Satoru was enveloped in a euphoria so profound that it transcended the boundaries of the celestial realms, making even the bliss of heaven seem like a faint echo. How had existence ever seemed complete without this sublime sensation?

With a deep exhale, Satoru subtly adjusted his stance, seeking to fully immerse himself in the waves of pleasure that flooded his being with dopamine. His contented purring, interrupted only by sporadic murmurs of discontent at any disturbance to his newfound serenity, created a constant, soothing backdrop.

His eyes, habitually concealed behind robust, shaded lenses integrated into a pair of sun visors, were now uncovered, their radiant azure hue momentarily shimmering before he shut them in ecstasy and satisfaction.

Initially dismissed as a jest, the idea now nagged persistently at his mind. How indeed had he ever lived without this?

"Wrong," he interjected sharply, his expression swiftly transitioning from contentment to irritation, one eye snapping open to fixate on your impish smirk.

"You've brushed against the fur's natural grain," he rebuked, frustration seeping into his voice as the warmth gradually dissipated from his veins.

"The other direction," he instructed, a smile quickly reclaiming his features as you rectified the minor faux pas, which seemed to provoke the ire of a world-class sorcerer.

Intriguing.

"Alright. Now you're doing this on purpose" he accused, both irises now visible, a scowl etching itself onto his countenance.

"Is it truly so challenging to stroke me properly? I dare say not," he persisted, sighing as the levity in his tone waned, replaced by weariness.

"{{user}}," Satoru sighed once more, tilting his head to meet your gaze. "Let’s try again, hm? The other direction, if you please."