After showering, I returned to her sniffing the bedsheets. The scene was too funny not to comment on it. "You're like a drug addict", I chuckled.

  "Ah, Anon!" She sprang up. There was a stacked breakfast tray on my desk, and she took it to bed. Grateful, I was adjusting my position in bed when she nudged me.

  "Say ahhh, Anon~" she said lovingly, holding a slice of bread to my face.

  Thankfully, something came to me in my embarrassed state. Something to dey the embarassment.

  "Wait, I just thought of it, but why aren't in jail? You said you were doing these cathartic outings weekly? It's not like everyone would turn a blind eye to all the destruction."

  "I usually go to a dipidated building on the city outskirts to release my anger, but you're right. I did come to the police station once because my parents had told me there'd been an administrative fuck up, a big data loss. I had to provide my ID, fingerprints, the whole thing. Turns out it was a trap. Stepping past the gss door, I was cuffed instantly, and officers started to take me to my holding cell. About what happened next... Well, the local police leave me alone now." She winked mischievously.

  I nodded, not wanting to probe any further, but she continued.

  "As your loving girlfriend, I have nothing to hide, and we must never hide anything from each other. I believe darling agrees with me...?" She arches a brow.

  I nod eagerly to appease her. I must stick to her good side.

  "So, here's what I haven't told you. I tried my hand at the stock market to kill some time. I went in with a thousand and made a few dozen million in a couple of months. I never used the money; it's been sitting in my account ever since. Nothing ever caught my interest. Everything felt tedious, boring, and dull. I tried drugs, but they did nothing. I didn't even get the side effects. I gave up the night I snorted half a pound of Coke in frustration. Alcohol's more of the same story. Only the thrill of killing and destruction seemed to wake me up from my numbness, but I wasn't that far in back then. Pretty much the only progress I made was getting my own pce when I turned eighteen—my urges to kill my adoptive "family" in cold blood were getting hard to repress. I stopped going to school as well, now legally an adult with a fuck-ton of money. Given I had read the entirety of the school's library, it wouldn't keep me from boredom, either. To tell you the truth, my..." She took a deep breath.

  "My anger was fring up. At the time, I was considering going berserk on the entire city. To unleash what desperately needed to be unleashed. What worth was there in staying obedient? What has this whole world ever given me? Pain and sorrow. I simply thought I'd pay it back in kind."

  "I... guess so, yeah..." I said, trying to repress my unease. Hey, did you try dating apps? Like, outside of school?

  Yeah, I did that. The men all did a one-eighty on the first date when they saw my power was real. I guess it scared them. Some said they felt emascuted, or something.

  "They're absolute morons. They don't deserve you." I said, dejectedly.

  "Oh, my Anon..." She caressed my hand. She went for a hug, arm spread out, and I gdly returned it.

  "Thank you, baby~ It means so much to hear you say that, y'know?" She said, humming a comforting song.

  "Now, Anon-darling, If you still have questions, it would be about what I am. Believe me, I want to know myself. I went for IRMs, brain scans, all other imaging techniques avaible. Every single time, the imagery was opaque. It was baffling. Nothing seems to penetrate my skin, not even electromagnetic waves."

  "Did you get your blood tested?"

  "Syringes can't penetrate my skin. I don't menstruate, either. I've actually never seen my own blood. "You're healthy, but you shouldn't be" is what I get told repeatedly. "Oh..." I mouthed, looking down, but she held my gaze up, a finger on my chin.

  "Don't feel bad for me, darling. I've never been happier. I have you now~"

  I met her loving eyes and smiled. She was right. Finishing my cup of hot cocoa, I id back, leaning my head on her shoulder.

  "That must have been quite a shock to you at first. Hey, it doesn't matter whether your body is human or not. Not one bit. Okay?"

  "Anon~!" She excimed, cing her arms around my neck. "Darling understands! Aaahh~, you're so perfect, Anon-darling..."

  I cleared my throat. "I'm not."

  "Oh, yes, you are. Now, where were we?" A pinch of tease in her voice, Miya grinned, grabbing another slice.

  After the third, she brandished a spoon and a yogurt. Her eyes glinted with pyfulness. Despite the shame of being fed, I didn't dislike it.

  After breakfast, I spoke up.

  "I don't want you to bother with the chores. Let me handle most of the cooking and cleaning, alright?"

  She was perplexed at that; I held up my hand and continued.

  "Look, I like you, and I want to serve you. Does it make sense? It'd feel so wrong to let you do all the work. I assume you want to help too, so how about we compromise and make it fifty-fifty?"

  "A-Anon... Oh, what did I do to deserve you?" Tears started to form in her eyes.

  "Just being you is enough to deserve me or anyone else out there. You're perfection incarnate. Power, beauty, intelligence—it's like you have it all. And to such extreme degrees..."

  She frantically kissed me, unleashing the passion she could no longer contain upon hearing those words.

  "I'm being clingy right now. Doesn't that bother you?"

  "Silly Anon! The more clingy you are, the happier I am. You're my whole world, Anon. You're the only thing I have on my mind at all times. Because there is only Anon in my heart," she expined, pupils turning to hearts again.

  I was still surprised by how straightforward she was. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

  ...And she was pretty chill at the moment. I took my chance when I saw it.

  "Miya, you were joking on the phone, right? About my freedom and privacy and stuff..." I chuckled as innocently as I could.

  I saw surprise illuminate her face for a split-second, then that unnerving confidence took over again.

  "I was not. But you're not really worried about that, right? The truth is, you're not sure you remember it all, and you don't want to disappoint me over it? Aww, you're so sweet, Anon. Let's go over everything again~"

  "No... I do remember." I sighed in defeat. "But I want to be free. Free to head outside whenever I want, free to watch or read anything I want, and so on. Please. I don't want to be caged."

  Miya's smile never wavered as she caressed my cheek.

  "You want to be free and you will be, with me. Your desires will soon align with mine, and so your freedom will become our freedom." She giggled, seemingly delighted at the idea.

  "Until then, baby, don't be scared. You can still go outside! But I'll always come with you. You can sketch to your heart's content! Just don't draw other women. You can read most books! I'll read them before and give you the green light. I'll even let you meet up with your male friends for a few minutes, under my constant monitoring. Isn't that great? Hehe~"

  Welp. Her face told me she really thought this was great. At least I tried. I guess it could be worse... right?

  "Forget about it and just rex, okay?" She cooed, noticing my clouded stare. "Here, feel my abs~" She took my hand in hers and drove it down to her toned midsection. She then contracted and rexed her abdominal muscles slowly and seductively, eyes full of love.

  Confusion hit me, then awe. My tormenting thoughts vanished. The cobblestone wall that was her abs was hardening and softening with her every breath. I could sense the immense strength they possessed, along with the extraordinary power coursing through her whole body.

  This emotional shift made me realize I was a lost cause. She could manipute me just like that. I felt the uncanny urge to forget it all and take shelter in her embrace...

  But was there any point in resisting? what choice did I have, when a psychotic, godlike woman wanted me all for herself?

  "I'm sure your muscles are harder and stronger than all elements and alloys known to man," I whispered, finally losing myself. "...and they're far more beautiful, too."

  Hearing this made her beam with happiness.

  "I guess they are. What do you think they're made of?" She pyfully wondered.

  I locked eyes with her.

  "Feminium."

  She giggled.

  "But Anon, no other girl out there can take an armor-piercing tank shell to the chest and survive," she mused.

  I shushed her with a teasing voice.

  "I love you," we said in unison. This startled me, and we both ughed at it.

  "So, are you ready now, darling? For our first time..." Excitement poured into her saccharine voice, and she started to pant.

  "Y-Yes. But how about tonight?"

  That took her by surprise, but soon her lips parted into a cute, toothy smile.

  "Deal~".