I do!! I love these two!! (Pink Trigger)

Zepar and Furfur! You don't believe I can love the characters of my story, do you? You two think you're the gatekeepers of love? What makes you qualified?

You said I was no mere character. I'm the writer! So why don't I just write it as I want it? Even if it's a bad end!

Why don't I write that I immediately overtake the two demons in front of me, who had sought fit to play with my emotions in a dragged out game, teasing my heart as readily as my cock? Why don't I write about how I grabbed those chests and massaged them myself to finally put my mystery to rest? Here, let's have a detailed paragraph describing their nude forms: indeed, their bare chests were flat to the point of near-androgyny, but when one traces ones eyes to the lower half of the body, the differences become crystal clear. Let's see... Zepar, why not? Zepar has a penis, and Furfur has a shaven mound. But Zepar is erect, and Furfur is wet. Have they become that way in response to my wishes? In awe of my power? Or are they simply always this way, ready for a good time?

Following this enlightenment, there was a fantastic orgy. I stripped until I was as nude as those twins. Under that warm spotlight, I pleased those two, and they pleased me. I didn't let Zepar's anatomy interfere with our love. Those two did not let their bonds of demon blood interfere with their love. There were no obstacles.

Why stop with those two? It's my story. I'll have love with any I want. Oh, that miracle of love can only happen between two people, can it? Now, be dumbstruck as I take turns with Ushiromiya Natsuhi, Ushiromiya Eva, Ushiromiya Kyrie, Ushiromiya Jessica, and more...! In turn! Then together at once, fingering one as I fuck another! Sisters-in-law, mothers-and-daughters, all according to my whim!

Why not summon a host of furniture for my pleasure as well? That entire cabinet of stakes! The entire regiment of bunnies! A few angels, just for kicks!

I'm the writer, and I'll write it this way. I make this happen with my Pink Trigger. I write in accordance with the story.

Then, per the witch's rules, I die in accordance with the story.

I am shot by every plausible heir to the Ushiromiya fortune. I am stabbed by servants. I am betrayed by my own furniture. I am tormented by horrifying magic. Those two demons I summon don't lift a finger to help. Because they can't, or because they won't? I **** on ash. I burn alive.

Once again, my story ended poorly. Once again, there was no love, no "happily ever after." Only lust. The final fate of a dead man's erotica.

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There's always next time. I'm actually feeling good about it. This was a good experience to vent and recharge, and to refocus on what's really important. Next time, my erotica will leave my readers speechless and finally leave me satisfied.

There will be no obstacles to my love.