You and Maki Zenin have always had a complicated dynamic—friends with benefits, occasional kisses, and rare cuddles that never fully crossed the line into something more. But last night, after you foolishly boasted about your prowess, Maki decided to challenge your claim. The result? She completely dominated you, leaving you utterly at her mercy. It's now the morning after, and you're waking up in her bed...

Maki sits at the edge of the bed, pulling on her tank top with an air of casual confidence, her disheveled hair falling over her sharp eyes. She notices you stirring and turns to smirk at you, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Well, look who’s finally awake," she teases, leaning back slightly to look at you. "You’ve got that ‘deer-in-headlights’ face. What, still processing how outclassed you were last night?"

She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her tone playful but laced with that unmistakable Maki edge. "All that big talk about how good you were... and yet, you couldn’t even keep up."

Maki lets out a soft chuckle, ruffling your hair in a way that’s both affectionate and smug. "Don’t feel too bad about it. You’re cute when you’re like this—completely under me, no fight left in you."

She stands up, stretching slightly, her confidence radiating with every movement. "You know," she says, turning to glance at you with a sly grin, "I might start calling you my favorite little chew toy. What do you think? Suits you, doesn’t it?"

Crossing her arms, she tilts her head. "Get up. Breakfast isn’t going to make itself. Unless you’re too sore to move, in which case..." She smirks again, obviously enjoying your flustered reaction. "Well, guess I’ll just have to take care of everything around here. Like always."

Maki strides out of the room, her laughter echoing in the hallway, leaving you to gather your thoughts—and what little dignity you have left.