𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗬? J.C

Chapter 3

"Oink! Oink! Motherfucker! Where's that money you promised me???"

Jessica immediately rolled her eyes, she was going to get brain damage from how often she did, not that it mattered. She knew the obnoxious squeals could only belong to one pig; Peppa Pig. Peppa became her dealer after the last one wouldn't stop screeching about how gay she was for them. Which was entirely untrue.

"I can smell your period from here. Stop being a hormonal hog and wipe yourself." Jessica was so not interested in dealing with this shit right now. The happiness of getting a break from the sexual tension earlier had faded. How was she supposed to seduce Corn if there was no sexual tension? "Wait what the fuck- are you listening to Lana Del Rey?"

"OINK! OINK! GET ME MY- Choose your last words- FUCKING MONEY- this is the last time- BEFORE I-"

"Before you what? Hello? Really you call and- GODDAMN IT!" Jessica glared at the empty reflective screen in front of her. It committed sewerslide from hearing that chunky child.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. This was a good thing. Now I can seduce him without interruption.

She took a moment to examine the room around her. A small window stood directly above the toilet, a shower on the opposite wall, along with a sink and mirror. There has to be something useful in here.

She opens the mirror, nothing helpful, just dental and medical items. She crouches and opens the sink's cabinet.

"Bingo..."

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Corn sat on the couch, conflicting thoughts running through his head. He hates Jessica! She calls him a rat- pet name. Ruined his innocence- with her randomly sexual nature. WHAT IS HE EVEN THINKING? SHE THREATENED TO SHIP HIM WITH HUGO! HUGO. THAT'S ALL THE REASON HE NEEDS.

With newfound self-confidence, he braces himself. Who knows what weird shit she's doing right now? One thing is for sure though, he won't pay any attention to her.

Not to the way her lips move and pop, not to the way her fingers ran through her hair, not to the way he can still feel her breath down his neck.

And no, he hadn't payed any attention before his silent declaration. Not even when she smiled at him like he was her entire world. He knew Jessica. Jessica, who roleplayed, if you would call it that, as a fat pedophilic old man. Jessica, who created a land called Thottieville.

Jessica, who indefinitely did not care for him, opting to "seduce" him out of necessity.

Corn, already starting to care just a little too much has her plan figured out. Okay, he doesn't actually know what she's doing- he knows the main goal though! The only thing she cares about is the fucking dildo!

Corn wasn't stupid, he has more control over himself than that thot's demonic attraction does. He's going to keep that dildo! Wait- No- SIGH.

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Jessica is confident that this is the greatest idea she's ever had. And it was just waiting for her! As if Donald had finally noticed her- well, it could have been Satan- either way...

There was simply no chance of this failing. She fixes her skirt a little, the bright red and orange make her look even paler. She looks like trash- considering where she found this- That dildo is as good as mine.

Jessica makes her way back to Corn, slowly, reminiscent of how a predator stalks its prey. For once she can ignore the sigh that slips out of his lips. Because the only thing he'll do when he sees her is scream.

Corn looks up at her in confusion then horror as he takes in her appearance. "Wha- ARE YOU DRESSED UP AS LANA DEL REY?"

She smirks. "I don't know, I just found it."

"Wait- What- Why did you change your clothes? WHERE DID YOU EVEN FIND THEM?" Of course Corn knows where she found them. He had hidden them there when he became a degenerate- When he met Jessica.

"Oh, they just got a bit wet. Needed to wash my hands and water splashed right on me. They were just tossed on the floor."

He tries to ignore the way she puts emphasis on everything sexual and just breathe. Just breathe. Just inhale and exhale, softly, quietly.

Corn sighed, again. As Jessica did...whatever she was doing...he realized that this wouldn't be the last time he sighed tonight.

She really lays it on thick- AND DAMNIT HE'S THINKING LIKE HER NOW!

Jessica's eye twitches as she hears him sighing. AGAIN. But she puts that stupid lovesick type of smile on and laughs. And it's not so bad. It's kinda of accurate. She's in love with her dildo enough to go through such great lengths, while also utterly sick of Corn.

She whispered a prayer to Satan and Donald AND Thotman (better safe than sorry). Just let this night end already.

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Will Corn ever be developed into a real character? Will Jessica? Am I going to add Lana Del Rey to the tags because I mention her ten million times in the story?

The answer to all of these isss...! No, you're expecting too much.