[Have another growl of agony, Sylvain. You're really working her last nerve here.]
Jeez, you r-really are shameless. I wouldn't b-be surprised if your third leg rotted and fell off one day... [He's probably caught some rare venereal disease by now. She'd put money on it if she had any. There's no way he's chaste.
There's a third grumble when he mentions fingers, growing ever more animalistic. She can't deal with this. It's not fair. She's just a delicate maiden! Adrift in a lonely foreign land! Virginal, true to her one and only love! How is she supposed to cope with this lascivious piece of trash, taunting her with mind and body alike? Putting lewd images in her head, making a joke out of her unfulfilled desires.
Well, she'll have the last laugh someday. Fukawa may be ugly, but she's going to get the man of her dreams and live out every last fantasy she's ever had. Byakuya-sama even shortened the distance he demands she keep away from him at! Down from 100 meters to 50! Soon they'll be holding hands, practically married...
Cloth falls over her head and she gasps, ripping at it to free herself. Right. She's just got to get out of this dump first.]
Wh-what are— [It's clothes. She tugs the shirt to its full breadth, puzzled, looking up to him for answers. Though her mouth purses tight at the undone tie, the way the too-small shirt pulls at his muscles (as if she needs the reminder of how cut he is), she feels rather relieved that he's not picked something worse. Fukawa rises slowly, surveying the offerings. They do seem better sized than the robes the locals offered her. She wouldn't be drowning in this.
However—]
Why d-do you say that? How would you know? [Her eyes narrow and her lip curls again.] Were you undressing me with your eyes this whole time? Or did you mistake me for a t-twelve year old boy and just grab something from the kid's section?
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Jeez, you r-really are shameless. I wouldn't b-be surprised if your third leg rotted and fell off one day... [He's probably caught some rare venereal disease by now. She'd put money on it if she had any. There's no way he's chaste.
There's a third grumble when he mentions fingers, growing ever more animalistic. She can't deal with this. It's not fair. She's just a delicate maiden! Adrift in a lonely foreign land! Virginal, true to her one and only love! How is she supposed to cope with this lascivious piece of trash, taunting her with mind and body alike? Putting lewd images in her head, making a joke out of her unfulfilled desires.
Well, she'll have the last laugh someday. Fukawa may be ugly, but she's going to get the man of her dreams and live out every last fantasy she's ever had. Byakuya-sama even shortened the distance he demands she keep away from him at! Down from 100 meters to 50! Soon they'll be holding hands, practically married...
Cloth falls over her head and she gasps, ripping at it to free herself. Right. She's just got to get out of this dump first.]
Wh-what are— [It's clothes. She tugs the shirt to its full breadth, puzzled, looking up to him for answers. Though her mouth purses tight at the undone tie, the way the too-small shirt pulls at his muscles (as if she needs the reminder of how cut he is), she feels rather relieved that he's not picked something worse. Fukawa rises slowly, surveying the offerings. They do seem better sized than the robes the locals offered her. She wouldn't be drowning in this.
However—]
Why d-do you say that? How would you know? [Her eyes narrow and her lip curls again.] Were you undressing me with your eyes this whole time? Or did you mistake me for a t-twelve year old boy and just grab something from the kid's section?