Once Mika found his resolve, he pointed at the mountain of body pillows piled on the other side of the sofa.
Astrid blinked, confused by the sudden gesture.
"You see that pile over there, Astrid? That pile of replacements of me?"
She nodded slowly, not sure where this was going.
"Well, let me tell you something..."
His voice was firm, confident, with a smile that radiate certainty.
"...that is, you're not going to need those anymore."
"From here onwards, I'm going to take care of your Venus Complex personally. There's no need for any extras of me to help you with that—no matter how many dildos they have attached to them."
She gasped, a mix of shock and something else flickering across her features.
But he wasn't done.
He leaned forward, studying her face closely—those flushed cheeks, those slightly glazed eyes, the way her breathing had grown just a bit heavier.
