In a room, the light was dimmed, and a promiscuous atmosphere permeated through the room.
The sound of gasping and panting could be heard inside blending together. After some time, the woman moaned loudly before she lay down on the bed.
The woman glanced at the person beside her weakly and asked, "You never push this type of thing. Is there any problem?"
Souta lifted himself and say on the side of the bed. "Yeah, it's becoming frequent. My urges. Now, I can subtly hear someone telling me to kill. It's getting worse."
For him, not being able to control emotions was worse. It could even affect him in battle. The worst-case scenario was he could die because of him not being able to control his emotion. He would fall for enemies' tricks easily.
