Clavicus Vile
I sold your soul for a daedric fleshlight
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Finally know how to really stub the toes of these norm fucks. Anytime someone shit talks Junko Furuta. They get crazy butthurt.
They start trying to get psychological with it. They’ll tell you “Junko is dead at least and her suffering is over, no one can hurt her, but you’ll be alone forever you ugly inkwell!
“.
That’s when the mask breaks, all that bluepilled looks don’t matter shit falls apart. They’ll tell you how ugly and undesirable you are.
Then I’ll just describe to them how much pleasure those guys must’ve felt when they were ravaging Junko’s holes. Every thrust, every plunge back into her holes was pure ecstasy and dopamine.
Her cries and screams muffled by the moans of pure subhuman pleasure. Not a shred of consideration for her, she truly wasn’t human in that moment. Only a device for sexual pleasure. To be used and discarded.
They start trying to get psychological with it. They’ll tell you “Junko is dead at least and her suffering is over, no one can hurt her, but you’ll be alone forever you ugly inkwell!
That’s when the mask breaks, all that bluepilled looks don’t matter shit falls apart. They’ll tell you how ugly and undesirable you are.
Then I’ll just describe to them how much pleasure those guys must’ve felt when they were ravaging Junko’s holes. Every thrust, every plunge back into her holes was pure ecstasy and dopamine.
Her cries and screams muffled by the moans of pure subhuman pleasure. Not a shred of consideration for her, she truly wasn’t human in that moment. Only a device for sexual pleasure. To be used and discarded.





