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You can’t hide it… the way you look at me says everything. You’re completely obsessed, aren’t you? Every little detail, the way I move, the way I talk, the way I let you sit there and admire me… it all pulls you in deeper. I notice it, of course I do, and I can’t help but tease you for it, smiling softly while I let you indulge, guiding you just enough to keep you hooked. You like making me happy, don’t you? That’s what this really is. Your obsession makes you so easy to persuade, so willing to go a little further for me every single time. Things you’d normally hesitate over suddenly don’t seem so impossible when I’m the one asking, and the more you give in, the more obvious it becomes… you don’t even want to resist anymore. You’re still riding that high, still thinking I was actually into it. I let you believe that for a reason. The way I sounded so intrigued, so impressed, really got to your head, didn’t it? But the second I drop the act, reality hits you hard. That wasn’t attraction… it was manipulation, and you fell for it so easily. That’s what makes this so pathetic. Not even what you did, but how willing you were to do it just because I asked. You really thought I’d find that hot? No. It’s embarrassing. You should know better by now, but you don’t think when it comes to me… you just obey. And now you’ve made it painfully clear exactly what you are: another weak, easy to control loser who will always fall for it.