20. JailI am now dressed in stereotypical bck and white striped uniform as i am forcefully taken away and put in a cell. Two guards are keeping me company, escorting me towards my cell. I'm full of anger, but i found that punch thrown at me to be memorable, so i decide to keep my mouth shut for the moment. The guards stop in front of the soon to be mine cell.

  "Enter in here."

  Their overtly stern tone is extremely annoying. I'm really tempted to fight back but i decide not to, so i enter the cell. The guards then close the gate as soon as i enter said cell. They leave me alone, so i decide to look at the cell.

  'A bed, a toilet, a window, a sink... There's nothing else... At least i'm alone.'

  I then sit on the wooden bed.

  'I hate this pce. I hate these people. I hate that i'm mostly treated badly without any reason. And to add salt to the wound, i have been set up by a stupid thief that wanted to make a quick buck.'

  I sigh, breathing slowly.

  'Let's think about who could have set me up today. The first question is: Have i really been set up or was i just a scapegoat? I need to find out if i was just colteral damage or if the thief chose my locker because it was mine. Even then, i have no idea who is so much in need of money to attempt something like this. However, in case that i have been effectively set up, the theft could be just a diversion. The prize would have been stolen not because someone wanted to steal it but only because a crime needed to be committed to set up someone. If this second option is indeed what happened, then the principal suspect to set me up would be Brando, since we went there together, and even if i kicked him out while i changed he could easily see what my locker was. Other pusible culprits would be whoever was in charge of distributing the lockers or a colleague of them. But would they have any reason to set me up? Only Brando has a reason: His crush towards Vionte and his tense retionship with her. He could have seen me as a threat and consequentially he wanted to dispose of me... This motive is rather stupid, but i think it makes sense from a logical point of view. Things changes, however, if i'm only colteral. Then i have absolutely no idea about who could be a possible culprit.'

  As i finished thinking, i decided to explore the room, searching for something to pass the time with. I explore every drawer and every corner of the room, finding absolutely nothing.

  'Drat! This pce is devoid of any form of entertainment. I always have my brain with me though, a brain that managed to keep me entertained with weird, tasteless stories of pettiness, idiocy and a bit of sensuality.'

  I look at the entrance of the cell. I see no one.

  'Do they really expect that i'll behave if left without nothing to do?'

  Wanting both something to do while i'm sojourning here and to annoy everyone in my sight, i went towards the bars of the cell and i started yelling. I said i'd make them pay and i see no reasons not to start now.

  "Hey! I want something to do! Do you really expect me twiddle my thumbs in here?"

  I see noone reply, nor i hear anyone approaching the cell. Given the ck of response, i put more emphasis in my request.

  "HEY! I'VE SAID THAT I'M BORED! I WANT SOMETHING TO PLAY WITH!"

  After a moment, a guard arrives in front of my cell.

  "This is a prison, not a game circle! We have no reason to give prisoners pasttimes!"

  "I'm no prisoner! I'm just here in a pre-trial detention!"

  "That makes you a prisoner."

  The guy is annoying me. He's shut down my argument, but i'm counting more from the attrition of my requests than from the validity of the arguments.

  "As i said, i'm not been found guilty of anything. I'm just a suspect. So give me something!"

  The guard in front of me remains unfazed.

  "I see that you're just a petunt child..."

  He looks at me as i mimic him talking with my right hand. Then he leaves. I watch him as he goes away, only to return a couple of minutes ter with a discount version of a Rubik's cube and a steaming teacup. He arrives in front of my cell.

  "Take these things. And if you dare to annoy the guards before you solve this game you'll be punished."

  I take the cup from his hands from the handle. I look inside it. The beverage inside seems to be coffee.

  "I don't like coffee! And i never ordered it!"

  "I care not. Even better, i'm happy to have displeased you. And if you have not finished it when i'll return, i'm going to make you ten push-ups."

  I'm feeling a lot of unease. I can't do push-ups. I hate push-ups. As i think about the prospects of push-ups i put the cup on the nearest surface avaible and then i take the Rubik's cube. It's rather heavy and hot from his touch. I barely look at him as i question him.

  "And what if someone can't do ten push-ups?"

  The guard in front of me ughs.

  "One should be ridiculously physically... Inept to not be able to do ten push-ups..."

  He then looks at me.

  "Looking better at you... Yeah, you are physically inept. You've probably never ever done a physical activity in your life."

  He's not wrong, but if he thinks he's going to win this argument then he IS wrong.

  "Because, unlike you, i have a brain, so i preferred pursuing more intellectual activities."

  "At least i'm not a criminal."

  Both him and I are quite nervous now. He decides to leave. This argument seems to have ended in a draw. With nothing to do now, i proceed to put the cube on the bed. Then i dispose of the coffee by pouring it outside the window. After i've done that, i y on the bed and i start pying with the cube. I never liked the Rubik's cube, as it's just a game of memorization of an algorithm, an algorithm i don't know and that i'm not interested in discovering it again through brute force. However, since i've time to invest, not that i wanted to, i can at least attempt at learn that algorithm from zero... Even if my memory for such things it's not the best...

  Meanwhile

  At the board game festival, the tournament has ended.

  "And that's all for this year's board games festival! Thank you for your support and your participation, despite the problems we've had!"

  The announcer was excited. Meanwhile Ferdinando left the table where the final game was pyed, slowly approaching Timotea and Vionte, that were talking to each other. As he did that, The cat-girl showed him the number four with her hand.

  "You were so confident... And yet you arrived st..."

  The girls ughed. Timotea's was a hearty ugh while Vionte's one was more refined and contained. The minotaur rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

  "I have been unlucky, that's all."

  The indigo-haired girl smirked.

  "Weren't you the one that was so confident to win because he was the superior tactician?"

  The anthropomorphic ox gred at her.

  "I'm not here to allow myself to be made fun of. I need to talk to you in private. It's urgent. Follow me."

  Vionte sighed.

  'Touchy as always...'

  While the catgirl simply nodded, but with a smirk on her face.

  'He really can't lose...'

  The three people then went in a secluded pce.

  "Let's skip formalities. I just want to say that i wasn't expecting anything from the demon lord. But being arrested is a new low even for him. I'm at a loss of words."

  The half-succubus put a hand on her own hips.

  "I'm sure he's been set up. Do you really think Agamennone would really steal the first prize? What reason would he have?"

  Ferdinando snorted.

  "Calm down. I may have absolute no faith in him as our savior but i also think he's innocent. He cks a motive and he also cks courage, he would never go for a high-risk low-reward prey like the first prize of a festival frequented by a lot of people. This doesn't change that he's now in prison accused of petty theft. And probably other accuses too, given his speech at the end... This guy is definitely unstable... Still, why are you sure that he's been set up? He could have just been a random person used as a scapegoat."

  The girl's body became stiff.

  "Because i'm sure he's been set up by Brando Diecimiglia. That guy wants me all for him and has probably seen Agamennone has a possible opponent in his quest. He also thought that framing him would have possibly made me sad enough and thus bed me easily. But i'll make sure that he rots in jail once and for all."

  Timotea hugged the first prize in her arms.

  "That would be great."

  The minotaur looked at the girls.

  "I'll take note about this Brando, but... Your statement is probably biased by your past experiences."

  "He was Agamennone's partner today. If they changed their clothes together Brando could easily memorize Agamennone's locker to frame him ter."

  "True, but these are all conjectures. You need proves."

  Vionte snapped.

  "Agamennone has been arrested over circumstantial proves! Why isn't he released then?"

  Ferdinando was surprised by the girl's reaction. He sighed.

  "This is something that can be done... Or at least something that could have been done if he didn't go all 'murder and rape' at the end. Even without charges towards him for such heinous speech, the guards will not be keen to free someone they perceive as deranged."

  Vionte was trembling with not so tent fury.

  "Drat! Why he has to be so emotional! If he kept himself calm instead of exploding like heated gas tank he could have possibliy got free as soon as the tournament ended."

  The catgirl put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

  "Can you really bme him though for shing out? He's been arrested while being innocent. He may have used strong words but i'm sure you can understand the sentiment."

  Vionte did not reply. She turned her head to the other side for a moment.

  "That's true..."

  Then she regained some confidence.

  "Well, i'm going to speak to Agamennone. Timotea, whenever you have time try to approach the guildmaster, he may know something about his brother's schemes... While you, regent... Find a way to have him released."

  "Ok girl!"

  Timotea happily accepted to help her, while the minotaur was perplexed.

  "I can't really bend the ws, even for him. The most i can do is to use the leverage i may have on the guards, but i can't and i won't make exception for his errors."

  Said that, Ferdinando slowly left the girls. Vionte crossed her arms, unsatisfied by his answer.

  "At least investigate the scene! Maybe we can find something."

  The anthropomorphic ox, turned his head to watch the half-succubus.

  "That's something i can do."

  He then left for good.

  "Sorry Ti, but i have to go too. We'll celebrate for good once i return, ok?"

  The indigo-haired girl smiled at her friend, despite not really being happy.

  "I understand Vi... There's no reason for you to smile at me like that. You know i know when your smiles are fake."

  Vionte stopped smiling.

  "See you ter."

  "Goodbye."

  The duo separated.

  A bit ter.

  I'm still pying with the cube. I've found no solutions yet. However, i remember that you start by making a cross on one of the faces while the top-central square of the adiacent faces should have the same colour of the central square. However, every single time i managed, randomly, to form the cross i was never able to also satisfy this second condition. Honestly, if it wasn't my only game in here i would have probably already thrown this trinket away. I'm too distracted pying to notice the guard approaching.

  "H... ...o... t... e's ... ...is..."

  I understand nothing as i'm to concentrated on the cube. However, a moment ter he manages to catch my attention.

  "HEY, YOU CUBE LOVER! I'VE SAID THERE'S A VISIT FOR YOU!"

  The surprise makes my hands drop the cube. I slowly stand up from my bed. I'm not that happy to hear that news, because i'm almost certain of who's visiting me. And as soon as i hear her voice, my suspicions are confirmed.

  "So... Mass murder... Sexual abuse... Child abuse... You really have thought about anything that could have made them understand how much you hated them..."

  Vionte's here, and she's mocking me. That's what i feared, that she's going to reprimand me because of my speech. I know i said a lot of horrible things. But as they were willing to throw me in jail without even confirming my guilt, i decided to make them as uncomfortable as possible. I regret nothing. That speech gave me the catharsis i needed in that precise moment.

  "You know, i prefer direct approaches over convoluted ones. I've never been good at being passive aggressive..."

  She crosses he arms. Her look is clearly one of dissatisfaction. She's very expressive so even i can tell. The guard, meanwhile, has left us alone.

  "Agamennone... I want to be honest with you. When i heard your 'speech', i thought that you were an idiot."

  I don't like her comment in the slightest.

  "It's easy to talk for you, since you were not the one unjustly arrested!"

  The girl sighed.

  "I... Know... And to be honest with you, it was Timotea that made me think about it... Because i still thought that you were an idiot."

  Is she here only to tell me that i'm an idiot? If that's so, then i won't lose without fighting.

  "You know, i'm not a frigid machine like you are, Ms. Q."

  She intinctively put her arms in front of her chest. It seems that i hit a nerve.

  "D-don't say that!"

  She takes deep breath. I decide to let her end her phrase, out of the little respect i have for her. And despite how it sounds, i mean it in a positive light, since i respect noone outside of basic etiquette.

  "S-sorry, Agamennone... It's just... It would have been easier to get you out without your outburst... You may have to serve some time due to the threats you've given. Such threats are taken seriously."

  I roll my eyes.

  "It seems that the only things taken seriously are the one that are against me..."

  Vionte giggles.

  "Don't py the victim card now..."

  "I AM a victim..."

  I seem to have deleted the giggle from her face. I didn't really wanted that, as she's cute when she giggles. I think i'm starting to pity her. Maybe i've been to aggressive towards her.

  "You're right. You are a victim. A victim of a set up. A victim of an unjust arrest. A victim of that horrible excuse of a demon that is Brando."

  She's scaring me. She seems to hate that Brando guy with a passion. I mean, she always voiced her dislike for him, but she's dead serious now. I instinctively flinch as she looks at me. A wicked smile seems to form on her face.

  "You're scared now?"

  I slowly nod. I have no reason to put up a front of bravery, nor i'm able to do it. However, i noticed that her smile is becoming more genuine, until she ughs.

  "You know, you were winning our squabble till this moment. I'm happy i've got the upper hand again."

  She's like me, she always wants to say the st word. Still, i've no time to argue that her expression turned serious again.

  "We have to be serious for a moment though. You may think i'm biased, but i'm almost sure that Brando is the culprit behind your arrest."

  Given that Brando was my partner, is highly likely that he could be the culprit. Maybe i should have trusted her rather than seeing things with my own eyes, at least in this case. I don't reply to her though.

  "I'll do my best to prove your innocence, Agamennone, so that the guards can drop their charges against you. And by proving Brando's guilt, i can both free you and dispose of that guy forever."

  She then starts ughin maniacally. And to her i am the weird one. She composes herself soon again, clearing her throat.

  "I... May have exaggerated a bit... Still, where was i? Oh... Yeah... Timotea and i are going to investigate about Brando. I'm kinda sure his brother knows at least something about it. Meanwhile our regent is going to find a way to release you as soon as possible while also investigating the crime on his own by sending the guards."

  The living sausage is also helping me? How... Not really, actually, i don't really care about him so i have no strong opinion of what he does. I thought however that he just wanted to go against me for a sadistic delight he had.

  "He confirmed my suspicions though, which is that your speech has lowered the possibility of you being released completely. You will probably get a small sentence and a fine though."

  I roll my eyes

  "How delightful..."

  Vionte giggles.

  "Well, i think i've said everything to you for now. I hope that you can be released soon..."

  She's ready to leave.

  "Goodbye. And try not to make too many enemies in here."

  She smiles at me while waving her hand. She once said to me that most of her smiles are fake, but i still... Appreciate them.

  "You know, making enemies out of the blue is probably my only talent..."

  I smirk at my own statement. She turns around. She has a subdued smile on her face.

  "If your thought was to either sound cool or to get my pity, then you failed. But i'm sure that wasn't your objective."

  She's right. Sometimes she scares me with how she seems to read me with ease... But that's probably because i'm as transparent as a piece of gss under visible light. Still, i decided to end this conversation with a loud bang.

  "Still, since you're here can you fetch me a dozen bags of powdered sucrose and a ligh-... And a match?"

  I instinctively changed the phrase since i never learnt how to use a lighter... Nor i know if they have them, actually. She's now looking at me with an ominous look yet with also an amused smile.

  "Oh... Mr. Homicide here wants to go out with a bang by blowing up himself together with the cell he's inside, huh? Really a magnificent pn... Especially since you'll probably die from al the sugar you'll inhale well before you can detonate this pce..."

  She's smiling.

  "Goodbye then... In the meantime try not to dispose of yourself..."

  She then notices the cube on the bed.

  "... And if you're still interested... When you return home i can teach you how to solve that cube..."

  I nod. The woman is ready to leave again, but this time she's stopped by the guard.

  "Hey you two, i've heard that you're going to detonate something! Should i arrest you too, girl?"

  Vionte sighs, then she turns towards the guard.

  "It was a joke. He has a twisted sense of humor."

  "I think he doesn't have a twisted sense of humor. I think he's just a twisted man. Well, i think it's time for you to leave, miss."

  I gre at the guard, who then gres at me. By now, i rather hate this guy. The woman waves her hand at me as she's leaving

  "Bye."

  The guard observes my room, before gring at me again.

  "You behave! And i see that you've drunk your coffee. Great! I like obedient inmates!"

  He then also leaves. Now that i'm left alone, i return pying with the Rubik's cube.

  Later.

  Brando, dressed in a refined suit, entered a refined restaurant called "Il Tozzo di Pane Raffermo1 The Piece of Stale Bread". Inside, he was welcomed by a waiter.

  "Welcome, dear customer. Have you reserved a table or..."

  "No... I've not reserved anything... I just felt like eating outside today... I'm in a good mood..."

  "Ok, then follow me. Are you waiting for anyone else?"

  "No, i'm alone."

  The waiter accompanied Brando towards a small table, where the demon sat. The waiter then left. Brando observed his surroundings, noticing a TV that was broadcasting the news.

  "This year's board game's festival has been tainted by an attempted theft. While the culprit is still unknown, the primary suspect, a young man called Agamennone Acquatersa, has been incarcerated as per pre-trial detention to interrogate him. Our correspondent from the jail will give us more information soon. Can you hear me?"

  "Yeah, i hear you really well. From what the guards have said to me, the suspect has still not been interrogated, but they also told me that his interrogation is going to start soon. However i have news that someone could find interesting. In fact, it seems that the youngest daughter of Valentina Balzano has been seen leaving this pce. We've been able to intercept her as she left."

  The TV broadcast the interview. In it, the girl was visibly annoyed.

  "So, Ms. Balzano, can you kindly tell us why did you came out from the city's prison."

  Vionte stopped her giggling, putting a poker face.

  "Because i was inside it."

  The correspondent was slightly annoyed.

  "And why were you inside the prison?"

  The half-succubus tried to suppress her giggling.

  "Because i entered in the prison."

  The journalist was becoming angrier.

  "And why did you enter the prison?"

  "Because i was outside it."

  The correspondent left the girl alone, flipping the bird to her as he did that.

  "Good evening girl"

  In the restaurant, as the interview ended, a small number of people ughed, while another small number was whispering.

  "That girl is really something..."

  "I think that the interview is fake."

  "I wonder why she was there though..."

  Such interview, however, made Brando angry.

  'She's still on his side! I'll make sure to teach her who's better as soon as i'll bed her.'

  Now frustrated, he decided to control his phone. He found absolutely nothing on it. He also looked at his phone call log.

  'Bro, Bro, Bro, Domenica... Domenica...'

  The demon massaged his head.

  'I think i'll call her... She'll be a great appetizer.'

  He then called her.

  "Brando!"

  "Hey, girl. I was thinking, would you like to meet me ter?"

  "Sure Brando."

  As he talked at the phone, the waiter put some bread, some breadsticks and a menu on the table. Brando noticed it, so he muted his phone.

  "Sorry to disturb you, but would it be a problem if someone comes here and joins me?"

  "No, of course not... As long as he pays..."

  The waiter left. Brando unmuted the phone.

  "Brando? Brando!?"

  "Sorry girl, I was talking to a waiter. I was in a good mood so i went to a restaurant. I asked him if it would be a problem if someone joined me, and they said no. So, if you're free, why don't you join me at 'Il Tozzo di Pane Raffermo'? It's a good restaurant. I guarantee for it."

  From the other side of the phone, the woman yelled from excitement. Her voice was so high that Brando had to remove the phone from his ear.

  "YES! YES! YES! I'LL COME, I'LL COME! Just give me the time to prepare myself."

  "Ok then, i'll wait for you."

  Brando closed the call, then he ate a breadstick.

  Meanwhile.

  I have been brought in the interrogation room. It's a small, cozy room with a desk and a computer on it. I've been told to wait for the officer responsible for the interrogation. Another guard was guarding the entrance door. Soon enough the guard responsible for the interrogation enters the office. It's a familiar face, even if he doesn't have a face... Or a head... Yet he was eating a bowl of noodles... While walking.

  "I have no idea why Ferdinando wanted me to interrogate people tonight. I'm the captain of the guards, not some random rookie... I sometimes think he's a weirdo, even if that person is even weirder..."

  He sits at the desk while still eating the noodles. Then he looks at me.

  "So, who we ha-... Now i understand... What have you done?"

  I look at him weirdly.

  "If you don't know it... Still, i haven't eaten, can you bring me some food?"

  He finishes his noodles, putting the bowl to the side of the desk. He has a confused air.

  "Inmates have been served food already. Why haven't you eaten?"

  "Because the it was a caprese sad! You call it food? I'd rather drink bromine while eating concrete sandwitches with potassium cream and topazes."

  The living armor is still puzzled.

  "Caprese? Concrete sandwitches? What are you saying? We serve good food though, and if you don't like it it's not my fault. We are not a restaurant."

  I forgot the isnd of Capri doesn't exist in this pce... It's just that i don't like tomatoes. I abhor tomatoes. I hate tomatoes. Everyday i curse the one guy that discovered that tomatoes weren't poisonous as they were thought. Everyday i wish the death of those who say "How is it possible that you don't like tomatoes!? They're delicious!" My hatred is especially directed towards those that dares to put salt on them! They're so salty that makes me puke and people put salt on them!

  "Agamennone?! Agamennone!?"

  As my thougths go rampant, a voice makes me return to reality.

  "Huh?"

  "Agamennone! I have to interrogate you. And i need you to listen to me. What were you thinking about that's more imporant of an interrogation?"

  I divert my look.

  "Uhm... Tomatoes..."

  He seems confused.

  "Tomatoes? Tomatoes!"

  "Yeah. Tomatoes, The greatest evil existant in the face of the pnet. The-"

  "Stop it. We are not going to discuss about tomatoes in the interrogation room of a prison! That would be ridicoulous. So... Let's start our interrogation before we end up talking about something like..."

  After he has interrupted me with a rather stern tone, he now massages his head, struggling with a fitting example.

  "Like the deontology of pentagons over the rationals in a 1 M acqueous solution of 1-propyl bromide?"

  "Yeah, something like that..."

  "In that case-"

  "Nope. Now answer me. Where were you at the time of the theft, which is estimated to be before 18:34, time at which Timotea Iodice confirmed that the golden coins of the first prize were fake?"

  "What do you mean with 'Before 18:34'? How much before should i start telling about?"

  He's tapping the desk with his fingers. He seems nervous.

  "Use some common sense! Huh... If you really want to have a defined timespan then... Tell me what did you do this afternoon."

  "I pyed with Vionte until arund 15 o'clock. Then i was on duty to guard the prizes until the tournament theft was announced."

  He writes on his PC all i'm saying. After he's written everything he massages his head again.

  "Ok. Next question: Have you always been with the prize when you were on duty?"

  "No. I went to the bathroom once."

  He writes my words on the PC again.

  "Can someone confirm your statement?"

  "An adventured called Brando."

  "I see... And do you know who were on duty before you?"

  I fail to understand why he supposes that i would know them.

  "No."

  "Uhm..."

  He scratches his chin.

  "And what about this Brando. Why he can confirm that you once went to the bathroom?"

  "Because he was my partner. I guarded the prize inside, while he was outside."

  "Ok.... And has he always been outside the pce where the prize was?"

  "No, he also went to the bathroom once, just after i returned. We took turns, basically."

  I'm start to get bored by this interrogation. I wanted to be home, pying games and having edible things for dinner, yet here i am, defending myself from a crime i've never committed...

  "We've almost done, Agamennone... I thought you would be... Less cooperative..."

  This statement angers me.

  "I have to save my own skin! Or do you think i have a compulsive need to oppose everyone i meet?"

  "I was joking, Agamennone..."

  I didn't catch his joke. I thought he was serious. Surely it would have helped if he didn't use the same tone as the rest of the interrogation.

  "Ah... Sorry then..."

  "Still, i have just one question left: Did you really threatened all of the festival's participants with murder and sexual abuse, both towards them and their family?"

  "Yes... But i was angry. Very angry. I was being summarily arrested with absolute no cocnrete proves against me and the people present there were cheering against me. What should have i done, throw kisses at them while winking? ESPECIALLY AT THAT WITCH OF AN ANNOUNCER THAT WAS THROUGHLY ENJOYING HERSELF WHILE I WAS SUFFERING?"

  As i started screaming i instinctively stood up. The armor in front of me, however, remains unfazed at my tirade.

  "Calm down, Agamennone..."

  He also emphasize his words with his gestuality, with his hands waving downwards, inviting me to sit down again. I do that.

  "... I have now all the informations i need from you. Next we'll interrogate the other adventurers that were on duty to guard the prize and then we'll reach a conclusion. Meanwhile, tomorrow we'll decide what to do about you until the trial starts. We may release you, but that speech of yours could complicate things. Still... I'll see you tomorrow."

  I roll my eyes.

  "Thanks..."

  Volframio sighs.

  "Don't start compining now..."

  He then points at the guard at the door.

  "Guard, escort him to his cell."

  The guard moves towards me, telling me to stand up with his hands. I comply. And then we leave together the interrogation room.

  Later.

  Brando and Domenica left the restaurant where they ate. They were tipsy.

  "So... Brando... What are we going to do now?"

  "I... Was thinking about returning home, Domenica... Honestly... Earlier i wanted to have fun with you tonight, but now i'm not feeling too well..."

  Domenica's eyes shone bright as she heard the words "have fun".

  "Please Brando... I need you! I want you!"

  Brando sighed.

  "Ok then... Let's go to our usual spot in the park."

  The horse-girl jumped repeatedly on the spot. Then the two went to the park. They reached the secluded spot in the park. Brando sat on a wooden bench, then he lowered his trousers and his boxers, freeing his penis. The girl removed her skirt and her panties, putting the undergarments on one of Brando's horns while the tter was putting a condom on his penis. After he did this, he put away the clothes on his horn. The girl was excited; The demon not so much.

  "Ready? Here i come!"

  The horse-girl slowly sat on the demon, carefully putting his member in her vagina, then she started going up and down, grabbing the man's shoulders to anchor herself. Brando looked at the girl's body's motion, with his head following it.

  "Finally Brando, Finally i have you! And to think that it seemed to me you weren't too interested..."

  Brando blinked twice.

  "No, no... It's just... i had other things in my mind recently... It's just my fault..."

  'This girl may be a bit too perceptive...'

  "And to add salt to injury... I had a guy fawning over me that never left me alone, despite telling him clearly that i wasn't interested in him."

  "Uh... I understand... It probably was very annoying to have him always buzzing around you..."

  Brando's tone was one of bnd interest, like he listened to her to give her a sweetener.

  "True... The only positive thing is that he always bought me gifts... So i could just recycle them by giving them to you..."

  Brando was surprised.

  'So she gave me all gifts another guy bought her? At this point i'm gd i've already sold her gifts off...'

  Meanwhile the girl was lewdily happy to ride the man.

  "That guy's really a tough nut to crack... And to think he almost resigned in pursuing me, yet he found a friend and now is confidence is high again!"

  "I see... Then we should hammer down his confidence again. Like... You could show me to him as your boyfriend. This way he can see that he really has no chances with you."

  Domenica smiled.

  "You're right! Tomorrow i'll call him and i'l tell him to meet me again soon. Then i'll call you so you can join us. What do you think, Brando?"

  "I think it's a good idea..."

  'I think it will be really funny to shatter a guy's heart and confidence to pieces...'

  The two then continued having sex until the demon reached his climax. The girl, enjoying herself way more, was the first to reach the orgasm.