Chapter 6: Our Epic Journey Begins… In Literal Diarrhea
’Her divine sweat is touching my body!’
Majestria was resting her chin on the top of Finn’s head, her sweat dripping down onto him like divine condensation from a heavenly armpit.
In most cases, he would’ve died for this kind of intimacy—but right now, this was despair. Pure, uncut, soul-wrenching agony. Never in his life had he wanted a shower this badly. Or a hazmat suit.
They were deep within the forest heading to who-knows-where. Finn had taken a random guess and just committed, like a guy clicking "Accept All Cookies" on his fate.
Majestria’s breathing was soft and steady—clearly exhausted from everything. He could feel her chest rising and falling against his back. Her plumpy breasts moved like stress balls of divine weight and tragedy.
Honestly, it was the only thing keeping him from mentally collapsing.
As they trudged through the endless trees, seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. Time had lost all meaning.
The current state of the duo could only be described as tragic. They looked like SpongeBob and Patrick gasping on dry land. Crusty. Dry. Dead inside.
But at long last—like a cruel RPG throwing them one mercy—they reached the edge of the forest.
Finn’s eyes, previously hollow and devoid of all light, suddenly ignited with hope. A spark of life! A fragment of joy!
Majestria saw it too. She started smacking his head like a game show contestant slamming the buzzer.