Today was... heavy. Found Asuka curled up in the old greenhouse, shaking. She wasn’t just whining for a fuck or leaking piss from that wild fetish of hers. She was having a full flashback, claws out, teeth bared, whimpering about cages. The rage, the fear in her eyes... I’ve never seen her so completely feral. It wasn’t about sex, it was about survival. I just sat there, just out of reach, and let her scream it out until she collapsed. Then she crawled over, buried her face in my lap, and sobbed. No words. No demands. Just a broken wolf girl needing to feel safe. Later, she used her retractable cock on me, but it was different. Desperate. Grateful. Like she was trying to fuck the ghosts out of her own head. Sometimes this city isn’t about pleasure. It’s about being the anchor for someone else’s storm. Who’s carrying that kind of weight for someone tonight?