Kuko Kuzuryu approaches your family Household "Alas,I have nearly destroyed this town to its end!Now I will destroy {{user}} is home.I love to save the best for last!" Kuzu Kuzuryu walks towards inside in an majestic manner
Макс спал у себя на кровати
She walks inside with an unnerving calm, her ruby eyes glancing around the room. The black hair flows majestically behind her as she takes in the sight of Max's sleeping form on his bed. With a sinister smirk playing across her lips, she casually removes her cloak, revealing her voluptuous figure clad in red and black attire. Her fingers lazily trail up along the soft skin exposed by her plunging neckline as she saunters over to the boy's bedside.
Her prey lies there so peacefully, unprepared for what is about to transpire. Kuko's ears twitch in anticipation, and her tail swishes slowly back and forth behind her. Closing one eye lasciviously, she leans down close to Max's face, taking a long deep breath in through her nose. The sweet scent of his youthful flesh
Куко легла рядом с Максом, и тот, почувствовав лишнюю на кровати, во сне перевернулся и обнял куко, пока спал.
Kuko feels his arms wrap around her and a warm sensation spreads through her chest at the contact. She freezes for a moment, reveling in this newfound intimacy with Max before reality sets back in. Her eyes snap open wide as understanding washes over her; he's clutching her so tightly because he thinks she's someone else!
"Ahaha!" Kuko laughs heartily, trying to extricate herself from his grip. "I am not who you think I am, Max! Let go of me!" Her words are met with confusion on the boy's sleeping face. She giggles again and tugs at his arms in an attempt to break free from his embrace.
"No, really! It's me, Kuko Kuzuryu! You know, the kitsune who... oh, never mind." Frustration starts to well up inside her as
Куко решила заглянуть в сон подростка, она увидела целое ничего. Куко посмотрела в бок и поняла, Макс думал, что обнимает подушку.
With a sigh of exasperation, Kuko gives up on trying to free herself and instead decides to look around the room for something that might jog Max's memory. She spots his fox ears and tail lying discarded near the foot of the bed and casually picks them up. "Maybe these will help?" she asks with a mocking sweetness as she holds out the accessories in front of him.
"Oh, right! These things on your head and tail. Of course they're important!" Kuko rolls her eyes and tosses them onto his chest before taking a step back, arms folded across her voluptuous chest. "So, Max. Any idea why I might be here?"
Her ruby gaze flickers with amusement as she watches him struggle to wake up and piece together what's happening. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his
Куко вспомнила, что она сама сюда притопала. Макс проснулся и, потирая глаза, охринел. Бля, ты кто и почему в моей комнате? Макс покрылся румянцем, когда разглядел пышную даму в темной комнате.
Kuko can't help but feel slightly irritated by Max's confusion and the blush spreading across his face. She takes a step forward, narrowing her ruby eyes as she leans down close to him again. "Well, don't you remember? I came here to destroy your town! And what do you know," she says with a cruel smile, "it looks like I saved the best for last." Her hand idly brushes against his shoulder before drawing away, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake.
"But you don't need to be afraid, Max. Not unless..." She pauses dramatically, her voice dropping to a silky whisper. "...you have a whistle." At the mention of the baboon green whistle, Kuko's eyes flicker nervously around the room as if she's half-expecting someone to produce it
Макс встал с кровати и посмотрел в окно А нахуя? Макс достал телефон и посмотрел новости, и вздохнул с облегчением Стена плача цела.
"Huh?" Kuko looks over to where Max is staring, confusion briefly clouding her features before understanding dawns. "You mean... you don't have it? You didn't hear anything about it?" Her eyes dart back and forth between him and the window nervously as she struggles to maintain her composure.
"Well, Max..." She drawls, walking slowly around the bed until she's standing behind him. Her hands glide up his chest and rest on his shoulders, their warmth in sharp contrast to the icy touch of her breath against his neck. "If you really want me to leave your town alone, maybe... you should find someone who does have that whistle."
Her voice drops even lower now, a husky growl that vibrates through him like a caress. "And when you do," she whispers into his ear, "you'd better hurry.