AFTER the title disappeared, the scene showed the glasses guy standing outside a tall office building, looking up with a nervous but determined expression. He was dressed in a cheap suit and carried himself like someone on their first day at a new job. Once inside, his first day did not go well. People kept calling his name and handing him things to do. He ran around in a panic, tripping over his own feet and bumping into coworkers. Every time he tried to finish one task, someone gave him another. His clumsiness was hard to watch.

But Wulfric did not really care about all that. His mind was still stuck on the part where it looked like the glasses guy was about to get railed by his boss. He glanced down at Aster. The other showed no strange reaction. He just kept watching the screen, even reaching over to grab one of the popcorn buckets from the side table and eating from it. Did he not watch that opening scene?

Wait, was he the only one who noticed? Had his settings been changed somehow? Was he watching an adult movie while Aster was seeing something completely different?

Wulfric’s confusion continued as the scene changed again. The glasses guy was now walking through the hallway carrying a cardboard drink holder with several cups of iced tea. He moved as fast as he could without spilling anything, but as he turned the corner, he ran straight into another person. The drink holder flew out of his hands. Iced tea splashed everywhere. The glasses guy fell backward onto the floor, covered in cold liquid, while the person he bumped into stood over him with an annoyed look.

The annoyed man turned out to be the same big guy from the opening scene. He stared down at the glasses guy, then his eyes moved to the guy’s chest. The white shirt had gone almost see through from the liquid, clinging to his skin and showing more than it should. The glasses guy’s nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric. Wulfric stared at the screen. What was that shirt even made of? Paper?

The glasses guy apologized quickly, his voice shaking. "Sorry. I am so sorry."

The big guy only grunted, then turned and walked away without looking back.

The glasses guy kept bumping into the big guy. It happened twice more after the first time. Each time, he apologized, and each time, the big guy just grunted and walked away. But on the third time, the big guy lost his patience. He grabbed the glasses guy by the arm, pulled him into a supply room, and shut the door behind them.

The glasses guy backed against the wall. His eyes were wide behind the thick frames.

"W-what do you want, sir?" he asked in a shaky voice.

The big guy narrowed his eyes at him. He said nothing at first. He just walked to a wooden chair in the corner of the supply room and sat down. Then he reached out, grabbed the glasses guy by the arm, and pulled him down until he was lying face down across his lap.

The glasses guy let out a small yelp. "Sir? What are you—"

The big guy pulled down his pants without a word. Then he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the glasses guy’s bare skin. A loud slap echoed in the small room.

"This is what happens when you don’t watch where you’re going," the big guy said. He slapped him again. "Again and again, you bump into me. Spill things on me. Make a mess."

Another slap. The glasses guy whimpered and grabbed at the floor.

"You need to learn some discipline."

Wulfric’s eyes went wide again. For the second time, he didn’t know what was happening. He glanced down at Aster. The other seemed completely invested in what they were watching, his eyes fixed on the screen, still eating popcorn like nothing was wrong. Now he was even reaching for a soda and taking a drink. Did he not see any of this?

"Are you... enjoying this, Aster?" he asked carefully.

Aster looked up at him with a small smile. "Hmm? Yeah. Are they not cute?"

Cute? What part of any of this was cute? Were they seriously watching two different movies?

Wulfric turned his gaze back to the screen, still confused. The movie went on, showing the same pattern over and over. The glasses guy would do something clumsy, and the big guy would punish him for it. Each time a scene like that played, Wulfric glanced down at Aster. But he could not read any expression on his face that would tell him they were seeing the same thing.

Then came what seemed like the turning point in the glasses guy and big guy’s relationship. The big guy saw the glasses guy talking to another man from a different department. He did not look happy about it. He called the glasses guy to his office, and that was when the opening scene from the beginning of the movie played again. But this time, it did not cut away.

The big guy unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants. Wulfric’s hand shot up and covered Aster’s eyes before his brain could even catch up. No way. Absolutely not. He was not about to let Aster see another man’s junk on screen. And then he made the mistake of glancing down at the big guy’s exposed area. His face twisted. It looked like an elephant’s trunk just appeared on the screen.

How was that even possible? Was that thing real? Or was it some kind of prosthetic? Because there’s no way someone could have that kind of size. That’s bordering over monstrous. Did this production hired some kind of alien? Should he be worried about their galactic safety?

When the two started going at it and the wet squelching sounds filled the room, Wulfric felt like he was about to lose it. He had no interest in watching other people do that. He reached toward the floating control panel to turn it off, but then he heard soft laughter coming from Aster.