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>MEANWHILE...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EWaJB6PYPc"Elina, my love, which dress do you like better? If you ask me, I think the frills work better on you, but this is your wedding and you're the one who calls the shots sooo~"
With you out of the picture, Elina sits at the edge of Sean's bed with a look of eternal disgust on her face. Sean is fruitlessly trying to coax her into abiding to his ghastly fantasies by making her choose how her unwanted wedding will carry out.
She's found her clothes from earlier, but Sean refuses to give them back, apparently they're now sacred mementos of the day he NTR'd you out of tsunderedere (that means double love) panties.
"I don't like either of them, piss off." she says, legs and arms crossed, looking at anywhere but his cruel attempting-to-ugguu face.
She freezes up as he draws near to her, his voice tingles down the back of her neck, "If you don't choose, I'll just make all the decisions for you, you knoooow~"
"Do what you want, it's not going to happen."
"On the contrary my love, YOUR FIANCE IS DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!~ No one could have survived that minimum four-story fall into the deep dungeons below, and even if he did, HIS NECK SHALL BE FRACTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURED!~ And with such true love out of the way--you have no choice but to marry your delicious childhood friend, FINALLY, THE FRIEND WINS!"
Too close. Too close. His lips are right on her ear.
>What does Elina do next? 