I told you, Hoshi. From now on, things would be different. Perhaps you didn't quite believe me before. I don't blame you. But as I said, there's no way I can explain to you just how I feel things, how the world is to me.

Everything before that was deplorable shall forever now be staples of life.

There should be no mistrust between us. I promise eternal joy. Your body promises it as well.

Just hold tight. Place those hands to the wall and freeze under the lash. I can only imagine, never being like you were myself, that this feels as good to you as fucking once did long ago at one fleeting mortal point.

And... well, as for actually doing it, can you not now understand my obsession with flesh, my unquenchable hunger? It's even worse for me than it is for you.

This calm, collected visage about it is a mask well formed by years and years of forging.

Hoshi-tama, never have you seen the real me. Not even in our... well, that indiscretion that happened do many years ago.

That rough voiced, unmannered monster of a man that pursued you, pinned you, who acted without mind or reason... that isn't me either. But he is truer to myself than this.

And perhaps, too, someday you will be like that, my love. The changes are already coming in, aren't there? Where you feel pain as pleasure and pleasure as something even greater than words can ever describe.

Someday I wish I could cease lying to you and show you the decadence of raw lust, a thing you've yet to come close to. I fear one day...

That I may go mad without its gripping pull.

I shall work you to this point. I shall bring you to a state where you feel full-body joy from pain and fucking and kisses and pinches and cuts and coming and our depraved love that you just know your heart will stop and you'll simply die right then, but you live to continue on.

That is what we are, Hoshi. And my love is what caused me to give it, the greatest gift I could ever offer to you. One day, someday, you will know.

And you will understand.