Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32463050-20171008000358/@comment-30895326-20171011153259

(Randomly rolled a Kejourou!) After I cleaned and bandged up my husband, I send him off to bed to rest. I also so this so he doesn't see me go and do something about those ruffians. Attack my husband, will they? I'll show them!

A couple blocks away, I run across a group of shady looking men hanging around. Time for a bit of interrogation.

"Hello, boys~" I say, walking up to them and swaying my hips as sexily as I can. This quickly grabs their attention. Too easy.

"Hey there, sexy, what're you doing out all alone at night," one of the men say as he and his friends walk closer. Yeah, I can smell the blood of my husband on them.

...Don't ask me how I know what his blood smells like, We've done some kinky things where accidents happen and sometimes he gets nosebleeds and...NEVERMIND!

"Looking for a couple of bad boys. Heard there was a mugging around here," I say, tracing my finger up one of the men's chin. I'm going to have to bleach my finger later.

""Oh yeah? Well, we might have roughed up a guy a short while ago," the man states. Bingo.

In a flash, my hair ensnares all of the men. They try to struggle but it's useless escaping these locks.

"You know, mugging is a very bad thing to do," I say, turning and taking out my phone.

"What're going to do, call the police?" the man asks, still pointlessly struggling.

"Oh no, I know a few single Mamono who would love to set you straight," I say, holding the phone up to my ear. "Tell me, do you like Jorou-Gumo or Ogres?"

Seeing the man's face go completely pale will always be the funniest thing I'll ever see. Unless it's something my husband does, but that's beside the point.

After all of that, I make it home to find my husband in the living room. Silly man, he's supposed to be resting.

"Honey, are you okay? Where were you?"

"Oh, just helping some of my friends."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, well, as long as you're fine. I was a little worried."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Thank you for worrying about me, my dearest husband." I take his lips with mine as I direct him to the couch and wrap him up in my hair. Not too tightly, though, since he's still hurt.