im gonna be honest though the smut was fucking good. the author knows how to write and draw porn and i don't mean the type where they're just slamming glowing pogo sticks into a poorly drawn anatomy of an asshole. like that chapter with sys massaging randolph? embedded, seared—even—into my cerebral cortex. i was 11 when i first read that. it's true what they say about somatic memories because jesus christ, buddha, allah, any god out there hear me when i make this statement, i could practically breath the sexual tension. it was in the humidity, atmosphere, the air in it's most rawest. it most definitely unlocked my (indefinite, unconditional) love for big, buff, bara bottoms.
like shit bro i was ascending then suddenly it turned into a fan-service yaoi reality for fluff starved readers,, not that it was actually bad or anything, it just lost the original depth that ss1 had. wish the author chose to expand the first storyline (esp w the world building nd setting, nd the characters from ss2-ss3), would've genuinely blown balls with this ohmgh