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I want to utterly mindbreak Giri. I'd earn her trust by being the perfect gentleman, wining and dining her after her shift at Onimart and being perfectly respectable of her boundaries. Eventually she'll work up the courage to show me the most intimate part, her uncovered horns. She'd take me to her candlelit bedroom and blush as she delicately removes her golden horn caps, unveiling the ultra-sensitive pink flesh underneath.
She'd then sit between my legs on the bed and with a quiet, trembling voice tell me I could very gently touch them. Even tracing them with my fingertips would make her body tense up and make her suck in air sharply as the amazingly packed clusters of nerves in her horns begin to fire. Then I would make my move. I'd grab her horns and begin to cruelly manhandle them, twisting and pulling on the firm yet soft in-built handlebars. Her surprised screech would be cut off instantly as her brain begins to drown in endorphins, any rational thought dissolving away into pure pleasure. Her legs would kick out wildly under my assault, balling up the bedcovers as her dilated eyes threaten to roll back completely into her skull. She might have been a powerful warlord in the past but not even her battle-hardened mind could begin to comprehend what she's going through in this moment.
As I start to bend them back and forth her personality would truly die. She'd begin to make guttural, almost primitive noises like a chimp in heat as her frontal lobe completely gives up. Her hips would begin to buck wildly as she tries to fuck the air itself, anything to make her brain buzz even harder with chemical bliss. In this moment I’d realise there’s nothing left of the old Giri. I’d lean down and bite into her horn, not enough to break it but enough to leave teeth marks deep in the flesh, branding her like cattle, like living meat. It’s just a shame the symbolism would be completely lost on her at this point.
