Yes. (Pink Trigger)

As if I didn't already know the chapter title because I'd written it myself, I spun magic bullets into my revolver and took aim. Oh Shannon... I've gotten this far. You don't think I can impose my will just a little bit further? That weak barrier, unfit to guard against demons or furniture, won't stop me! Growling, I unleashed shot after shot, bouncing them off the environment like they were Beatrice's stakes. You're going to try to dodge, Shannon?!

She didn't. In fact, she just took shot after shot to her pussy. That statement sounds sexual, but it isn't at all... I mean, my bullets were deflecting off of her pussy barrier and clattering onto the gazebo. This was a humiliating sort of magic battle...

Know that it expends my own energy, maybe even my sex drive, to keep using the Pink Trigger. Dammit! This was a long route that I paid my way into! Are you telling me Shannon's magic chastity belt is really going to defeat me?! I fired shot after shot until I could feel my vision becoming bleary. That happens when you shoot it off too much, or at least that's the rumor.

Forget magic swords or guns, scythes or cannons... A shield is truly the most fearsome weapon of all.

Unable to accept my defeat, I charged her. I grabbed at the barrier and stroked it with my fingers, trying to peel it off like a bandage. It wouldn't come off!

Ha ha ha! Show me your back-door, Shannon! I spun her around, grinning like a wolf, then spread her ass-cheeks before she could stop me. There it is! There's my entry point! I'd like to take some time to lubricate, but this is your own fault Shannon-!

I felt something tighten around my neck, holding me into the air. Shannon had removed her earlier barrier and had now focused one around my neck, tightening... it was restricting me like a choker. No... not like a choker. Like a miniature guillotine!

Shannon had resolve in her eyes as she turned back around to face me. Damn it... It was too dark and rainy to see her breasts! She started to say something dramatic, before George showed back up. I couldn't tell if the awe in his eyes was from this magic battle, or else, if it was from seeing his wife's beautiful, rain-soaked, completely naked body.

The severing of my head was accompanied by a shrill, girlish scream. Hers, not mine. Hm... I wonder how George continued from there. Did he and Shannon use the chance I'd given them to hasten their copulation before the night's true horrors began? You see, fellow Reader? All this time, I was a demon of love.