Taylor sat up in his bed, continuing to drink malt liquor. He was already good and hammered. “Ughh… ughh… So many mistakes… So much bullshit… So much crap involved with my decisions… Do one thing, like five other semi-related things pop up… Say one thing and like three out of five people take it seriously… Feel the wrong emotion and two people get offended…” Taylor mumbles to himself, almost ready to pass out. He could very much use some release from all of his emotions. Is this what power feels like? Taylor wonders to himself.

After reaching the fifth stage of his cultivation technique, Taylor began to feel his influence on the world around him. It was like it was moving for him, to make room for the things he wanted. If Taylor was being honest, it was very offensive. He felt that he was just a normal man. Normal men shouldn’t have to bear the weight of influencing the world around him. What if god made mistakes? Taylor wonders. ‘Cause then we'd really be fucked… Taylor thinks, his head swaying and his vision hazy.

“Honey? Do you need to get your dick wet?” Sylvie asks as she enters the room.

“Ughh… Yeah, can you just kind of sit on it and let me feel you for a bit?” Taylor asks, a little aroused.

“Sure.” She says with a smile. “Pull down your pants.” She says, waiting as Taylor struggled to push down his pajamas. Sylvie raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to get hard?” She asks, waiting for Taylor to get ready.

“Come on, little guy. What are you doing? Don’t fail me now.” Taylor says, urging his penis with his touch.

“Do you want me to suck on it?” She asks, moving her hand to play with it a little.

“Ughh… Never mind. Should we just cuddle?” Taylor asks, unsure how he should be feeling.

“Well that’s boring. Come on, get it up.” Sylvie encourages.

“Ughh… Do you have, maybe, like a witch aphrodisiac or something? Actually, never mind. I think I’m just going to pass out…” Taylor says, lying back down on the bed with his pants down.

“Okay, honey. I’ll come by later. Just wait to get fucked, okay babe?” Sylvie says with a look of worry.

“Okay, babe. I’ll see you later.” Taylor says as his eyes close, his mind wandering into dream a drunken dream.

Sylvie frowns as she sees Taylor close his eyes. What a baby. Is this a good time to cuck him? Sylvie wonders to herself as she leaves the room.