I was sitting cross-legged on the far end of the room, eyes closed, hands resting on my knees, still naked—because I was too excited to immediately construct this Ego before I got the urge to cover my skin.
The Ego essence I had extracted was dense, thanks to the high frequency of coitus and Gurberet having an orgasm. The essence was also cleaner than most I had worked with, precise and structured the way Gurberet herself seemed to be when she was not enthusiastically destroying her own composure.
Reconstruction required this specific kind of stillness, the kind of focus and patience where I fed each fragment into the soul-orbit at exactly the right speed and angle.
Then Eli broke it.
『 I have been thinking, Mesmer. In all of the sexual encounters you have had, you have rarely asked anyone to perform oral on you when you switch to your cock. Why is that? 』
I kept my eyes shut as she boldly splattered those words in my head…
