Sooooo, yeah. I was trapped In a double barrier, unable to bite the flesh of my loved one. Oh, he was so handsome, so stupidly powerful. I had ma fun when I played with him, and now Cher was jealous.

What do you think you chorizo bitcmmm! I can win him if I want to! I have had no boyfriends in the past, as I never saw the gentleman side of them and just saw the selfish and weak version of who they were. I love powerful and collected individuals.

I wanted husband material, not a child to babysit all day. I had been a babysitter in my old neighborhood, and I was sure the hyper children were the ones that got me into games.

I had gotten into the erotic ones sometimes and they all seemed awful. I mean: Why do guys like those kinds of girls with gross faces that seem beautiful but are just shaped by makeup. Cher had never worn makeup in my presence and I quite loved that about her, but I still wanted her miles away from my Lem.

Aside from that little back story and the mental strain I was putting myself into by taking on Cher’s own potential, I was punching the second barrier.

Dam! And I thought I was the strongest magic user of this party.

I was the leader, Cher was my underling and Lem was my little toy. I had grown fond of them both and started to get slightly bored of Lem, but I knew he was always occupied with something weird like life to actually pay attention to my bite-sized love.

Finally, the barrier around me broke, and I jumped on top of Lem's legs. “Who is the little one?” I took in his smell and started biting his...tight.

What did you think? His thigh is the only muscles in his body that stayed relatively soft and cute.

I heard the screaming Cher smash right through the front door. “Pack up! Pack up!” She sounded so serious that I just hugged Lem tighter. She smashed through the door of the bedroom.

“Can you at least knock?” I said as I keep biting his thigh. “We are surrounded!” Said Cher in fear.

My eyes darkened and strength filled my lungs. I formed a barrier around the house and prepared for the worst. “No one gets near my boo!”

The ground started quaking.

End of Heyla's pov.