. Whatever Josh's cock erupted onto her face or into her cunt, she could collect it all and secretly feed it to Mizkif. Day in and day out, she could cheat on Mizkif and feed him another man's cum.

Emiru's legs quivered as she reached a powerful climax. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy as much of the ride as she could without revealing herself.

"Wait, you'd actually make me more sandwiches? Like every day?" the clueless boyfriend asked, excited about the prospect of a dutiful and attentive girlfriend.

The question overwhelmed her with another small climax that she had to endure just as much as she could enjoy. "Yup, every single day. I'll make these for you every day. Exactly like the one you just ate. I can mix it up too, if you want."

Nodding with pride, Miz caught himself. He was used to things biting him in the ass that seemed too good to be true. "But what's the catch? No way you just suddenly turned into a perfect, loving housewife. You get fucking mad even when I ask you to order something for me on Doordash."

Finally looking up at him and meeting his eyeline, Emiru smiled and said, "I'm just trying to help save our relationship! Someone has to put in some effort. And on your end, all you have to do is promise to lick your plate clean. I'm not going to be putting in all my hard work to make you food if you're not going to finish it."

Miz scoffed. "That's it? Pfft, that's easy. You've gotten soft, dude. You used to be better at negotiating."

"Mhm, I think maybe Josh is changing me a little bit," she replied honestly.

Miz didn't like that response. If Emi was becoming more submissive and subservient, he definitely didn't want Josh to be the cause of that.

"Anyways," Emiru continued as she pointed at Mizkif's plate, "you still haven't held up your side of the deal."

"What? There's nothing left," he replied. In reality, there were some leftover crumbs and several scattered globs of cum.

Emi bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together before responding. "I said.. I said you have to lick your plate clean. Lick! I want every last crumb on there gone!"

Mizkif rolled his eyes. "Ugh, holy shit. Fine."

Emiru took in the next few moments without rubbing her pussy. Not that she didn't want to. She was on fire and could have easily worked herself into another orgasm, but she wanted to save that for Josh and, more importantly, she wanted to imprint the image of Mizkif licking Josh's cum in her head. The hazy distraction of a heated masturbation session would affect that.

So she took it all in and watched as her boyfriend humiliated himself unknowingly. He looked so stupid in Emiru's eyes. The depravity of it all changed her. She could feel the change happening. She was becoming twisted. Cruel. More so than she was before. More than just laughing at dark humor or getting a rise out of her boyfriend's jealousy. She actually wanted to betray Mizkif over and over, every day and in as many ways as possible, humiliating him without his knowledge. As long as it hurt her boyfriend or made Josh's fat cock hard, she wanted to do it.

"There," he replied, holding up the spotless plate. "Happy?"

Emiru smiled from ear to ear. "Very."

"Okay, now that that's over with," Mizkif began to say. He then rambled on about their sleeping arrangement again and how he didn't want Josh in her room. Emi sighed and heard him out, knowing that he wouldn't let the topic go. With the foresight of post nut clarity, Emiru admitted that she might've gone overboard by suggesting that she'd be sleeping with Josh in the nude. She would, of course, be doing much more than just sleeping with him, and there was nothing Miz could do to change that, but there was no reason to convince her boyfriend to be okay with it.

She could simply lie instead.

"Fine, fine. I'll sleep in my room and Josh will sleep in the spare bedroom, okay? After he's done with his work! Which could be late at night," Emiru finally conceded.

Mizkif pumped his fist in the air at the victory. "Fucking thank you! Finally, common sense has entered the room. Jesus! I can't believe you ever thought you could get away with all of that."

Emiru rolled her eyes, annoyed at the thought of Miz having even a small victory. "Well, don't get too happy. Josh and I will still be on the second floor alone, so who knows what will happen? Maybe he'll find his way into my room at night? He is pretty big. If he forced himself on me, there's no way I could stop him.."

Mizkif chuckled nervously at her obvious, obvious joke. "Hah, yeah right. Rape is so funny, ha ha. Why don't you just stay the night in my room then?"

"Mhm, after you yelled at me for dying in WoW and then said all of that stuff you said earlier in the living room? You're not getting so much as a kiss anytime soon, buddy. I'd rather risk getting raped. And maybe it wouldn't even be rape, maybe I'd enjoy it.."

"I have never met anyone less funny than you, holy shit!" Mizkif sighed. He slumped back deflated but happy at the small victory nonetheless. "Whatever then. You just stay in your room alone then. I'm fine with that."

"Probably alone, yes," Emiru giggled.

Miz shook his head. "You're fucking annoying, dude. Oh, uh.. are you still coming to the guild meeting then? I know you said you weren't going to do another run.."

"And I'm not," Emi confirmed. Playing more World of Warcraft was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

"At least come to the meeting! You'll get to see everyone and you'll get to dress up! You love cosplaying."

Emiru rolled her eyes. "I'll ask Josh about it. I don't want him to be all alone here either."

"Oh my goddd," Miz groaned dramatically. "Half the reason I suggested it was to get you away from that fucker. Who gives a fuck what he wants? Doesn't he have a bunch of work to do anyway?"

Emiru's immediate instinct was to defend her owner. "Who gives a fuck what you want! He is our guest and right now, that makes him more important to me than you. Get that through your fucking skull. He. Is. More. Important. Than. You! If he tells me not to go so that he won't be bored and so I can entertain him, then I'm fucking staying."

"Yeah, and if he tells you to start doing jumping jacks in a wet t-shirt, would you do that too?"

His jealousy was showing itself once more, and Emiru couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand it before everything with Josh unfolded, so now that she belonged to another man, Mizkif's jealousy just seemed misplaced and pathetic.

"No, of course not," Emi replied, seemingly coddling Miz's insecurity. But she yanked it away right after. "I would first ask him how many jumping jacks he wanted me to do, and then I would do them. Wet t-shirt on or off, his choice."

Throwing his hands up in the air, Mizkif finally reached his breaking point. "Great! That's just great, Emiru! You know, you just love being one of the guys, don't you? You love making men happy. If your chat wants you to get all drunk on stream and act all bubbly and stupid, that's what you're going to do. If they ask you to do a headstand or a barrel roll so that they can look at your ass, you won't even hesitate. And you'll make sure your fucking thong is showing too. God, you just love showing off and giving every fucking guy exactly what they want."

"Oh my godddd! You know what? Yup, I do! I do love showing off!" Emiru barked back, unwilling to let Miz control her and win yet another one of their shouting matches. "Why do you think I do so many slutty cosplays all the time? I fucking love them. I love that guys look at me and stare, and I love that you get jealous over it, too. I love that part the most actually. Pissing you off and making other men happy, that's the fucking best."

"Aha! I knew it!" Miz yelled out and slammed his fist on the coffee table, finally getting some vindication for his years of jealousy. "I fucking knew it! You know your cosplays are slutty and you make them that way on purpose, don't you!"

"No, you fucking prick!" Emi shouted back. "I was just saying that to make you mad! Ughhh! You're saying dumb shit so why can't I? All you do is fucking push me away, you asshole! That's why you're losing me! I fucking hate you!"

"Well if I didn't have a slut for a girlfriend, I wouldn't have a reason to get mad!" Mizkif replied immediately, not even registering her 'losing me' comment. "Everyone gets to enjoy you and pretend you're their girlfriend and you fucking let them think that! Oh my god, thank you for the five gifted subs!" he continued, mocking her with an annoyingly feminine voice. "Thank you so much! I'm such a slut, I just love money from random men!"

Emiru became animated with her hands, grabbing her own hair in frustration. "Yup! I'm a fucking whore! Look at me, enjoying my fucking streaming job! What a slut, right?! Enjoying my fucking hobby of dressing up! What an absolute fucking whore! Ugh! You're so fucking annoying and I'm sick of it, Miz! I'm so sick of it and I'm sick of you getting away with it! Josh!!!"

Mizkif stopped himself there as his temper was interrupted by Emiru's sudden outcry.

A moment later, Emiru called out again. "Josh!!!"

A small sense of dread immediately filled Mizkif's body. Emi called out for Josh loud enough for him to hear, which entirely silenced their whole argument. "What the hell are you doing?" Mizkif replied, almost whispering.

"Josh!" Emiru called out once more.

"Fucking stop," Miz pleaded, unsure if he should be worried or not.

"No, you're a fucking asshole. So now.. I'm going to tell Josh to punch you in the fucking face," Emi replied, crossing her arms as she finally realized what kind of power she had. "And not just once. He's going to punch you over and over and over. Until you fucking learn to stop messing with me."

Fighting with Miz was always difficult because of the imbalanced dynamic, but her new owner finally put the advantage on her side. She just hadn't realized that power shift until now.

Miz scoffed and shook his head, letting his ego mask his fear. "Yeah right.. he wouldn't do that. You wouldn't ask him to do that! You're too much of a pussy."

Emiru paused. It was as if some evil lightswitch flipped in her brain. She tilted her head and looked at Mizkif blankly, staring right into his soul for a full five seconds. "Oh really? You don't think I would?"

He didn't respond right away. He knew that she would never do something that crazy, but a small flicker in her eyes told him that she wasn't bluffing. Emiru was beautiful, carrying an irresistibly attractive goth look that went along well with her quiet but tomboyish attitude. Miz loved that about her, but that same look he loved turned scarily similar to some sort of psychotic yandere from a gory anime. One where some super hot schoolgirl turned into a smiling murderer.

Miz choked up, unable to speak or say anything to his girlfriend.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked eerily, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

In that moment, a loud door slam could be heard and heavy footsteps followed soon after.

"Emi, don't do this," Mizkif whispered urgently, finding his voice out of desperation. "I was just.. I was kidding! We always argue like this. I act like a jackass and you act like a bitch. It doesn't mean anything! Please!"

She smirked at him. Watching him panic made her tingly with power. "Don't worry, Miz.. I won't let him go too far. I just want to see him stomp on your head a few times," Emi said nonchalantly, raising and slamming her foot down twice to foreshadow his impending beat down. "And then maybe this way, you'll think twice about arguing with me ever again."

An unsettling smirk remained on her face as Josh's large shadow engulfed their conversation. He was barefoot and shirtless, showing off his well-defined build and adding to his intimidating aura.

"The fuck's going on out here?" Josh bellowed out as he stood behind Emi's sofa, reaching down to grab her shoulders reassuringly. "You okay, little lady?"

That sent a rush through Emiru's whole body. Calling out for Josh was sort of a bluff on her end. Yes, he was her owner and dominated her in many ways, but nothing had proven that she could call out to him for support. Nothing had proven that he would show up for her in her time of need. She simply wanted to hurt Mizkif, and Josh seemed to jump at that chance whenever it presented itself, so she took the risk.

Emiru continued staring at Mizkif for a moment. He didn't speak a word. Her boyfriend was a pussy, and she knew it.

Emiru finally reached up to grab Josh's forearm. "Oh my god, there you are!" she called out, leaning into her role of damsel in distress. "Mizkif here was being so so so mean to me, and he hurt my feewings. Could you pwease show him some manners?"

Glancing over to Mizkif's panicked body language and realizing the dynamic at play, Josh smirked. "He was being mean to you, huh? Well, that just won't do. How mean would you say he was being?"

Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity. Emiru was breathless, filled to the brim with morbid anticipation and lust.

"Just.. don't hold back," was all she responded with.

And that was all Josh needed to hear. He stood up straight and stepped over the back of the sofa, crushing the below cushions and landing steadily before closing the distance between himself and Mizkif.

The panicked boyfriend recoiled as Josh got closer. He wasn't about to turn and run. His ego wouldn't allow him to, but it would've been his smartest option. "Hey! Just.. just fucking wait! Hold on," he began to ramble out, pleading his case. "You can't just fucking trust her outright! Don't you want hear my side–"

He was cut off as Josh's first punch landed. A powerful blow to the right side of his face. It sent Mizkif tumbling off the sofa, bouncing off the side of the coffee table and onto the ground. "Aghhh, fuck," he groaned out in pain.

"No, I don't want to hear your side, pussy," Josh spat back as he moved in to continue his assault.

Emiru jumped back at the initial impact. She knew Josh was stronger. Mizkif had wrestled as a teenager and had a pretty stocky build, but he was simply no match for Josh. He had almost a foot of height advantage with wide set shoulders and the body and legs of a gorilla.

Regardless, the way he manhandled her boyfriend still shocked her.

She was awestruck as Josh leaned down to grab Mizkif by the collar of his shirt. He proceeded to rain down brutal punches, one after the next, as Miz did his best to defend himself. Emiru bit her lip as she watched the beatdown she had orchestrated.

It was fucked up beyond imagination. Joshua, the man she was cheating on her boyfriend with, pummeled that same boyfriend right in front of her, at her request, aggressively and relentlessly as he whined and cowered like a little kid, and she was enjoying it. Fuck, she was loving it.

Josh lifted him up into the air by his shirt and tossed him across the room, sending him sliding on the hardwood floor. He crashed into a bookcase and a lamp before Josh reached him yet again. He cleared the debris off the bruised boyfriend and pounced on him to continue his onslaught, holding his defensive hands away with one hand and delivering his punches with the other.