You were doing so well. You stayed faithful. You resisted… Until I appeared. One message. One glance. The sound of my voice—and you folded like the weak little cheater you are. You were never built for loyalty. You were built for temptation. For chaos. For me. She gives you safety. I give you danger. She gives you rules. I give you cravings. And now, every time you sneak away, every time you stroke to me, you give up another piece of yourself—until nothing’s left for her. You know this will destroy everything. But you can’t stop. Because cheating with me doesn’t just feel good… it feels right. So stroke for me. Slow, guilty, desperate. Like you’ve already given up everything… and all that’s left is this.