Raising my hand higher, I ran through my combed back hair. Shaved temples with some tattoos. As if the guy was really turned on Scandinavian mythology and tried in every possible way to imitate the Vikings from my planet. I just forgot that these guys were famous not only for their appearance, but for their strength and stamina.
I would never change my appearance to suit some tastes, but I must admit that I like it. It remains only to put the body in order: pump up, increase endurance, remember old tricks and find a sword. Oh, that's the only weapon I'll need in this damn world, well, a pistol or a blaster. I hope they have blasters here?
I also noticed in the reflection how a silver pendant with an AI core was hanging around my neck. Atria waits in the wings to become my partner and adviser. This is good. Her knowledge will help you navigate this world. To start, I need...
"Finally awake, idiot!" - there was a ringing voice behind me.
Squinting to the side and taking half a step in the opposite direction, I was able to see in the reflection of the one who bothered me with such an impudent tone. I wanted to answer sharply and brazenly, but after looking closely, I was stunned with surprise, my mouth rushed down by itself under the weight of gravity.
Behind me was a female cat. I don't even know how to describe it better. Triangular ears on the head, an elongated muzzle of a huge cat, a body covered with hair and long black hair like any human girl. An impressive chest, a flat stomach, also covered with orange fur with black patches, pumped up hips, covered with tight short pants that reach to her paws. Yes, they were paws. Like if you put an ordinary cat upright, and it will rely only on the pads, or if a person walked only on tiptoe all the time keeping his heels on weight. No wonder her legs are so pumped up. Hands, on the other hand. They were thin with sharp nails, she crossed them under her breasts hidden behind the fabric of a white sports shirt.
Seeing my confusion and surprise oozing through an indecently open mouth, a girl or an animal ... A cat? Beastman? In general, she flashed her green eyes with vertical pupils in annoyance and annoyance and said:
“Are you going to stare for a long time, idiot?! I had to leave the station quickly because of you! What will your father say when he finds out that you dropped out of your studies in the Inquisition Corps?! I almost got arrested because of you...
She would have continued to swear further, but seeing my confusion, she waved her hand or still her paw, and then turned around and left. I took pleasure in noticing the fluffy, soft, long tail that extends just above the appetizingly round ass.
I was alone in the room. She spoke so impudently to me, but I did not answer. He was too shocked by what he saw. And who is she anyway? Why is he talking to me like that?
Breaking away from my own reflection, I finally left the medical bay, as I dubbed it for all these manipulators and monitors with biometrics of my body. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the rich, futuristic interior of the ship.
- Wow! - involuntarily escaped from me when I stepped on the parquet polished to a shine, looking at the white walls.
The ship was small. It can be said that when I left the medical block, I immediately got into the only room that connected everything at once. To the right is an open compartment with an instrument panel and two chairs, and to the left a double door apparently leading to the cabins. There was also a round table nestled here, surrounded by many machines with pictures of food, from the sight of which my stomach rumbled invitingly.
That cat girl, displeased with me, wagged her tail in front of the ornate double door. It opened to reveal a huge bed, a bathroom and shower next to them, enclosed only by a small transparent partition.
- Hey! Wait! I need…
I wanted to call out to her and ask questions, but she ignored me. She just chuckled, turning her ears in displeasure, showing that she heard me. Here is the infection. If she does not want to answer my questions, then I know who will do it with great desire. You just need to find where to insert the AI core. It must be somewhere... I'm a fool, this is the future. Movies have always been voice controlled. Yes, why invent, in my time everything was already controlled by voice, adapting to the needs of a person, although it did not have its own intelligence.
- A computer? Ship?
- I hear you, sir! the languid female voice of the ship's AI responded.
I got a little carried away by this. Too revealing sexuality. No wonder that cat hates this kid. I would also hate him for this, I suppose he also puts naked models on the computer desktop trying to compensate for his sexual dissatisfaction.
But the voice called me master... So this ship belongs to me? Then why is this cat behaving like that on my ship? What right does she have to do this? Damn it, we'll find out later, now we need to activate Atria.
- Where is the AI core with the connection interface?
Silence was my answer, and then the floor caught fire. There are blue arrows showing the direction. After passing through which, I ended up in the cockpit. Again I had to gasp in surprise.
The endless blackness of space, separated from me by the transparent strong glass of the portholes. Or maybe it's not glass, but only a projected image from external cameras. It should be even more convenient, like in our VIP class shuttles. But damn, it's beautiful. There are billions of stars, and they all shine brightly for me, as if whispering “explore us, we are waiting for you.” Each dot can represent a sentient race or colony. If cosmic movements are developed here, then it should be so. But there is also an unexplored sector of deep space, where the gods are now hiding in anticipation of a new crusade.
"Damn, this was worth dying for," I said enthusiastically.
There were many stars, but imagining all this distance, unpleasant goosebumps ran down my back. After all, if they seem like grains of sand to me, then I am only a molecule, a microbe or an atom compared to all this. Scary. But at the same time, I want to see my planet. That green-blue ball, frozen in the void of space ...
I sat down in the comfortable pilot's seat. The ship's systems were full of many indicators, but they all disappeared immediately, and the system helpfully showed a huge inscription "Autopilot active". All. I didn't need to know anything more.
- So, where is the core?
Just as I asked, on the right side of the dashboard, a capsule slowly rolled out with a glowing blue ball inside. I tried to carefully pull it out, and then I removed the medallion from my neck and put it inside. As soon as everything returned to its place, visible changes began.
The lights on the ship went out abruptly, leaving me in an oppressive twilight. Absolute silence. Then there was a roar, and someone began to drum on the iron. Turning to the side, I saw the closed doors of the bedroom, and realized who was knocking there.
"Calm down, it's just a temporary problem," I said, going to these doors and knowing that the cat would hear me.
Yes, I hope this is a temporary problem and I did everything right. Otherwise, if I screw up and break everything, then we have problems.
- What the hell is temporary... I can't get out! Your mother, you dumb sucker, as soon as I get out and you will not do well! You will go to the medical block again ...
With every word, she knocked on the doors with such fury, as if I had personally locked her inside and now I'm standing mocking. She's already starting to annoy me.
"Shut up already and calm down, you hysterical fluffy!" I growled as loudly as I could, and my voice echoed off the ship's inner walls.
- What you said?! You wait, I'll get out of here and you personally ...
As if the influence of higher powers, at the same moment, the lights turned on in all the ship and the doors abruptly opened.
The cat, hissing, jumped at me, marking my face with its claws. Taking a step back, I forced myself to fall to the floor, seeing how this deranged tailed flies over me with wide eyes in surprise. With a deft somersault in the air, she twisted, landing on her paws, and then attacked again with a blow from above.
- Have you lost your mind? I asked in surprise as I dodged her claws digging into the wooden floor.
- As we cripple, so we will cure! she growled, wagging her tail in displeasure.
What's wrong with her? What did this kid do in the past to hate him so much?
I pulled up my legs and pushed the cat away from me. She jumped aside in surprise, running her hand over her fluffy tummy. I, without wasting time, jumped to my feet, standing in a protective stance. This time, nothing will stop me from being more efficient. Strength pumped, dexterity appeared, I am completely cured.
"Greetings, Crillius," Atria's familiar voice echoed throughout the ship.
- Well, finally you woke up, - I exclaimed, and then was knocked down by a cat on the ground.
She was fast and so strong that my new body couldn't handle it. Straining my frail muscles, I only managed to keep my claws away from my face with shaking hands, but they rush closer and closer to me, promising to decorate my face.
- Do you need help? - the voice of AI was heard again.
- Still would!
- Nobody will help you! Now I'll teach you how you'll spoil my mood!
- Shut up, you hysterical already! I exclaimed, trying to push her away from me again.
While we were fighting, something touched my shoulder. At first I did not attach any importance to this, but then the pokes became more insistent. I had to risk my face to turn my head and see a small robot that held an iron collar in its small manipulator.
- Take this, it will help to subdue this female furriod.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the eyes of a cat looming over me, wide with fear, she even stopped trying to pierce me with her claws. Her temporary stupor allowed me to grab the collar abruptly, but the cat didn't like it.
She hissed louder than usual, her hair and tail reared up, and her eyes read primal horror and undisguised hatred. She seemed to know what this collar means and was ready to do everything so that I would not put it on her neck. But it was her reaction that only made me want to do it even more.
Thanks, Atria! I thanked AI.
Yes, I am one of those people who thank AI for the work done, as if I am communicating with a living person.
- As soon as the collar is on her neck, activate it by pressing the button, and then move away. She will no longer be able to attack you and somehow harm you.
O! How wonderful! Now this tattered cat will have to apologize to me for such behavior for a long time.
The cat jumped away from me like fire, while trying to hit my face with its claws. I covered myself with my hand and hissed slightly as my skin burned from the wounds I received. The blood slowly began to flow, soaking the white jacket.
- Creel, if you remove the collar, then I will forgive you! she hissed in a low voice, her dilated pupils staring at the collar in my hand.
I slowly got to my feet. I was already annoyed by her behavior. He fancies himself some kind of self-confident and looks down on me.
- So you will forgive me? Yes?
Yes, I will forgive you! And let me take some of the money your father gave you...
My father? Well, yes, it's about the family of the former owner of the body, otherwise I already wanted to be surprised. But it turns out that the truth is now I have a family. But the cat said that the father sent money, and she will allow you to take some of it? Who is she anyway?
- Atria, who is she anyway?
- Are you kidding?!
The cat exclaimed indignantly at my question, but, fortunately, Atria did not keep me waiting for an answer:
- Furriod Terreria. A slave concubine bought by your father for your coming of age as a gift that was celebrated on the planet Regulus Prime. Currently assigned to you as a personal property.
I laughed, loudly, so that my sonorous laughter echoed throughout the room of my ship, and reached my cat slave. Everything here is mine, which means that she must obey me. Apparently, when she was presented to the boy, this slobber could not put a collar on her and subdue her, then he could not even show who was in charge. The cat is comfortable. She kicked him out of her own bedroom, took the money for herself and, I'm sure, spent it on her own needs. If my father could afford such a beautiful slave with a good figure as a gift, then there is a lot of money in my new family.
Hearing my laughter, the cat Terreria gritted her teeth in displeasure.
“I think I’ll have to remind you what will happen to you if you try to go against me…”
- What will happen? - I asked with a smile, - Show me, kitty. Kitty-kitty!
I have heard many times in my life how mad cats growl and hiss, but this one roared like a wounded tiger. She darted towards me like orange lightning. The sharp claws of her hands and feet left deep furrows in the wooden floor with every step filled with rage. My black hair was ruffled, covering my eyes and face, but Terreria didn't care, she saw me as an enemy and wanted to win.
I took a step forward towards her. My palm slammed into her face as she was about to make a short jump and raised herself slightly for comfort. This is what allowed me to extinguish the inertia of its movement and to fill up on the floor with a deafening roar. Terreria tried to break free, but I sat on top of her, lifting her arms above her head and holding her wrists with my hand, pressed her to the floor. To put on the collar, I had to lower myself down to her face and feel hot breath on my cheek, meet her eyes. They sparkled with the blackness of dilated pupils.
- Let go! - she pleaded, lying under me, - Since when did you become like this?
- What? - I asked with a grin, unable to resist and running my hand over the smooth and soft fur on her muzzle.
There was a soft rumbling and the girl's chest trembled slightly.
"Strong," she said softly, "You've never been like this!" Like a different person. More mature, more sexy...
She said the latter in a sexy, languid voice that made me tense up. I felt her trying to rub her belly against my aroused flesh. It was nice, but too predictable. A girl in trouble, a beauty, with seductive forms that drive every man crazy, and she knows it, enjoys it. Just like now. In the past, it was often necessary to knock out debts from young fools who borrowed more money than they could afford with their salaries, and each time they believed that their beauty and sexuality would help them. But no. It definitely won't work for me, but you can play along. I want to look at her annoyed face when she realizes that I'm playing her.
- What are you doing? I asked, trying to suppress a grin and pretend to enjoy her tummy rubs.
- I'm ready to do whatever you want, Creel! - she lifted her head to whisper hotly in my ear, - You can fuck me all day, rape me, I'll be faithful to you. In any position, at any time, I will be ready to accept you, my master.
- Truth? Will you be angry no more? Will you do whatever I want? - I even licked my lips at such a proposal.
She paints the picture very skillfully, but as soon as I give up the slack and let her go, she immediately attacks me. Perhaps even the same collar will be on me. The weakness of a man is in his desires, and women take advantage of this. As soon as we are seduced and made to get turned on, we stop thinking sensibly anymore. But if you keep your cool...- Truth! Furriods are very hot inside, I will warm you at night! - she licked my cheek with a rough tongue, from which goosebumps ran through my body.Getting aroused from this is not difficult, but keeping yourself in control is even more difficult. Especially in such a young body with surging hormones.- Let you go?- Yes, let go, but first kiss me ...I kissed her. How to say, this is quite a new experience for me. Kissing a humanoid cat… Her soft fur pleasantly tickled the skin around her lips, her whiskers constantly crawled over her cheeks, and her rough tongue with sharp teeth scratched on the surface of mine, but it was pleasant
“I have reasons for doing this,” I said distantly, not wanting to go into details and open up to the girl.Namely, although she is my slave concubine, she can still think about how to take revenge on me. Talking about my brother is akin to the fact that I personally give her a knife and turn my back with my eyes closed. Go wherever you want...After warming up and stretching my muscles with a light exercise, I started with push-ups. Then comes the press, squats. There was no treadmill on the ship, not even a couple of dumbbells. I had to run around the room, making circles around the table for food and the displeased Terra, who, in her catlike habits, liked to follow every moving object, and then lay on the floor trying to cope with dizziness and nausea. Silly cat.- Atria, how much time has passed since my death? What year is it now? - puffing I asked a question.You need to receive information in order to at least be able to navigate in the new world. By the way, I didn't worry abou
y evening, I was standing at the medical block holding a still warm plastic sword in my hands. Straight blade, handle with a small guard. This is just a mock-up, but it was made so well that it felt almost exactly the same in my hand as my old sword, which was left in a past life. He's probably still in the portal, and some rookie will find him. Own it or sell it. Hell, his sellers will cheat as soon as they analyze it. The blade was made of an expensive alloy ... Already tears well up.Creel, can you help? Terra asked as she set the overturned dining table back where it was immediately magnetized to the floor.Looking around at the mess that we had created in a fit of passion, I involuntarily smirked with pride. The dishes were scattered on the floor, the table was overturned, one bench was lying completely broken at the doors of the airlock, furrows from the claws of Terra were visible on some walls, the same were on the wooden floor. We had a lot of fun. What else is a guy and a gi
A system notification flickered in front of me, displaying bold purple letters. The blade on my neck gently tapped against my skin, as if telling me to obey her and not resist.I slowly raised my hands and stood up from my chair, turning to face the first witch I met. It's amazing how it happened, as soon as I randomly chose a point in space, the first target of my mission was found and right now holds the edge of a short blade at my neck. I'm starting to believe in these tales of fate and an easy search.Purple hair growing on one side, and the right one shaved into a short crew cut next to a silver implant attached to the temple. A slender figure, a little above average height, but she is far from me, you can say by the estimate one meter sixty-eight or all one hundred and seventy. A slender girl in some kind of overalls, the top of which was unbuttoned and dangled from her waist, and she herself stood in a white T-shirt. Not an ounce of muscle on her body. The arms are thin, the th
The heroes shout something encouraging, asking to remember the best moments experienced with them in life. After that, the person whose mind has been captured begins to resist and suffer from pain, he fights and eventually regains his sanity.- Assumption: if the control over your slave was not sleeping at the same moment that the witch lost consciousness, then words to return it will not do any good. You will only waste oxygen on the ship, and I will continue to be silent ... As you ordered me, - Atria's voice was heard from the ceiling with a slight reproach and resentment.Although she tried to make him more unemotional, it didn't work.Is she mad at me? Seriously? Don't tell me that this fucking AI that was supposed to help me is getting more and more emotional...I got into a defensive stance, the only thing I had to do was catch Terra in the attack and disable her. Strangle, stun, hit so hard that she lost consciousness - it doesn't matter, the main thing is to knock her out bef
The clap of the hand echoed around the room, but the girl did not wake up. I had to hit again, and only after that she groaned in pain, and her closed eyelids trembled.- Wh-what? Where I am? - Overcoming the excruciating pain in her head she asked.- Everything is there, everything is with me, - I answered, taking a chair and turning it back to her and sitting down on it, throwing my leg, - Come on, talk.- What to say? - she asked with incomprehension, trying to examine me and the room around.To be sure, she moved her arms and legs trying to free herself, but realizing that she was tightly bound, she looked at me with surprise in her purple eyes.- Who is she? Where did you come from? Who sent? - when asking questions, I raised the finger of my clenched right palm, - Three questions with easy answers ... Atria!- Yes, Creel?Warn me if she's lying...Instead of answering, I heard the whirring of the small wheels of the robot, which rode up to me and extended another slave collar wi
I stood in the darkness of the room, watching the metal doors of the ship's outer airlock move slowly apart. Painfully slow. The blaster handle creaked with synthetic coating in my palm. The weapon of the future was already ready to unleash a lethal bolt of plasma at the first enemy unfortunate enough to meet me. I was beaten by a small shiver from the desire to finally warm up with real opponents.I want to let off steam and test my strength.Finally the doors parted enough to let in the light pouring in from outside and the shadow of a head blocking it. A loud voice echoed through the compartment:- Hey, bedding?! Why are you taking so long? The captain is already waiting for his victims!The man's face squeezed between the doors, not at all afraid that someone might be waiting on the other side. He was confident in the witch and her abilities. In vain.While he squinted to see something in the darkness, I put the barrel of the blaster to his forehead.- Who the hell are you?!- Boo
For a second, my heart sank. This happens when you suddenly feel the impending danger. The hair on his back stood on end, and his skin was covered with goosebumps. All the instincts of this new body trumpeted my imminent death, and I did not ignore them.Leaving the pirate, I jumped aside just at the moment when the furriod's mouth closed inches from my hand. His huge carcass flew past, dragging the remaining poor fellow behind him. There was a strong roar, the sound of a muffled blow and a short groan full of pain.- Do you even feel sorry for your own? - I said, getting to my feet and looking at the wolf.He stood near the body of a man with a head crushed against the wall, on which there was a deep dent and a red mark with the remains of the insides of the skull."They were never 'mine,'" he growled back, wiping his sharp, bloody claws on the dead man's clothes.The dog slowly walked to the side, avoiding me in a semicircle, trying to keep his distance. I did the same. Tension grew
The noise of the crowd in the bar forced me to break away from my own thoughts, interrupting them like TV static, preventing me from focusing on what had happened in the past.I would like to forget all this altogether, throw it away and move on with my life.But it's hard to do all this, sitting in an old bar, drinking cheap diluted beer while grimacing at the putrid smell of people around, and also watching another reminder on TV ...“It's been a week since that horrific incident when a group of supervillains took over the Superhero Academy, set off explosions all over Yuniopolis, and released the prisoners from Ironville Prison.Here, in time with the voice of the pretty girl of the announcer, frames of devastation began to appear on the screen. Destroyed to the ground houses, formed as if they were made of playing cards. Burning shopping centers, churches, administrations, and, behold, the prison itself in all its glory, in the iron wall of which a huge hole gapes.It turns out th
After all, it will not be possible to get everything and clean it.Mistakes are not allowed.- I'll free you! Now is the time! Marcus snapped out of his seat.He ran up to Rena and grabbed her by the waist and turned her back to him. He pressed something on the device hanging on his belt, and then, with a buzzing sound, began to inject a huge amount of a drug that enhances abilities through the tubes.Rene started screaming in pain again, but this time her agony was stronger. The girl fell to the floor, began to writhe, bend, tear her clothes and scratch her skin.I can't even imagine how she feels right now.“Be patient, dear,” Marcus whispered, stroking her bald head, “It’s okay, you have to do this, remove the pain, endure it and free HER, even if you yourself have to die.”Who is locked up there? What woman is so important to Marcus that he is ready to give people's lives for her? What should I do? To stop him?Not! I've gone too far! You can not stop half way because of your own
My fingers closed around Katherine's throat. I could feel it shrinking, trying to get at least a breath of life-giving air, but I didn't let it happen.All.End.Removing my hand, I looked at the pale face of the girl with her eyes closed. Heavy, greedy sighs escape my lips, as if I had just been strangled, not her. Not enough oxygen, dizzy.I didn't want to end up like this. Did not want.Yielding to a conscientious impulse, I felt the artery on her neck with two fingers - there is a pulse, but weak.Already happy. I was afraid that I would kill her, I would overdo it with force. After all, he could break her cervical vertebrae with gloves, or somehow harm her.Crap…Is it all worth it? Since when am I ready to strangle a person for the sake of some ephemeral piece of information?“Sorry, Kat,” I whisper, looking at her face.Bending down a little, I kiss her on the forehead, and then I get up and walk towards the descent. I feel extremely lousy at this moment. Somewhat overly emotio
Strange feeling.You seem to have experienced remembering, you know that they are in your head, and you can even feel them, but you can’t see them. It's akin to taking an old disc from the shelf, inserting it into the player and it won't play, it's damaged. So do I.- Don't you remember? Marcus was sincerely surprised. “Well, no wonder, she warned about something like that.- Can you continue your story? I ask irritably, feeling my temples begin to squeeze.“Okay,” Marcus replied with a shrug as he walked around Rene.He took a chair, and passing a little closer to me, placing it next to me.“Sit down, I see you are not well,” he said in a voice full of sympathy and concern.His hand rested on my shoulder, forcing me to gently, but at the same time, adamantly sink into the seat.Then, smiling, he stepped aside breaking the distance and showing his empty hands.Why such courtesy?But thanks to this thoughtful gesture on his part, I was able to sit back in my chair and allow myself to r
The elevator doors parted in different directions, revealing the inside of a metal booth, upholstered in wood in the old style of the sixties. Once inside, I turned around to face the closing doors. My gaze slowly lowered to see small streaks of blood trailing from the elevator doors.Looking down, I noticed blood dripping from the gloves mixed with everything else. In the joints between the fingers, where the metal was connected by some kind of elastic lining, someone's long hair was stuck, which I immediately pulled out, throwing it aside.The unpleasant consequences of the death of many people. They always leave a lot of dirt behind. It is even surprising why nature made death so dirty? Is it really only in order to thereby scare away all other predators from the body and let it decompose becoming fertilizer?If so, then humanity has broken this primary cycle. Those students definitely can't become fertilizer for anything. They are cremated, and the ashes will be scattered somewher
“… and that’s how we come to the fact that we need to check you out!” Guys, kill her!What? Who? What is it about? Who to kill? What guys? I got distracted! Crap! Looks like he's inviting trouble...Sighing, I looked at the crowd of zombified students walking towards me. They all walked quite briskly, someone hovered above the ground, a couple climbed the walls and tried to take a position above me. I was surrounded, and if they use their abilities, it will be very bad for me.Without waiting for the attack, I made a short dash forward, jumped up and, pushing off the bench, caught my hands on the metal roof of the canopy that blocked the paths between the buildings of the academy.They immediately grabbed me by the legs and began to pull me down, trying to fight back, I heard how their fingers and hands were breaking. One of them actually had my boot run into his face, breaking his nose, but he didn't even notice. That's just a huge minus.Zombified people do not feel pain, they are r
So the time has come to fight against the mentors who have been sharing their knowledge with me all this short time. I must admit that everything they taught me here came in handy for me very soon. Even unexpectedly, somehow.Just as unexpected as Yolanda's attacks.A beautiful woman in a long dress standing against the wall attacked us with her ability.Stone blocks flew at us. Walls appeared right in front of your nose, and under your feet every now and then small obstacles strove to jump out. I had to dodge very often. So often that I could no longer really keep track of anything else, my gaze was lost in all this flickering of concrete sculptures and deadly structures, and I completely surrendered to the will of instincts.Run a meter forward, and then bounce back to dodge the concrete guillotine that has arisen above your head, roll to the side in the hope of slipping under a multi-ton block.— Watch out! I shout to Katherine.Sliding across the floor, I grab the girl by the legs
It surprised. Why did she decide to release me first? She could help herself first… “Now help me. So helping each other and actually holding hands so that the paper clip does not disappear into the air, we got out of the steel fetters holding us back. - Finally! Katherine whispered wearily, leaning against an iron beam. Her chest heaved up and then down heavily in time with her greedy breaths. After just a couple of minutes, we were out of breath as if we had run a couple of kilometers of cross-country. But we still need to get out of here and face those who kidnapped us. - Get down! Katherine whispered as she jumped at me. She pressed my body to the floor, and she fell down herself, trying to completely hide behind boxes with broken equipment and a bunch of tools from above. At first I did not understand what all this was for, but then I managed to hear quiet steps. Someone was walking in our direction with a confident, neat step. Is it one of our guards? They finally decided to sh
Something too often, being in a new body, I get into some kind of trouble. As soon as we let Katherine into our house, the door of the apartment was knocked out by an explosion, and we were seized. Memory helpfully throws up scattered fragments of a conversation that we had before the attack. Kat, one might say, fell on my head like a Japanese kamikaze on an aircraft carrier. The girl was out of her mind. Dilated pupils looked at me with insatiable hunger and desire, the scarlet skin of her face, frequent heavy sighs, she looked more like an excited drug addict than a harsh and terrible detective. She tried in every possible way to get close to me, and this made her uncomfortable. She pressed me against the wall, breathed into my neck, so at the same time she was also rude. Crap! I can’t say that I don’t like assertive girls who take the initiative in their own hands, but not when everything goes like this. Although it is worth recognizing it turned me on. I have never been a fan of