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>All of that actually happens exactly as described.
Dumbbell is left gazing upon the titanic fist-cumming cocks-craper ravaging her carefully crafted dreamland
and she just sits on her butt, quietly watching Rin as the rookie is sent flying and howling for the seventh time in a row, leaving yet another crater amidst the clouds. That perma-smile, it softens into a mischievous smirk. After a while, and since Rin is still being flung around by her own machinations, Dumbbell stands from the clouds and for the first time the rain of havoc hits her too, rag-dolling her around over and over as she keeps getting hit.
At some point, the cock rising from the horizon goes limp and quiet. Left splattered on the clouds near each other, neither Rin or Dumbbell speak until the first one slowly shifts to a sitting position. She still doesn't address the Coordinator, not even when Ciel's shadow hugs because she sat by her side, not even when the endless dust settles.
What the dust leaves behind is a graveyard of endless gigantic arms, all veiny, all rock hard, emerging from the ground like the tombstones of every bodybuilder that has ever been, extending as far as girls can dream. Also, this graveyard is on the surface of the moon. Also, someone jacked off all over the moon for one eternity or two.
Dumbbell: Rin-chan: why do you like penises so much?
Rin shrugs.
Rin: They look funny.
Both are dripping wet, covered in dust, and in complete disarray, yet their clothes retained their shape. Dreams lack details; at times, not enough to lose their meaning.
>Rin feels like a Buddhist.
