[ The embarrassed reaction does give her some satisfaction. A sign he's somewhat tamed. Maybe it would've been enough if it hadn't taken this much work to get him to submit. Maybe, if she'd been feeling more generous, or wanted to be a good friend. Maybe she would've been willing to give him a break, since it's already been an eventful sort of day.
It's never so easy with Monika. ]
Ahaha. How about that? You can teach an old pervert new tricks.
[ Her show ends. With excessive daintiness, she pulls up her dress and carefully slides the straps back into place. She wouldn't want anything dangling about and getting in the way for what she's about to do. He's technically following orders, yes. Not touching anything she vaguely specified. But he's still being an insolent asshole, so he must pay for his crimes. That's what friends are for. ♥
Her other shoe goes flying, landing a few feet away. She's whipped her legs around so fast, she shocks herself, but that shock's quickly put aside because she has a mech's avatar to choke. Well, "choke". Those athletic thighs she's been blessed with are now clamped around his neck, getting some remnants of his blood smearing onto them, but she pays no mind to it.
She sits up to get more leverage, aiming to drag his head down to the blanket, making the pressure as crushing as she can manage. While she has no intentions of actually hurting him, she's definitely got a look on her face that implies otherwise. Maybe she'll discover just how much force it takes to break a neck with thighs. ]
Stop. Disrespecting. Me.
[ There's a squeeze with each syllable for emphasis. How long, she wonders, will it take for him to fight back? Will he even try to? Either way, he's finally got a face full of all the pussy he could want. What a shame that he can't do anything with that turn of events. ]
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It's never so easy with Monika. ]
Ahaha. How about that? You can teach an old pervert new tricks.
[ Her show ends. With excessive daintiness, she pulls up her dress and carefully slides the straps back into place. She wouldn't want anything dangling about and getting in the way for what she's about to do. He's technically following orders, yes. Not touching anything she vaguely specified. But he's still being an insolent asshole, so he must pay for his crimes. That's what friends are for. ♥
Her other shoe goes flying, landing a few feet away. She's whipped her legs around so fast, she shocks herself, but that shock's quickly put aside because she has a mech's avatar to choke. Well, "choke". Those athletic thighs she's been blessed with are now clamped around his neck, getting some remnants of his blood smearing onto them, but she pays no mind to it.
She sits up to get more leverage, aiming to drag his head down to the blanket, making the pressure as crushing as she can manage. While she has no intentions of actually hurting him, she's definitely got a look on her face that implies otherwise. Maybe she'll discover just how much force it takes to break a neck with thighs. ]
Stop. Disrespecting. Me.
[ There's a squeeze with each syllable for emphasis. How long, she wonders, will it take for him to fight back? Will he even try to? Either way, he's finally got a face full of all the pussy he could want. What a shame that he can't do anything with that turn of events. ]