《End Boss》End Boss 57
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We step into a dusty labyrinth of books and notes. Parts of people are torn apart and thrown around the place in a style that begs the question if it was done on purpose or not.
We walked into a clearly demented place. There were pictures of the old me thrown up around the place and some abstract drawings labeled the soul of the god of beauty and love and the rest hand the severed faces of woman stapled to the wall I watched as Kung mixed and match until she approached me with a almost perfect copy of Reds face.
She then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into a small room out the back her piles of books and beds with a Sahara reading one with a face of great pain.
I look in the corner and a pile of well beautiful corpses lay there each had their own sense of beauty. “ I know you are not in necrophiliacs… I don’t this thats the word? Well I know you are not into corpe fucking but please know that my entire being is ready for you whenever you please. I can take anyone's face or body if you ever diesire anyone else than me. I wil-“
“ Aaaaa! When the fuck did you to get here!”
Sharsha interrupts us with a scream then a calm sentiment mix within her voice.
Kung how body rolls it muscles as if well in the middle of an organism. Absolute hate. That is how I would describe Kung see there is one thing Kung hates it the feeling of powerlessness one gets when no one pays attention to them. It’s results in her getting extremely attached to ‘few’ individuals.
Me and me and I. That’s about it.
But she controls herself. I pick up one of the books laid around Kungs ‘room’ I don’t think she sleeps. Like at all.
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An Adria appears! She looks at the bed takes a few steps back and leaps belly first onto… me. She jumps at me while looking at the bed. I was completely fooled!
Kung bites her lip and quivers slightly. I look back at the book and bloody hell her handwriting is bad. What language is this? Did she make her own! What letter is that? A t or an X. I don’t know.
I grab Kung and Adria and lifted them over my shoulders I than take them and sit them in front of a blackboard with some chalk. It just happens to be next to the bed.
I write the letter A.
“ What is this? Anyone.”
Shara. Oh fuck what was her name again?
Oh well sha- no Bubbles grunts as if she’s having a migraine. It’s honestly impressive she's stuck to it so long.
“ Is it a letter. Hehehe” Good Adria here's a snack.
Kung pouts at me. “ What the hell!... Don’t dense protagonist me! You know where I was going.”
I wrote D next. just felt like it.
“ It's the one that makes the da sound!” Adria spoke quickly.
“ No fare! No fare she answered before Gre- Varon asked the question she cheated! “
“ Hehehe you have much to learn my younger sister.” Adria played with an imaginary mustache as she laughed sinisterly and covered her hand over her mouth while she shot argumentative looks at Kung who was now steaming at the ears and had turned Red.
I wrote C next.
Kung launched into action and jumped Adria. Adria retaliated by bites her and I got to watch an amazing thing. A little girl eating the face of my love Red on Kungs body the former loil.
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It was a war of loil a great war!.
I got bored of it so I put my foot between it.
But Kung turn to me and started making C noise at me.
“ Ok Kung got it this time… you will get a reward later.”
“ Can it be anal.”
I feel over at the unexpected request.
“ Adria shoot up and then turned to me and looked me deep in the eye. “ Is it tasty?”
“ Aaaaaa” before I could answer Kung did so for me. “ Only when its Varon.”
“ Then instead of a snack Adria wants anal.”
“ Oh oh when your older and find the right person.”
“ So I can eat it from corpses.” I don’t get a word in before Kung. “ I would never use a corpse it has to be from Varon or its cheating.”
“ Ok then Varon.” Adria turns to face me her hands tucked under her chest and she looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes “ Can I have the anal?”
“No I am not into children.”
“ THAT'S NOT FAIR! YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE IT TO… um NASTY TASTING LADY BUT NOT ME! YOU DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A SNAKE WHEN I GOT THE D”
She stormed out.
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I Ren am a good man so when I saw a crying Adria come running to me I decided to welcome her. She leaped into my lap and started balling her eyes out.
“ VA BA WAAAAA WAAAA” Or so she cried.
“ Whats the matter Adria?”
“ Varon… he WAAAA WAAA VARON GAVE ME THE D!”
Huh?
What sorry I think I missed heard there. What did she say… was it death to lolicons? I think I heard death to loilcons.
“ BU BU BUT! He wouldn’t let me get ANAL!”
“ VARON! What the fuck have you been doing to her you… ahhh it must be a miss understanding yeah. Adria be more clear. Yep.”
“ VA- VARON he he ah he grab me and took me over to a bed and then he gave me the d.”
MOTHER FUCKER!
“ He said that WAAA WAA I would get a REWARD! But he! Anal! Waaaa waaaa waaa”
This! How could he! To think be was perverted to such a degree to take advantage of Adria… I should be careful I may be a guy but if he is willing to get children he might not not mind if they are guys as well!
“ Thank you Adria! your noble sacrifice has put me on high alert . I thank you for your sacrifice. By the way does your butt hurt?”
She pushes me away and looks at me like I am a criminal. And she slowly backs away back into the place she just came from.
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