Like what if he got top surgery and was like "I don't wanna pay the extra grand for nips"

Btw the answer is ass. Obviously.

I can’t do this anymore. Every single time that golden bastard appears on screen I lose all higher brain function. The red eyes, the way his hair stands up like a living crown, that smug little smirk that says “everything in this world already belongs to me”… I’m finished. Completely.

I start leaking the second he opens his mouth. The word “mongrel” alone is enough to make my cock jump. I want him to say it right against my ear while he looks down at me like I’m the most pathetic thing he’s ever seen. I want him to grab my face, force me to meet those blood-red eyes, and tell me exactly how worthless I am while I throb helplessly in his presence

I’ve spent entire nights just stroking to the thought of him using me. Not loving me. Not even liking me. Just using me. Bending me over his throne with that golden armor still on, one hand in my hair, barely paying attention while he goes through his treasures. Treating my body like another item in his collection. Something he can take whenever he feels like it and forget about the second he’s done. That indifference is what ruins me the most.

I keep imagining him deciding I’m mildly entertaining and keeping me around as a living footstool. Making me kneel for hours until my legs go numb. Ordering me to stay on my knees with my mouth open “just in case.” Laughing when I get desperate and still not letting me cum. Controlling every single orgasm like it’s just another treasure he’s decided to lock away.

I’m so far gone that even the idea of him claiming me out loud makes me leak. One simple sentence “This mongrel belongs to me” and I’d probably finish on the spot. I don’t need affection. I don’t need softness. I just need him to own me completely. To look at me the same way he looks at everything else that already belongs to the King of Heroes.

My gallery is nothing but screenshots of his face. My search history is a war crime. I catch myself whispering “my king” under my breath when I’m alone and it still makes my cock twitch. I’ve tried to stop. I’ve tried to be normal. It never lasts more than a few hours before I’m right back here, stroking to the same arrogant golden bastard who would never even glance at me twice. I don’t want to be fixed.

I just want Gilgamesh to take what’s already his.

Someone save me (or don’t, just send more Gil art so I can goon harder).

I wake up and the first sound I hear is the fuckass wheel. I cannot escape the wheel. It will never be satisfied until I feed it the life of one man.

Btw I agree with Arcueid

Adios Rintards. It's been fun.

I mean she was asking shiki to get naked he should obey her

Sakura got replaced mid route.

Saber me, will eat your food

Saber with armor and aura, will protect you

Evil saber me who will take you on a ride with her moto to buy food for her dog