Here's how I imagine it would work. First, you go in and get all that lovely physical/psychological punishment dished out to you from the above mamasan. Then, after all has been said and done and you're a sobbing mess of a loser dipshit that you are, you go to the second course. This is where you meet the ML who promptly takes you from the depths of hell to the heights of heaven. Bliss!!Originally Posted by MisterWhippy
Yeah me too!
Does mamasan also serve customers? Because I have a creamy soft serve ready just for her.
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