[ No. No, no. He can't think this way. He can't want her this way. He's not supposed to be a lover. He's a friend. A friend, a friend, a friend̷,̴ ̶a̷ ̶f̵r̴i̷e̴n̸d̶-̸-̵
Monika gasps when he moves, then again when he slides himself free. She can immediately feel more seed creeping to the floor and pooling beneath her to join the rest of their combined mess. A mess she should've fought to keep from happening. The same mess that the aphro is pushing for her to keep enjoying, because who doesn't want to love and be loved?
She lies there, lifeless, gaze locked on the same casket ceiling and afraid to budge elsewhere. It gets no better when he finally speaks. All she does is wheeze quietly, willing herself to release her shaking hand from his and failing to do so. ]
I...
[ Can she do it? Can her usual M.O. do the trick? Can she gaslight him, just a bit? ]
What did I say?
[ She's probably digging another hole at this point. ]
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Monika gasps when he moves, then again when he slides himself free. She can immediately feel more seed creeping to the floor and pooling beneath her to join the rest of their combined mess. A mess she should've fought to keep from happening. The same mess that the aphro is pushing for her to keep enjoying, because who doesn't want to love and be loved?
She lies there, lifeless, gaze locked on the same casket ceiling and afraid to budge elsewhere. It gets no better when he finally speaks. All she does is wheeze quietly, willing herself to release her shaking hand from his and failing to do so. ]
I...
[ Can she do it? Can her usual M.O. do the trick? Can she gaslight him, just a bit? ]
What did I say?
[ She's probably digging another hole at this point. ]