[Oh, to see the tyrant topple so easily from a simple slap. Powerful, but still simple slap.
He's free, so he stands up to gloat over the fallen tyrant. Only to then, allow himself to be tackled back down into the blanket. An "oof" escapes his lips when Monika sits down on his chest and arms, groaning a little from her weight pressing him down.
Before he could even make the protest that his breasts and erect cock are laid bare out in the open, whatever words he has in mind for her are all thrown out the moment he receives a resounding slap to his face. Even the embarrassment of losing his modesty is completely gone in his mind.
Eyes wide, he blinks for a couple of times before slowly turning his head back to her, lids easing back down to his normal. A visible red mark is left on his swollen cheek. He could feel the rage behind that slap and the lingering anger that stings his cheek.
She's right. He doesn't fight back. Hundreds of ways he could think of to physically hurt Monika and throw her off her throne, but he'll enact none of them. He doesn't want to, unless Monika is about to do something life threatening.
However, that doesn't mean he lacks "ammo". Ammo that will infuriate sweet Monika. As she would know, Soundwave is not the type to talk much, but now she will learn that he's fully capable of banters and taunts.]
All that strength you mustered, and that was it? Disappointing, my Lord.
[What he's about to do next is uncouth. But he knows it'll anger her further than she already is and keep the disrespecting train going. No doubt his words are doing a good job at that already. Will he regret it? Probably, probably not. Whatever punishment he receives from her, he'll accept it because he loves his dear best friend so much, he's willing to let her get away with most things.
Oh, about the thing he's about to do? He spits on her. His aim is true and his spit hits her directly at the face. And there, a rare grin directing at his dominant above him, daring her to tame an increasingly unruly sub.]
rip soundy
He's free, so he stands up to gloat over the fallen tyrant. Only to then, allow himself to be tackled back down into the blanket. An "oof" escapes his lips when Monika sits down on his chest and arms, groaning a little from her weight pressing him down.
Before he could even make the protest that his breasts and erect cock are laid bare out in the open, whatever words he has in mind for her are all thrown out the moment he receives a resounding slap to his face. Even the embarrassment of losing his modesty is completely gone in his mind.
Eyes wide, he blinks for a couple of times before slowly turning his head back to her, lids easing back down to his normal. A visible red mark is left on his swollen cheek. He could feel the rage behind that slap and the lingering anger that stings his cheek.
She's right. He doesn't fight back. Hundreds of ways he could think of to physically hurt Monika and throw her off her throne, but he'll enact none of them. He doesn't want to, unless Monika is about to do something life threatening.
However, that doesn't mean he lacks "ammo". Ammo that will infuriate sweet Monika. As she would know, Soundwave is not the type to talk much, but now she will learn that he's fully capable of banters and taunts.]
All that strength you mustered, and that was it? Disappointing, my Lord.
[What he's about to do next is uncouth. But he knows it'll anger her further than she already is and keep the disrespecting train going. No doubt his words are doing a good job at that already. Will he regret it? Probably, probably not. Whatever punishment he receives from her, he'll accept it because he loves his dear best friend so much, he's willing to let her get away with most things.
Oh, about the thing he's about to do? He spits on her. His aim is true and his spit hits her directly at the face. And there, a rare grin directing at his dominant above him, daring her to tame an increasingly unruly sub.]