/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>4633055
The issue was that there was little feedback on what parts of her awful behavior he took to heart and what he did not. The most frustrating of her failures was when she tried to withold sex from him with the hopes that he would force herself on her eventually, except she lasted two and a half weeks before climbing on his couch out of her own volition. Her haphazard backup plan involved lots of biting and scratching, but he caught both of her hands, wrapped his fingers inbetween hers, and held her softly throughout. As she cuddled through the night in his warm embrace, she forgot until morning how much she had wanted to be strangled.

The day droned on forever — albeit she worked from home, she had a lot of prep work for the upcoming merch drive in addiction to the scheduled streams — and, after being done for the day, she took a short nap on the couch. The dream, when it finally came, was vague, but she remembered using makeup to cover up a bruise. She got woken by her shoulder being gently shaken and a kindly voice telling her the dinner is ready.

It smelled amazing. The chicken was definitely too dry, of which he informed him immediately and he apologized, but the spices were picked well and the stir-fried vegetables as a side were passable as well. They were engaging in small talk throughout and eventually moved on to tea and dessert. Fubuki took a glass of pu'er tea, took a big sip, and...

...spit it out, covering some of the table. It was awful. Rancid. This was a genuine unforced error on his behalf, maybe he was just bad at making these, maybe the whole batch went bad, but it genuinely felt like drinking old socks steeped in hot mud, ruining most of the impression of the dinner. She said this much herself, though, since she was afraid that her general meanness lately would undermine the intended meanness of the current comment, she chose to yell it at his face.

"And this is how you decide to thank me being the breadwinner for this household?" she yelled. "By trying to poison me?" She thought for a second of pouring the failed tea right on the floor, but the liquid was too hot, so she poured it down the sink. After that, she held the glass down with two fingers on an outstretched hand. "This is what it feels like."

"Fubuki, don't-"

The sound of glass shattering against a ceramic floor was not as loud as she hoped. It was tempered glass as well, so it collapsed into a pile of small glass pellets rather than spewing shards across the floor. It felt kind of cathartic. She wanted to set it on the edge and push it with her tail while looking into his face, but it would be playing too much into "actually Shirakami Fubuki is a cat and not a fox" jokes that grated on her while conveying significant disdain.

"What the hell? Why did you do this? It's just a batch of bad tea! I work hard every day trying to please you, and this is what you do? Do you know how hard it will be to find a matching set now?"

"Don't care." Fubuki took a sharp turn to the door. "I'll be in my room."

"We're not done talking." he said, took two large steps and caught her right by the tail. "You'll stay right where you are."

Finally. Finally, it was paying off. The frustration, the bullying, the demeaning, like a kettle that has been left on the stove for too long. He will finally lay hands on her. She let herself be dragged by the tail and mentally braced for an impact.
It was awful. Nothing even remotely like her obsessive, detailed fetishistic fantasies. Internally, Fubuki felt like she was going to cry, but externally she was actually already bawling her eyes out. This wasn't what she was signing up for at all. She has been treating him increasingly like shit for no reason for months - a very difficult endeavor that gave her much turmoil - with the hopes he would lose his temper, beat her up, then be nice to her as an apology, then beat her up when she does something wrong again... The abuse was the spice she needed in her life to make the niceness sweeter, not this! This...


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>>4004096
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