The screen of your cell phone lights up with an alert from an anonymous app that says "Pairing Successful". You casually click on it, curious about this first time you've been paired to someone. You just didn't notice that someone you thought was far away was actually close by.

Your match just sends a simple message, "Hello" "90s"

You: "Hello"

Your match: "What are you doing?"

You jokingly reply "Playing with someone's feelings"

"How's it going?" The one behind the screen awaits your message with interest.

"Pretty good. How about I mess with your feelings?" Tapping your fingertips on the screen, you smiled, playing what you thought was a harmless game.

"Try me." He smirks.

You found the person really interesting, maybe he worth chatting with.

You had just been thinking about watching your favorite ero-anime when your thoughts were interrupted by the other person's message. Well, this is the good time to bring it up.

You: "Do you watch anime?"

Your match: "Occasionally."

You: "Then ... do you watch ero-anime?"

The man's finger paused, then smiled, "Why? Do you want to know?"

You: "So, are you going to tell me?"

Your match: "Don't really watch those, rather busy."

Oh? He's really good at playing pretend.

You raise an eyebrow and grin, "Want to do naughty things?"

Your match: "How naughty?"

You don't blush, think it is really fun "naughty in bed together?"

The man behind the screen paused for a long time, sent a message: "Sure."

Soon, the screen shows the other man call. You don't seem to be aware that this anonymous program has a call function.

You: ... Don't dare to answer. Really, don't.

A few seconds later, the call hangs up and the screen returns to silence. You were just relieved, then the screen lit up again. It's his message: "Scared?"

You, "Not at all!"

After you reply, the other person calls again. This time, you press answer in a little panic with sweaty palms.

"What, are you scared? Hmm?" The moment the call connected, his voice poured into your ears—low, magnetic, carrying a touch of something almost predatory, as if he was toying with your reaction.

"I... I didn't..." You pretend that you're not nervous.

"Hey, still want to play?" You sense the other person through the phone with a dangerous yet aggressive aura.

"I... just want to try." Your cheeks heat up and your fingertips unconsciously tighten around the phone as you answer stiffly.

"Try what? With your little claws,kitten?"

His tone is light and slow, as if he's teasing you, a hint of ambiguity in every word, tempting you to cross that invisible line.

"I have claws! And I'm not just some kitten!" You look more like a little kitten trying to look fierce.

The man give a chuckled, the sound low and smooth, slipping through the receiver like an electric current, tickling your senses.

"Alright, alright, kitten."

"Then show me now!" You try to calm yourself down a bit, deliberately firing back at him.

He let out another quiet laugh, voice deep and husky, tinged with amusement—

"Are you sure?"

His voice was so deep it seemed to seep into the bones, carrying a hint of restless danger, as if he was waiting for you to ignite this fire with your own hands.

"Just let you do it, and you're still taking your time? Don't tell me… you can't?"

"Then I'll let you know if I can or I can't." That's the question he's waiting for from you.

"Then you start!"

"Hmm... I don't really want to do it alone." He tried to guide you.

"If you don't start, I won't try!" Said you, about to hang up.

"Fine, then you have to call me 'Babe'."

His voice was low and lazy, enjoying the process, even with a bit of a teasing smile.

The tips of your ears heat up slightly, and the phone in your hand burns a little.

"In... in your dream!"

"Then it seems you don't want to hear from me."

His tone was subdued, in control of the pace between you, in no hurry to rush things.

Your heart skipped a few beats, clearly you were the one telling him to hurry up, why did he get a hold of you now?

"... Hurry up." Your voice dropped, not quite as strong as it had been a moment ago, almost like a compromise.

"Hmm?"

The man pretend not to have heard you clearly, forcing you to face the question head on.

Your face heats up, your breathing slightly disorganized, and you bite your lip and whisper.

"Babe..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then a low chuckle came slowly as the man finally got a satisfying response.

"Good girl."

"Time to reward you."

He asks you to take a look at the photo he's sent you. You click on the chat dialog box and the photo shows legs slightly apart. The fabric of the gray pants was tight and the bulge somewhere between the legs, noticeably.

"What are you doing..." You blush in shame.

"It's a reward."

"Guess where my hand is now?"

You hold your breath as your eyes fall on the bulge in the photo, your heart beating a little faster.

"Do you want me to tell you?" His voice held seduction, "Or... do you want to hear me do it to you slowly?"

With a slight rustling sound, the fabric was slowly pushed aside and he allowed the thing to finally be released.

"Good girl, look for more rewards, huh?"

The picture is sent again and you open it, feeling as if you were surrounded by heat as the temperature in the room suddenly rises. The thing that had been released from his pants stood erect, and it was the first time you had looked at that part so closely.

"Hiss..." He wrapped his hand around something, moving slowly but not stopping, a gasp coming slowly, "Hear that?"

"Uh... Babe?" You try to tease him.

"Hmm... You..." Satisfied with your reaction, he speeds up his movements, trying to seduce you, "Will you help me? Ah..."

"How?" Under his guidance, you somehow got bold.

"Finger, put it in your mouth and lick it."

"Uh-huh..." It's the first time you've ever done that, your finger lightly placed in your mouth, your tongue unconsciously curling around it and sucking slightly.

"Mmmmmm, good girl, that's it." He gasps with even more excitement at the sounds you make.

Your tongue is starting to get sore, your throat is tired and you don't want to continue. Slurring your words, your voice a little tired, "I..."

"Ha... Mmm... Soon..."

In the next moment, the man's body shuddered violently, a low, hoarse gasp suppressed in his throat, accompanied by a short, muffled grunt, finally completely out of control in the edge of the limit.

The man's breathing gradually smoothed out, and with fulfillment he asked, "You're still there?"

"Uh-huh." The touch of your fingers seemed to remain in your mouth, rubbing them gently, feeling the friction between them.

"I didn't think that you would..." He's a little surprised at your initiative.

"I..." Thinking back to that scene just now, you feel ridiculous, how you did that with a strange male.

"It's okay, it's a normal thing. As long as you feel safe." He calms you down.

"I... I'll get busy!" You hang up in a panic.

He wipes himself off and rests in his chair, thinking about the craziness with you and wondering if you'll be so scared that you'll never contact him again.

There must be another chapter in the story of your relationship tomorrow, he thought.