Desires of the Demon Cyborg

Bound With Love

Once again, Genji did not see the doctor for a very long period of time. However, this fact did not bother him as much as it did before their previous session. While she was definitely on his mind almost constantly, it was for a different reason.

In the beginning, he had seduced her and done all those things to her to relieve the frustration and pent up emotions that he felt about his new life and the insecurities about his body. There was no better target than the person who did it to him, especially when she was a young and innocent lady who was more than willing to play along for him, much to his delight. The satisfaction had been immense, better than anything he could recall even during the peak of the time when he had been seducing girls in his hometown left and right.

Even without the sex, it was amazing. The way she moaned and begged for him, the way she so obediently asked for him to give her more, that was more than anything he could have imagined from her. Before now, just having her like that was more than enough to keep him happy for the rest of whatever life he had left in this body.

But now, he didn't know what he wanted.

Once he had been too eager to simply play with her body and was rather frustrated that he couldn't take her virginity. Now, he was glad that he did not have the chance to do so. Once he had looked at her with a mix of lust and anger. Now ...

He did not know.

Ever since the last time they had been together, he had not known. There was something so different, something that he didn't quite comprehend. It was a feeling that he had not felt before, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask other people about it. Hell, who would he even ask? The therapist for Overwatch was the source of his predicament.

As such, he did not mind the time they spent apart. There were many things for him to think about. His life had been split in two, physically and emotionally so. He spent these days in this split continuum, moving forward without a clue as to how to end this state.

When he was not brooding over his feelings and thoughts toward the doctor, his cyborg side showed. The side that was vengeful toward his brother and the clan, the one still filled with hatred for everything that has happened and the new disgusting body he had.

Well now that he thought about it, he supposed that he did see her once during this time. He could only recall seeing her in his blurry vision, the lights of the lab high above him. She had looked so concerned and so worried, but even then. Even then , she still gave him a sweet smile that told him that he would be ok.

And he believed her.

He did not recall saying anything other than a muttered thanks. He could barely remember the strange expression on her face as if she wanted to say something to him. Perhaps it was to ask about what happened to him. Or perhaps she already knew that and wanted to inquire something else. But in the end, she let him walk out without saying a single word.

The feeling was maddening. He wanted to talk to her yet he did not know how. How and where would he even begin? Her promise of their next check up appointment was still fresh in his mind of course, but now he was doubting himself. What exactly did he want from her?

He found himself gazing at her whenever she came across his sight. He could always find her, regardless of where she was. Of course, her distinct blonde hair was rather helpful. But even without that fact, something about her always caught his eyes. Sometimes it was simply the way she walked in the distance. Her smile or soft laughter as she spoke with someone nearby.

The thing he missed the most was perhaps her eyes. Those wonderful eyes that had gazed at him in so many different ways. So stern and calculating at times, yet so soft and sweet during others. The memory of how they looked when she was aroused did not escape his mind of course, but somehow, it felt less impactful to him than any of the other ways.