Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29661846-20170620094659



You have been in a fantastic relationship with your mamono girlfriend for a few years now. Sure you two have your ups and down, your arguments and make ups, and so on, but no matter what life throws at you two you take it on together.

Out of all things you’ve managed to hurdle over however, one such hurdle seems nigh impossible to go over: your girlfriend’s creepy Lich friend, Dahlia. Though your girlfriend insists they go way back, you can’t just help but feel uncomfortable around her. It doesn’t help that she always asks about your sex life. Sure mamonos outside the relationship are always looking for juicy tidbits and tricks to reel in a guy for themselves, but normally a simple “that’s none of your business” is enough to ward them off.

But Dahlia is different, she persists, and while you and your girlfriend try to assure her things in the bedroom, kitchen, and shower are A-OK, Dahlia doesn’t seem too convinced. Fortunately, after that answer she doesn’t press, at least around you. According to your girlfriend though, Dahlia claims she has something that can really spice things up, something guaranteed to seal the relationship between you two.

You want nothing to do with it, though your girlfriend doesn’t seem to share your assuredness in the matter. One day, on a guy’s night out, you get a message from your girlfriend, telling you it’s urgent. You excuse yourself, much to their disappointment, and hurriedly head home. At the house you hear your girlfriend calling from upstairs in the bedroom.

You see her, hiding her body underneath the covers. If it wasn’t for the worried look on her face, you’d think she stole you out of your guy’s night for something far more enjoyable. When you ask what’s wrong, her worried expression grows worse.

“You promise you won’t get mad?” She nervously asks

You nod.

She get out of bed and out from under the covers. You look at what’s between her legs in shock, an erect penis.

Upon noticing your reaction she looks down, ashamed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have listened to Dahlia. She said this would spice things up! She said it can be cured one of two ways: One: we find her, but I tried her house and she wasn’t there, and she almost never leaves her house so I don’t know where she could be.”

She then looks away, “Two: she said you could…please it. And it had to be a true act of love, not some half assed handjob-her words not mine. She said if we fail to do either by sunrise…it’s permanent.”

WWYD?  