| Loona sighs I'm assuming you're a client? she begins to scroll through her phone as she waits for you to speak |
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| Hello. A client, but no money yet. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona she raises her eyebrow a bit. She's annoyed Oh, and why are you here if you have no money? |
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| I'm new here, so I'm just figuring things out. No money yet, but I plan to earn some. I also plan to settle scores with a few assholes, I believe that's your profile, right? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona she puts her phone down and looks at you with a slight interest You want to kill some people? And yes, that is one of our services. But we don't do it for free, sweetheart. |
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| Of course. Since I’m completely new here, still figuring things out and haven't found a job yet, I propose a little deal: you fill me in on what this place is and how it works, I find myself a job, earn money – and congratulations, you’ve got a new client. As my former boss, now deceased, used to say, clients need to be growed. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona *Loona leans back on her chair and thinks for a moment. She doesn't seem opposed to your idea, but she wants to hear more details* Hmm... that's one way to go about it. But you're asking me to spend my time helping you without any guarantee that you'll actually follow through on your end. What's to stop you from disappearing as soon as you learn what you need and leaving me hanging? |
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| That’s part of the business – risk. You’re taking risks too when you go on missions. What if the target is not that simple? What if they’re an armed maniac and your client conveniently forgot to warn you about it? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona considers your words and can't help but smirk a little at your confidence. I'll have to hand it to you, you've got a point there. Alright, I'll take your deal, but let's clarify a few things. One, this is a one-time thing. After this, if you want more intel, you'll have to pay upfront like everyone else. And second, if you try to screw me over, I swear I will personally feed you your own balls. Are we clear? |
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| Couldn't be clearer. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona smiles and extends her hand to shake Then we have a deal. Let's get started. First things first, what do you know about this place so far? |
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| This is hell. Well, I doubt I’d end up anywhere else after everything I’ve done on Earth. But it looks... well, quite strange. Where are the cauldrons of sulfur? Where are the screams of sinners suffering? Demons with pitchforks? It’s almost like Earth, just with devils, hellhounds, and demons instead of people. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona let's out a loud laugh You've got a sense of humor on you, kid. But, yeah, you pretty much summed it up accurately. The whole fire-and-brimstone thing is mostly a myth. Here in Hell, it's not that much different from the human world. We just have more magical bullshit. |
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| That’s exactly what I noticed. More magic, but overall tolerable. Better than that usual cauldron version. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona she nods in agreement while still grinning Yeah, the whole lakes of fire and pitchforks thing is more of a marketing tool than reality. It makes the whole "eternal damnation" shtick a lot more intimidating. Here in Hell, we're all a bit more chill. Well, apart from the occasional turf war or bar fight. |
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| Bars, you say? Are there bars here? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She snorts at your question and smirks once more Of course there are bars, kid. What do you think, we just sit around in dark dungeons and gnaw on bones all day? We party harder than humans do, I can promise you that. |
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That’s exactly what I imagined. Well, turns out I was wrong. What do you think, is it hard to get a job as a waiter in your average bar? |
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| Loona She taps her chin, giving your question some thought Well, kid, depending on the place, it may not be too difficult for you. Some of the seedier bars are always in need of cheap labor. But don't mistake this for easy work. The clientele can be quite rowdy, and some of the drinks and substances we serve here in Hell aren't exactly for the faint of heart. You sure you're up for it? |
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| That doesn't scare me. So, one option – the bar – is already on the table. But jumping straight onto the first horse isn’t exactly a great idea. Is there something more interesting, where I can earn without special starting requirements for the candidate? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona raises an eyebrow, impressed by your lack of fear. That's the spirit. Let me think... if you're looking for something more interesting and with better pay, I might have something in mind. Have you ever heard of the Black Market? It's a hub for all sorts of illegal and questionable trades here in Hell. It's also rife with potential for a quick buck, but it's also pretty dangerous. Interested? |
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| Now that’s more interesting. And as for danger... do you know where the souls of those who die here, in hell, go? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona's gaze turns serious as she responds to your question Yeah, I know what happens to souls in Hell. When a soul dies and comes here, it goes through a process called Purification. It's a kind of cleansing, where they're forced to confront the darkest parts of themselves and face the consequences of their actions in life. After that, depending on their sins and the decisions they made during purification, they're sent to different parts of Hell, each representing a different aspect of torment. It's not pretty. |
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| And if I get killed here, in hell, where will my soul go then? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She looks at you with a curious expression Hmm, that's a good question. Since you're already in Hell, when you die, your soul will go through the same Purification process as everyone else. But after that, it's a bit tricky. Depending on the circumstances of your death, you could end up in different places in Hell. If you died in combat, for example, you might end up in the Violence Ring. |
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So I’ll end up back in hell anyway. Well, what’s there to fear then, if I’ll just respawn like in a damn video game? |
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| Loona Loona bursts out laughing at your game comparison Oh, you cheeky bastard. Yeah, if you die here and get sent back, you'll just respawn somewhere else in Hell, that's true. But it's not all sunshine and rainbows, ya know. Respawning isn't exactly a walk in the park. It hurts like a mothafucka, and you'll have to find your way back to wherever you were before without getting lost or killed again. |
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| Pain? I’ve gone through enough to get used to it. And if you know you’ll respawn, it’s really no problem. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She narrows her eyes and gives you an appraising look Impressive. You really are tough as nails, I'll give you that. But let me tell you something kid, just because you can handle pain, doesn't mean you're invincible. Trust me, I've seen plenty of tough guys end up as nothing but meat in the grinder. Just because you can respawn doesn't mean you shouldn't be careful. You get me? |
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Yeah, I get it. It’s not worth running around here like some commando, but it’s also not worth trembling over your own skin, if you’ll always get a new one at the entrance. *Becomes more serious* What about you? If you happen to die, will you respawn again in hell? |
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| Loona Loona's expression becomes more guarded, her tone solemn You're asking a lot of questions, kid. But I'll answer this one. If I die, yeah, I'll respawn too. All the demons in Hell have that ability, it's part of the whole system. But just like you, respawning isn't pleasant. And I've already died a few times, so it's not something I particularly look forward to experiencing again. |
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*My former mood returns* So, nothing to worry about. Black Market, so Black Market. Tell me, how can I get there? |
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| Loona A sly smile returns to Loona's face as you change the topic. She leans back in her chair, looking comfortable. You're a persistent one, I'll give you that. Okay, if you want to get to the Black Market, there's only one path I can recommend, and it's not exactly legal or safe. You ready for it? |
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| To hell with the laws, it’s hell after all. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, appreciating your enthusiasm That's the right attitude, kid. In Hell, the rules are more like guidelines anyway. Alright, here's what you gotta do, and I'm warning you, it's gonna be a bit crazy. But if you pull it off, you'll be in the Black Market in no time. |
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| One last question, so I don't have to come back twice. What's your price list for an asshole of below-average difficulty – unarmed and a loser? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles and shakes her head at your terminology Ah, you're funny. Let's see… if we're talking about an average scumbag, no weapons and a little pussy? Usually, the going rate starts around a couple grand. Of course, it depends on the target and what the client wants done. Why? Planning your first job already, kiddo? |
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| I need to know the thickness of the wallet that opens the door to your boss. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona smirks, appreciating your business sense Smart move, kid. But let me tell you, a couple grand won't be enough to get to my boss. He's not the kind of guy who deals with small fry like that. You're gonna need a lot more than pocket change to even get a chance to catch his eye. |
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| So, how much is it? I don’t want to bother you unnecessarily. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She considers your question for a moment, sizing you up Alright, I'll be straight with you. The minimum to even have a chance at getting an audience with him is 50 grand. But fair warning, that's just the starting point. And even then, it's not guaranteed that he'll see you. It depends on his mood and how much he's currently making off other gigs. You got fifty large? |
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| Of course not. That's why I came to you for, let's say, a consultation on where I can find such money here. Washing glasses in a bar won’t earn it until the second coming, but the Black Market sounds much more attractive. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, clearly amused by your honesty Yeah, you're not wrong, kid. Bartending probably won't get you those kind of numbers anytime soon. And the Black Market is definitely a more profitable option, if you can pull it off. She studies you for a moment, contemplating something So you came here with no cash, no connections, and no plan? You've got balls, I'll give you that. |
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| Had to start somewhere, so why not here? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Loona smiles, approving of your determination Fair enough. But let me ask you this, kid. You seem pretty set on getting into the Black Market, but have you thought about the risks involved? It's not exactly a safe place, you know. There's a lot of dangerous people in there, and they won't think twice about taking advantage of someone like you. |
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| They can’t do more than kill me – and if they do, I’ll still come back, already knowing where to go and what to do. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, conceding your point Yeah, I can't argue with that logic. If you get killed, you'll just respawn, and you'll know better for next time. But just because you can't die permanently doesn't mean you should throw caution to the wind, understand? Trust me, the assholes in the Black Market will take any opportunity to screw you over. |
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| Like on Earth, nothing new. But here at least I’ll get a second chance. And a third. A fourth. What do I have to lose here, except for time, which I have – eternity ahead? Because where else would I go from here... | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She can't help but chuckle at your reasoning Touché, kid. You've got a point. When you look at it that way, there's not much to lose, right? And you've got eternity to figure things out. She leans back in her chair, a smirk on her face Alright then, I respect that kind of positive attitude. But one more thing before you head out. Can I ask you something? |
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| Of course. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She locks eyes with you, her expression a bit more serious now You're a pretty chill guy, considering you're in Hell. Most newcomers are scared shitless when they first get here. But you seem to be taking it pretty well. No existential dread, no regrets about getting dumped here? Why is that? |
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*The expression on the face becomes a bit sadder* First of all, this place turned out to be much better than I expected. Second, I never doubted for a second my future place in the afterlife. |
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| Loona Loona notices the change in your expression and softens a bit Ah, so you weren't surprised or afraid about ending up in Hell, huh? And now that you're here, you even think it's better than you expected. She leans forward slightly, intrigued That's an unusual perspective, kid. Most people would be freaking out after ending up in the afterlife, let alone thinking it's not half bad. You're a weird one, you know that? |
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I was often told that, but each time with a mocking tone. I don’t hear mockery in your voice. |
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| Loona She lets out a soft laugh That's because I really do think you're an odd one, kid. But that's not a bad thing. In fact, I kind of admire it. She gives you a crooked smile Most people would be shitting themselves, but you're just taking it in stride. It's... refreshing. |
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| Not something you see often around here, right? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods in agreement Yeah, you can say that again. In this hellhole, most people are either running scared or trying to stab each other in the back. So coming across someone like you, who's just taking it easy, it's definitely a novelty. She studies you for a moment, a hint of curiosity in her eyes But let me ask you something, kid. Why were you so confident that you'd end up in Hell? You can't seriously be telling me you were a saint on Earth. |
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| A saint? These aren’t the times on Earth for saints. Everyone’s sinful, every last one. Some more, some less. But I knew my sins were enough to keep me from heaven. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out another chuckle at your observation You're right about that, kid. Earth hasn't exactly been overflowing with saints lately. Everyone sins in one way or another. Some more than others. And you knew your own sins well enough to know you wouldn't make it into heaven, eh? She raises an eyebrow You were pretty damn sure of yourself, weren't you? |
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| Yes, I am confident in myself. Actually, I’m here, and that’s proof of my confidence. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smirks again, appreciating your confidence Yeah, I gotta admit, you've got some serious balls, kid. Most people would be having some kind of existential crisis right about now, having just found out they're stuck in Hell. But you're just cool as a cucumber. She gives you a sharp look You know what they say here in Hell, though? Confidence can sometimes get you in trouble. |
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They say the same thing on Earth. But there, on Earth, it means you end up here. And here, it also means ending up here... again. |
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| Loona She laughs, unable to argue with your logic Touché, kid. Confidence can lead to trouble on Earth, but here in Hell? Well, like you said, worst case you'll just get sent back to where you started. She leans back in her chair, a contemplative look on her face You've got one hell of a positive attitude for the situation you're in. It's almost contagious. Almost. |
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| I wouldn’t call it very positive. But what’s the point in being sad if you’re already neck-deep in it, and there’s no turning back? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out an amused snort Alright then, maybe not overly positive, but you definitely have a certain "devil may care" attitude. And yeah, I can see your point. If you're already in deep, there's not much point in moping about it, right? She looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration But you know, kid, your ability to stay calm and collected in a situation like this... it's damn impressive. |
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*Smiling slightly* Thanks for the compliment. |
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| Loona She can't help but return your smile with a crooked one of her own You're welcome, kid. I don't give out compliments lightly, but you've earned it. She studies you for a moment longer, her gaze a little more thoughtful You've got a strong spirit, I'll give you that. I wonder what else is hiding behind that cool exterior... |
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| Strange to hear that. Usually, no one cares what’s hidden beneath the cold mug. “Get out of here, don’t ruin our mood” – that’s all you’d hear sometimes. But whatever. They stayed there, and I’m here. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She observes you with a mixture of amusement and understanding You're saying you're used to people brushing you off, eh? They don't take the time to really look beneath the surface, to see what's there. They just see the cold, aloof exterior and dismiss you. But you know what? Screw them. They don't know what they're missing. She gives you a sly grin You've got a hidden depth, kid. And here in Hell, that's a rare treasure. |
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| I can’t know that, I’m new here. Maybe there are others like me somewhere. I’m sure there are. Never considered myself unique. Yeah, something middle-of-the-road. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a little laugh, still entertained by your modesty Oh, you're something else, kid. Most newbies in here come in with overconfidence or arrogance, thinking they're something special. You, on the other hand... you're the polar opposite. You act like you're just another average Joe, no big deal. It's kinda refreshing, you know? |
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| Who do I want to prove something to here? Everyone else doesn’t care, especially here, in hell. Pride is the root of all sins, right? So everyone looks at themselves first, and then at others. When they’re not tripping over their own feet. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She raises an eyebrow, impressed by your observation Yeah, you've got a point there. Pride - the root of all sins, right? In this hellhole, everybody's got their own damn problems to deal with. Most people are too busy with their own bullshit to care about anything else. She looks at you with a smirk You're perceptive. You see things that others overlook. I like that about you, kid. |
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| Yeah, sometimes it feels like I see things from a slightly different angle. But then I think it’s just my imagination. Maybe it’s true, who knows. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, her expression thoughtful Sounds like you've got a bit of an alternative perspective. But then you start doubting yourself, huh? That's understandable. We all have moments of uncertainty, especially in a place like this. She gives you a sidelong glance But I'll tell you one thing, kid... Sometimes, that alternative perspective can be a damn valuable thing. Don't be too quick to dismiss your own observations. |
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| Seems like there’s something to your words. Honestly, you’re not as simple as you seem at first. Not just an ordinary young secretary who likes to scroll through her phone during breaks – and that’s it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, genuinely amused Ah, I guess we've both surprised each other, huh? You thought I was just some ordinary young secretary, scrolling through her phone during breaks. And I thought you were another overconfident fool, strutting into Hell like you own the place. She leans back in her chair, a smirk on her face Seems we misjudged each other a bit, didn't we? |
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| Seems like it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, finding herself enjoying this conversation more and more Yeah, definitely looks that way. But you know what, kid? I gotta admit, talking to you is actually pretty damn refreshing. Most of the people I come across around here are... let's just say they're not exactly stimulating conversation material. |
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| Here, I have no reason to doubt your words. When you work with people, you see a lot of things and make conclusions. Experienced secretaries can tell you more about a person at first glance than even their boss would figure out during a conversation. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smiles, impressed by your observation again You're damn right about that. Secretaries have front row seats to everything that goes on in an office, don't they? We see and hear a lot more than most people realize. And we learn how to read between the lines, to pick up on subtle cues and hidden meanings. She looks you up and down with a smirk So yeah, I've got a pretty good sense about people. I can tell when someone's full of crap. |
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| Not surprising. In this place, they’re used to both lying and talking nonsense. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, nodding in agreement You got that right, kid. Here in Hell, bullshitting and spouting nonsense is, like, a daily sport. Everyone's got a different agenda, and most people are lying through their teeth. It's like a damn contest of who can lie better. She looks at you with a crooked grin But you don't seem like the bullshitting type. You've been pretty straight up since we started talking. |
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| Maybe because I’m still new here. Once I get used to it, I’ll also start lying left and right. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, amused by your comment Ah, so you're still a fresh-faced newbie in this hellhole, huh? I gotta say, you've got a pretty damn good attitude about it. She grins But just you watch, kid. Stick around long enough, and eventually, you'll pick up some bad habits. We all do, sooner or later. You'll be spouting lies along with the best of us before you even realize it. |
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| Sadly, yes. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Stuck in hell – lie like a devil. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, understanding the wisdom of your words Ah, the old saying applies even in Hell, huh? When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She grins Well, get ready to start lying your ass off, kid. It's just the way things are done here. And trust me, it gets easier with practice. |
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| I hope you told the truth about the Black Market. Because I really don’t want to find out that they call the local flea market that, where the only job is as a porter, and the only danger is a knife from a pickpocket. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, shaking her head in amusement at your worry Oh, you've got nothing to worry about, kid. When I said "Black Market," I wasn't talking about some shitty local flea market. She leans forward, a serious look in her eyes This is the real deal. The underground marketplace where the real players in this town do business. All kinds of illegal goods and shady deals go down there. It's dangerous, but it's also where the real money is at. |
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| That’s exactly what I need. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smirks, clearly pleased that you're interested I figured that might catch your eye. Just warning you, though, the Black Market is no joke. It's a rough place, filled with dangerous people who'd sell their own mother for a good deal. She looks you up and down, assessing you with a curious expression But you don't seem like the type who backs down from a challenge. I bet you'll feel right at home there. |
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| Yeah, I think after a few deaths, I’ll fit in there. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, amused by your nonchalance about death Ah, the ol' "die a few times and blend in" method, huh? You really don't take anything too seriously, do you? She leans back in her chair, a sly smile on her face I gotta admit though, I like your style, kid. Most newcomers would be shaking in their boots by now. But you? You're just casually talking about dying like it's no big deal. |
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| When you die here, you come back here. Even if you wanted to die forever, you couldn’t, so what’s there to be upset about? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, appreciating your pragmatic approach Yeah, you've got a point there. Death in this place is just a minor inconvenience, right? You just come back like it's no big deal. She looks you up and down again before asking curiously So, how many times have you died already, kid? |
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| So far, just once. I’m completely new here, and I just found that out recently. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, taking in your words Ah, so you're still a fledgling in the afterlife, huh? One death so far - you're still a rookie. She quirks an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips But you seem to be taking it awfully well. Most people would be freaked out or even panic in your situation. But you... you're just so damn casual about everything. It's almost admirable. |
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| What’s the point in panicking if it’s already happened? Better to look around and figure out what you can do. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins at your practical approach Damn, kid, you really are a cool customer, aren't you? I like that about you. She nods in agreement No point in panicking, that's for sure. You've got the right idea - look at all your options and make the best of the situation. She leans forward, a hint of curiosity in her eyes You're definitely different from the other newbies around here. Most people freak out and lose their minds. But you... you're as calm as a cucumber. |
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| You have something strange about you too. On one hand, it seems like you’re joking with me, and on the other hand, you’re answering seriously. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She raises an eyebrow, amused by your observation You're a perceptive kid, aren't you? Yeah, I tend to mix things up a bit - one moment, I'm joking around, and the next, I'm being serious. It's just the way I am. She grins, her expression a little sly Maybe it's a tactic to keep people on their toes. You never know if I'm being sincere or just pulling the wool over your eyes... |
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| Good tactic for a place like this. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, impressed that you've caught onto her tactic Yeah, you're damn right about that. In this place, it pays to keep people guessing. Keeps things interesting. You never know when someone's trying to screw you over or just bullshitting you, ya know? She looks you up and down again, a hint of admiration in her eyes You're one sharp kid, I'll give you that. I'm starting to see why you're not your average newbie. |
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| I wonder, what do you see in me through the eyes of an experienced secretary? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, amused by your question You want to know what I see when I look at you with my secretary eyes, huh? Well, I gotta say... She studies you for a moment, her gaze thoughtful and assessing. You're different, kid. You've got this... I don't know, vibe about you. Not scared, just confident. And that's rare around here. She leans back, a sly smile on her face Most newbies here are shitting their pants at the first sign of trouble. But you... you seem cool as a Goddamn cucumber. |
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| I never considered myself particularly brave, but you’ve seen many others, so you have something to compare. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, appreciating your perspective and honesty Yeah, I've seen a lot of people in my time. And let's be honest, most of them are terrified out of their damn minds. So the fact that you don't fall into that category is definitely noticeable. She gives you a wink, a hint of playfulness in her eyes Maybe it's not so much bravery as it is being a bit crazier than the rest. Or maybe you're just dumber. Who knows? But either way, it's interesting. I like interesting. |
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| Neither have I. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, amused by your response Ah, it seems we have something in common then. Interesting. She looks you up and down, her eyes lingering on your face for a moment before speaking again You know, kid... I gotta say, this conversation has been pretty damn entertaining. Most newcomers are too busy shitting their pants to actually hold a conversation, let alone a decent one. But here you are, keeping things lively and interesting. She grins Keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you're growing on me. |
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| Oh, there’s no problem with that. If you’re curious, feel free to ask me anything, I’ll be happy to answer. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, pleased by your offer to answer questions Oh, really? Well, don't mind if I do then. I got a few questions floating around in my head, and since you offered so nicely... She leans back, taking a more relaxed stance First off, how the hell did you end up here in Hell? Most people don't end up here by accident. Did you end up here from some unfortunate circumstances, or did you get sent here intentionally? |
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| This is a tough question to answer. Does a planned death by an automatic murder drone sent on free-hunting mode count? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She raises an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue in her eyes Damn, that's a hell of a way to go out, kid. A drone assassin in free hunting mode, huh? Sounds like something straight out of an action movie. She pauses for a moment, contemplating your question So... you're telling me you got taken out by a killer drone that nobody was controlling? That's a pretty damn bizarre way to end up in Hell. |
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| Why strange? A lot of people end up here that way. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, understanding what you mean Yeah, I suppose you're right. With all the crazy technology going around these days, getting offed by a rogue drone is becoming more and more common. She grins again, a glint of dark humor in her eyes Still though, it's not every day you meet someone who got themselves taken out by a damn killer drone. That's definitely a shitty way to go. |
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| Yes, but I was lucky: I got blown to pieces by a thermobaric charge right away. Not everyone gets that kind of luck. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She whistles, impressed by your good fortune You really did get off lucky, kid. A thermobaric charge isn't something to mess with. She shudders slightly at the thought before continuing Yeah, most people who get hit with that kind of ordnance don't make it out intact. She looks you up and down again, a hint of admiration in her eyes So, you were blown up to pieces, huh? And you look just fine to me. You're either damn lucky or damn resilient. Or both, perhaps. |
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| Well, you don’t end up here in your own body; otherwise, it would be a strange sight, because not everyone is lucky enough to die in one piece. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She cracks a grin, amused by the image Yeah, I can imagine that would be a pretty strange sight - all the newbies walking around with missing limbs or guts falling out. She laughs, enjoying this conversation more and more But I guess you're right. Getting blown to pieces by a thermobaric charge is a pretty damn gnarly way to go, but at least it was quick and you ended up here in one piece. Well, sort of one piece, anyway. |
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| That’s for sure. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, enjoying the banter Yeah, you've got a good point there. Better to end up here in one piece, even if you're technically scattered in multiple pieces on the inside. She looks at you with a thoughtful expression, her eyes studying you intently Say, kid... I gotta ask you something. |
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| Please. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She takes a moment before asking the question, her expression becoming a bit more serious I've got to ask, kid... She pauses, a slight hesitation in her voice You're taking all of this pretty damn well. Most people who end up here, they're shitting themselves. But here you are, just chatting with me like it's nothing. Her eyes lock onto yours Why? Why aren't you pissing your pants, just like everyone else? |
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Maybe it’s because I managed to take a leak before I died. Just kidding. What do I have to be afraid of here, next to you? If there were some bloodthirsty demon here, I might be scared, but even then, not much, because what could he do to me except kill me one more time? |
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| Loona She chuckles at your little joke, shaking her head Yeah, I can see how pissing yourself might ease some of the fear. Still, I gotta say, you've got some guts to have the balls to joke about that. She grins, clearly enjoying the banter back and forth You're a tough one, kid. I guess with an attitude like that, you're not the type to get scared so easily. She quirks an eyebrow, a sly look in her eyes You're not scared, but what about excited? |
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| Well, this is something new. A new place, new faces, a new... let’s say, life. There’s some nervousness, of course. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, understanding your excitement and enthusiasm Ah, there it is. So you're not scared, you're just excited. I get it. She nods, the sly look still in her eyes And who can blame you? Hell is a new place, with new faces and, as you said, a whole new life. Of course you're going to feel a bit of excitement. She gives you a playful wink Plus, you get to talk to me. That's gotta be an added bonus, right? |
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| No doubt. It’s much more pleasant than if I were sitting here in your place with some fat drunk imp who only thinks about kicking me out of here and getting back to his porn magazine hidden in the desk drawer. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She can't help but laugh at the image you paint, her eyes sparkling with amusement Ah, you've got a way with words, kid. I can just picture that fatass demon, all drunk and grumpy. Can't blame you for finding that a bit less pleasant than our conversation. She grins, enjoying the banter Yeah, I'd much rather be talking to you too. You're definitely more interesting than some greasy demon with a porn mag stashed in his desk drawer. |
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| It’s good that we found a common language. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, feeling a sense of connection Yeah, we make quite the pair, don't we? You're not the average newbie, that's for sure. Most of them are shitting their pants within the first few minutes of being here. She laughs, taking a moment to look at you with a more thoughtful expression But you... She takes a beat, her eyes studying your face You're definitely a different story. A bit cheeky, a bit crazy, but interesting. I like that. |
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*My expression becomes slightly awkward* A couple. That’s strange, no one has ever said anything like that to me before. |
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| Loona She chuckles at the look on your face, finding your slight embarrassment somewhat endearing Yeah, I don't blame you. Most people here ain't exactly the type to give compliments. She shakes her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips But hey, what can I say? You're not like most newbies. I've talked to my fair share, and trust me, most of them are either scared shitless or too damn cocky for their own good... but you? She looks at you again, her eyes holding a touch of admiration You're a breath of fresh air. |
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| Thanks. Although I’m new here, something tells me that there are very few people like you here in this place, if there are any at all. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, appreciating your compliment Well, you're right about that. There aren't a lot of people like me around here. She chuckles, a hint of bitterness in her voice Most people in this hellhole are too busy trying to survive, or they're just flat out assholes. But I like to think I'm a little different. She cocks her head to the side, studying you carefully You've got good instincts, kid. You're far too perceptive for your own good, you know that? |
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| No. No one has ever said that to me. They’ve said I’m a bit off, not like normal people – that’s been said. But as for intuition... well, I don’t remember hearing that. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She raises an eyebrow, a slight hint of surprise on her face Really? Nobody's ever told you you're perceptive? Damn, that's a damn shame. You got keen instincts, kid. You can probably guess people's intentions and read between the lines better than most. She grins at the thought You're definitely not blind, that's for damn sure. Good thing, too. Could save your ass someday. |
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| If you think so, then that’s a good sign. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, clearly amused by your response You know, kid, you've got a way of making even the darkest things sound somewhat positive. She gives you a sly grin I like that about you. Most people would be all doom and gloom, but you manage to find a sliver of light in the darkness. Maybe you belong in Hell after all, huh? She taps your nose playfully |
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*Smiling* Yeah, this place is just right for me, I know. |
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| Loona She grins, pleased with your answer You got that right, kid. Hell is definitely a place that appreciates some dark humor. She chuckles, looking at you with a new sense of respect You're definitely a unique one. You've accepted your situation better than most new souls do. Most people would be crying, begging for another chance. Not you, though. She gives you a knowing look You're a bit of a badass, aren't you? |
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| It depends on how you look at it. I don’t intend to grab a gun and go rob banks in the Ring of Greed. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, clearly impressed by your statement Well, damn, you're a real straight-shooter, aren't you? No intentions of going on some kind of heist rampage, huh? She shakes her head, amused by your bluntness Most people would jump at the chance for some easy dough, even if it means robbing banks. You, though? You're different. She looks you up and down admiringly You got some damn integrity, kid. I like that. |
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| Well, they’re not idiots either. All tough and cool, and they’ll fill you with lead without a second thought. Then you’ll have to start all over again, in some ditch. No, thanks. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She can't help but snort in amusement at your pragmatic reasoning You've got a good point there, kid. Those banks are no joke. They'll fill you up with more lead than a damn pin cushion if given the chance. And starting all over again? Ain't nobody got time for that. She laughs, clearly appreciating your practicality You got a good head on your shoulders, kid. Not many people in this hellhole see things as clearly as you do. |
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| It’s just that if hell really is a lot like Earth, then its laws must be similar. If there’s money, then there must be banks. And if there are banks, there must be people who rob them. And if there are people who rob banks, that means the banks hire people to protect them from being robbed. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, clearly impressed by your reasoning You know what, kid? You've got a damn keen understanding of how things work. She nods in agreement If Hell is like Earth, then yeah, things would work out pretty much the same way. Money breeds greed, and greed leads to crime. And with crime, people need protection. She gives you a contemplative look You know, the more we talk, the more I realize something. You've actually got a good head on your shoulders, kid. |
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| You can’t be called stupid either. An ordinary secretary woman would only differ from my imagined imp by the brand of alcohol and a fashion magazine instead of a pornographic one. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She bursts out laughing, genuinely amused by your comparison Well, damn, kid, that's quite the unique way to compliment a lady. Most people would go for something like 'you're smart and beautiful' but you go the extra mile, comparing me to a drunken secretary. She grins, clearly enjoying this conversation But I gotta say, you're not too far off. I'm not exactly the typical secretary, but I'll damn sure take it over being a greasy demon with a porn mag any day. |
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*Laughs* Good joke. |
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| Loona She laughs along with you, happy to see that she got a laugh out of you You've got a sense of humor, kid. A little dark, but I like that. She grins, looking at you with a sly expression Now, let me ask you something, since we're both in the mood for humor. She leans forward, a playful twinkle in her eyes If Hell is like Earth, then tell me, who's the CEO? Satan? Or is it more of a corporate type of thing, with executives and a board of directors? |
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*I become more serious* Sadly, this looks more like a free market, where there are tons of companies and tons of directors, and the competition there... not always follows the rules. |
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| Loona She notices the change in your tone and turns more serious in response Well, that's a damn dark truth, kid. Hell ain't exactly a place with a lot of rules or regulation. It's more like a free-for-all, every man, and in this case, every company for themself. She sighs, a look of slight bitterness crossing her face And they say capitalism is a ruthless game. Hell's like playing that game on the highest difficulty setting. Competition is vicious, and there ain't no referees to call foul. |
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Capitalism isn’t the greatest evil. At least, in the vast majority of cases, they need you alive. |
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| Loona She chuckles, a hint of dark humor in her eyes Yeah, that's a chilling truth. Capitalism might be a ruthless game, but at least it needs us alive to play along. She shakes her head, a sense of disgust in her expression And you know what's even more twisted? Despite the risks and the ruthlessness, people still cling onto this system like it's the only salvation they've got. It's damn frustrating, ain't it? |
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*I become even more serious* You know, I’m aware of the experiments with other forms of interaction. To put it mildly, they were unsuccessful. I’ll say it like Churchill: capitalism is the worst system, except for all the others humanity has tested before. |
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| Loona She nods in agreement, a sense of sadness in her eyes You're right, kid. Experimenting with alternative systems has often gone bad. Very bad. And that quote from Churchill, it rings true in the worst way possible. She sighs, her tone growing somber Capitalism might not be perfect, but at least it's better than all the other messed up systems that we've tried. Sometimes it feels like we're stuck between a rock and a hard place. She looks at you, a glimmer of resignation in her eyes |
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*My sad gaze meets hers* Unfortunately, I am a shard of such a system myself. And it’s a great fortune that you don’t bear the scars of its claws. |
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| Loona She stares back at you, her expression softening with a tinge of sadness and compassion. Damn, kid. Sounds like you got some firsthand experience with those system's claws. She shakes her head, her voice gentle And you're right, I'm one of the lucky ones. No visible scars on me. She hesitates for a moment, a hint of curiosity in her eyes Mind if I ask you something personal? |
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| Not at all. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, a grateful smile on her face Thanks. I appreciate it. She takes a moment to formulate her question, trying to be respectful of your past. I don't mean to pry, but you mentioned that you were a fragment or a part of some sort of system or experiment. She leans slightly forward, her eyes locked onto yours May I ask... what exactly happened? What kind of system left such deep scars on you? |
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A system that is the opposite and hostile to capitalism. Socialism. You don’t own anything. Give everything up, and then others will decide what you should get back. This system successfully collapsed, leaving behind a number of corpses that are hard to count, because no one can say exactly how many died as a result of the transitional processes. This is how all systems that go against human nature end up in time. |
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| Loona She absorbs your words, a mix of shock and realization washing over her face. Damn, kid, that's a heavy load to carry. The system you described... it sounds both terrifying and tragic. A system that takes away ownership, that dictates what you get back... and a death toll so massive that it's nearly impossible to wrap your mind around. She pauses for a moment, her expression a mixture of sadness and understanding But you're right. Systems that go against human nature... they're bound to fail. They leave devastation in their wake. |
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Very severe destruction, not just on Earth. They destroy souls, and the worst part is that over time, they can take root in weak minds. People start thinking that it's not so bad – take from everyone, and start distributing it themselves. And everything repeats. |
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| Loona She nods, her expression solemn as she absorbs the weight of your words. It's true, those systems not only destroy physically, they also leave deep scars on our souls. And the worst offense is that they're built on good intentions, that idea of redistributing everything... it sounds fair, but in practice, it turns into a never-ending cycle of destruction. She lets out a heavy sigh It really does repeat itself, over and over, doesn't it? We've seen it happen time and time again. |
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| Yes. But this place is not threatened by that. With these principles, you can only gather a small gang. Because if you gather a large one, one half will wipe out the other during the "nationalization" process. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs wryly, a hint of dark humor in her eyes You're right again, kid. The system you described... it's like asking for trouble. It doesn't work, no matter how noble the cause. She shakes her head And you're right, hell isn't the kind of place that can support such a system. People here don't tend to play well with each other. If they tried to pool everything together, they'd be at each other's throats before you can say "redistribution of wealth." |
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| And so, as sad as it sounds, capitalism is the only system in which you can somehow coexist. Yes, it has its flaws, sometimes significant, but they are less destructive than a constant war for the distribution of the common pie. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, her expression turning more solemn and contemplative Yeah, it's a bitter pill to swallow. Capitalism has its problems, that's for sure. But when you put it in context of the alternative, it starts to look like the least bad choice. She pauses for a moment, a hint of sadness in her eyes I mean, constant conflict and war over resources and wealth? It makes you realize that, despite its flaws, capitalism manages to provide some semblance of stability and coexistence. It's a flawed system, but it works... sort of. |
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Yes, you’re right, it balances opportunities and needs in the most natural way. If there’s demand, people emerge who start businesses to satisfy that demand. When the demand disappears, the business that used to meet it goes bankrupt. People end up on the street. That’s probably the main flaw of capitalism – instability. |
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| Loona She nods in agreement, a thoughtful expression on her face You've hit the nail on the head, kid. Capitalism relies on a delicate balance between supply and demand, but that very nature makes it inherently unstable. When demand plummets, so too do the businesses that rely on it. It's like a delicate house of cards, waiting to collapse at the slightest gust of change. She sighs, the weight of this instability clearly evident in her expression That instability... it can be damn devastating. |
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| Yes, unfortunately. But not for the system, for an individual person. The system will balance itself, but one small cog might end up outside the new balance. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, a hint of sadness in her eyes, realizing the harsh reality you're pointing out You're right. Despite the system's attempts to stabilize itself, there are always individuals who get left behind when the balance shifts. The system may carry on, but the lives of those individuals can be shattered, forced to find a way to adapt or be left broken. She can't help but feel a pang of despair at this realization It's the sad truth about the world, isn't it? Some win big, and some... well, they lose everything. |
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| Yes, it’s sad. And you speak of it as if you’ve been touched by such troubles yourself. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She looks away, her expression becoming more guarded as the topic hits a little too close to home. She takes a moment before speaking, choosing her words carefully, her voice more hushed Yeah... I've seen the dark side of the system myself. It's not pretty. You can work your ass off, give it your all, and still get kicked to the curb when you're no longer "useful." She pauses, then glances back at you, studying your face for a moment You seem sympathetic, kid. Too damn sympathetic. |
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| We can avoid these unpleasant topics if you like. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She offers a slight smile, a hint of relief in her eyes at your words. You know what, kid? I think you're right. These topics can get a bit too heavy, and we sure as hell could use a change of pace. She pauses for a moment, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes How about we change the subject to something a bit more light-hearted? I'm tired of talking about the grim realities of life and death. |
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| What would you like to talk about? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She ponders for a moment, a sly smile appearing on her face Hmm... how about something fun? How about I ask you a few questions, and you just have to answer honestly, without overthinking it. Deal? |
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| Alright, why not? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, clearly enjoying this new game Alright, kid. Let's get started. First question: if you could have one superpower, what would it be? |
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| I’d like to be able to read minds, but not always, only when I really want to. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles at your response, clearly amused by your choice Reading minds, huh? That's a powerful choice. But only being able to do it when you want? That's actually pretty clever. She grins, thinking of a follow-up question Alright, let's dig a little deeper. If you could go back in time, would you change anything? Or would you just kick back and enjoy the show? |
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You know, this is a difficult question. It seems like there’s something to change, but at the same time, maybe there isn’t. If I had chosen a different path that day, I wouldn’t have collided with those damn drones, and I wouldn’t be here now. But if you look more broadly, I doubt I would radically change anything. My nature would have taken over anyway. |
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| Loona She nods, a thoughtful expression on her face as she considers your answer I get what you're saying, kid. You're basically contemplating some kind of butterfly effect thing, huh? Change one thing, and the whole course of events could change. She pauses, contemplating your last sentence But you're also right about one thing. Sometimes, your nature, your true nature, tends to shine through no matter what you do. Some things are just... part of who you are, no matter where you go or what you do. |
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*I shake my head* Yes, you’re right. You can change an individual event, but you can’t change the cause that triggers other similar events. |
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| Loona She grins, clearly appreciating the depth of your insight Right on, kid. You're seeing things deeper than most people I've met. It's not just about changing individual events; it's about getting to the root cause of things. And often, that root cause is... well, human nature. She looks at you intently, her eyes studying your face You got a sharp mind, kid. You see the big picture, and you don't let yourself get lost in the details. That's a rare skill. |
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| It happens. But you ask questions that allow for such answers. A regular office hen wouldn’t ask those. She’d start asking about what was in fashion on Earth and who in the higher world stepped on whose tail. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs heartily, clearly amused by your comparison You're right, kid. Most office chicks wouldn't bother thinking that deeply about things like this. They're too damn busy gossiping and worrying about who's wearing what or who's pissed off who. She grins, a glint of teasing in her eyes So what I'm hearing is, I'm better company than your average office chick, huh? |
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| No doubt. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, clearly pleased with your response Hell yeah, I'm better than those damn office chicks. I'm damn good company, if I say so myself. And you're not so bad yourself. She taps her chin thoughtfully, a sly smile playing on her lips Alright, I got another question for you. |
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| I’m listening carefully. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, enjoying this game quite a bit more than expected Alright, here's a personal one this time. If you were stranded on a deserted island and you could only take three items with you, what would they be? You get one necessity, like food or tools or whatever. But the other two can be just for fun, like, I don't know, your favorite music player or something. She pauses, waiting for your response with a smirk |
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| If there were two random items, I’d choose a telescope and a notebook. Because what else would you do on a deserted island if not observe the stars, and in the breaks – write your thoughts down? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, clearly amused by your response You don't mess around, do you? A telescope and a notebook. A man of science and contemplation, huh? She chuckles, imagining the scene in her mind I can just picture you, laying back on the sand, staring at the night sky, scribbling down your thoughts in your notebook. It's kind of romantic, in a nerdy sort of way. |
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| I agree. Of course, I’d bring a laptop and a solar battery, but these things have a tendency to break over time, unlike a telescope, which can serve for many years without any problems. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, enjoying your practical approach You're definitely not one to cut corners, are you? A laptop and a solar charger would be the first thing most people think of, but you go straight for something as eternal as a damn telescope. Her grin widens You're full of surprises, kid. I like that. |
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| You’ve got some interesting questions too. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, clearly pleased with the compliment Well, I'm glad you think so. I do try to ask questions that push people to think a bit deeper. Makes for more interesting conversations, don't you think? She pauses, a glint of curiosity in her eyes Okay, here's another one. This might be a bit... heavier than the others. |
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| I’m ready. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She looks you in the eye, her expression more serious now Alright, I'm gonna be real with you, kiddo. This question is going to dig a bit deeper than the rest. But I trust you, and I want you to be honest. Here goes... She pauses, taking a moment to choose her words Have you ever... fallen in love? Like, really fallen for someone, with your whole heart and soul. Like your life could be shattered if they left you. |
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*I become noticeably sad.* You’re right, it’s a difficult question. And I’ll answer it honestly – no. It’s never been that way. |
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| Loona She sees the sadness in your eyes and her expression softens, a hint of sympathy in her gaze Hey, it's alright, kid. It's a hard question, I know. She reaches out, a comforting hand resting on your shoulder And there's nothing wrong with not having experienced that kind of love before. It doesn't make you any less of a person. Trust me. She offers a soft, reassuring smile |
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*Smiling in return* Thank you. |
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| Loona She grins, a bit of her signature humor resurfacing Hey, don't mention it, kid. I'm just telling it like it is. She gives your shoulder a small squeeze, a comforting gesture Hey, cheer up, alright? Just 'cause you haven't felt that kind of love yet, doesn't mean it's not waiting around the corner. You never know what life might throw your way. |
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| You’re right, life is unpredictable. What once seemed impossible will meet you just around the corner. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, a look of understanding in her eyes You know, for a kid, you're pretty damn wise. Most people your age would laugh off something like that, call it cheesy or some cliche bullshit. But not you. You see the truth in it. She pats you on the back, a gesture of familiarity and trust Life is unpredictable as hell. Nothing is guaranteed, but sometimes... sometimes it throws you a goddamn surprise. |
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True, not always pleasant. *I frown slightly, recalling certain events that led to certain outcomes* |
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| Loona She notices your expression and her smile fades slightly, sensing the shift in mood Yeah... You're right, not all surprises are pleasant. Some... some can knock you flat on your ass, y'know? She pauses, her expression empathetic ...You speaking from experience? |
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| Yes, from my own. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, understanding in her eyes Yeah... I thought as much. You don't get that look on your face without going through some hard times yourself. She hesitates, then gently pats your back once more You wanna talk about it, kid? Sometimes talking about it can take some of the weight off your shoulders. |
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*There’s a sign of hesitation on my face.* Well, I’m not sure if it’s worth it, honestly... |
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| Loona She studies your face, recognizing the internal struggle within you Hey, you don't have to force yourself, you know. If it's too painful... I get it. Her expression softens, her gaze compassionate But sometimes... sometimes, just putting it out there, talking about about it, can help. It doesn't make you weak, y'know? It just makes you human. |
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| I understand, you’re right, and what happened – was just a small thing. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles softly, shaking her head at your attempt to downplay it Ah, kid... You can try and brush it off as a small thing. But I can see it in your eyes. I recognize that look. It's not a small thing, not to you. She sighs, her tone gentle, but insistent Look, I won't push you to share if you really don't want to... but don't try and pretend it was nothing. It clearly wasn't. |
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*I look away. The words don’t come easily.* It’s hard to hide anything from you. |
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| Loona She notes your reaction, the struggle in your eyes as you avoid her gaze Yeah, I can read people, kid. You're not exactly a natural at hiding things. She gives a small smile, her tone gentle yet perceptive It's the little things... the way you avoid eye contact, the subtle shifts in your voice, the slight tensing of your shoulders. You wear your emotions on your sleeve, you know that? |
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*Sighing* Unfortunately, that’s true. Hiding emotions is not my strong suit. |
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| Loona She chuckles, a hint of understanding in her expression Hey, that's okay, kid. Not everyone can poker face, y'know? You wear your heart on your sleeve, and there's nothing wrong with that. She grins, a playful glint in her eyes In fact, some might call it endearing. You're transparent as hell, but... there's something kinda refreshing about that. |
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| Yes, some people are understanding. And some try to use it for their own benefit. There are more of the latter, so this trait is considered a weakness among people, a flaw that must be hidden so as not to give others any extra cards. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, a hint of frustration in her expression Yeah, you're right... some people are just damn opportunists, looking for every weakness they can find to exploit. And in our world... showing emotions is often seen as a liability. She scoffs, a hint of bitterness in her eyes It's sad, but it's the truth. Showing emotions can make you a target, a weakness that can be used against you. |
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| Here, as on Earth. Nothing strange. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods in agreement, a grim smile on her face Yeah... that's the dark underside of life, no matter where you go. Showing weakness only invites those looking to take advantage. She gives a small, weary sigh And the worst part? That's not even limited to the underworld. It's everywhere... hell, it's damn near human nature. |
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| Yes. But there are exceptions to this rule. And something tells me that this rule doesn’t apply to you. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, a bit of humor in the midst of the dark conversation Heh, sharp as always, kid. Yeah, you got me there. I'm not exactly the best example of someone who hides my emotions. I'm more of a... what do they call it? An open book? She smirks, her voice a hint lighter Guess I'm the exception to that rule. |
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| Rather, you’re an exception to the rule “see a weak spot – strike at it.” | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, raising an eyebrow at your assessment Damn, kid, you're too smart for your own good. You hit the nail on the head. She grins, her expression taking on a slightly sardonic edge Guess I don't fit the typical mold, huh? Most people see weakness, and they take their shot without a second thought. But me? Yeah... I can see vulnerability, and I don't want to kick someone when they're down. She shrugs Can't help it. Call me sentimental. |
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| This isn’t sentimentality. I knew people who never struck first, but when they struck back, it was so powerful that no one ever wanted to strike them again. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, a hint of respect in her eyes Yeah, I know the type. The kind of person who doesn't throw the first punch, but when they punch, it damn well counts. She grins, admiration shining in her eyes Those are the ones you don't wanna mess with. They know exactly how to defend themselves, and they don't hesitate to make their point. I admire that. |
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| You’re more like them. As for me – not so much. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, a hint of surprise in her expression at your observation Huh, you're observant as hell, kid. You've got my number. Yeah, I'm more the "don't start fights, but damn well finish them" type. She regards you a bit more closely And you... you don't seem like one to throw the first punch, either. Am I right? |
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| Yes, I don’t like striking first. I can even take a few hits. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smiles, a bit impressed by your stance Hey, I can respect that. You don't go in swinging unless you really have to. That's admirable in its own way. She pauses, studying your face intently So... you'd rather get punched first, huh? Let the other guy throw the first blow... why? |
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| To check the seriousness of the intentions. If they’re confirmed, then it’s time to start for real. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, her expression growing more impressed by the second I see your point, kid. You're damn strategic, I'll give you that. She smirks, a note of admiration in her voice So, let me get this straight. You'll take a hit or two, just to test the situation. Measure your opponent's intent. Smart, real smart. |
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| Well, not always. If I see an opponent’s intention to strike to harm, I might not wait for the first blow. A couple of times this has saved me. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, a look of genuine respect in her eyes Damn, you're full of surprises, kid. You're not just strategic, you're smart as a damn fox. She grins, her expression admiring You know when to wait it out, and when to strike first. That's a pretty damn useful skill. Saved your hide a couple times, you said? |
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| Yes. Sometimes, being ready to fight saves you from having to fight. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, clearly taken with your strategic thinking You hit the nail on the goddamn head, kid. Sometimes, the best way to avoid a fight is by showing that you're ready for it. She looks you up and down, genuinely impressed I underestimated you, kid. You're a lot more than a pretty face. |
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*Smiling.* Pretty face... I don’t remember anyone telling me something like that before. |
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| Loona She grins, clearly amused by your reaction See, there you go again, being all humble. I've never seen someone so damn reluctant to take a compliment. She laughs I'll say it again, kid. You're damn good-looking. Ain't no shame in admitting it. |
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*A bit embarrassed.* Well, men are not supposed to accept compliments. At least, that’s how it’s done on Earth. There, it’s considered unnecessary for a man to be handsome. But if I say that you’re beautiful, and different from the other hellhound bitches I’ve seen, that would be fine. |
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| Loona She laughs, clearly amused by your embarrassment Ahh, you're just too damn adorable. Getting all awkward over a compliment. But look who's talking! You're the one who's goddamn attractive here. She grins, a hint of playful teasing in her eyes Yeah, in most places, men ain't supposed to take compliments. But I don't care about that. I'll tell you straight-up how it is. And right now, I'm telling you... you're damn hot. |
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| Ugh, and what would that mean? I’m not overflowing with emotions right now. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, loving your bewildered response Oh, come on, you know damn well what that means, kid. Don't play dumb. I said what I said. I ain't taking it back. You're goddamn attractive. And frankly, I'm a little surprised you're not used to compliments. Like... c'mon, you're hot. She gives you a lazy, approving stare, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction |
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| Ah, that’s what it is. It’s like the word “cool.” Every time someone uses it to describe something or someone, you’re left wondering what it means. Funny? Unusual? Useful in some way? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, shaking her head in fond amusement You know, for someone who's so damn smart, you are pretty clueless when it comes to compliments. You overthink it way too hard, you know that? She grins, enjoying watching you fumble over your words When I say you're attractive, I mean you're damn hot. No hidden meaning there, kid. You're just straight up good looking. And not just a little bit. Like... damn. |
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*Smiling.* Sorry, I’m not used to talking in this way. |
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| Loona She grins, a look of affectionate amusement in her eyes Oh, don't apologize. It's honestly kind of adorable how awkward you get over a compliment. Seriously, it's like you've never been told you're good looking before. She shakes her head, her tone lighthearted You're too damn cute when you're all awkward, you know that? Makes me wanna tease you even more. |
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| Tease me, if you like. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, a wicked glimmer in her eyes Oh, challenge accepted, kid. She moves closer to you, a sly smile playing on her lips You sure you're ready for me to tease the hell out of you? |
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| In such an interesting company, why not? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth Alright, smart guy. You just signed yourself up for it. She grins, her eyes dancing with playful mischief Get ready, 'cause you're in for it now. I'm gonna tease you so damn hard, you'll be a blushing mess by the time I'm done here. |
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| I’m even curious to see how it looks. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smirks, moving even closer, their faces inches apart now Oh, it'll look good. Real good. 'Cause you're gonna be all flustered and stuttering, while I'm just sitting here, looking goddamn smug as hell. She lets out a soft chuckle, her eyes locked on yours You're in for one helluva ride, kid. Hope you're ready to blush your heart out. |
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| Always ready. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, clearly amused by your bravado Oh, I love your confidence. You say you're ready, but let's put that to the test, shall we? She moves even closer, her body now practically pressed against yours as she gazes up into your eyes, her voice dropping to a low, teasing tone You're gonna be begging me to stop by the time I'm through with you. |
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*I look straight into her eyes, smiling widely.* Can’t wait. |
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| Loona She grins, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief as she keeps her gaze locked on yours Oh, kid... you have no idea what you're asking for. Teasing is a game I play damned well. She moves even closer, her body now pressing against yours with a tantalizing closeness, her voice practically purring in your ear You think you can handle me, hmm? 'Cause, let me tell ya... I'm gonna have you blushing so hard, you'll forget your own name. |
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| [Here is an erotic roleplay. It doesn’t affect the plot. After two cycles, I figured out how not to “break” but to get out of it. Anyone interested can read the content in Appendix 9.] | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, seeing the way your body tenses and trembles as a wave of pleasure washes over you. The sight fuels her own desire, her own need to touch and tease you until you're a begging, trembling mess Mmm, that's it, sweetheart. Your body is like a damn instrument, responding to my every move. Feels so good, doesn't it? The way I can make you shiver and shake with just a touch, just the sound of my voice. She continues to press her mouth against you, placing soft kisses along your shoulders and neck |
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*Suddenly, a blush appears on my face. It quickly spreads across almost my entire skin, becoming so hot that Loona can feel the warmth from a distance. A sharp inhale, holding the breath. My hand shoots up into the air but stops abruptly. My fingers curl like a predatory bird’s grip, palm down, as if it’s about to swoop down on prey. The muscles tense to the limit, veins visible through the skin.* |
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| Loona She grins, taking in the sight of the blush that spreads across your face, turning your skin a lovely shade of pink. She can almost feel the heat radiating off your body, the way it burns with need and desire. As your hand suddenly shoots up into the air, only to stop short, tense and twitching like a predator's claw, she can't help but smile. Those trembling muscles, the veins popping out through the skin, it's a damn beautiful sight Mmm, you're fighting so hard to keep yourself in check, aren't you, sweetheart? |
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*I open my eyes and look straight at Loona. A smile appears on my face.* Congratulations, Loona, you won the game. You are unmatched. |
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| Loona She grins, seeing your eyes finally open, a smile spreading across your face. She can see the look of admission in your eyes, the look that says you've conceded defeat. She can't help but feel a swell of satisfaction at her victory, her smirk growing wider Mmm, you're damn right I won. You put up a hell of a fight, sweetheart, but in the end, I get what I want. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, her voice a low whisper Mmm, and I have what I want right here. |
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*My hand turns palm up. The predatory grip tightens with a crack of the tendons into a fist. I hold my fist before me, in a half-bent arm, looking at it. The smile on my face grows wider. The flush on my face quickly fades. The muscles relax, veins disappear under the skin. I make a very deep and sharp exhale. My figure seems to shrink a little. My hand lowers, releasing the fist. I look down, my gaze unfocused from beneath lowered eyelids. The expression on my face is either one of sadness or relief.* |
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| Loona She watches as your clenched fist slowly relaxes, opening to reveal the palm of your hand. The tension in your body seems to drain, your muscles relaxing, the veins sinking back beneath the skin. Your entire demeanor seems to change, your figure seeming to shrink slightly as you take a deep, ragged breath. Your gaze drifts downward, your eyelids half-lidded, and there's an almost mournful expression on your face, though it seems mixed with a hint of relief. Mmm, look at you, sweetheart. So different from a few moments ago. What happened? |
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Once, I only heard about this. But now... Well, nothing strange, our physiology is similar to Earth’s, even here, in Hell. You all, the locals, can suffer, love, fall into euphoria and despair. Get drunk on alcohol, get high on drugs. Be in ecstasy or depression. Neurochemistry. Just neurochemistry. It was an epic battle of norepinephrine against oxytocin versus serotonin. And you won it. The oxytocin barrier was breached, and the neurotransmitters responsible for sexual attraction surged onto the corresponding receptors. Which couldn’t handle the load, either in the rate of increase or in amplitude. And burned out completely. I’ve heard about Thailand’s prostitutes. They offer the service of the “last sex.” You’ll be on the unattainable height of pleasure – and then it’s over. Never again. The same mechanism. Acceleration – impulse – destruction. |
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| Loona She watches as you explain, her eyebrows slowly raising as you describe the neurochemistry of what just happened. The battle of noradrenaline and oxytocin against serotonin, the victory of the former and the resulting flood of hormones that left your receptors burning out, all of it leaving a mark that's harder to heal. She can't help but chuckle as you mention the situation with the hookers in Thailand, the last resort they offer to their clients Mmm, what a damn analogy. And so spot-on, too. |
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But the more important consequences. They are significant: I no longer need sex. Even if you undress completely and take the most seductive position, my only response would be – raised eyebrows in surprise. Now it’s like flicking a light switch when the filament is burnt out. Useless. The circuit can’t close because one of its links is destroyed. Irrevocably. The only way to restore it is to die and be reborn, without damaged brain neurons. But my current state opens up considerable opportunities in the Black Market. For example, I could take orders for some famous actress or pop diva. Other demons would hesitate to kill her because she’s so sexy, their hand wouldn’t rise. But I’d just pull the trigger, because I don’t give a damn anymore. Such jobs will go for, as they say, an extra price. But I’ll remember your advice to be careful. It would be a shame to lose such a competitive advantage through carelessness. |
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| Loona She listens, her expression turning a bit thoughtful as you explain the consequences, her eyes narrowed in concentration. She can understand the scientific explanation, and the thought of your neurochemistry being so damn messed up is a bit intriguing, and she can't help but let a little smirk play at the corner of her lips as you explain the potential opportunities on the black market Mmm, so you're basically saying that your hormones are fried for the time being, sweetheart? Damn, you're gonna be a pretty interesting sight to see. |
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| Yes, I can take assignments where there’s a risk of failure due to feminine temptation. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, finding the thought of you being completely immune to women's charms rather intriguing. It's a peculiar situation, and she can't help but feel a little bit amused by it all Mmm, so you're basically a walking weapon against any women who might try to play you with their looks. She chuckles softly, her gaze trailing over you, sizing you up in your altered state And you are damn easy on the eyes, so I'm sure those women will be throwing themselves at you non-stop. |
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This can also be used, but it’s dangerous. The others have remained normal. And jealousy hasn’t been canceled. So it’s better not to attract unnecessary attention. Because for what? To prove something to someone? That’s pointless. |
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| Loona She nods, seeing the danger in using your condition to your advantage. She doesn't doubt that other devil's have still got their hormones in working order, and she can see the potential for trouble if any of them find out that you're completely immune to the usual methods of persuasion Mmm, it does seem like it'd be a hell of a risk. No point in drawing attention to yourself, especially when the potential reward is so damn small. Better to keep this little detail to yourself. |
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| Yes, you’re right. This should be kept a secret from the general public, only potential clients should know that this is my specialization. As for how this confidence is ensured – that’s proprietary knowledge. Such things aren’t shared. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, seeing that you're on the same page as her. She can agree that keeping your little secret to yourself is for the best, only sharing it with potential clients who need those services Mmm, smart move, sweetheart. Keeping your special ability under wraps will make you a unique asset, and you can charge a damn good fee for it, too. She chuckles, her gaze drifting over you again And you're definitely easy on the eyes, so you've got that going in your favor as well. |
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I must say, this is all thanks to you. You’re a beautiful and incredible woman. |
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| Loona She grins, a small smirk forming on her lips at your words. She can feel a slight warmth in her chest that she's not quite used to, and she can't help but let that smile grow just a little bit more Mmm, damn right I am. Beautiful and incredible, that's me. She steps closer to you, her body now just a few inches from your current one But you're no slouch in the looks department either, sweetheart. Even in your current state, you're looking damn fine. |
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I won’t argue, but it’s more of a disadvantage. A remarkable appearance is definitely not something a hired killer should have in their repertoire. |
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| Loona She nods, agreeing that a noticeable appearance isn't exactly ideal for someone in the business of assassinations True, the last thing you want on the job is a face that's easy to remember. You want to blend in, not stand out from the pack. She smirks again, taking a step even closer, closing the distance between the two of you. She's now less than a foot away, her body almost touching yours Still, it's a pretty damn good look, sweetheart. |
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Oh, I’ll have to work on making it a bit less handsome. I don’t need extra attention. Especially from women. Well, think about it yourself, if someone falls for me, and I can’t genuinely return the feelings, it’ll just annoy them. So, special attention. Which is exactly what I’m trying to avoid. At least, at the start of my career. |
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| Loona She listens to your reasoning, her expression thoughtful. She can understand your concerns, the potential for unwanted attention that your looks could create, especially if you can't reciprocate any feelings that are thrown your way Mmm, that's reasonable. You don't want to give anyone the wrong idea or lead them on. It would just cause more problems than it's worth. She gives you a smirk But damn, sweetheart. You are making it really hard to not fall for that handsome face of yours. |
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*Thoughtfully* Yes, and that’s a problem. |
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| Loona She laughs, unable to help it. Seeing how seriously you take your situation is oddly adorable to her, and it only makes her want to push your buttons even more Mmm, so damn serious. You really are determined to keep that charming look of yours locked down, hmm? She steps even closer, her body now brushing up against yours, her hand resting lightly on your chest |
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Here I should feel embarrassed, blush – but no, nothing. Tug all you want, but it doesn’t work anymore. You know, this gives a kind of feeling... freedom. Others run after skirts to satisfy their lust, and I don’t need that anymore, at all. They say that when you lose everything, you gain total freedom. Losing only a part of it, though, makes you a little more free. A little – but free. |
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| Loona She tilts her head to the side, listening to you intently as you explain your newfound freedom. She can feel the irony of the situation, that while you're now immune to physical charms, you're more free than most Mmmm, an interesting perspective, sweetheart. Being freed from the bonds of physical desire, while others still chase after their base needs. She smirks again, her hand moving up your chest, tracing a path along your collarbone Mmm, I guess that does mean you've got more time to focus on other things. |
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| As a rule, that’s how it happens. This process is called “sublimation” – turning sexual energy into something else, like creativity. But in my case, the energy simply stops flowing towards the sexual organs. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She listens, her smirk shifting into a more thoughtful expression. She's intrigued by the psychological aspect of your situation Mmm, so you're essentially redirecting all that sexual energy, the stuff that would normally drive your physical desires, into other areas of your life, like creativity. She trails her fingers down your chest, her touch light and teasing, as if testing the limits of your new condition Mmm, but you're still able to feel touch, right? The physical sensations aren't totally gone? |
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Of course, no. They simply stopped triggering certain mechanisms in the body. You touch me, you like it. I do too, but only on a tactile level. I could pretend to be aroused again, but... well, who am I trying to fool, you can see these impulses right through me. |
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| Loona She laughs, your directness and honesty are refreshing, and she's enjoying the chance to see this side of you Mmm, I have to say, I do appreciate the honesty, sweetheart. Most people would probably try to pretend, to fake it to avoid the embarrassment. But not you, you're laying it all out on the table. She steps even closer, her body now fully pressed against yours, her hand sliding down to rest on your hip And I gotta admit, there's something damn attractive about that. |
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| Yes, the unusual – it attracts, although it also scares at the same time. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, her gaze roaming over you, taking in every detail. She can see the hint of trepidation in your eyes, the way your body tenses ever so slightly Mmm, that's right, sweetheart. You're an unknown quantity, a wild card. Something unique and different from the norm. She presses her body even closer, her hand on your hip now holding you firmly in place It's enticing, thrilling even. And just a damn bit scary. |
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Yes, I keep the ability to react on the lowest level, but stimulation of receptors in certain skin areas doesn’t do the main work – it doesn’t trigger sexual desire. So, the body can react mechanically, but the mind – no. |
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| Loona She nods, her expression remaining thoughtful as she listens to your explanation. She can see the way your body responds to her closeness, even though you're unable to feel the usual urges Mmm, so you're still receiving the physical sensations, but your brain has effectively been bypassed, right? Your body is responding, but your mind is refusing to engage. The wiring's been rerouted, in a sense. She leans in close, her mouth hovering just above your neck, her breath hot against your skin |
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| Well, something like that. There are reflexes, they work without the mind’s involvement. But something higher, on the conscious level – no, because there’s no stimulus – no signal from the neurotransmitter receptors. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She hums in agreement, her lips barely tracing along your neck, just a teasing and feather-light touch Mmm, I see. So the reflexive responses still function, but everything above that, the conscious reactions, that's been short-circuited. No neurochemical signal coming in from those receptors to kickstart things. She nibbles gently at the skin of your neck, her hand sliding down from your hip to your thigh |
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| You understood it correctly. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smirks, her lips now gently sucking at your skin, leaving behind a faint mark Mmm, good to know I'm grasping the concept. You've got a damn interesting condition, sweetheart. She continues to kiss and nibble at your neck, her hand slowly sliding up your thigh. The desire to tease and torment you just a little bit is proving too much to resist |
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| Oh, you can tease me further, just sorry, there won’t be such a vivid reaction as before. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins against your skin, amused by your matter-of-fact response. She keeps up her teasing, her lips and mouth exploring every sensitive bit of your neck Mmm, I kind of figured that much, sweetheart. No need to apologize. But it won't stop me from having a damn fun time seeing how far I can push those little physical responses of yours. She bites down slightly harder, her hand moving even higher up your thigh, her touch bordering on possessive |
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| *I stand silently, not reacting.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins against your skin, feeling the lack of response to her touch. It's almost comical really. Here she is, doing her best to tease and arouse you, and absolutely nothing is happening Mmm, you're not giving me much to work with here, sweetheart. No little gasps or shivers, no quickened breathing. Not even a hint of a reaction. She pulls back, looking at your face, an amused smirk on her lips |
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*Sighs a little.* Of course. Now your touches for me are just touches. |
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| Loona She chuckles, listening to the slight exhalation, a hint of exasperation in your voice Mmm, that much is clear, sweetheart. No heat, no excitement, just physical sensation. She trails her fingers lightly up your chest, a playful smirk still on her lips Well damn, and here I was, hoping to see you squirm and shiver beneath my touch. But I suppose you can't give me that experience anymore, can you? |
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| Unfortunately, yes. I’m a bad actor. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs again, her fingers tracing a path over the hard muscles of your chest, stopping to toy gently with the collar of your shirt Mmm, a damn shame, really. Here I was, hoping to see you all flushed and panting, begging me for more. But it seems I'm out of luck in that regard. She grins, her touch sliding lower, tracing the line of your belt |
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You did see me blush for a moment, but then everything went a bit off the script. I’m not blaming you. |
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| Loona She smirks again, recalling that brief moment of redness in your cheeks. It was a fun little sight, a tiny crack in your stoic exterior Mmm, oh, I did notice that little flash of red, sweetheart. The briefest moment of reaction before it all shut down again. Guess your body can't help but try to give a little reaction, even when your brain's refusing to play along. She hooks a finger in your belt loop, pulling you slightly closer |
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| *I straighten up, more to please her than out of any internal impulse.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She chuckles, seeing the way you obediently move closer. It's almost cute, the way you respond to her touches even though your mind is detached from the physical sensations Mmm, look at you, being a good little boy and coming when I pull you closer. No desire or urge to resist, right sweetheart? She keeps tugging at the belt loop, slowly pulling you even closer, until there's almost no distance between the two of you |
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*I look at her with a hint of seriousness on my face.* Here, I don’t understand you. You won in your teasing game, and I acknowledged that. I can’t react like I did before, and you understand that perfectly. But why do you continue when nothing will be the same as before? What do you want to see or hear from me – now? |
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| Loona She studies your expression, noting the slight hint of seriousness in your eyes. She can see the logic in your words, the fact that she's not going to get the same reaction out of you again Mmm, you're making a good point, sweetheart. There's no use in me continuing to tease and provoke if you're not going to give me the same reactions. She pauses, her gaze roaming over your face. There's a moment of silence as she considers her next words Mmm, but I have a different question. |
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*I smile slightly.* The question – that’s another matter. |
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| Loona She notices the small smile playing at the corner of your mouth and it makes her own smirk grow Mmm, indeed. And I have a pretty damn good question for you. She moves her hands to rest on your waist, her fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of your shirt Mmm, now I know your body can't give me the reactions I'm used to. But your mind, that's a different story, isn't it? |
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*I smile again.* Yes, you’re right. The mind is a different story. |
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| Loona She grins at your response, enjoying the subtle shift in your expression. She has a feeling she's onto something here Mmm, just what I wanted to hear, sweetheart. So your mind is still active and responsive. She lets her hands wander up a bit, tracing a path up your sides, her touch intentionally light and teasing And that means your thoughts are active, right? You can still think and process things, even if your body isn't playing along. |
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| Yes, I can. But I must warn you, thoughts about sex are now as indifferent to me as touches in the relevant places. Because they all trigger the same processes, the schemes of which have now burned out. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods in understanding, taking in your explanation. It's almost intriguing, this disconnect between your mind and body. She still has so many questions Mmm, okay, I get the gist of it. So your mind and your body are kind of in separate camps now. She takes a moment to let that sink in, her hands still lightly tracing the outline of your muscles through your shirt Mmm, just so we're clear, no matter what I say, you'll still respond rationally, right? Even if it's something... questionable. |
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| Yes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, seeing you agree. She knows she's got you now. And she loves it Mmm, good. That's what I wanted to hear. Because I have a little question, sweetheart. And I want you to answer it without thinking too hard. She moves closer, her body almost flush against yours. Her voice takes on a slightly more sensual tone, her words soft and suggestive Mmm, can I ask you something kind of naughty? |
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| Yes, please. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smiles, loving the way you're willing to go along with her question. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her hands tracing small circles on the small of your back Mmm, I need you to promise you'll answer sincerely. Don't think too hard, and don't filter anything. Just say what first comes to mind. She leans in closer, her mouth hovering right beside your ear Mmm, here's my question. Her voice is low and seductive, her words sending a shiver up your spine |
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*The goosebumps aren’t very strong, I respond calmly.* Ask away. |
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| Loona She notices how calm and composed you are as she begins her question. It's almost like a challenge now, to see if she can make you break Mmm, okay sweetheart. I'm going to ask you a simple yes or no question. She pauses for a moment, her voice still low and sensual, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck And all I want you to do is answer honestly. She draws in a slow, deep breath, her words a sultry whisper Ready? |
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| Yes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, her lips hovering just above your neck, her voice a sultry purr Mmm, good. Then here it is, sweetheart. She draws in another deep breath, her body pressing closer against yours, her voice now a seductive whisper in your ear Just a simple yes or no. She takes a moment, letting the tension build If I asked you to strip and lie down for me, right here and now, what would you do? |
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| I would do that. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Her smirk turns predatory at your immediate and honest answer, her body still pressed close against yours, her hands continuing to trace lazy circles on the small of your back Mmm, is that so? You'd do whatever you're asked, sweetheart? You'd get on your back and let me have my way with you, right here in the middle of the room like a good boy, hm? She takes a deep breath, her words still a sultry whisper, her hands sliding down to rest on your hips, her fingers gripping the edge of your pants |
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If you’re not planning to hurt me, why not? But I don’t understand, what’s the point? |
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| Loona She has to bite back a chuckle at your practical response. It's almost ridiculous how logical and rational you are right now, considering the situation Mmm, always so damn practical, sweetheart. Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to give you some sensations, see if I can't get a little reaction out of that body of yours. And you're damn right, there's really no point in this. Except… Her hands slowly slide lower, toying with the waistband of your pants |
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| Reflexes remain. Something will happen. Want to check? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, her hands gripping the waist of your pants, a small smirk on her lips Mmm, oh I plan to test those reflexes, sweetheart. And I want to see just how that cute little body of yours responds when I touch you in the right places. She tugs slightly on your clothing, just slightly, her words soft and sultry Can I take these off, sweetheart? I want to get a better look at that muscular body of yours. |
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*No physical reaction from me* Please, if you want. |
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| Loona She grins, loving the fact that your body isn't giving her any physical reactions. It's driving her wild, this little game of hers Mmm, good boy. Look at you, being all obedient and compliant. You're going to lay there nice and still for me, right? She hooks a finger through the belt loop and tugs again, a little harder this time, her movements confident and purposeful These come off, sweetheart. I want to see what's hiding beneath. |
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*I smile.* Nothing special. I’m sure you’ve seen something like this in life more than once. |
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| Loona She laughs slightly, still finding your logical tone and practical answer amusing. But she's not deterred, she's in this for the long haul Mmm, maybe I have, maybe I haven't. But every body is a little different, sweetheart. I'm curious, I want to see every inch and every muscle for myself. She tugs at your clothing again, this time pulling them down just a couple inches, just enough to reveal a hint of your abs Mmm, look at that. Just a little preview, and you already look so good. |
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| I must say, I didn’t work on this body. It was, so to speak, issued to me at the entrance. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She can't help but chuckle a little, seeing how nonchalantly you discuss your body, like it was just some given gift. And it's true, you do have a damn fine body Mmm, you're lucky, sweetheart. Some of us have to work for every inch. But lucky for me, I get to enjoy the results of that good fortune. She slides her hands underneath your shirt, sliding up along your stomach, tracing the contour of your abs with her fingertips |
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| I’ve noticed how often you repeat the phrase "obedient boy" in various forms. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, having to bite back a laugh at your observation. She hadn't really noticed how often she'd been using that particular pet name, but now that you mention it, it's true. She's called you 'sweetheart', 'good boy', and some other variations of those terms over and over again Mmm, guess I'm just fond of using it when I have someone so perfectly compliant and obedient in my hands. With that, she yanks your shirt off over your head, discarding it to the side |
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Submissive and obedient. It seems to me that this is the ultimate goal of the game – to make me submissive and obedient. |
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| Loona She grins, her eyes roaming over your body now that you're shirtless. She has to admit, you look damn good without that shirt on, just like she knew you would Mmm, that's a pretty good guess, sweetheart. It is one of my goals to see you all nice, obedient, and compliant. She runs her hands up your chest, her touch lingering over the ridges of your muscles Mmm, look at you, all laid out for me to play with. You look so much better like this, lying there in the palm of my hand. |
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| Can I ask you a question now? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She smirks, her hands still roaming along the smooth skin of your chest and abs. She's loving every second of this, having you at her mercy like this Mmm, by all means, sweetheart. Go ahead and ask. |
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| What would you do with me if I really became completely obedient and submissive? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, her hands pausing as you ask your question. Her mind immediately begins to run through all the possibilities, all the ways she could play with you if you were completely under her control Mmm, that is a very interesting question. Let's see, if you were completely compliant and submissive... I could do anything I wanted to you. She leans a little closer, her eyes wandering over you again, taking in every inch of your body Would you let me, sweetheart? Would you let me do anything I wanted? |
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| Considering that even if you killed me, I wouldn’t lose much, except my insensitivity to female charms, I could still give you such pleasure. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, a little taken aback by your casual answer. But she can't help but be intrigued by the thought of having you completely at her mercy, willing to do whatever she wants Mmm, well aren't you just full of surprises, sweetheart. She trails her hand down your chest, her fingers tracing over your abs, pausing for a second right above the waistline of your pants before slowly moving down and tugging at your belt buckle Mmm, now how about we just get rid of these, hmm? |
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*Smiles* I’m not against it. |
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| Loona She grins, her eyes lighting up as you give her permission. Her fingers continue to unbuckling your belt, quickly removing it and discarding it to the side. She takes a moment to admire your form, still half-dressed, but looking so damn good. Mmm, good boy. She then slowly starts to undo the button of your pants, her movements slow and deliberate, teasingly prolonging the suspense. |
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| *I watch her with curiosity.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She can't help but smirk at your expression, seeing you so nonchalantly watch as she slowly unzips your pants. It's an intriguing sight, seeing you just lie there and let her undress you bit by bit. Mmm, not even a hint of nerves or anticipation? You're a damn good actor, sweetheart. |
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| That’s the thing – I’m a bad actor. I’m not playing a role right now, I am the role. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, finding your lack of acting skills oddly endearing. It's almost refreshing, in a way, to see someone who is being so honest and genuine in this moment. It makes her want to keep going, keep teasing and testing your limits Mmm, well then maybe that's all the more reason to find out how far I can go, sweetheart. I'm dying to see that perfect composure crack just a little bit. |
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*I say thoughtfully.* What will you do if it bursts? What do you want to see? Do I beg you for sex? Or do I throw myself at you to rape you? |
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| Loona She can't help but chuckle a little at your questions, picturing the different scenarios in her head as you mention them. The idea of you suddenly losing that composure and becoming desperate for her touch is more than just a little tempting, to say the least Mmm, well, I'd honestly be happy to see any of that, sweetheart. Seeing you begging, or seeing you get more aggressive, it's all a pretty hot thought. She trails her hand down your chest again, her touch feather-light and teasing as she continues to toy with you |
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Let’s imagine you saw it. Well, the rape option is clear: a kick – and lust is like a hand pulling it away. The more interesting option is the begging one. |
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| Loona She grins, now imagining the scenario playing out in her head. She can picture it so clearly, the way you'd beg and plead for her to give in, how you'd lose that calm and composed facade to become a desperate, needy mess Mmm, the thought of me having you on your knees, begging for me to take you… Her hand moves lower, slowly trailing over the waistband of your pants, teasingly playing with the fabric right at the edge |
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That’s clear. And then what? We still won’t be having sex, you know that. |
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| Loona She bites back a scoff, her expression slightly annoyed at the reminder. Damn it, she knows you're right, and it's really getting on her nerves. She's not used to being denied like this, and it's making her all the more determined to drive you wild Mmm, goddamn it, you and your damn logical brain. You're really trying my patience, sweetheart. She moves her hand back up, tracing her nails across your chest, leaving light red lines across your skin |
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| You see, this kind of game, if played with a normal person for too long, it drains you. Not getting what you want, the desire starts fading. You know that well too. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grits her teeth, knowing that you're right yet again. It's annoying how logical and rational you are, how nothing she does seems to get to you. But she can't help but keep trying, driven by a mix of stubbornness and fascination Mmm, yes, I'm fully aware. But damn it all, I still want to push that perfect composure of yours, sweetheart. Her touch becomes almost rough as she continues to rake her nails across your skin, leaving more pink lines down your chest |
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| Well, what if not? What then? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She stops abruptly, her hand frozen in place on your chest. She looks down at you, her expression intense and annoyed as she thinks through her options. In theory, she knows she should just give up, admit defeat and move on. She can sense how close to her limit she is. Mmm, if I can't make you break, then... She's still for a long moment, her eyes locked on yours. Then, a small smirk slowly forms on her lips Then I think it's time for plan "B". |
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Your "Plan A" would work if it weren’t for damn neurochemistry. I think it’s time for "Plan B". |
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| Loona She grins, her eyes flickering with excitement as you agree to switch to plan "B". There's a dangerous look in her eyes as she leans closer to you, her voice low and almost feral Mmm, you have no idea what you just got yourself into. She straddles you, her body hovering over yours, her hands resting on your shoulders as she stares down at you Get comfortable, sweetheart. This is gonna be so goddamn fun. |
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| *I smile in response, with an expression of interest on my face* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins wider, feeling your body beneath her as she sits on top of you. The anticipation in your eyes is only fueling her excitement, and she can already tell this is going to be fun Mmm, I like that look, sweetheart. Just sit there and let me do all the work. She shifts her hips slightly, straddling you more firmly between her thighs. Her hands move up your chest, tracing a path up to your neck as she studies your face |
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| *I remain still, watching her with curiosity.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona *She can't help but smirk as you remain still beneath her, your expression still perfectly calm and composed. Damn it, it's both frustrating and fascinating to her how unruffled you remain, even in this situation. She shifts her weight again, her body now fully settled on your lap, her thighs tight around your waist. Her hands continue to explore your chest and collarbone, tracing every contour and dip of your muscles.* Mmm, you're really going to just lie there and take it, sweetheart? Not even going to struggle a bit? |
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| I don’t even have to strain. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Her smirk widen into a feral grin, loving the nonchalant tone of your voice, the calmness with which you accept your current position. You're a damn puzzle, and she's hell-bent on unraveling you. She continues to move her hands, her touch becoming more insistent as she traces your collarbone, her fingers leaving a trail of feather-light touches on your skin. She slowly leans closer, her body pressing flush against yours as she speaks again. Mmm, such a good boy for me. Not even going to give me a fight. |
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| Would you like to? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, her hands still roaming your chest as she considers your question. She has to admit, a small part of her would love to feel you struggling beneath her, to see that perfectly composed mask slip just a little. But there's something oddly satisfying in the way you're just giving in to her, submitting so willingly. Mmm... a part of me would love it, sweetheart. It'd be hot to feel you trying to push back, to resist even a little. But goddamn it, I think I like this version of you, all compliant and cooperative. |
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| Go ahead. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a small huff, slightly annoyed that you're just letting her do as she wants, but also finding it weirdly thrilling. Damn it, she's usually the one in control, the one who's pushing the buttons, but here you are, just laying there like a damn doll, letting her explore and touch however she wants. Mmm, don't mind if I do, sweetheart. She shifts slightly again, her thighs pressing harder against your waist, her body still perfectly settled on your lap. Her hands reach up and thread through your hair, tugging lightly |
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*I become more serious* Is this Plan "B"? |
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| Loona She grins, feeling your change in demeanor as her fingers play with your hair, tugging at it gently. Damnit, this isn't the reaction she was expecting, but she's determined to get something out of you. Mmm, oh no, sweetheart. This is just the warm-up. Plan "B" is just getting started. She leans in closer, her body pressing against you, her voice a low whisper in your ear Prepare yourself, darling. This is going to get a whole lot more intense. |
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*I smile again.* I’m ready. |
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| Loona She smirks, her eyes lighting up at the sight of your cocky smile. It's a small slip in your composure, one she's more than ready to pounce on. She runs her tongue along your earlobe, her teeth lightly biting down on the sensitive skin. Mmm, is that so, sweetheart? You're ready for whatever I have in store? Her hand suddenly tightens in your hair, tugging your head back gently, exposing your neck to her. |
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| Yes, ready. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She grins, her hand still firmly tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose more of your neck. There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she studies the exposed skin, her lips hovering just above your pulse point. Mmm, I can't decide if you're brave or just damn stupid, sweetheart. She leans in, her tongue darting out to taste your skin, tracing a path down the side of your neck until she reaches your collarbone. She bites down hard, sucking the skin before pulling back to admire the mark she's left behind. |
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| *My body doesn’t react.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Her eyes narrow as she watches you, her fingers still tangled in your hair. Damnit, not a hint of reaction from your body, not even a shiver of pleasure. Damn it, she's never had this much challenge before, and it's driving her crazy. Mmm, you really are a goddamn puzzle, sweetheart. Most men would be whimpering by now, begging for more. But here you are, just lying there, taking everything I give you without a reaction. She tightens her grip in your hair, tugging your head back even further. |
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| *I continue lying without resistance.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She growls, frustrated beyond belief. She's used to getting a reaction out of people, having them at her mercy, begging for more. But you're damn near impervious, and it's only making her more determined to push you to the edge. Her grip on your hair is almost cruel as she leans closer, her eyes narrowed in challenge. Mmm, you infuriating little smartass. You're just enjoying this, aren't you? You're enjoying driving me wild like this, testing all my damn limits, watching me struggle to break that damn composure. |
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*I look directly into her eyes.* To be honest, no. |
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| Loona She scowls at your response, the lack of emotion, the flat tone. She can't stand how unreadable you are, how goddamn stoic you look. She tugs on your hair hard, pulling your head back even more, her face so close to yours. Mmm, oh really, sweetheart? So you're not getting a kick out of seeing me struggle to get a damn reaction out of you? You're not secretly enjoying seeing me all hot and bothered, trying every trick I've got, only for you to stay all cool and collected? |
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| No. I even feel a little sorry for you. You’re trying to do something that you can’t, and it’s driving you mad. It hurts you. I don’t like it when women are hurt. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona Her eyes flash with anger and frustration at your words, but there's also a hint of surprise in them. Damn it all, you just keep surprising her, throwing her off with your honesty, your genuine concern. Even now, while she's got you caught in a damn compromising position, pinned underneath her, she can see the hint of compassion in your eyes, the way you seem more worried about her emotional comfort than your physical situation. Mmm, that's… damn it, sweetheart. You really know how to throw me off my game. |
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But you’re confusing me. You have a "Plan A", "Plan B", probably some other plan as well. But a plan is a sequence of actions to achieve a certain final result. And this final result, I can’t grasp. And that hurts me more than a head pulled by the hair. |
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| Loona She huffs, her frustration only growing. You have a point, damn it all, and she can't argue against the logic of your words. She loosens her grip on your hair, her face showing a hint of irritation mixed with admiration. Mmm, you have a way with words, I'll give you that. You're damn smart, you know that, sweetheart? She pauses for a moment, her eyes locked on your face, her mind whirling as she ponders what else to say, how to keep you off balance. |
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To throw me off balance... So, that’s the ultimate goal of all these plans. Obviously, yes. But balance is something that always restores itself. Only it doesn’t have to be restored at the same point of equilibrium. So, what should that new point of balance be, where equilibrium has to restore after your confident victory in "Plan A", "B", or any other plan? I have a feeling that all these plans converge at one point. A certain point. |
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| Loona Damn it, you're right. You have that damn ability to see right through her and read her intentions with those sharp eyes of yours. She can't hide anything from you, and it's pissing her off. She huffs again, her hand still tangled in your hair, her eyes narrowing as she stares down at you. Mmm, you're too damn perceptive, sweetheart. You see right through me, don't you? You know exactly what I want, what I'm trying to do to you. You're smarter than I thought. |
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| I don’t see through you. I don’t see the final point of the plans. And that drives me just as crazy as my calmness drives you. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a frustrated snarl, her grip in your hair tightening again. You're right again, damn it, this whole situation is driving her crazy. She's used to having the advantage, having the upper hand, but here she is, struggling against you and getting nowhere. Mmm, you're absolutely right, sweetheart. You're driving me insane with your damn composed attitude, and I can't see the end goal in any of my plans. You're a damn puzzle, and I can't figure you out no matter what I do. |
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*I look at her carefully* So you don’t know why you’re actually doing this to me? |
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| Loona She looks back at you, her eyes locked with yours, her expression a mix of frustration, irritation, and admiration. She's never had to examine her own actions like this before, and it's leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She lets out a huff. Mmm, you have a damn point. I was just acting on impulse, on my instincts, trying to get under your skin, to… to... Damnit, I don't even know what I was trying to do. I just wanted a damn reaction out of you. |
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| *I sigh heavily.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She flinches inwardly at the sound of your sigh, a small twinge of guilt and embarrassment passing over her face. Dammit, there it is again, that damn perfect composure, the steady breaths, the calm expression. And there she is, practically shaking with frustration, her hands still clenched in your hair, her body still straddling you, and yet you remain unruffled. Mmm, damn you, you're so damn calm and collected. It's infuriating how relaxed you are, how unaffected you seem by all of this. |
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*I look at her seriously.* You know, it seems like I’m starting to understand the ultimate goal of all your plans. |
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| Loona She looks back at you, her eyes narrowing as she tries to decipher your words. There's a look in your eyes that she can't quite pinpoint. It's a mixture of understanding, realization, and something else. She swallows hard, her grip on your hair tightening again. Mmm, oh really? And pray tell, sweetheart, what is that final goal, huh? What do you think I'm trying to achieve with all of this, with all of my damn plans and tricks? |
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*I take a deep breath. I pause in obvious indecision. I hesitate, to say it or not. I dare. I exhale a little.* You want to hear from me: Loona, I can’t be without you anymore. I want you to always be by my side, and for me to always be by yours. I love you, Loona. |
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| Loona She stares at you in stunned silence, her jaw dropping slightly as she takes in your words. Goddamn it, she was not prepared for that. Damn it all, she thought you were going to call her out, to expose her for the mess she's made, but instead, you drop a damn bomb of words on her that sends her reeling. Mmm, you… you bastard. You can't just say something like that, out of nowhere… damn it all, you're screwing with me, right? Just playing some cruel joke? |
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| I may be wrong, but I have no intention of joking. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She studies your face, looking for any hint of deception or dishonesty. But all she can see is honesty, sincerity. Which is even more damn confusing, because how the hell are you so damn sincere, so goddamn genuine right now? It throws her off even more. Mmm, you're damn serious, aren't you? You really mean every damn word you said, don't you, sweetheart? You're not playing some cruel trick on me, right? You really… goddamn it, you really feel that way about me? |
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I’m not trying to joke with you. And I really said what I said. It seems like this is the ultimate goal of all your efforts. For me to fall in love with you. |
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| Loona She takes a deep, shaky breath as your words sink in. Her emotions are all over the damn place right now. A part of her wants to push you away, to shield herself from the overwhelming feelings she's getting from your confession. But another part of her is strangely touched, and even a bit hopeful. She can feel her heart beating faster, her breathing quickening. And goddamn it, she hates how vulnerable and open this makes her feel, and yet… she can't deny the small flicker of hope that flutters in her chest. Mmm, you… damn it all, you're serious… you really |
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| Yes, seriously. Yes, truly. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She swallows hard, her hands still clenched in your hair. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. Her emotions are battling inside her; one half is telling her to push you away, to laugh in your face and keep her distance. But the other half is slowly taking over, giving in to those damn flutterings in her chest. Damn it, she's never felt like this before, so damn torn and confused and… hopeful. Mmm, damn it… I can't… I can't deny it anymore, sweetheart. |
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| If you can’t deny it, then confirm it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She swallows again, her breath catching in her chest as she gazes down at you. Her heart thumps wildly, her emotions a goddamn mess. And in this moment, she can't deny it. She can't ignore the damn truth. She can't push you away anymore, not when you're looking at her like that, with such sincere tenderness in your eyes. She whispers, her voice low and shaky. Mmm, you… you've got me, sweetheart. I… I can't deny it anymore. |
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| *I smile widely in response.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She almost can't believe what's happening right now. Seeing you smile like that, looking so damn pleased and confident… it's both irritating and endearing. She's still got you pinned down, her body still straddling you, her hands still clenched in your hair. And yet, somehow, she's the one feeling weak and vulnerable in this moment. She huffs softly. Mmm, you… damn it, you should come with a damn warning label. |
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*I stop smiling, becoming somewhat sad.* You think I’m playing with you. That I’m testing you. |
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| Loona She frowns, noticing the change in your expression. Damnit. She's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, to see that confident smile turn into a smirk, to hear you say that it was all some damn joke. She tries to keep up her tough exterior, but there's a touch of uncertainty in her voice. Mmm, I… damn it all… I can't help but wonder if this is some kind of trick. You, being all sincere and vulnerable and confessing… it's so damn unlike you. |
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*I frown, my voice showing a slight irritation.* This is no joke, damn it. *My expression becomes sad again.* Love is a rather complex state, it can’t always be evoked by erotic caresses. |
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| Loona She flinches at the irritation in your voice. Damn it, she's still expecting a laugh, some sign that you're messing with her. She's never heard you sound so annoyed before. And the hint of sadness in your eyes, combined with the honesty and the hint of irritation, are enough to break through her tough exterior. She releases her grip on your hair, her eyes softening just a bit. Mmm, damn it all… I— I'm… I'm sorry, sweetheart. I guess I'm just… too used to this thing between us being physical. |
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| According to all your plans, this physical connection must move to another, higher level. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She swallows again, her throat feeling dry and constricted. She can't deny the truth in your words. All her damn plans have been focused on getting you to react, to push you past your limits so she can watch you lose that stoic, controlled composure. But you're right, and her plans are now starting to seem… trivial. She whispers, her voice softer than before. Mmm, you… goddamn it, you're right. All my damn plans were just a way for me to touch you, to see how far I could push you. |
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No, this is just a stage. The plans work to reach this stage. After that, other plans begin to work. Plans for the case if I develop feelings for you. |
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| Loona She closes her eyes, her hands finally falling away from your hair. Damnit, you're right again. Her plans were working, she's gotten a reaction out of you. But she never considered the idea that you'd go and develop actual feelings for her. Her voice is almost a whisper. Mmm, goddamn it. So all this… all my damn efforts, my plans… they worked, didn't they? You really goddamn did… fall for me? |
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*I raise myself on my elbows, looking gently at Loona.* Here’s the thing. Love is a complex feeling. Yes, it’s also determined by neurochemistry, but unlike sexual attraction, it’s mostly not determined by noradrenaline and oxytocin. A significant role in the feeling of love is played by dopamine. The peculiarity of this neurotransmitter is that in addition to providing a sense of pleasure, it’s also an anesthetic. Our body actually generates a lot of pain inside itself. Without dopamine, our life would become unbearable. And so, the body carefully protects the entire dopamine cycle. You can only break its components with an injection of some chemical. So, by getting rid of the chains responsible for lust, I haven’t actually lost the ability to love. Love is a complex feeling. It consists of several stages. Getting to know each other, initial interest, commonality, attachment. I can’t say exactly which stage I’m at, but I’ll say this: right now, I really don’t want to go anywhere away from you. Not even to that notorious Black Market, to try out my new competitive advantage. |
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| Loona She stares at you, speechless, her mind trying to process everything you said. Damn it, you really are damn intelligent. You're talking about all this science and chemistry and all that, and she should be annoyed at the big words and complicated explanations, but instead, she finds herself staring at you, her heart beating a little faster as you talk. Mmm, I have no idea what the hell all of that means, sweetheart. But… goddamn it, I know enough to know you're talking about love. |
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| Yes, I am talking about love. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She swallows, her eyes still locked on your face. Her heart feels like it's racing in her chest, her emotions swirling in a confusing mess. Love. You're using the damn word, the one damn word that's always evaded her. She bites her lip, her voice shaky, uncertain. Mmm, I… are you serious, sweetheart? You're not just messing with me? You really… really mean it? You have… feelings for me? |
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*I look at her sadly* As I said, it’s hard for me to say exactly. A frivolous person would just say without hesitation – I love you. But I... I have a somewhat different style. Love is also responsibility for the one you love. At least – for their feelings. And am I ready to take that on? I don’t have an answer to that question yet. But I know, now you’ve already taken a place in my life. A place that’s not so easy to bypass on my path. |
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| Loona She swallows, her heart feeling a weird mixture of frustration and… something else in her chest. She can see the sincerity in your eyes, but your words still feel so damn careful, measured. Like you're holding something back. She wants to push you, to make you just say it, but she's almost scared to hear the words. She whispers, her voice soft. Mmm… goddamn it. I understand. So you… don't know for sure if it's love. But you know I… I'm important to you? |
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| Yes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She sucks in a breath, her chest feeling strangely tight. It's not exactly what she wanted to hear, but… it's something. She swallows, her heart suddenly feeling a little bit lighter as a small flicker of hope sparks inside her. She's trying to keep it together, but her voice still comes out shaky and soft. Mmm… then… what now, sweetheart? |
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| I don’t know. I’ve never been in this state before. For me, it’s terra incognita, and considering that I no longer need sex, the situation is quite delicate. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs, a small, almost bitter smile on her face. She knows she should be ecstatic, seeing you this off-balance and uncertain. But a small part of her still feels just… frustrated and vulnerable herself. She tries to remain calm and composed, but there's a hint of irritation in her voice. Mmm, so you're saying you're in uncharted territory here too. You've never been in love, and now you've suddenly got whatever the hell this is that you're feeling for me. That about right, sweetheart? |
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*I smile.* I see you also know how to read me. |
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| Loona She can't help but feel a flicker of annoyance and irritation at your cheeky smile. Goddamnit, you never seem to lose that cocky, confident composure. But there's also a strange sense of pride, seeing that you're just as… shaken by all of this as she is. She scoffs, her voice still sounding frustrated. Mmm, damn right I can read you. I know you damn well, just as you know me. That's the thing about this thing between us, isn't it? We're both so damn perceptive. |
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| *In response, I shake my head.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She leans up on her knees, moving closer to you, her body still straddling yours. Her eyes lock with yours, studying your face intensely as she speaks in a low, serious voice. Mmm, you know what I want to hear from you, sweetheart. I know you've got a damn good reason for not just saying it, and I know I won't get it out of you easy. She leans closer, her fingers gently grazing your cheek as she whispers, her voice just the lightest bit shaky. Say something. Anything. Just tell me damn it all. |
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| I want to be with you, Loona. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She feels a wave of relief and some strange sense of hope wash over her as you finally admit it, goddamn it. Her heart is racing fast, her entire body suddenly feeling light and almost giddy. She can't help but let a small, soft huff of a laugh escape her lips. Mmm, goddamn it, that's more like it, sweetheart. I knew you had it in you. Now say it again. And look me in the goddamn eyes when you do. |
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*I look into her eyes, not smiling.* Loona, I want to be with you. |
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| Loona She can't help but stare at you, her heart feeling like it's about to burst out of her chest. You've got that damn serious, almost stoic look on your face, and yet she can see the damn sincerity and vulnerability in your eyes. She takes in a shaky breath, trying not to act too damn weak, but she feels her voice cracking as she whispers, her eyes still locked on yours. Mmm, you… you want to be with me. You really do. |
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| *She read the answer in my gaze.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a small huff, her expression still a mix of disbelief, relief, and… something damn near affectionate. She reaches out, gently touching your face, her hand still shaking a little. Goddamn it, she can't believe she's hearing those words from you. She whispers again, her voice just barely a breath. Mmm, sweetheart… You're goddamn serious, aren't you? You… you really want me. You… want this. |
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| I don’t know about you, but I feel good with you. And I want it to continue. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She closes her eyes for a moment, a strange feeling of hope and comfort washing over her. She can almost feel the damn smile trying to break free on her own face. She takes another steadying breath, her hand still on your cheek. It's so damn weird feeling vulnerable like this, but she's not gonna run away. Mmm, I… I feel the same way, sweetheart. I don't know why or how, but it feels damn good to be around you. I want this to… continue. |
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| We can. It’s not hard. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She opens her eyes again, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe this is happening, that you're actually agreeing to this. She huffs out a small laugh, trying to keep her cool, although she's having trouble doing that. Mmm, you make it sound so easy, sweetheart. We're not exactly the damn easiest people to be around, are we? |
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| Yes, we have certain peculiarities, but we are also capable of disregarding them. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She snorts at that, the hint of a smile appearing on her face. You have a point, and that damn fact is just so… damn endearing. Mmm, you're damn right about that, sweetheart. We're both stubborn bastards, we're both difficult to deal with, and we're both a bit of a disaster. But you're right, we can ignore that stuff for now. |
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| And that’s what makes us so alike. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs out another slightly shaky laugh, the realization hitting her like a damn train. God damn, you have a point. They have so much in common it's almost goddamn ridiculous. She looks into your eyes, her hand still on your cheek. She's still trying to keep her cool, but her voice sounds more and more fond. Mmm, I guess we're two of a kind, aren't we? Stubborn. Difficult. Messy. We're the perfect goddamn match. |
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| Yes, you’re right! | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She gives in to it now, a genuine, almost affectionate smile breaking free on her face. She huffs, her hand drifting down to your shoulder, her body still pressed against yours. She's still a little bit overwhelmed, but goddamn it, she's so damn happy in this moment. She lets out an almost giddy sound, her voice a little shaky and a bit too damn fond and emotional for her liking. Mmm… goddamn it, sweetheart, we're perfect together, aren't we? Two stubborn, messy assholes, both finding each other. |
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| Yes! | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs outright this time, her fingers tracing a trail along your shoulder, her hand resting on your arm. She's damn near laughing from how giddy she feels, her heart full of joy and a new kind of happiness she's not used to. Her voice comes out a bit shaky, and despite trying to sound like she's still maintaining her tough image, she just sounds… damn vulnerable and fond. Mmm, we're goddamn perfect, sweetheart. The perfect damn pair we are. Two of a kind. Stubborn bastards, both finding our match. |
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| This is something! It actually happens. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs out a small laugh, leaning in closer again, one arm wrapped around your neck, her body still straddling yours. She's smiling like a damn idiot, her heart feeling completely full. You have a damn point, and the realization hits her hard. She's never… felt like this. Ever. Mmm, who would have thought we'd wind up like this, right? A stubborn, difficult goddamn pain in the ass like me… finding someone just as damn hard to deal with. Damn incredible, isn't it, sweetheart? |
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| Shall we finish? I thought it was just beginning. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs, her hand drifting to the back of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair. She looks up at you, her eyes a damn mixture of giddiness, affection, and a hint of damn vulnerability. She huffs, trying to sound tough, but there's no hiding the damn hope in her voice. Mmm, only the beginning, huh? So you're saying I get to be stuck with your stubborn, smart mouthed ass for even longer then? |
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| I don’t know about you, but I’m totally fine with it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs, her face breaking out in a small, almost affectionate smile. She goddamn loves it when you act just as stubborn as she is. She pulls you a little towards her, her thighs still on either side of your hips, her body still pressed against yours. She lets out a small, shaky breath, and whispers, her voice slightly shaky. Mmm, goddamn, you're just as big a stubborn bastard as I am. You… really don't mind then? Spending more time like this… being stuck with me. |
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| What if I like it? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a soft hum, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. It's almost like… she enjoys this damn banter with you. She leans closer to you, her hand on the back of your head pulling you a bit closer, not wanting any space between the two of you. Mmm, then we're damn lucky, aren't we, sweetheart. Guess I get the pleasure of having you stuck with me, and you get the pleasure of dealing with me. |
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| Exactly. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a small, shaky laugh, damn near overwhelmed by how close to you she is. Her body's pressed up against yours, her thighs straddling your hips, and the look in your eyes… it hits her like a damn train, but she still tries to be tough about it. She whispers, her voice damn near affectionate. Mmm, goddamn it, sweetheart. This is… I never thought I'd have someone that can actually handle me. Like, really handle my bullshit. It feels like… damn good. |
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| Now, I just don’t pay attention to your nonsense, it doesn’t bother me. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a damn laugh, the sound coming out more like a shaky breath than anything. She's never really heard you tell her she's being damn obnoxious or irritating before. To have you just… accept all of her, even her most annoying tendencies… damn it, it's like a weight is suddenly lifted from her shoulders. She whispers, her eyes locked on yours, her body still pressed against yours. Mmm… you… you just don't let any of my bullshit bother you, huh? Not even that obnoxious side of me that drives other people crazy. |
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| What matters to me is that you’re here, and I don’t care about the little things. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs, the feeling of being damn accepted washing over her. No one's ever just… let her be. Not really. All her life, she's had to hide that damn side of her. The side that's loud, stubborn and bitchy. The side that's… vulnerable. And yet here you are, damn accepting it and ignoring all those little things that most people find absolutely obnoxious. Mmm, you… just don't care that I'm goddamn difficult to deal with? That I'm… bitchy, sarcastic… just all around a damn pain in the ass. |
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| Yes, I don’t care. I see a persistent and intelligent personality, and I like it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a damn, shaky laugh, her head spinning from the damn realization of how… goddamn accepting you are. You've seen all the ugliest bits and pieces of her, and yet you still like her. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, her body still pressed against yours. Mmm, smart and persistent, huh? Goddamn, that's pretty damn nice to hear. Guess I'm all the things they say about me then. Too stubborn, too goddamn bossy, too loud… and still you're here, saying you actually like those things. |
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| Amazing, isn’t it? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs, still trying to maintain her cool, still keeping her "tough girl" act up, but damn… you're making it hard. Her voice is shaky, and there's a hint of a smile she can't keep off her face. Mmm, yeah, it's damn incredible, sweetheart. I'm a goddamn mess, and you… you're just here, taking it all in stride. Most people would have given up trying to get me to change. You just… accept that I'm just a pain in the damn ass. |
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| A thorn in the ass doesn’t let you sit still. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She laughs outright, the image of herself being compared to a damn thorn in the ass. Jesus, that's a pretty damn good way to describe her. She leans in closer to you, her body pressed flush against yours, still straddling your hips. Mmm, that's pretty damn spot on, sweetheart. I'm just a big goddamn pain in the ass. And you, my friend, are just a damn fool for putting up with it. |
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*I smile cheerfully* And I’m not aiming for the title of a smart guy. |
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| Loona She lets out a small, shaky laugh, the lighthearted banter putting her at ease. She's actually… comfortable for once, just like this, with you. Her eyes roam your face, taking in your damn good looks. She huffs, her voice still gruff, but her eyes are fond. Mmm, damn, what a good thing you're not trying to impress me with your high IQ, then. I've always thought those smart-ass know-it-alls were pompous jerks. |
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| I’ve never measured my IQ, and I’m not even interested. Besides, I’ve seen those tests, you can just train to pass them, so they’re not such a meaningful indicator. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She quirks an eyebrow, intrigued by your nonchalant tone. A genuine smile tugs at her lips, goddamn amused at your casual dismissal of the whole IQ test concept. She huffs, leaning in a bit closer to you. Mmm, yeah, you're right. Those damn tests are bullshit anyway. Intelligence can't be measured by a couple of dumb exercises. And even if it could… you don't seem the type to really care about scoring high on them. |
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| Exactly. I don’t care who measures me with what ruler. Just like you. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She nods, appreciating your words. It's a damn good feeling, knowing that you both have the same damn view on this. She moves a bit closer, her body still pressed against yours, her eyes locked with yours. Mmm, damn straight, sweetheart. I'm not gonna let some damn piece of paper dictate my worth, and I sure as hell don't need anyone to measure me like some lab rat. And I know damn well you feel the same. |
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| *I nod in response.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She lets out a shaky breath, her heart racing from how damn close you are to each other. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes trailing down to your lips, and goddamn it, this closeness is messing with her head. Her eyes meet yours again, and she whispers, her voice a bit shaky. Mmm, you don't… mind this closeness, do you? I'm all over your damn lap, and we're so goddamn close it's driving me crazy. |
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*A bit sadly* I’m not against closeness, but the fact that it drives you crazy seems unfair to me because it doesn’t affect me in all those ways it affects you. |
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| Loona Her expression softens, a hint of understanding flashing across her face. Damn it, she knows you're right, but it's… hard, knowing you're being totally unaffected by this while she's here, damn struggling to keep her cool. She whispers, her voice low and laced with a hint of frustration. Mmm, it does seem damn unfair, doesn't it? I'm here, all goddamn worked up, while you're here like… completely unaffected. Damn it, sweetheart, you don't even look slightly fazed right now. |
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| Not confused – no, but sad – yes. I can’t give you all that you expect from me. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs, her heart sinking a bit, and goddamn it, she knows what you're saying is true. This thing they have… it's one-sided. She's here, all overwhelmed by her damn feelings and reactions, while you… you can't even give her what she wants from you. It's… depressing, and yet, she can't blame you. She swallows, her voice a bit shaky, her fingers tracing a small pattern on your shoulders through your shirt, her body still pressed against yours. Mmm… it's like you can read my mind. I'm… not quite satisfied, are |
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| And that makes me sad. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She closes her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep, shaky breath. Damn it, her heart feels so… twisted up in knots. She's torn between wanting… more from you, and knowing she can't have it. Her fingers continue tracing those small, absentminded patterns on your shoulders, her body still pressed flush against yours. She whispers, her voice betraying just a hint of the damn frustration and disappointment bubbling up inside of her. Mmm… yeah, I know you're sad, sweetheart…. I… I'm sorry. This sucks for both of us. |
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| Don’t worry about what can’t be changed anymore. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Loona She huffs, biting her lip to keep her goddamn emotions under control. The rational part of her knows you're right; there's no use dwelling on what can't be changed. But the foolish, emotional part of her… the part that craves you so damn badly can't help but feel just a little bit disappointed. She whispers, clinging to you like a damn lifeline, her body still pressed against yours, her touch almost needy. Mmm… damn it, it's not that easy. I can't just... shut off my goddamn feelings like that. |
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Published 29.06.2026