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6/20/2025, 4:37:13 PM
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>"Ooh, oooh! Can we get this one, please? It's so cute!"
>The semi-hallucination that is your magical girlsona, Emerald Clover of the 4th Justice, has been bugging the daylights out of your mind during what was supposed to be a calm internet browsing session.
>"No."
>The girl pouts and flops down into your lap. The phantom sensation of a plush ass thudding against your groin would have been hot if it wasn't technically your ass some 35% of the time.
>"Why not? You know our power is based on how cute we are."
>Your migraine grows worse, and you just wanted some peace.
>So your cursor hovered over the combo of thigh-highs and frilly skirt.
>Hovered.
>"I get it, but I really didn't sign up for this weebshit daydream. Or looking like a midget during a talent show."
>*THWAP*
>"Hey!"
>It was impossible to believe your cheek could sting as much as it did from a ghostly slap.
>Not that the brat currently giving you the stink-eye cared.
>"If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead!"
>You wouldn't let her get away with it.
>"And if it weren't for me, you'd be stuck as some neckbeard's shelf-warmer fantasy."
>"Or jar offering...."
>Emerald practically gasped.
>"You take that back!"
>Now it was your chance to be smug.
>"Nope~"
>*POOF!*
>Suddenly the chair felt a bit bigger.
>And your sense of control a lot less powerful.
>"Fine. I'll do it myself."
>Emerald, or (you), adds the girly pair of items to the basket and uses your credit card info to make the order.
>"I swear, If we ever separate, I'm going to fucking kill you."
>Your aetherial hands try to wring her neck to no avail.
>And you are promptly shushed.
>"Language."
>"Ooh, oooh! Can we get this one, please? It's so cute!"
>The semi-hallucination that is your magical girlsona, Emerald Clover of the 4th Justice, has been bugging the daylights out of your mind during what was supposed to be a calm internet browsing session.
>"No."
>The girl pouts and flops down into your lap. The phantom sensation of a plush ass thudding against your groin would have been hot if it wasn't technically your ass some 35% of the time.
>"Why not? You know our power is based on how cute we are."
>Your migraine grows worse, and you just wanted some peace.
>So your cursor hovered over the combo of thigh-highs and frilly skirt.
>Hovered.
>"I get it, but I really didn't sign up for this weebshit daydream. Or looking like a midget during a talent show."
>*THWAP*
>"Hey!"
>It was impossible to believe your cheek could sting as much as it did from a ghostly slap.
>Not that the brat currently giving you the stink-eye cared.
>"If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead!"
>You wouldn't let her get away with it.
>"And if it weren't for me, you'd be stuck as some neckbeard's shelf-warmer fantasy."
>"Or jar offering...."
>Emerald practically gasped.
>"You take that back!"
>Now it was your chance to be smug.
>"Nope~"
>*POOF!*
>Suddenly the chair felt a bit bigger.
>And your sense of control a lot less powerful.
>"Fine. I'll do it myself."
>Emerald, or (you), adds the girly pair of items to the basket and uses your credit card info to make the order.
>"I swear, If we ever separate, I'm going to fucking kill you."
>Your aetherial hands try to wring her neck to no avail.
>And you are promptly shushed.
>"Language."
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