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."