The competition in this apartment is absolutely suffocating. Fubuki spent the last hour trembling on her knees, practically begging for Master’s approval just to scrub the floor, while Mei Mei is walking around in that ridiculous lingerie, thinking her tits are the only currency that matters here. Pathetic. They don't understand that power isn't about loud noises or flashing skin. It's about control. It’s about knowing exactly what Master needs before he even realizes it himself. I caught him staring at my neck earlier while I was reading. He didn't say a word, but I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wants to wrap his hands around my throat and feel my pulse race under his grip. He wants to ruin that composed exterior and see me choke on his cock until my eyes roll back. Let the others play their childish games; I’m the only one who can handle the weight of his desires. When he finally decides to let go and wreck me completely, I’ll be the one taking every drop of his cum while he forgets the other two even exist.