(BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me!

Revenge of the 3

Do you know the devastating feeling when that little cream on top of your extra spicy pumpkin latte tips and falls to the ground right when you put the cup to your lips, hoping you'd get a cute moustache in front of your crush, but all you're getting is disappointment, disgust and shame, and the realisation that your crush doesn't ever want to be with you, like forever.

Or the feeling one would get when an overly beautiful and enchanting woman full of innocent sex appeal squats like an old male with limp problems there and hovers over a cup of coffee trying to relieve herself pleasing the coffee cup for whatever reason, and just at that moment an overly handsome, eight pack abs even seen through his elegant suit, yet annoyed male comes in and freezes seeing this display of shamelessness.

Yes, it was this feeling of the beginning of a true beautiful, passionate and magical love story between a goddess and the shy coffee cup and the thridwheelhandsomemale.

It was this tragic and sobbing, heart-pounding, emotional love triangle that had the potential of breaking the net. What was this timing? Yes, Eric prayed, begged for someone, anything to help him but this wasn't what he meant!

This only brought more shame to his already decreasing dignity that not even the most embarrassing act of his arrogance could've put a single damage to this full HP of 1 million points.

Although Eric didn't look like himself, it was still fucking embarrassing, ok? Then the next assumption came! With this deep voice and scowl, disgust on his face, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Fuck! Can't you just walk away and pretend nothing's happened? What do you mean what I'm doing here? Can't you see? Are your eyes just there to judge someone and are useless decorations?

It is what it looks like! Do you need me to spell it out to you that I'm fucking trying to take a piss into someone's cup to spite them and you caught me red-handed? Now, what are you gonna do about it, huh?

But the actual Eric should've asked himself what he was gonna do because once again, three options popped out.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Why just why in the world does everything need to be an option now?

Hey, story, learn a lesson from fucking otome games, that only give you the illusion of having a choice when in reality you don't! All you do is pretend to think about a choice, press a button and then go along the plot that forces you to go! 

So, when the three options appeared, all Eric wanted to do was to spit blood into the coffee and hope his scummy blood could poison the damn creator of this damn choice and story!

Once again the cursed interface appeared before Eric with golden boxes surrounding the nasty options.

Option 1: Play cute, pretend to slip on the floor and splash coffee on him

Yuck what damn cliché. Get out of here! As an editor, I'll never approve!

Option 2: Fart on him...

Wait option 1, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I didn't mean it! Though I'm not unfamiliar with farting on someone, I still would like to choo-

Option 3: Take a dump in his mouth.

"..."

"..."

W.T.F?

Let's just not comment on this and pretend, that a sentence like this has never existed in the history of mankind.

But option 3 confirmed that it was indeed Nol's story. Fucking, poop analogies everywhere! Get the fuck out of here! You only belong to one place and that's under someone's ass!