You don't take the time to find out.

You don't take the time to find out.

"It's normal for all chemical or medical treatments against me to only give the positive effects."

You feel a pressure in your skull unwind itself like the popped cork of a champagne bottle. It's outright surprising how sinisterly subconscious the serum was acting. It's unknown to you how many minutes or seconds you had left, but sooner or later that pressure was going to squeeze something important. Having your precious meatloaf up top fall apart is not on your priority list.

You slap your dick across her face extra hard this time, snapping her out of her own mind break, all while slapping her onto the new path.

As she gazes upon you realization sinks in, that whatever she had tried, wasn't going to work. Her mind finally relaxes. When not as erratically split between two priorities her seemingly needy side, gyrations and all, dissipates, much to your chagrin.

"Feel like telling me what you did to me? To my body?" Your words echo, almost ironically identical to what she might have asked at this very moment. You're not angry or stressed anymore, as the crisis is averted, but posterity is useful.

Haruka has already tiredly gone catatonic on the floor and refuses to answer. "I'm sorry, I prefer being spoiled by my lovers, not **** to make some obedient answers." Her hand habitually moves to atop her chest as she haughtily refers to herself.

You can clearly see that her sass has yet to leave her body, and with a body like hers, you normally wouldn't even be able to say no to that attitude. However, you're a changed man now. You don't have to settle for one goddess, you can be fucking harder than Kratos. "If you don't answer me, I might just go ahead and change that part of you right on the spot. Who knows, maybe I'll make you a **** freak and leave you to live out that sad life." She doesn't even look perturbed. Her fingers instead drag across a bit of condensed water on the cold floor. "I know you wouldn't waste your chance with me that easily, after everything you've gone through here, you could have solved it all in a few words." She let's out a cute giggle afterwards betraying her intent of trying to sound intimidating. You can hear her clicking her tongue at herself in rage.

For a few moments you simply stand there, considering where to go next. As you fixate your gaze upon the woman on the floor while thinking, it would seem she has other plans, she stands up, cocking her hip outward as she whips her lab coat around her shoulders, giving a good view of her meaty cheek. You are unable to tell whether this is because of her personality, or because of the earrings. Either way, it distracts you, as she is about to exit the room.

"Did I allow you to leave?" You ask the young vixen. "Did you not hear what I said? Sooner or later you're going to come around to MY way of doing things, and I know you don't have the balls, artificial or otherwise, to actually change something about me." She understands too well, the incomplexities of infinite power, the challenge doesn't come in the form of power, but in spite of power. To create own challenges for yourself, testing not the strength of the people around you, but the power of your character. Yeah... that sounds sufficiently grandiose to describe your feelings.

You place your hand onto her shoulder as her back is turned. She simply brushes it off, and heads out into what seems to be some sort of cave.