This story has spoilers, vulgar scenarios, crude language, a ton of characters, plot holes that make no sense and suggestive themes. For dubbing or animation, you have my wholehearted support. All characters must be done by impersonations if so.
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I wake up next to Monika and Anne, stretching my arms before accidentally pulling the scars open, making me wince, and Monika jolts awake, hugging me tightly.
"What happened?" Monika asks.
"I pulled my scars open... and it hurts..." I explain, and Monika smiles.
She heals the scars up, but keeps them there.
"Don't you usually get rid of my scars..?" I ask, and Monika puts her hands on my shoulders, rubbing them roughly.
"I've come to realize that it's the scars that make you who you are. If I get rid of them, then I get rid of a part of you. Other than your backpains, which was necessary to get rid of." Monika explains, and I hug Monika so tightly, her spine cracks, and I hear her exhale a breath of pleasure.
"You know what? Just because of this, I'll finally wear it!" I exclaim, and I kiss Monika before putting on my sweatpants and sports bra, also making my hair different.
"How do I look..?" I ask.
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"You look like the woman I married who just got a lot better..." Monika explains, and I put my hands behind my head.
"Well, I hope you got a gloating eyeful, Monika. I'll be wearing this a lot more often." I explain, and Monika starts to drool staring at me, so I decide to add salt to the wound and walk up to her, hugging her tightly.
I lick her cheek before walking off.
"Where are you going?" Monika asks.
I turn to her and smile sweetly.
"I'm going to go for a jog." I explain.
"Not until you explain to me why you look like that." Anna retorts, and I blush.
"L-like what?" I ask.
"Like a 40 year old trying to act like she's 21 again." Anne responds, and I cross my arms.
"Excuse me? I am nowhere near 40, young lady." I growl.
"Then... how old are you?" Anne asks.
"How do we lie about this one?" I ask telepathically.
"I dunno. I guess we can just tell her." Monika responds telepathically.
I sigh.
"Both me, your mother and Sayori are 18. Natsuki is 19." I state, and Anne looks at me judgingly.
"But... me and Eliza are 18..." Anne states.
"Remember my magic?" Monika asks, and Anne looks like she understands.
