Milrd woke up in a random bed in the Man Manor, butt naked. He could see the morning sunlight coming down onto him, causing him to rub his eyes in annoyance.

  He started to get up, but stopped when he felt a light arm lying on his waist. He moved it, noticing that it belonged to a fully naked Myusel.

  He was shocked at first, staring at her beautiful body. After a few moments of silent staring, he realized that he did indeed have sex with her earlier.

  “Wait… Did I go in raw?! FUCK!” Milrd considered for a few seconds, clenching his hair. Maybe she could do some magic to make sure his man juice didn’t fully, well, impregnate her.

  After all, Milrd believed he was too young to be a father!

  As he considered this, he looked around and saw a rge firepce in front of their bed, with massive paintings of war, tigers, cityscapes, ndscapes, and of course, at the center, Chad Thompson.

  “A-are we in the master bedroom now?! Chad’s room?! Did we move around while fucking!? Why can’t I remember anything… We didn’t drink, right?” Milrd thought as he clenched his head, feeling a light headache come in.

  He decided he couldn’t stay there for too long. After all, Chad or Rolondo could be coming soon.

  “I gotta leave this damn pce, and do it quickly. I’m not getting caught!” Milrd thought as he began getting off the bed and picking up his clothes from the floor.

  But as he did, he looked at Myusel, who was crying silently. She was still asleep, but had tears dripping down her face.

  “The hell is wrong with her…? I’ll ask her ter, I guess… I'm out of here for now.” Milrd thought as he put on his underwear.

  But then, Myusel’s eyes opened wide and she started getting out of bed. She silently wiped her tears away, staring at her hands.

  “H-hey Myusel… I think I had a good time and all… But, we gotta get out of here and make everything look normal. Now let’s get dressed and I’ll leave.” Milrd said as he began to dress quicker, passing Myusel’s panties and bra to her.

  She looked down and picked them up silently, dropping them onto the ground.

  At the same time, Milrd had finished putting on his pants and was about to leave the room with the rest of his clothes. But before he could, Myusel blocked the door in front of him.

  “Myusel? We need to clean this all up quickly. We have no time for any of this weirdness. Please.” Milrd said as he tried to move her over, holding her shoulders.

  But when he did, she stood firm and spped him in the face! He fell on the floor and onto his back, dropping his shirt on the ground!

  “What the fuck!?” Milrd yelled as he clenched his face.

  “Murderer… Stay away! I-I can’t believe I did that w-with… with YOU! NOW LEAVE!” Myusel yelled as she turned around and left the room, naked and crying.

  “W-what…? W-why would she do that? She called me a… Murderer?!” Milrd thought as he stood back up again, reaching for the door frame.

  “Everything was going so well… She was into me and I… I liked her! So, what the fuck went wrong?!” Milrd questioned as he fixed Chad’s bed, making the room look normal again.

  After quickly cleaning, he picked up his shirt and rushed out the room. He began searching for Myusel, peeking through the Man Manor’s rge and modern styled halls.

  His search eventually took him to the front of the manor, which was where Rolondo’s room was.

  He cracked the door open and peeked his head through to see if Rolondo was there, hoping the guy hadn’t seen Myusel.

  When he did, he found Rolondo sitting in the corner of his room, which was a mess, facing straight at the wall. He was muttering to himself, writing something on the wall with a small red crayon.

  “Uh, hey! Rolondo. I didn’t want to bother you and all. Did you see or hear Myusel running around or anything? I’m just asking so I can, uh, you know. Negotiate the terms of the house. Also, what the fuck happened here?!” Milrd asked as he fully opened the door, analysing the messed up room.

  Rolondo turned his head, staring at Milrd with deadpan and tired eyes. Rolondo gritted his teeth for a second and smiled, pcing his crayon back down.

  “You don’t remember? Oh, well, nothing happened then… Mr. Milrd… I just got a bit angry after I, heh, wet my bed… And no, I didn’t hear her… Not at all.” Rolondo replied, still seated on the floor.

  “Oh, good shit then. Uh, I hope you can fix this pce up quickly, like st time. I bet Chad’s coming soon. I’ll see you ter and all, Rolondo.” Milrd smiled as he began to close the door, preparing to leave.

  But before he could, Rolondo chuckled and said, “Wait.”

  Milrd turned his head, looking down at the smiling femboy.

  “How… If you did something awful… In the past… Unforgivably awful… How can you continue? How can you keep going, knowing what you’ve done…?”

  “Did you do something, Rolondo? Or is this hypothetical?” Milrd questioned.

  He wanted to get the hell out of there and find Myusel, but he was also interested in what was up with Rolondo. He was so cheery just yesterday, so what went wrong?

  “Answer me.” Rolondo replied coldly, his smile turning into a frown.

  Milrd looked at him silently for a moment, sighing when he realized he had to really reply to the question.

  “Whatever. For me? I’ve fucked up a bit in the past. I hated myself for it, but now that I’ve learned redemption is a path I can go on, I can feel better and live. You understand?” Milrd replied, smiling at Rolondo.

  Rolondo stayed silent for a few seconds, clenching his shaking fists and teeth. He then looked back up at Milrd and smiled.

  “That’s all. You can leave. That’s all I needed to know.”

  Milrd nodded, preparing to close the door. But before he did, he poked back into the room and smiled.

  “It’s okay Rolondo, we all wet the bed sometimes. But, there’s no need to get this mad. And that’s coming from me!” Milrd ughed as he closed the door once again, hoping to rex the little guy.

  Rolondo stayed silent as he turned back to the corner of his room, continuing to draw and write on the walls.

  His drawings were forming up, creating a picture of the Eiffel Tower, where he drew numerous marks and pointers. On the side was a single book, where he drew a picture of himself over it, buffed up. To its side was a single sentence, “Mega Magical Girl Saint.”

  At the same time, Milrd rushed out in search of Myusel.

  He had no idea what she was going to say if she bumped into Chad or Rolondo, who could wander around the manor at any time.

  However, when he reached the living room, he heard the loud fpping of helicopter wings. He turned his head and saw a helicopter nding outside the window, with Chad walking towards the house. Behind him was a man in a suit, who was tapping his cane on the floor.

  “Shiiittt… Myusel, I swear you’d better have clothes on and keep a secret! I just have to trust that she isn’t a fool… Or that she didn’t mean what she said…” Milrd thought silently as he walked towards Chad, opening the door for him.

  “HAHA! Milrd! How’s shit going, my guy! Sorry that I was gone for so long, I had some crap to deal with. Thanks for taking care of the house while I was gone. You made yourself comfortable, eh? Enough to be shirtless? HAHA!” Chad chuckled as he patted Milrd’s shoulder.

  Milrd looked down at himself and noticed he was indeed shirtless, having forgotten to put on his bck top.

  “Uh, yeah dude. How’s everything with you? I haven’t seen you since st week?” Milrd asked, chuckling.

  Chad froze for a second and became serious, pointing back at the suited guy behind them.

  “Solid, my man. I had to do some wedding pnning, and I believe it’ll be in a week and a half from today! Also, I made some pns to deal with the Remnant. And thanks to that dealing, I’m stuck with this fuck as my assistant! Marlio, meet Milrd.” Chad expined as he introduced the caned guy.

  “Hey. Nice to meet you and all. You blind?” Milrd introduced himself. Marlio walked up and frowned.

  “Isn’t it obvious? Nice to meet you and all, but that’s what this is for, Mr. Milrd.” Marlio expined as he held up his walking cane, shaking it.

  “He’s blind?! He’s so fucking annoying that I didn’t even notice.” Chad thought as he gasped in shock.

  Chad cleared his throat, gaining their attention.

  “Anyways, Milrd. Marlio is here to stay for a bit. So, I’m going to show him around a bit. You wanna come with?” Chad chuckled as he walked towards the hallway, putting his thumb up.

  Milrd’s eyes widened as he put up his hands, shaking his head.

  “W-wait! How about we go to the garage first! You can flex your cars and all!” Milrd chuckled as he put his thumbs up, pointing towards the garage’s door.

  “Great fuckin’ idea, Milrd! You’ll see that I’m way more wealthy than that fuckin’ Don! Come along boys!” Chad ughed as he slowly walked towards the door, opening it up.

  “But I can’t see them… What’s the point?” Marlio followed.

  While they went in, Milrd checked the living room and hallways, noticing that Myusel was gone.

  He accepted that she hid or was avoiding him, which was fine as long as she kept her mouth shut. He then heard Chad roar, causing him to run back into the garage.

  “What is it, boss?!” Marlio questioned with his arms crossed.

  Milrd ran behind him and saw that the Fararri was flipped over, with multiple dents rammed into the front and back. The expensive windows were shattered, and the interior leather was sshed and scratched.

  “TWho the fuck did THIS?! Who fucked my CAR!” Chad asked as he looked at his expensive vehicle.

  Milrd knew it wasn’t him. At least, he assumed it wasn’t. He had gone around and fucked Myusel in a lot of spots the night before, but he was sure they hadn’t done it in that car.

  But for some reason, Chad was looking down at Milrd in a bit of shock. Marlio ‘looked’ at him also, with his mouth trembling.

  “Milrd, I won’t even ask. I don’t shame my friend’s fetishes. You can fuck some of my cars if you want, but you have to ask next time. Thankfully, I have a few Bugattis under here, so it doesn’t really matter much. Marlio over here can fuckin’ drive it if he wants to!” Chad chuckled as he pressed a button, causing a ptform to pull the broken car underground, repcing it with a new yellow Bugatti, which came upwards.

  “Not funny, Boss.” Marlio sighed as he backed away from Milrd in disgust, stopping by the door frame.

  Before Milrd could speak, Chad put his arm around Milrd’s shoulder, patting his back.

  “But of course, just ask next time. I don’t want you to turn into a car fucking degenerate after all. And, we’re friends, right? Haha!” Chad said as he patted Milrd’s back.

  “You have strange friends, boss.” Marlio commented from afar.

  “Wait the fuck up, Chad! I didn’t fuck a car! How would I even do that?! I’m not into that shit!!! Who even is?!” Milrd cried as he put up his hands, pushing Chad away.

  Chad began ughing as he walked towards the door, crossing his arms.

  “Like I said Milrd, I don’t insult fetishes! Unless you’re a cuck. Cars are expendable, but friendships are not! Hahaha!! And Marlio, he ain’t strange. You are, you hypocrite! Your old boss is for hiring fucks like ‘Shitlord!’ Now follow me! I’ll show you the rest of my nice shit!” Chad yelled as he walked out of the garage, turning to the hallways.

  Marlio prepared to leave Milrd the car fucker alone in the garage, but stopped when he picked up a scent. He knocked on the door, gaining Milrd’s attention.

  “Hey, you. There’s some blood around here, in that trash can. Check that out for Chad, please?” Marlio asked as he closed the door behind him, leaving.

  Milrd sighed and accepted that he was now a car fucker to Marlio and Chad.

  He understood that he kind of deserved it, especially with what he did with Mysuel. And how he rejected Milly’s wish.

  “Fuck that… It was just a spur of a moment fuck up… Her wish still matters… Right?” Milrd shook his head as he walked to the nearby trash can.

  Despite these thoughts, he was still curious about the blood Marlio was talking about, so he decided to pull the nearby trash can closer.

  He saw little bloodstains on paper towels and shards of gss. In the center was a broken picture frame, with Myusel and Chad smiling.

  “The fuck?” Milrd questioned silently as he stared at the scratched-up photo, quickly becoming silent.