I'm Not Such a Bad Kid

After happily munching on fried chicken and stuffing her belly full, Pastel returned to Lord Demon's bed.

It would have been right to return to the bed in her own room, but she just returned to Lord Demon's bed. Lying on the bed, she crawled around like a caterpillar.

Wiggle wiggle.

Wiggle wiggle.

I might be a bit of a bad kid.

Now that she was full and happy, it seemed her mind had regained its objectivity.

To feel nothing but jealousy after hearing Mom's tragic past, and to get annoyed at Lord Demon when he did nothing wrong, is what happened.

It couldn't get any worse than this.

Was I actually Borabora instead of Pink-Pink?

When did I get corrupted...