Chapter 45: We Did Not Have Sex, Thank You Very Much!
"Did you two have rough sex?!"
The words that fell from Lickthorn’s mouth hit Finn harder than any demonic chicken peck ever could. Not because he was offended—oh no. He just wished they were true.
"Wh-what?!" Finn stumbled back, hands up like he was dodging a spell. "I—I WISH! I mean—I DON’T! I mean—IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!"
Chestelle’s eyes widened, but not with excitement—jealousy. Full-blown monster girl heat. Her fingers curled toward her mouth. "So you did it with her. You stuck your genitals into one another."
"NO ONE HAD SEX!" Finn cried. "All she did was dive off who knows where and beat a chicken to death! That’s it!"
Lickthorn leaned in, starry-eyed. "So that’s what post-orgasmic divine bliss looks like..." She started to drool.
"PLEASE stop saying weird sex stuff in public!" Finn snapped. "There are people! There are books! There’s a dead chicken! Have some respect!"
Though deep down... even he had to admit... this was exactly how he’d act if the roles were reversed. Was he mad because they were perverts, or because they were perverts before he could be?
Chestelle giggled. "Lickthorn’s just mad she wasn’t the first girl to get railed into a coma~"
Finn’s jaw dropped. "I—I’m gonna pass out. I think I’m gonna pass out for real."
Arsenio, still wheezing from the stairs, raised a weak hand. "Can we... not say ’unconscious’ and ’railed’ in the same sentence? Like, ever again?"
Finn groaned, eyes twitching. "This is the weirdest post-battle regroup of all time."