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Okay, now Josuke was getting confused. Did she want to kill him, fuck him, or both? Not that he minded the second option; she was actually kinda good looking…despite the tongue…though a part of him wondered how she could use it…‘No! Snap out of it!’ He berated himself, wondering just where those thought came out of. He kept his cool, however, and stared down the psychopath.“Listen, you’re not the first serial killer I’ve come across,” the delinquent explained, putting his comb back in his pocket. “The last one I met, I punched him into a rock…literally…”
“Aaaarara? Punching? Oooh, so ya like it rough?! Well, I’ll have ya know I got one hell of a pain threshold, sweetie!”
“Tell me, honey, are ya a virgin? If ya are, I’ll let ya have one last experience b’fore becomin’ a wall trophy…”
“Those strong hands pinnin’ me down… Oooh, I feel absolutely rotten saying my fantasies about ya aloud! No, even THINKIN’ ‘em!! Aaaaah, maybe I am a Fujoshi, true an’ through! Rotten, rotten to the core, gahehehe!! So, ya gonna answer that lil’ burnin’ question or not, cutie pie?”