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"Yeah... Right now, I'd really like to watch some melodrama while enjoying ice cream... But the theater is destroyed, and television hasn't been invented yet, so I have to make do with this," thought Guion, helping Beata devour their strategic ice cream reserve because, on her own, she would definitely have gained a couple of extra pounds, and it's more fun to suffer together.
The strategic reserve wasn't destroyed for nothing – Beata was clearly in a better mood. Pushing the empty ice cream bucket away, she snuggled deeper into the blanket, pulling Guion closer – as was customary in ancient comforting rituals, they were eating ice cream in bed, wearing pajamas.
“Guion, which do you prefer, when I'm a strict mistress or a kind one?” she asked thoughtfully.
“Well, that’s quite a question,” he chuckled. “I think it depends on the mood. You know how to punish in a way that sometimes I want to do something just to spite you, just so you can punish me again,” he smirked.
“So that’s why you’re always stubborn and argue with me,” she smirked back in a similar way. “Well... I never punished you for hiding your apostolate from me...”
“Uh-huh, and then you’ll punish me for hiding your apostolate,” Guion thought. But he already understood what she was getting at and put on a frightened expression.
“My mistress, I hope the punishment won’t be too harsh...”
“Well, we’ll see! Such a lazy person like you deserves a good lesson! Someone’s beautiful behind is going to have a very bad time today!”
She pounced on Guion, covering them both with the blanket. *** “They should learn how to properly punish people,” Guion thought, glancing towards Lower Lunaria. Beata’s punishment turned out to be quite severe – either from the stress she had experienced or because she missed playing the role of a strict mistress – but he was already looking forward to her punishing him again...
“Maybe I really need to see a psychiatrist. After everything I’ve been through, I like this. Although... Who does this benefit?”
The strategic reserve wasn't destroyed for nothing – Beata was clearly in a better mood. Pushing the empty ice cream bucket away, she snuggled deeper into the blanket, pulling Guion closer – as was customary in ancient comforting rituals, they were eating ice cream in bed, wearing pajamas.
“Guion, which do you prefer, when I'm a strict mistress or a kind one?” she asked thoughtfully.
“Well, that’s quite a question,” he chuckled. “I think it depends on the mood. You know how to punish in a way that sometimes I want to do something just to spite you, just so you can punish me again,” he smirked.
“So that’s why you’re always stubborn and argue with me,” she smirked back in a similar way. “Well... I never punished you for hiding your apostolate from me...”
“Uh-huh, and then you’ll punish me for hiding your apostolate,” Guion thought. But he already understood what she was getting at and put on a frightened expression.
“My mistress, I hope the punishment won’t be too harsh...”
“Well, we’ll see! Such a lazy person like you deserves a good lesson! Someone’s beautiful behind is going to have a very bad time today!”
She pounced on Guion, covering them both with the blanket. *** “They should learn how to properly punish people,” Guion thought, glancing towards Lower Lunaria. Beata’s punishment turned out to be quite severe – either from the stress she had experienced or because she missed playing the role of a strict mistress – but he was already looking forward to her punishing him again...
“Maybe I really need to see a psychiatrist. After everything I’ve been through, I like this. Although... Who does this benefit?”
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