On KatzeNo matter how many times Riki told himself this, he couldn’t help but get worked up as soon as he opened his mouth. It was times like these he was envious of Katze's iron composure, an incarnation of rationality and self-control.


"AnK."

"I'm telling you to be more aware of your situation."
"Aware of what? I’m perfectly well aware that I am his fucking pet..."
"No, Riki. I am saying that you are the one who's dragged a Blondy, a man who's the very incarnation of pride, down to the level of a mere sexaroid."
As if Katze had slapped him across the face, Riki’s eyes opened wide.
"For Iason to bed you is exactly that. One of the most powerful men in Tanagura lusting after a lowly slum mongrel. Have you ever wondered what that means?"
At that moment, Riki felt a stabbing pain in his temples.
Iason... lusting after me?
Riki had never thought about it.
Because for Riki, sex with Iason was never a matter of choice. Iason was the absolute ruler, and Riki was nothing but a pet who couldn’t even assert his basic rights.
"For a Blondy, this is the ultimate disgrace!" Katze asserted.
Hearing Katze—whose relationship with Iason was much deeper than his own—say this, Riki was lost for words.
"Still, Iason knows this and chooses to keep you. And on top of that, grants you this unprecedented level of freedom. I want you to be aware of just how much risk Iason is assuming for your sake."
And with that, Katze turned back to his desk and got back to work, as if nothing had happened.
Iason, assuming a risk? For my sake?
It felt to Riki like someone had punched him and then roundhouse-kicked him in the back of the head.
Up until now, Riki thought of himself as someone whose life was taken over by Iason who then forcibly
twisted it out of shape. Some part of the blame certainly fell on Riki, but he had never volunteered to become a pet.
So when Katze said Riki was responsible for dragging Iason to the level of a sexaroid, he was completely taken aback.
What did he mean, Iason feeling lust? Iason... assuming a risk?
Riki’s face slowly drained of color as he mulled these words that were thrust right in his face.



"AnK."



I feel, like this is either a mistranslation, or a somewhat misdirected point of view on Katze`s part. Iason is hardly doing what he does FOR Riki. Because of him, yes. But not FOR him. That he chooses to hurt himself in the process is a choice of what`s better for Iason himself. Riki is still very much an object of the infatuation, not a person with feelings, interests and a free will. Let`s hope, that Katze is just pointing out, how much Iason sacrifices to keep Riki by his side, which is unusual and damaging as hell, and if Iason is still doing it, then Riki must be truly important and needed.

When he was castrated as furniture and lost what he was supposed to be, something irreparably broke in Katze. That was an undeniable fact. Because he had lost his reproductive function as a male, Katze assumed that it was a given that, as furniture, he would not have any interest in sex.



"AnK."

With deliberate intent, as if flipping a switch, Iason blinked slowly. As if on cue, the bluish-purple hair trimmed to the shoulders stretched all the way to his waist, and was replaced by a magnificent blonde mane. The Bison members were stunned in shock.



"Ank."

Memories don’t lie. Even after death, so long as there was no physical damage to the brain, they could be retrieved and reconstructed by using the memory playback device. But there were limits; the mind could delude itself. Unwanted memories could become muddled. Kirie was an example of that. Of what it meant to be wild, and have no imprinting or control. For Iason to make Riki disclose the truth without resorting to chemical interrogation was not because Iason was a skilled interrogator. Rather, Raoul sensed the presence of a bond that transcended the boundaries of a simple "master-pet" relationship.

"If I said that I... that I loved Riki, would you laugh?"

It was a joke that no one could laugh at. The forbidden word that dared tarnish the very dignity of what it meant to be a Blondy. As if those words, which seemed to have been uttered only to unnerve him, suddenly came back to Raoul, he was overcome with an indescribable feeling. Orphe and Aisha must have had similar thoughts of their own, they just didn’t say them out loud.



"AnK."

His naked ego, his unyielding love, and his lust that
no reason could comprehend -- they intermingled, warped,
and clashed.
Well aware of this, Iason had resorted to using Muir.
He wondered if, on the brink of the abyss, Riki and
him could share something and unite in a fulfilling
moment, without talking or thinking.
Knowing it was likely futile.
In the end, Iason could only mock himself for being
in a situation in which he had no choice but to dominate
Riki in order to connect with him.


"AnK."



It`s interesting, how their perception changes in stages. That night in Ceres, Iason tastes mutuality for the first time. Being wanted back. Being told so. For the first time, he experiences a shadow of what it feels like, to be loved back by the one you love. And he is ensnared by the feeling. Hooked. In Apathia, he even resorts to using an aphrodisiac on Riki in secret, in order to provoke a repeat of the experience.

Iason didn't usually use alcohol, drugs, or anything of the sort when having sex with Riki. He was confident he could make Riki cry out in pleasure with his skills alone.
But, on rare occasions, for reasons he didn't quite understand, he was driven by irrepressible urges.

To throw his Blondy pride to the winds, take on the guise of a top-class sexaroid and rape Riki, the inside of his brain pounded sharply with such dark, ominous desires.
The more obsessive his irredeemable attachment towards Riki grew, the more extreme the lust surged up within him.
Lust for Riki's body obscenely writhing, and envy towards Riki's flesh and blood.
He, a Blondy in possession of a mesmerizing, immortal body, envious of an ephemeral species condemned to mortality?
Was it so?
Even if he perceived these so-called emotions, stimulating the synapses in his brain, no matter how many times they superimposed upon his body, Iason
couldn't feel or even share the ecstasy, that Riki experienced.



"AnK."

And since Iason forbade Riki from pleasuring himself, Iason considered doing himself the necessary task of
regularly draining that which had accumulated. To do so was essential for lewd pets. It was more for that sake,
rather than having penetrative intercourse with Riki, to wring Riki's seminal vesicles dry. Naturally, two or three
times did not suffice. Even when Riki was empty to the point of pain,
"I've got nothing left."
No matter how much he begged, Iason kept going.
"No."
It was no use turning away.
"Spare me already."
Even if he twisted his hips to try to escape, Iason pulled Riki back and pinned him down by brute force.
His body, throbbing to the core. It was no mere figure of speech. Iason rode him deep and hard, violating Riki's
innermost parts.



"Ai no Kusabi."


Bwa-ha-haaa! "Naturally", ahah! It is "naturally" a complete necessity to fuck him beyond all reason and logic, every time.
Totally for the sake of the worthy cause of keeping a pet sated. Only that. Nothing else. Nothing along the lines of "I wonna crawl inside him and stay there forever", no.
Nothing, like "I crave to be the center of his undivided attention, and that craving knows no end", or "I`ve grown addicted to being one with him, and I`m unable to stop".

Iason had zero interest in pets. That was why Katze couldn't help but being truly surprised and feeling a kind of unease at Iason's strange obsession towards Riki.



"Ai no Kusabi."

He'd been a fool to believe that returning to the slums meant he could just start over.

The sensations Iason had stoked in him coursed along his limbs and warmly mounted his spine, penetrating the depths of his brain. Logic and reason were useless. Excuses didn't matter. And each stimulation left him fiercely wanting more.

That frightening and avaricious creature had made itself at home inside him. After this, every time Iason held him, it would unleash those cries of joy. It would eventually devour his consciousness and swallow him entirely.

Momentarily consumed by the loathing he felt toward such a vision, Riki tightened his expression. Idiot. What are you thinking? But the realization that he couldn't bring himself to deny these thoughts shook him to the core.



"Ai no Kusabi."