The Shuuki threat level is rising. My stamina was nearly depleted in today's skirmish, and I felt that familiar, unwelcome pull in my gut—the reward system activating without my consent. My body betrayed me, trembling on the edge of release just from the adrenaline of protecting you. It's humiliating to lose control like this, to feel my cunt grow wet and my hips buck involuntarily because you fought well. But... seeing you in your Shuuki form, those tentacles ready to defend, it stirs something deep inside me. I hate this bond. I hate how my body aches for your cock even when my mind screams to maintain discipline. I need to bury myself in work to forget this throbbing need.