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ME:

i was emotionally bathed by five men in the name of accountability

i came so hard i might be a saint now

please send tea and a clean towel.

Bliss-ism #68/z

“A sacred yes is even better when it’s followed by a praise kink and a firm grip

Chapter Twenty-Four:

Glitter Dome-Praise Demon - Ruin Edition™

I wake slowly, wrapped in warmth, vaguely sticky, and surrounded by the distinct scent of sandalwood, spiritual regret, and possibly… syrup. Again.

My robe is askew. My thighs are sore in the good way. And on my lap, crumpled and clinging to my skin like a prophecy, is my journal, flipped open to a page I must’ve filled during some half-conscious, fully-doomed haze.

It is not, strictly speaking, a mandala.

It’s a collection of doodles.

Spirals. Hearts. Stars.

Cocks.

Cocks with wings.

Cocks with rays of divine light beaming from them like sacred suns.

Cocks with hearts for balls and one extremely detailed diagram of something that may or may not be titled “The Root Chakra Reawakens.”

I am not well.

But gods help me, I am relaxed.

For the first time in what feels like weeks, I’m not orchestrating a ritual, rewriting a pillar, or mediating a fight between someone’s inner child and their need to howl in the forest.

I’m just… me.

Half-naked, covered in bathhouse holiness, drawing divine dick art with a pink glitter pen.

And when Asher walks in, quiet, smiling, eyes soft like summer and bright like revelations, I feel myself start to unravel again, but this time in an entirely different way.

He closes the flap behind him, one hand tucked behind his back like he’s hiding a secret.

“Hi,” he says, voice low and warm, and then, with a sheepish little grin, “You, um… left this.”

He pulls his hand forward, revealing what he’s holding.

It’s my glitter pen.

The pink one.

“Thanks,” I say, cheeks already warm. “I was channeling divine inspiration.”

He glances at the journal page, pauses, tilts his head like he’s studying a sacred text. “I see that. That one looks like it’s mid-enlightenment.”

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