Chapter 68: You are Signing Me up to Be Your Pleasure Slave!
Majestria launched herself at Finn like a divine linebacker and tackled him straight to the floor, shaking the entire room like someone just dropped a wardrobe full of bowling balls.
Chaos immediately followed.
She straddled him and began smacking his face rapid-fire, like a cat slapping another cat during a turf war.
Smack! Smack! Smack! His cheeks were turning redder than a baboon’s behind during mating season.
"STOP!!" Finn cried out, flailing like a fish with stage fright.
Chestelle panicked. She scurried over, grabbing at Majestria’s arm, desperately trying to pull her off like a child breaking up a parental brawl—but gender-flipped and way more violent.
Meanwhile, Lickthorn watched with a glimmer in her eye—content, fascinated, and wiggling her ass with glee like she was watching two gorillas duke it out in a wildlife documentary narrated by Morgan Freeman. If Morgan Freeman had a foot fetish and a criminal record.
Chestelle kept tugging on Majestria’s arm. "Stop it! Stop it!" But Majestria tossed her with one hand, shoving her off like she was brushing away a fly.
And that’s when it happened.
Poof!
Chestelle immediately transformed back into her chest form, slamming into the floor—mouth agape like a treasure mimic with trust issues.
Majestria’s arm was still mid-swing when the mimic-lid snapped closed on it.