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The howling of the wind through the trees outside the base did nothing to soothe the chaos in Mapicc’s mind. He had just returned from a damn failed mission, a complete waste of time, crawling with annoying obstacles. His netherite armor was smudged with ash, dust, and monster blood. Mapicc’s face was dark with irritation, his eyes harboring a blatant hostility that would make anyone in Lifesteal automatically take three steps back just to stay alive.
He didn’t go to his own home. His footsteps unconsciously led him straight to Planet’s base.
*Click.*
The door opened. Planet, who was busy in the middle of the living room, startled as the familiar, suffocating scent of smoke and murderous intent hit his nose. The moment he caught sight of Mapicc’s scowling face, Planet’s heart skipped a beat. Guilt washed over him. An invisible wave of dread washed down his spine, causing the antennae on his head to tremble slightly.
The thing was, a few days ago, Mapicc had handed Planet a flawlessly enchanted toolset. At this stage of the server, everyone knew just how rare and expensive such high-tier items were. He had grumbled, repeatedly lecturing him in his usual blunt tone to take good care of them and use them wisely. But Planet, with his occasionally absent-minded nature, had accidentally mixed that toolset into his pile of ordinary gear when he went mining. By the time he returned and ransacked every chest only to find nothing, he realized with horror that he had used them to the point of complete durability depletion, breaking them without even noticing.
Planet had scrambled to find a way to craft and enchant a new set to compensate him, but time was too tight, resources were scarce, and he was completely unprepared.
"You’re back?..." Planet tried to keep his voice as casual as possible, deliberately avoiding any topics or words related to 'gear' or 'borrowing.'
Mapicc didn’t even bother to grunt in response. Irritated, he ripped off his heavy armor pieces and flung them into a corner, the metal clattering loudly against the floor. Then, as if this were his own house, he strode over, collapsed onto the plush sofa, and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
Sensing the atmosphere thick with metaphorical gunpowder, Planet tiptoed away, finding an excuse to duck into the kitchen to regain his composure. He opened the fridge and took out a few apples. The steady, crisp sound of peeling helped slow his racing pulse. He hypnotized himself, trying to forget about that damn toolset. *It’s fine, I'll deal with it later. He’s tired right now.*
Once finished, Planet arranged the slices neatly on a plate. He figured that since Mapicc had just returned from a grueling mission, bringing out some fruit might help dial down his temper.
He carried the plate out and gently set it on the low coffee table in front of the sofa. Planet carefully sat down in the vacant space right next to where Mapicc was lying.
"Hey... want some?" Planet asked softly.
Mapicc didn't open his eyes. He merely curled his lips lazily and dropped a blunt command: "Feed me."
Planet froze for a split second, letting out a soft hum of surprise... but then figured, *fine*, not wanting to displease the already grumpy man. Using a fork, he speared an apple slice and carefully brought it to his lips.
At this point, Mapicc seemed to loosen up a bit. He lay flat on his back, one leg bent slightly while the other stretched out lazily. His right arm hung loosely over the side, while his left forearm rested over his forehead, shielding one eye as his fingers lightly tangled in his messy hair. He opened his mouth, slowly chewing the apple slice Planet fed him.
The room fell into a quiet lull. To Mapicc, this silence was rather comfortable. The crisp, cool sweetness of the apple combined with the familiar, gentle scent of Planet’s base began to soothe his veins, which had been throbbing with rage. He thought he could finally calm down.
Until a certain thought crossed his mind.
"Where is that toolset I asked you to keep for me?" Mapicc suddenly spoke, his deep voice shattering the quiet.
*Thump.*
Planet’s heart dropped straight into an abyss. He flinched ever so slightly, nearly dropping the fork in his hand. Immediately after, a wave of sheer panic gripped his throat, choking back any words. Planet chose silence.
They remained frozen in that suffocating posture for what felt like an eternity. Mapicc lay perfectly still, calmly chewing the last of the apple in his mouth. Meanwhile, Planet sat paralyzed beside him, cold sweat breaking out in buckets, his shirt soaking with fear.
It was this unnaturally prolonged silence that rang an alarm bell in Mapicc’s head. He realized something was wrong. Planet never stayed quiet like this when asked a question.
Mapicc slowly removed his hand from his eyes. He placed his free hand heavily on Planet’s shoulder.
"Ah!" Planet visibly flinched at the sudden touch.
Taking advantage of Planet’s panic, Mapicc used the grip on his shoulder to pin him down while leveraging himself up. In an instant, his position shifted directly behind Planet’s back.
From this angle, Planet couldn't see Mapicc's face at all. The blindness only magnified the tension tenfold. His mind went blank, but he knew one thing for certain: Mapicc was not happy. Then again, had he been happy at all since stepping foot into this base?
Behind him, Mapicc’s expression gradually darkened. His gaze turned pitch-black, boring into the trembling shoulders of the person in front of him. He leaned in close, asking once more in a deeper, raspy, and utterly emotionless voice:
"I’m asking you again, Planet-lord. Where is my toolset?"
Trembling, Planet’s stiff neck slowly turned to look at Mapicc. Panic swirled in his eyes. Planet was an honest person. In truth, he didn't want to confess at all. In those few short seconds prior, his brain had cooked up a dozen excuses: lending it to someone else who hadn't returned it yet, hiding it too deep in a chest he couldn't remember, blah blah... But he knew damn well that with an irritated Mapicc, any lie would lead to a catastrophic end.
"I-I... I..." Planet stammered, his lips tightly pressed together before the truth finally slipped out: "I... broke it..." His voice grew fainter with every word.
Mapicc’s hand, which had been resting on Planet’s shoulder all this time, suddenly tightened into a vice grip.
It wasn't hard enough to snap a bone or cause excruciating agony, but to a sweating, guilt-ridden Planet whose nerves were stretched taut like piano wires, that pressure felt no different from an iron clamp. He felt as though his shoulder blade was about to be crushed into dust by the man's hand.
The living room fell into a deathly silence. Only Planet’s frantic, shallow breaths and the heavy aura radiating from behind him filled the space.
After a few horrifying seconds of silence, the volcano inside Mapicc officially erupted. The frustration built up from his miserable failure of a mission, combined with his naturally explosive temper, now ignited by Planet’s carelessness, turned him into a literal demon.
"Broke it? You're telling me you broke it?"
Mapicc growled, his voice dropped low like the rumbling thunder before a storm. He roughly spun Planet around, forcing him to face his rage-blackened expression.
"How the hell do you even manage to break it?!" Mapicc began his interrogation, each word slamming like a hammer into the younger boy's panicked mind. "How many times did I remind you? I even threatened you, told you to keep it safe, not to lose it, not to break it! Are your ears just for decoration, Planet?!"
Planet was now so terrified that his shoulders shook violently, and the antennae on his head drooped completely. Faced with Mapicc’s wrath, he lost all ability to fight back, only able to bow his head repeatedly, whimpering under his breath:
"I-I'm sorry... Mapicc, I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? Do you even know how much that toolset was worth?!" Mapicc’s face darkened further, his jaw clenching so hard that his teeth grated together, a sound that made the hairs on Planet's neck stand up.
Seeing Planet huddled and trembling in fear didn't quell his anger; it only fueled the fire. He abruptly stopped yelling, his lips twitching into a frustrated, speechless smirk. His hand gripped Planet's chin, forcing his sweat-slicked face up to look straight into his bloodshot eyes.
"Say it louder," Mapicc commanded coldly. "I can't hear a thing. Open your cute, stupid mouth and apologize properly!"
"I... I'm sorry..." Planet obediently complied. He wanted to appease the angry hybrid demon before him, but with his throat constricted by fear, his first few attempts came out incredibly small and shaky.
"Louder!" Mapicc growled, squeezing his chin a bit harder.
"I'm sorry! Mapicc... I'm really, truly sorry..." Planet sobbed, tears of frustration and terror finally spilling past his lashes.
But on this server, and especially with a furious Mapicc, a hollow apology was never enough to erase a mistake.
(//ФωФ//)
Smack!
A resounding, crisp slap echoed through the living room, tearing through the suffocating air.
Planet now lay helplessly draped over Mapicc’s lap, his stomach pressed firmly against the man's thighs. His trousers and underwear had been violently stripped off by the disgruntled man and tossed carelessly onto the floor by the sofa, leaving only his upper body covered. His naturally pale, round buttocks were now flushed a bright red over a large area, with Mapicc’s large handprints vividly stamped onto the sensitive skin.
"Hic... ngh..."
Planet buried his face in his crossed elbows, trying to hide his tear-and-snot-stained face. He felt humiliated! The pain was so intense his ears burned as if they were bleeding. The skin on his backside throbbed, burning hot as if scorched by fire.
Mapicc was notorious for being one of the physically strongest figures on the server. Naturally, his hand strength was terrifying. Coupled with the fact that nothing had gone his way today, this demon seemed to be venting all his irritation and spite onto Planet through every single strike.
Sitting firmly on the sofa, he used one hand to pin Planet’s waist so he couldn't struggle, while raising his other hand high, bringing it down in another heavy blow.
Smack!
"Ah... hic!"
Planet let out a choked sob. He bit his lip so hard it bled, clenching his teeth to suppress the pathetic cries every time a palm connected. He didn't want to seem too weak, but against Mapicc’s brutal force, it was utterly impossible!
With every slap that landed, Planet's body jolted against his lap. His tears fell freely, soaking a patch of his sleeve.
"So you know pain?" Mapicc’s voice drifted from above, cold and unyielding. "When you were being so careless with my things, why didn't you think about these consequences?"
Smack!
Mapicc’s wrath was a wildfire that needed to burn, and the trembling, weeping body beneath him was the only thing capable of soothing his frenzy. He kept swinging his hand, ignoring how much the boy underneath sobbed or gasped.
Smack! Smack!
Two consecutive slaps landed mercilessly, the sharp smacks echoing through the quiet room. Planet's rear had transitioned from a rosy pink to a stark crimson, swelling significantly. The flesh burned so badly that even the faint breeze from the window made him shiver in agony.
"Hic... Mapicc... it hurts-it hurts so much!!.. I-I was wrong... please stop hitting me... huuuhhu!"
Planet couldn't take it anymore. He wailed through his hiccups, his legs curling up. Releasing his face, he planted one hand on the floor for balance while the other desperately gripped the hem of Mapicc’s shirt as his only lifeline. Streaming tears and mucus blurred his normally bright eyes, making him look incredibly pitiful and pathetic.
Seeing the body beneath him shaking violently, paired with those choked, muffled sobs, the raging fire in Mapicc’s chest began to simmer down. Yet, he remained indifferent to Planet’s pleas.
His gaze shifted from cold to dark and predatory. The long demon tail behind him, which had been swishing with agitation, suddenly dropped low, slowly snaking its way around one of Planet’s trembling legs, wrapping tightly.
He suddenly remembered... Planet was an alien; his body was far more sensitive and fragile than his own. More importantly, seeing Planet weeping, helpless, and completely submissive beneath him suddenly triggered a darker instinct dormant in his demon hybrid blood.
Mapicc stopped his hand. The sudden silence caused Planet to blink open his swollen eyes. Thinking the man had calmed down, he whimpered, "Ma-Mapicc...?"
He didn't answer. Mapicc's face remained dark, but this time, it wasn't entirely from anger.
The demon hybrid's prolonged silence terrified Planet even more. He lay motionless on his lap, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, not daring to budge even though his backside throbbed like mad. But Mapicc had no intention of letting him off that easily. His rough hand shifted from Planet's waist, sliding slowly down to the swollen, red flesh below. His hot palm dragged across the burning skin, and the blunt pressure made Planet jolt, a whine catching in his throat.
He lazily traced his fingers down the cleft, then suddenly snaked his hand forward, touching the younger boy's sensitive junction directly.
It was slick and warm. Clear fluid had already begun to seep out, coating Mapicc’s calloused fingertips the moment he made contact. Such was the nature of Planet’s alien biology, when his core temperature spiked from a beating, combined with extreme fear and stress, his body automatically prepared itself for entry.
Mapicc’s eyes darkened further at the wet, slick sensation. He wasn't in a rush. Leaning down, he pressed the full weight of his torso against Planet, pinning him flat against his thighs. One hand blindly stroked up his spine before pausing at the top of his head, roughly grabbing a sensitive antenna and tugging lightly. His other hand dipped deep between his thighs, fingers sliding around to smear the natural lubricant, deliberately squeezing his cheeks to force out more. The fluid trickled down the folds of his body.
"Hic... ngh..."
Planet flushed crimson from head to toe in pure shame. His antenna stood straight up and trembled violently at the touch. He shook his head, wanting to open his mouth to explain that this was just an involuntary physiological response and that he didn't mean it, but the recent thrashing had drained his lucidity, leaving him capable of only weak, broken whimpers.
Mapicc leaned down further, his hand sliding forward to roughly grab Planet's chin, forcing his head to turn sideways. Mapicc buried his face into the nape of Planet's neck. Giving in to his urges, his hot tongue roughly licked away the sweat trailing down the boy's shoulder blade. Sharp fangs grazed the soft skin near his nape, intentionally leaving dark red marks like a brand of ownership. His ragged, hot breath fanned against Planet's ear, sending shivers through him.
This heavy domination left Planet entirely spent.
Only then did Mapicc flip his body over, tossing him unceremoniously onto the sofa. Planet's rear flared with sharp pain the moment it hit the coarse fabric of the couch, and the impact forced an unwanted gasp from his lungs. The sudden shift in vision panicked Planet. He instinctively reached down with both hands to pull his shirt down and cover his groin, but Mapicc instantly slapped his hands away, grabbing his thighs and forcing them wide apart.
With his legs pinned open, Planet was entirely exposed to the demon hybrid’s gaze. His knees trembled, trying to close out of instinct, but his thighs were locked down against the sofa cushions by Mapicc’s massive hands, rendering him immobile.
Mapicc wedged himself between his legs. His waistband was already loosened, revealing an oversized, throbbing length, swollen from a sudden surge of lust. His gaze raked down Planet’s body, settling on the sensitive area that was continuously leaking glistening fluid, soaking a dark patch into the couch fabric. The small alien’s struggle and humiliation were the perfect aphrodisiac to stimulate his mating instincts.
"Mapicc... d-don't... look..." Planet sobbed, covering his face with both hands, not daring to meet the predatory gaze that looked ready to consume him whole.
Mapicc said nothing. He leaned down, once again roughly tearing Planet's hands away from his tear-stained face, forcing him to look. His face hovered inches away, his hot breath thick with that familiar, murderous intent puffing over Planet's lips. Before Planet could utter another plea, Mapicc leaned down, capturing his soft lips in a ravenous kiss.
"Mph... ngh..."
The kiss possessed no gentleness. Mapicc roughly pried Planet’s teeth apart, his hot tongue plunging straight inside to tangle with his, sucking and plundering his entire mouth. He spared Planet no tenderness, leaving the boy able to produce only muffled, choked whines that were swallowed by the messy, wet sounds of friction. Planet’s tears leaked down his temples, mixing with the lingering sweetness of the apple slice from earlier, creating a suffocating, chaotic flavor.
While Planet was completely dazed and breathless from the kiss, Mapicc’s free hand traveled down, roughly grabbing one of his trembling legs and pushing it back toward his chest to fully expose the tight, soft entrance.
He smeared some of Planet's own fluid onto his length. Then, without a single word of warning or stretching him out, Mapicc drove his massive, hot length straight inside, burying it to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"Ah... MPH, NGH...!!!"
Planet’s eyes went wide. His scream of agony was swallowed right back into their joined mouths, only managing to escape faintly when they parted slightly before plunging back into another rough kiss. His body locked up, stiffening like a board, his toes curling in pure agony. His tight, sensitive interior was abruptly stretched raw by the oversized intrusion. The burning pain shot from his backside straight to his brain, making him feel as though he were being ripped in half. Mapicc’s demon tail wrapped even tighter around his leg like a shackle, locking away any escape.
Mapicc knit his brows slightly; the suffocating tightness and frantic contractions inside Planet almost made him lose control immediately. He pulled his tongue out, looking down at Planet who was panting heavily, tears streaming down his face, his mouth agape as he desperately tried to suck in air. Bringing his rough hand up to caress the flushed face, his nails bit lightly into the soft skin as he growled:
"Relax. You want to tear?"
"Hic... ngh... it h-hurts... hurts too much... Mapicc... pull out... please..." Planet choked out, his hands weakly gripping Mapicc’s toned biceps, trying to push him away to no avail.
Mapicc remained indifferent to the begging. He waited for Planet’s natural fluids to coat him further. Once he felt the interior begin to soften and slick up, the hybrid demon lifted his hips and delivered his first wave of powerful, merciless thrusts.
The wet, fleshy sounds of heavy friction echoed continuously in the darkening living room. Every single one of Mapicc’s thrusts buried deep to the hilt, making Planet’s body bounce violently against the coarse couch. The raw skin from the earlier spanking chafed against the fabric, magnifying the agony. Planet could only sob continuously, the antennae on his head twitching erratically. He didn't give him a single second to breathe, repeatedly pounding inside as deep as possible, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. His frantic pace channeled all his built-up frustration from the day straight into the poor planet's body.
The muffled, choked whimpers continued in a steady rhythm. Mapicc hammered ruthlessly into Planet, staring down at the tear-soaked, utterly broken face beneath him.
In reality, a broken toolset was practically nothing to someone like Mapicc. For a member with his level of power on the server,whose daily life revolved entirely around hunting others or being hunted by the whole server, hoarding dozens of backup god-tier sets in secret vaults was a basic necessity. He didn't lack gear, and he certainly wasn't poor enough to lose his mind over a single set.
He was just incredibly pissed off today. The frustration from the failed day mission made his demon blood boil, and he just needed an outlet, any excuse to unleash his wrath. Unluckily for Planet, his carelessness in breaking that stupid toolset inadvertently handed Mapicc a perfect justification to flip out and discipline him thoroughly.
"Hic... Mapi- slow-slow down... Mapicc... ngh!" Planet gasped, his fingers digging into the man's shoulders, his legs pinned high and trembling pitifully.
Watching the mixture of slick and sweat lubricating each of his deep plows, Mapicc leaned down roughly and bit hard into the small alien's sensitive earlobe. Hearing him shriek in agony brought a wave of immense satisfaction to his chest. His irritation from the day seemed to dissolve with every deep, rhythmic slam into this warm, tight body.
While enjoying the absolute submission of the boy beneath him, Mapicc lazily pondered. His cunning, selfish nature stirred. He mentally reminded himself that next time he was in a foul mood, he should find more excuses to pin the blame on Planet. After all, this honest alien creature was far too easy to bully, and his reactions when punished... truly drove him wild.
"Ah...!"
Mapicc suddenly delivered a crushing thrust right against his deepest sensitive spot, locking his arms around Planet’s waist before accelerating his pace into a frantic frenzy, forcing the boy to drown in this painful, merciless ecstasy.
Planet lost track of how many times he had crossed the edge, but it was easily more than five. Yet, the man above showed no signs of cooling down. That massive length remained rock-hard, continuously pounding deep into his core, forcing him to submerge in an exhausting, endless pleasure.
He also couldn't remember how many times, definitely more than ten. he had wept and begged him to slow down, to stop, or any words that might calm the madman down. But he was met only with chilling indifference and increasingly brutal thrusts.
Currently, Planet’s body was littered with dark red hickies and bite marks that oozed beads of blood. His backside, swollen from the spanking, now burned and stung magnified tenfold from the friction against the rough sofa upholstery.
Planet was entirely depleted. His eyes were swollen and blurred with tears; he wished he could just faint right now to escape reality, leaving the bastard Mapicc to do whatever he pleased. Yet, ironically, aside from the lightheadedness from oxygen deprivation and his battered body, the waves of pleasure rushing from their junction kept jump-starting his brain. It was mortifying... and shameful to admit, but a deep part of his anatomy was actually reacting, perhaps even... enjoying the roughness, even as his mind screamed for it to end. That humiliating contradiction kept him grounded in reality, forcing him to remain conscious through it all.
While Mapicc kept a steady rhythm, mentally calculating what excuse he could use next time to vent on Planet again, Planet, amidst his broken whimpers and choked sobs, tried to gather his remaining sanity to make a vow to himself.
He told himself that next time... whether it was Mapicc’s gear or anything remotely related to this madman, he would guard it with his literal life. Or better yet, he would absolutely refuse to hold onto anything for him ever again!
As his mind wandered off focusing on future avoidance plans, Planet became momentarily distracted, his breathing hitching slightly. Mapicc, with the sharp instincts of a predator, immediately caught the lapse in focus.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning pitch-black. Without a word of warning, the hybrid demon locked his grip on Planet’s waist, using the leverage to deliver a devastating, deep plunge, pinning himself squarely against the most sensitive angle inside.
"Ah... g-gh... hic...!"
Planet jolted violently, his entire frame arching. The sudden, merciless thrust hit his absolute limit, forcing a loud wail from his lips. His hands flew off the cushions, reaching up to desperately clutch at the broad, scar-riddled back of his tormentor. Oh God, if this kept up, he was going to die! He couldn't, he truly couldn't handle any more of this sweet yet savage torture. The burning sensation on his rear, the fullness inside, and the electricity shooting up his spine turned his mind back into a blank, mushy state.
But just when Planet thought he was about to shatter, he caught a signal of salvation. Mapicc’s otherwise steady, powerful rhythm began to fracture. The demon hybrid's panting near his ear turned heavy and frantic, his core tightening as he locked Planet's legs down.
He was about to blow.
Planet recognized it, knowing this was his only chance to end the torment. Casting aside his pride, the poor alien bit his lip, suppressing the humilation washing over him. He actively cooperated, clamping his internal muscles around the oversized length, milking it for all it was worth. The slick fluid was squeezed tight, creating a tight suction that gripped Mapicc’s hot weapon.
This sudden, active compliance from Planet acted as a critical blow to Mapicc’s nerves. The hybrid demon let out a low, guttural growl, his red eyes snapping with veins. The frantic pulsing inside Planet completely stripped away his final shred of restraint. Mapicc slammed inside a few more explosive times before locking his hips flush against him, burying himself deep into Planet’s core as he fired thick, scalding ropes of semen inside.
The hot fluid shot deep into his depths, filling the tight chamber and making Planet shudder violently. He arched his neck, his fingers digging into Mapicc’s back in an involuntary reflex, his mouth open but unable to form a coherent sound, yielding only choked gasps. The sensory overload pushed him over the edge once more, his small frame trembling before going completely limp against the sofa.
Mapicc maintained that pinned position for a long while. His ragged breathing fanned over Planet’s collarbone, slowly regulating after the intense storm. As his demonic blood cooled, the irritation from earlier vanished entirely, replaced by a profound, lazy satisfaction.
*Rustle...*
Mapicc slowly pulled his length out. The sudden separation made Planet let out a small whine of pain; the stretched entrance couldn't close immediately, allowing the cloudy fluid mixed with slick to slowly leak backward, trailing down the poor alien's pale, bruised thighs.
Planet lay curled on his side. He was too exhausted to lift a finger, his eyes shut tight as tears continued to seep through his swollen lashes, dampening a corner of the couch. His rear, beaten red, now throbbed with the patterned indentations of the couch fabric, feeling both raw and numb.
Mapicc stood up, lazily pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt. He grabbed his discarded shirt nearby, threw it on, and then brought his hand up to lick away the remaining fluids on his palm in an utterly shameless display. Witnessing this through half-lidded eyes, Planet could only curse him silently. *God, I am starting to absolutely loathe this guy.*
Planet lay still, a profound sense of sulking and self-pity washing over him. He assumed that now that Mapicc had gotten off, he would just leave him stranded here like he always did (it was routine by now, nothing surprising).
However, this time, some wire in the demon’s brain must have short-circuited. Instead of turning to leave, Mapicc ambled into the bathroom. A moment later, he returned holding a towel soaked in warm water.
He sat down beside him, acting roughly but keeping his strength in check as he began wiping away the sweat, tears, and messy fluids clinging to Planet’s skin. Once finished with the boy's body, Mapicc casually swiped over the stained couch cushions beneath him. Though his cleaning job was purely symbolic, obviously not leaving it squeaky clean, the action at least spared Planet's skin from that uncomfortable, sticky sensation.
Done, Mapicc used a moderate amount of force to nudge Planet toward the outer edge of the sofa. He then squeezed himself into the vacant space inside, leaning back comfortably against the armrest before extending a long arm, pulling Planet flush into his chest for a hug.
Perhaps... Planet was easier to appease than he liked to admit. Enveloped in the warm chest and inhaling the familiar scent of the man who, while detestable, provided an immense sense of security, the small extraterrestrial’s anger instantly dissipated by half. He buried his head into his chest, thinking that maybe Mapicc wasn't a completely heartless monster... like, outside of his angry episodes, he could actually be decent sometimes, maybe...
Planet let out a sigh of relief, intending to doze off for a bit to recover. His eyes lazily drifted over to the wet towel Mapicc had tossed carelessly onto the nearby coffee table.
...
And just like that, the secret smile in Planet’s heart froze solid. Every shred of romance and warmth that had just kindled shattered into a million pieces when he realized,
The thing that bastard had just used to wipe down his body, and clean up that entire messy battlefield on the sofa... was his personal face towel that he used every single morning!!!