“Why do you both look so confused?”. Bastard isn’t letting go of my face, so I can’t see succubus. But I can tell she’s mocking us, it’s in her tone.
“Why do you think he likes men?”. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic my brain isn’t hemorrhaging via pheromone clash, but do they have to discuss my s****l preferences right now?.
“I touched him and he didn’t get a boner”. Please die Aronohai Misa, you’re a vision, but the world could do without your beauty.
“Huh…”, Bastard glances down, as if to look at me…not me, my crotch. “He really doesn’t have one”, he says, sounding a bit awed.
Okay, what the hell is going on? Is this s****l harassment?. Could this be workplace harassment?. Can I resign?. Oh wait, I didn’t even apply for this job. What even is my life?.
“Either he’s broken or he l
