Hojo's Musings

Hojo rode up the escalator, adjusting his white lab coat. His mind roiled with thoughts as always. Usually about science, but always about deviance and degeneracy. He muttered to himself, rubbing his greasy face as his pants tented, his mind wandering.

"Walking the halls of this very building, who would have believed it. I wonder… were I to arrange a face-to-face. The Legend's cock sheathed in the Ancient's cunt. How I should like to meet their offspring. Ah, but that can wait. First, we must have answers. A simple psychoactive agent should suffice. Nothing likely to cause any long-term damage. Just make her more malleable to sexual suggestion."

Behind him, Cloud stealthily tracked his prey. He still burned with humiliation from his ordeal in the restroom, but it redoubled his desire to save Aerith. She'd be so grateful. He motioned the others to follow close behind as they followed Hojo into his lab, the lion's den itself.