>>15212552There's admittedly something very intoxicating about Miss Leading when you sit down and genuinely think about her. N-Not that you *DO* or wish to pursue that.
It's just that, for a young lady she certainly has some...features...about her that stick out prominently in your faggot mind. For instance, the way her curves are, how your hands seem to connect with those curves like a puzzle piece, how she walks with a well-deserved air of superiority, the polite sweetness in her cool voice, and how sometimes when she paces herself her breasts give off small jiggles here and there.
But goddamn the biggest thing has to be the ZR, damn....just, DAMN, THAT ZR SHOULD BE ILLEGAL as far as you're concerned, but it isn't. Thank fuck it isn't. You would climb those legs like monkey bars all day if you had a mind to.
Yet you can't. You remind yourself that for reasons intentionally made ambiguous, she doesn't want to pursue in any sort of romance with you. Whether it's because she holds no interest in you altogether, or she wants to focus primarily on her reporting objective, or whether she gets joy out of crushing the hearts of little boys, you'll never know.
At least not now. All you know for sure is that she considers it her own burden.
"Uh..." you cough awkwardly, attempting to let Miss know that you acknowledge and still remember what she told you a few nights back. You approach Gavrel, "Um... Can it be a hug...?"
He shrugs, "Sure, whatever, just touch her, man."
You take a deep breath and begin chanting inside of your mind, 'This is for mystical objects, this is for mystical objects, this is for mystical objects, this is for mystical objects, this is for mystical obj-.'
"It's okay, Calem. You shouldn't be overreacting."
