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You snatch Carol’s phone from her warm alive hands with ease. She tries to grab it back like a brat, but her movements are too erratic to do so.
“Nope.” You won’t do the massage. “You need to admit my cake is delicious first.”
But instead of listening to your words, Carol did the one thing she was avoiding: looking you in the face. Once she did, the idol bounces backwards until she drops off the bed and is out of view, like an energy beam struck her whole being with great force. You’re concerned, but before you can check on what state the brainwashing musician is, she stands up! Her body is spasming without any signs of slowing down, her clothes are gone except for her underwear, and she averts her eyes from you…
“D-Don’t shove your face in front of me!” Carol complains as she collapses back on the bed, face down like an SoL card.
“Carol, you—”
“Yeah, I’m almost naked again, your pleasure, not mine!” Carol grabs a pillow to hold in front of herself for extra protection. “~~GuuuUUuuh~~!” She moans briefly.
“My pleasure was baking the cake, and yours was eating it. Wouldn’t you agree?” You continue being petty.
“No!!!” Carol starts having another huge fit, gripping the pillow helps her a little. “Why are you like this?! The cake’s effect is gone for you! Weren’t you nice to the point of obliviousness?! What happened to the guy who tore down the cult?! Hmm?! I miss *that* hubby.”
“Carol, I’m not asking much.” You stand your ground.
“You’re asking me to break my mind!” Carol shouts as she kicks the bed in a tantrum.
“It’s not that different from what you did to everyone, don’t you think?” You gave her the benefit of the doubt during the cult raid. Now after the concert? You have to be somewhat skeptical.
“I learned my lesson! I won’t do it again! I’ll even forgive you about the phone! Is that good enough?!” Carol pleads.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” You smile. “Now, tell me I’m right about the cake, and we’re golden.”
“~~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! ~~” Carol starts kicking the bed out of sheer anger. “NO! I’ll never say that! Your cake is awful! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I won’t ever lose my mind to it! Or you! Or anyone! Now look me in the eye and start fixing me!” The stubborn idol evokes poignancy with one decisive look…
…If she could. She looks like she wants a hug, and a kiss, and for someone to pamper her lots and lots! Or is she angry? Does she want to rip your face off with kisses? Either way, your ex-wife is adorable, personality aside, you can tell why you fell for her. Now the dilemma is what you’re going to do with this despicable idol.
