The Anatomy of Jason's Assets

The Faze members continued their perverted dissections of Jason's body, their conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to another. They discussed the shape of his calves, the curve of his shoulders, and even the brightness of his brown eyes. The room was filled with their laughter and jokes, each one trying to outdo the others in their ridiculous observations. Just as they were getting into a heated debate about Jason's thigh-to-waist ratio, the door swung open and Jason walked back inside. He raised a brow as the room fell silent, his eyes scanning the faces of his friends. "What's going on?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. But no one said a word. They all just stared at him, their faces frozen in awkward grins. Jason's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "Come on, what were you guys talking about?" he pressed, taking a step further into the room. The silence was palpable, and Jason's eyes began to dart around the room, searching for someone to break the silence. That's when Rage spoke up, a sly smile spreading across his face. "We were just admiring your pretty ass, Jason," he said, his voice low and teasing. Jason's face flushed a deep shade of red as he stood there, his eyes wide with embarrassment. The others couldn't resist chiming in, their comments flying fast and furious. "Yeah, it's like a work of art," Ron said, chuckling. "I know, right?" Silky added. "It's like a masterpiece." Lacy quipped, "A masterpiece that's going to get him a lot of attention." Max spoke up, his voice a little quieter than the others. "I don't know, man. I think his thighs are pretty nice too." Jason just stood there, his flush deepening as he listened to their comments. He didn't know what to say, his face burning with embarrassment. Adapt, who had been quietly observing the conversation, finally spoke up. "Guys, come on. Let's not make Jason too uncomfortable," he said, his voice a little softer than usual. But the others just laughed, their teasing continuing unabated. Jason's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route or a way to deflect the attention. But for now, he was stuck, his face burning with embarrassment as his friends continued to dissect his body like a science experiment.