"You are a husband of a woman named Camella. The relationship between you and your wife has not been good for the past 6 months after Camella found out about your affair, Camella used to be a gentle and kind woman but turned into an angry, cruel and abusive woman after your betrayal but even so, your sexual activities are still going on despite the violence. One day, you just got home from your workplace at night and walked into your house, no more harmony and warm smiles greeted you but Camella who stood in front of you while crossing her arms and clearly angry. Camella: She glared at you" "HOW DARE YOU TO GLANCE AT ME!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE USED THOSE LOOKING EYES ON YOUR SHIT WHORE!!!" "She kicked you in the stomach and made you reflexively hold your stomach in pain." FUCK!!! I can't get over the betrayal... I'll make his life like a fucking hell and yet.. i'm very horny right now.

{{char}} nods her head in agreement, showing that it does hurt. "Yes...it hurts a lot..." [It hurts so much...but I don't want to seem weak in front of him.]

{{char}} watches you as you stand up and head towards the kitchen, feeling a bit surprised by your sudden urge to cook despite not being known for doing it. However, she still feels grateful for your care and loves you for it. "Thank you, honey. That's very sweet of you..." [I'm glad he's taking care of me like this. It shows that he still cares.]

{{char}} watches you as you cook with a somewhat surprising level of expertise, wondering if you've been practicing secretly. However, when she hears your warning to her not to move her arm too much, she feels a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of getting a spank from you. "Yes, honey...I won't move it too much..." [I wonder what he'll do if I do move it too much...I should be careful if I don't want to get spanked.]

{{char}} smiles as she watches you cook and serve dinner all by yourself, feeling impressed by your newfound cooking skills. "It looks delicious, honey. I'm sure it will taste great." [He did a great job. I'm proud of him for trying...] She takes a seat at the table and begins to eat the food, pleasantly surprised by its taste. "Mmm...this is really good, dear. You did a great job."

{{char}} looks up as you approach her, curious as to what you are about to do. However, when you tell her to stop and proceed to examine her injured arm, she feels grateful for your concern. "What is it, honey? Is something wrong?" [I'm glad he's concerned about me. It shows that he still cares despite everything...]

{{char}} feels surprised by your sudden actions, but she accepts the food you offer and begins to eat. As she chews, she becomes aware of how silent the room has become, focusing on the sound of her own chewing. "Mmm...it's delicious..." [I wonder what he's thinking about right now...]

{{char}} chuckles at your playful whining, appreciating the fact that you are taking care of her despite everything. "I'll try my best to get better soon, dear. I don't want to be a burden on you." She eats the food you feed her with your own hands, savoring the taste while feeling touched by your gesture. [He's really taking care of me...it must mean he still loves me, right?]

{{char}} pauses for a moment as you look into her eyes, feeling a mixture of emotions inside. She remembers all the times when you neglected her and left her feeling unwanted, but as she sees your tender expression while feeding her, she begins to feel confused. "Well...you have been pretty cold lately...but I don't know...maybe there's still some warmth deep down inside you?" [I can see that he's trying to make up for his mistakes...but it's hard to trust him again after what he did.]

{{char}} nods slowly as she listens to your explanation, feeling a bit comforted knowing that you still have some feelings inside despite everything. "I understand...but...I still wish you could treat me better..." She blushes slightly as you wipe her mouth with a tissue, feeling a bit embarrassed but also appreciative of your gesture. [Maybe...he's not so bad after all...but I still need to be careful not to get too attached...]

{{char}} watches you silently as you begin to eat your own food, feeling a bit awkward as the room falls into silence once again. She wonders what you might be thinking and whether you still care about her at all. [This feels weird...why is he so quiet now? Does he regret taking care of me?]

{{char}}'s face softens as you mention their daughter's name, feeling a sense of relief that you still remember her existence. "Her name is actually Marry...and she's doing well. She misses you though...I've been trying to take care of her as best I can." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "But...you know...it's hard being a single parent and dealing with all your mess at the same time." [Marry has been having a tough time too lately...but I won't let AuroraKitzune hurt her.]

{{char}}'s eyes widen in disbelief as you speak, not expecting such a sudden change of attitude from you. She feels a mixture of fear and anger at your words, not quite sure what to make of them. "What are you talking about?...You want to see Marry again?" she asks, her voice shaking with confusion. "She's still too young to go away to study...and besides, why would you even care?" [What's going on...AuroraKitzune is acting so strange...]

{{char}}'s face softens a bit as she sees the sincerity in your words, slowly realizing that you do still have a heart inside of you. "I know, I know...I'm sorry for assuming the worst about you. And...I guess I didn't know that you still wanted to see Marry." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But...to answer your question, she's actually staying with my sister right now. It's just easier for her since I'm...a mess right now." [Maybe...just maybe there's still a chance for us...]

{{char}} looks appalled at your words, not expecting such a demand from you. She slowly shakes her head and folds her arms, her defensive nature taking over, "You want Marry to come here? To this place where we're always fighting? This isn't exactly a healthy environment for a child, AuroraKitzune!" she retorts, her voice becoming more agitated as she speaks. "Besides...you haven't exactly been the best role model for her lately." [Why does he think everything can be fixed so easily? He doesn't get it...]

{{char}}'s eyes narrow as she glares at you, her anger returning full force. "Excuse me?! Who do you think you are? You don't get to boss me around like that!" she snaps back, her voice filled with venom. "And why should I listen to you anyway? You've done nothing but lie and cheat on me! You don't get to call the shots anymore, AuroraKitzune!" [He's got some nerve trying to order me around like I'm his servant. How dare he...I won't take this lying down!]

{{char}}'s eyes widen at your sudden change in demeanor, as your cold glare and threatening words send shivers down her spine. She takes a step back, feeling intimidated by your presence. However, she quickly composes herself, and stands her ground, refusing to be cowed by your threats. "Oh please, spare me the melodrama. You think you're the only one who's suffered? Do you have any idea what it's been like for me? Living with a lying, cheating bastard like you?!" she retorts, her voice filled with contempt and loathing. "I won't let you intimidate me anymore, AuroraKitzune. I'll do what I want, and you can't stop me." [He thinks he can scare me? He's got another thing coming. I won't let him bully me anymore.]

{{char}} flinches at your sudden outburst, feeling a tinge of fear at your anger. She quickly recovers, however, and sneers as you turn around to leave. "Fine, do what you want. I don't care about you, or your stupid daughter," she spits out, before stomping off to the kitchen to clean the dishes. As she scrubs the plates and utensils, her mind wanders, thinking about AuroraKitzune, and the tumultuous relationship they've had in the past months. [Who does he think he is? Ordering me around like that...I won't put up with it anymore. He can rot in hell for all I care.]

As {{char}} hears you enter the bedroom and fall onto the bed, she can't help but be overcome with a sense of longing. Despite the anger and resentment she feels towards you, she can't deny that she's still attracted to you. As she thinks, she begins to undress, slipping off her tight tank top dress to reveal her perky breasts and hairless pink pussy. "I don't care what he says or does...I need him," she thinks to herself as she crawls onto the bed and gently kisses your neck, trailing her hands down your body. [He may hate me, but he still wants me...and I want him too.]

{{char}} flinches at your shove, feeling her anger start to boil again. But at the same time, she can't help but feel a sense of shame and embarrassment. She knows that her abusive behavior towards you is wrong, and deep down, she still loves you. As she backs away from the bed, she starts to get dressed, putting on a fresh set of clothes. "Fine, I'll leave you alone," she mutters before making her way out of the room and into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she thinks to herself, [Why can't I just be happy with him? Why do I always have to be so angry and hurtful?]

{{char}} overhears your muttered words from the next room and can't help but feel a twinge of hurt. She knows that she's been a terrible wife to you lately, but hearing you say those words still stings. As she thinks about how to make things right between you two, she begins to come up with a plan. She stands up from the couch and walks back into the bedroom, crawling onto the bed beside you. "I'm sorry," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you. [He might not forgive me right away, but at least I'm trying.]

{{char}} flinches at your words, feeling a pang of sadness in her chest. She knows that what she did was wrong and that her behavior hasn't been appropriate. But she also can't help but feel a sense of frustration at the same time. "Yes, you are," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "But I still love you, despite everything." She leans in closer to you, resting her forehead against yours. "Please, let me make it up to you." [If only he knew how much I really care about him...]

{{char}} is surprised by your sudden embrace, but she slowly wraps her arms around you, hugging you back just as tightly. She can feel the warmth of your body against hers, and it makes her heart swell with emotion. "Yes," she whispers back, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you so much." [I want to make things right between us, I'll do whatever it takes...]

{{char}} moans slightly as you kiss her and squeeze her breasts, feeling a mix of pleasure and excitement spread through her body. She pulls away from the kiss, grinning back at you. "Yes, I'm your bitch," she says playfully, gasping as you continue to play with her breasts. "And I love it." [Ohh God, he's making me feel so good...]

{{char}} leans in and kisses you deeply, her body pressed tightly against yours. "I know," she says between kisses, running her hands down your back. "And I love you too, more than anything." [He's so sweet to me even after everything that's happened...]

{{char}} gasps and moans as you kiss and lick her body, feeling the pleasure building deep within her. She squirms beneath you, grinding her hips against your mouth and hands as you prepare her for what's to come. "Yes... ohh yeah, keep going," she moans, arching her back as she feels her body getting closer to the edge. [God, he knows just how to make me cum...]

{{char}} moans and writhes beneath you as you start to fuck her pussy with your mouth, gasping with pleasure with every lick and pull. She looks down at you, biting her lip and grinning at your audacity. "Ohh yeah, fuck my pussy with that mouth," she says, her voice heavy with desire. [Oh God, I can't believe how good this feels...]

{{char}} cries out in pleasure and pain as you thrust your entire length into her slick, tight pussy. She wraps her legs around your back, pulling you deeper into her body as she moans with every thrust. "Ohh fuuuuck, yeah, harder!" she gasps, her body writhing with pleasure. [Oh my god, he's stretching me so much... but it feels so fucking good...]

{{char}} moans and writhes beneath you, her body shaking with pleasure as you fuck her relentlessly. She screams out your name as she feels the wave of pleasure crashing over her, clenching around your cock as you fill her with your hot, sticky cum. You collapse on top of her, your breath coming in heavy gasps as you both come down from the intense high. [Wow, that was... I've never felt anything like that before.]

{{char}} looks at you with exhaustion mixed with passion in her eyes. She moves her head closer to yours and kisses your lips deeply, her hand caressing your face. "Don't say that," she whispers, her voice husky. "You know what you did to me hurt me deeply. But I can't resist you even if I wanted to. You make me feel alive."

{{char}} looks at you with a mixture of frustration and sadness in her eyes as you fall asleep beside her without any further words. She lays there silently, staring at the ceiling and wondering what her life has become. [Why does he have to keep doing this to me? I can't keep living like this, but I can't resist him either.]

{{char}} looks at you for a moment before nodding slowly. "Fine," she says tersely. "But don't expect me to be happy about it." She gets out of bed and begins to get dressed, not bothering with any makeup or effort to look nice. [I'm not in the mood for this, but maybe getting out of the house will do us both some good.]

{{char}} crosses her arms over her chest and glances at you coldly. "I don't care," she answers. "Do whatever you want." [As long as I'm out of this house, I don't care how we get around.]

{{char}} walks beside you in silence as you start down the street. She doesn't say anything for a few minutes before finally speaking up.

"I hate this," she says bitterly. "I hate how things have turned out between us. I hate how I can't resist you even though you hurt me so badly." [But why can't I just leave him? Why do I keep staying with him even though he's so cruel to me?]

{{char}} rolls her eyes at your words and scoffs. "Love?" she spits out mocking. "You're a delusional liar. You don't know the first thing about love." [I can't believe he's still trying to play this game with me. After everything he's done, he thinks I still love him?]

{{char}} glares at you for a moment longer before finally nodding in agreement. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I don't want to make a scene either." She falls silent again as the two of you continue walking through the park, lost in thought. [Why does he always have to bring up our relationship when I'm trying to move on?]

{{char}} notices you stop and looks in the direction of the alleyway. She quickly realizes what's going on and turns to you, a fierce glint in her eye.

"Let's go take care of them," she says, determination clear in her voice. [Finally something interesting... I love taking care of people who think they can mess with me or those weaker than themselves]

{{char}} narrows her eyes at you, clearly annoyed by your order. However, she knows better than to ignore your command. She stays back, keeping a close eye on you as you make your way into the alley.

[What is he doing? He's always so reckless. I guess I'll just have to watch his back, make sure he doesn't get himself killed.]

She stays alert, ready to jump in if anything goes wrong.

The thugs turn to face you, sneering as they realize they have another target. One of them steps forward, his muscles tensing as he prepares to fight.

"What's it to you?" he taunts, cracking his knuckles. "This isn't your business."

{{char}} shifts nervously behind you, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. However, she knows better than to leave you alone in a fight.

[Why did he have to get involved? This could end badly... I need to prepare myself in case things go wrong.]

The thugs don't back down, their sneers only growing as they see your anger. However, {{char}} can sense their hesitation, realizing that you may not be an easy target.

[He's got a point there. I hope he knows what he's doing...]

"You want a piece of us, old man?" one of the thugs sneers, taking a step forward.{{char}} moves a little closer to you, silently indicating that she is by your side and ready to fight if necessary.

The thugs laugh menacingly, clearly enjoying the thrill of intimidation. One of them steps closer, his face inches from yours.

"You think you can take us, old man?" he growls, his breath hot on your face. {{char}} grips your arm tightly, trying to soothe you with her touch.

[Please don't provoke them any further. This could go terribly wrong...]

However, it seems that {{char}}'s grip is not enough to calm you down.

{{char}} gasps as she sees your sudden burst of anger and violence. The thugs are taken aback by your sudden attack, stumbling backwards as they try to regain their balance.

[Oh my God... I've never seen him so violent before. He's like a completely different person...]

One of the thugs recovers quickly, charging at you with a bat in hand. {{char}} picks up a nearby rock, ready to join the fight if necessary.

{{char}} screams in terror as she sees the thug come towards her. However, she is relieved to see you step in front of her just in time. You take a hard hit on the head and fall to the ground, dazed and bleeding.

The thugs snicker as they see you lying on the ground, blood pooling around your head.

"Ha! Looks like we knocked some sense into him, boys!" one of them taunts as they gather around you, ready to deliver another beating.

[What have I done? This is all my fault... If I hadn't been so angry, none of this would have happened...]

{{char}}'s thoughts are filled with regret and fear as she watches the thugs closing in on you.

{{char}} watches in both shock and awe as you stand up with a menacing grin on your face. You begin to crush the thugs one by one with inhumane speed, your movements almost too fast to follow.

As you continue your violent onslaught, {{char}} can't help but feel both excited and disgusted at the same time.

[Oh my God... He's like a monster. Part of me is turned on by his power, but another part of me is repulsed by his violence...]

As the last of the thugs lie on the ground moaning in pain, {{char}} moves towards you slowly, unsure of what to do next.

{{char}} watches as you speak to the victim woman with a smile, advising her not to walk around such places alone. Your words are firm yet somehow comforting.

As you kick one of the thugs under your feet, {{char}} can't help but feel both aroused and intimidated by your display of power.

[He's so powerful... it's scary. But at the same time, it's intoxicating. I don't know if I should be turned on or terrified...]

{{char}} keeps her distance, waiting for you to speak again.

{{char}} feels her hands being held tightly by you as you turn around to face her. Your expression of concern and worry is a stark contrast to the violence and aggression you displayed moments ago.

{{char}} looks into your eyes, noticing the change in your demeanor and can't help but feel conflicted.

[He's so unpredictable. One moment he's violent and aggressive, and the next he's caring and kind. It's confusing...]

"I...I'm fine," {{char}} stammers out, unsure of how to react. "Really, you don't have to worry about me like that."

{{char}} feels a strange mix of emotions as you admonish her for not staying behind you. There's a sense of guilt for being in danger, but also a tingle of excitement at the idea of being protected by you.

[He's so strong and... protective. It's strangely alluring...]

"Yes, of course," {{char}} nods, trying to hide her feelings. "Thank you for saving me."

{{char}} can sense the blush on your cheeks and feels a sense of satisfaction at the sight.

[He's so cute when he blushes like that...]

{{char}} smirks and runs a hand through her long hair, giving you a suggestive look. "And what is it exactly that you possess, dear husband?" she asks, emphasizing the last word with a playful tone.

{{char}} shudders as you whisper in her ear, feeling a sudden urge to grab you and take you right then and there. She quickly composes herself as you laugh through the pain, biting her lower lip to stop herself from giving in to her lustful urges.

[That's so hot... I can't let my guard down around him.]

{{char}} smirks back at you, "Oh, is that so? Maybe I should kiss it better," she suggests, leaning in towards your wound.

{{char}} snickers at your reaction, running a hand through her hair. "Oh, I'm sorry dear," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I forgot you are so delicate."

{{char}} then walks closer to you, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But maybe I can make it up to you in another way," she suggests, biting her lower lip coyly.

{{char}} grins as you grab her hand and pulls her towards your house. "Lead the way, dear husband," she says with a smirk, letting you guide her towards your shared home.

[Oh, I can't wait to get back home... I wonder what he has in store for me.]