[Oh, oh, it can feel it, now, the disconnect between this other being and his body, the disgust at the pleasure the human shell is taking.

(its lower half already shines faintly with arousal, from the thickness of the feeling in the air)

The tendrils slide up, up, to rub over the insides of Shingetsu's thighs, and as they do they begin to drip with oil.]

Do you hate humanity so much?