>>16045654Slowly, the crowd grows kinda dubious of the supposedly righteous act of beach justice.
It's enough for you to make the quick reversion from alpha to beta.
Your boner disperses, going back to normal size.
Skeeter's corpse slides off your dick and hits the sandy ground.
The crowd stares at what remains of Skeeter, then at you, then at Skeeter, then at you.
"HEY, I WANT MY MONEY BACK!"
"YEAH, WE CAME TO SEE A DANCE-OFF, NOT A FULL-BLOWN DEATH!"
"HEY GUYS EDGY MCEDGERSON OVER HERE THINKS HE CAN FUCKING KILL THE LOCALS WITH HIS DONGALONG BECAUSE IT'S 'FUN'!"
Miss Leading turns around to see all the beach-goers in a furious rage, she closes her magazine, places it in her purse, and sighs.
"To be fair, I warned him."
So in the end, you get the best of your beach rival l. HOWEVER. Your past experience with supernatural demons has made you so overpowered when it comes to conflict, you forget that it is possible to go overboard with this kinda stuff.
In retrospect, you've just murdered a non-supernatural entity after over-estimating his abilities.
Oops.
A) Ensue crowd chase sequence!
B) The crowd is so mad that they decide to tip over the lifeguard.
C) Return to your waifu and contemplate what went wrong.
