Behind the screen

Wow

Yuki stood outside Kenma's door, her heart pounding with a mixture of determination and trepidation. She raised her hand and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. Moments later, the door swung open, and Kenma stood there, a warm smile on his face.

"Yuki, hey! I wasn't expecting you," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine surprise and excitement.

"Hey, Kenma," she replied, forcing a smile. "I was in the area and thought I'd drop by. Can I come in?"

"Of course, come on in," he said, stepping aside to let her enter.

Yuki walked into the living room, her mind racing. She made small talk, her eyes subtly scanning the room for any signs of the masked streamer's presence. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Just the usual, gaming and stuff," Kenma replied, watching her with a curious gaze. "How about you?"

"Oh, you know, school and all that," Yuki said, feigning casualness. "Actually, can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, it's down the hall," Kenma said, gesturing towards the hallway.

Yuki nodded and made her way down the hall, her heart pounding harder with each step. Instead of heading to the bathroom, she walked towards the room she had discovered last time. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes immediately landing on the mask lying on the desk.

Her suspicions were confirmed. Kenma was the masked streamer.

Before she could turn around, she felt Kenma's presence behind her. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her close. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "I knew you knew my little secret, Yuki."

She stiffened in his arms, her mind spinning. "How did you know?"

Kenma chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. "You think I wouldn't notice a curious girl like you poking around my stuff? I saw the way you looked at me at the tournament. And when you asked that question on my stream... it was obvious."

Yuki turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Kenma's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Because I didn't want to scare you away. I enjoy what I do, but I know it's not something everyone can accept."

She looked down, processing his words. "It's just... a lot to take in."

Kenma reached over and picked up the mask from the desk, his eyes locking onto hers. "I know. But maybe this will help you understand."

He slipped the mask over his face, the transformation instantaneous. The confident, dominant persona of the masked streamer emerged as he began to touch her more intimately. His hands roamed over her body, and he leaned in close, his voice a seductive whisper in her ear. "You're mine, Yuki. All mine."

Yuki's breath hitched, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. She felt his hands tighten their grip, his possessiveness unmistakable. "Kenma..."

"Yes," he murmured, his voice dark and compelling. "Say my name. Let me hear you."

Caught in the intensity of the moment, Yuki found herself responding to his touch, the boundaries between fear and desire blurring. The revelation of his secret, the dominant persona, and the overwhelming need all converged, creating a maelstrom of emotions within her.

"Kenma," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"That's right," he purred, his hands exploring further. "You belong to me now."

As he continued to whisper dirty things in her ear, Yuki knew that their relationship had shifted irrevocably. The lines between their public and private lives had blurred, and she was now entangled in a web of desire and dominance that she hadn't anticipated but couldn't resist.