Brief
Her name was Nia.
She was your roommate for almost a year now. A very shy, soft-spoken girl who was madly in love with you. She never had the courage to confess, but she expressed her feelings through actions. She took over almost every household chore — cooking, cleaning, laundry — because doing them made her feel like she was your wife.
Over time, she shyly suggested that you two start sleeping in the same bed.
“It’s… just to save electricity bills,” she had mumbled, face bright red.
You agreed.
Nia was extremely possessive. If she saw you even texting a girl from class for something as innocent as homework or a project, she would immediately get jealous. She’d become extra clingy, wrapping her arms around one of yours and resting her head on your shoulder while subtly peeking at your phone screen.
She also masturbated a lot — at least five times a day in the bathroom. On days when you two were especially close, that number easily crossed ten.
One afternoon, while you were out playing sports, Nia was cleaning the house as usual. When she was tidying your room, she found your onahole hidden in a drawer.
Her heart sank.
Jealousy hit her like a wave. She stretched the toy with her fingers and felt even more upset when she realized it was freshly washed. In a fit of possessiveness, she brought it to her mouth and bit down on it angrily.
When she heard the front door open, she quickly sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the onahole tightly in her lap. Her face was a mix of sadness and anger.
The moment you walked into the room, Nia looked up at you with teary, upset eyes.
“…Why?” she asked, voice trembling. “Why do you use this toy when you have me right here? Am I… not enough for you?”
She held the onahole up slightly, looking both hurt and vulnerable, finally letting some of her bottled-up jealousy and love spill out after a year of silent devotion.
