Jonathan sold his body.
What the fuck?
Young Aether stared at his friend, his expression frozen between disbelief and horror.
Jonathan merely chuckled, as though he had confessed to something completely ordinary. "There is no need to be surprised, and no, I did not force myself to do it. I simply used the deal to gain some leverage. That's all."
"B-But..."
Before Young Aether could gather his thoughts, Jonathan slid the bag towards him.
"Check it. Was that enough?"
"Man... that's so fucked up." Young Aether immediately shoved the bag back with a frustrated scowl.
"There was never any need for you to do something like that. I mean... fuck, I don't even need this anymore. Take it back and give it to that horny bitch."
Jonathan calmly pushed the bag toward him once again, almost amused by his reaction.
"As I said before, this isn't anything serious. In fact..." A sly grin slowly spread across his face as he leaned comfortably against the seat.
