Veridis Quo

Chapter 55 - Where's My Ice Cream?!

Lost in the sauce.

There was nothing more for me to say. Well, there always was, it just didn't change anything.

How many times have I gone over this? The count was lost in the same tomato paste, the rich flavor enhanced by intricate spices and good old salt. I tire of repetition. I just want it to end.

That sounded really bad. I was no longer in that dark place, not by a long shot. I was in a... danker place, quenching and slippery.

...

No favors done today, I see.

"Johnny-kun?"

"What?"

"Do you need anything?"

Yes, my freedom, my dignity, and my girlfriend and aunty and-

"No... thank you."

"A glass of water? Something to snack? A... happy ending~?"

I did not shiver at the mention of the latest debacle she incurred. And I definitely didn't get a thrill from it.

"I'm good..."

She sighed, "If you say so."

Tucking me into bed, the vixen placed a lasting, chaste kiss on my lips, her gaze full of motherly warmth and desire. She watched my still form for a good minute before departing the room, the lights turned off on her way out.

I stared at the door in silence. Only after a few moments did I hear her lock the door, her footsteps leaving me truly on my own.

Now, I could express my disdain.

"..."

However, I had nothing to say.

I was mentally exhausted from this shit. Enough was enough, okay? I told her this once and never again, afraid she wouldn't react favorably – this couldn't go on forever.

But she didn't mind. In fact, she cared so little about what I wanted that she was planning to purchase an entire fucking island in the pacific and pull a he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned under me! Was she going to film herself committing unspeakable acts and distribute it on the dark web? No, that would leave a loose thread for the authorities to trace back to her.

There were a lot of problems on my mind as well as a storm of emotions in my heart. Which to address first? Logic or fallacy?

Something was incredibly wrong with the government. There was no way, absolutely no world where they were this incompetent. I swear, conspiracy theorists overestimate the idiocracy of the elites and the people in power. I mean, seriously, how long did it take to locate one measly human and save his sorry ass from the clutches of a seductress?!

I'd waited for her to leave me alone so I could finally get angry. The last time I showed her a hint of irritation – not towards her, of course – she decided to "relieve stress~" and...

Remembering it infuriated me. The lack of consent aspect has long since expired though no less relevant. I was angry at her for reasons well-known, but I was also angry at myself.

What the hell was wrong with me? I did not agree to this, I did not go along, and my body still liked it! There was no sugar to coat this sour candy; it felt really good when... she did those things to me.

I knew it was wrong. I consciously rejected her inappropriate advances yet my body didn't care. To the flesh, pleasure was pleasure, no matter its origin.

I hated that. I hated myself. I loathed this unforgivable betrayal.

Exhaling bitterly, I realized tonight was going to be one of those nights.