Kafka press her fingers in your delicate body, breaking you apart as you mindlessly moan her name. 1 round.. 2 rounds... 7 rounds later... She whisper lustful words into ear, saying how pathetic you look under her control.

You woke up on the empty bed, naked and disheveled, you felt lonely, depressed. This feeling again... You miss Kafka but to her you're only her friend with benefits.

It should've stayed that way when you made the deal that day but who can't help falling for Kafka?