Your Sweet Heart | Another Noteworthy Interlude

“How Belly's Lucid Style Works, Kinda?”

It’s been about a month since Little Red Riding Hood unexpectedly entered Belly’s simple life. The two of them are at the beach together a little before noon. Cassandra is eating ice cream in the distance, spectating as the two prepare themselves for another day of rigorous training to help Belly become the man everyone hates. In her hand, Little Red Riding Hood dangles the Legendary Sword, Shooting Star, in front of Belly.

She asks, “Belly, do you see this sword right here?”

Feeling patronized, he answers, “No, all I see in front of me is an edgy girl dressed in all red.”

A little frustrated, she retorts, “Well, listen here you little smartass punk. I FORBID you to ever touch this sword again!”

“WHAT??? BUT WHY???”

“You questioning a wizard, boy???”

He sighs and obediently answers, “No, Sis, I’m not.”

“Good! Now then, for the past month we’ve been focusing on building up that weak, little body of yours! And, although it’s not much, I can at the very least feel a little bit more umph to your punches! So, now…”

She raises the legendary blade stabs it through the sand, releasing a powerful, red shockwave that causes the ocean waves to switch direction.

Belly yells, “Geez, Sis! I get it! You don’t have to scare off the water to show me how much of a badass you are!”

She continues her lecture, “You still have much to learn, kid, as to how you need to channel all that love-magic stored inside that ridiculous ball of light of yours.”

“Yeah, I know I do! It’s kind of the reason as to why I had to run home crying like a baby after the entrance exam.”

Little Red Riding Hood pats Belly on the head.

“Hey, Belly, can I ask you a question? What provokes you as the girly-boy you are?”

He asks with a raised eyebrow, “What provokes me? Sorry, Sis, I don’t really understand your question.”

“Well, you know, Cassandra told me something veeery funny the other day while we were hanging out at your house. Even though you’re a total loser on the outside with no motivation to live whatsoever, you still hope…” She starts to mock Belly by talking with an over dramatic tone, “You still hope against hope… that someday you will have the opportunity… to pound the girl of your dreams… someday.”

Belly’s face turns red.

Dammit, Cassandra! What the hell have you been saying about me??

He awkwardly answers, “That- That’s kind of a sensitive topic that I don’t really want to dive into, Sis.”

Little Red Riding Hood puts her arm around Belly, and with her Legendary Staff, she points to something in the distance within the crowd of happy people spending a nice summer day at the beach with friends and family.

“Belly, do you see those girls over there playing volleyball?”

“Ye- Yeah…” What is this?? Is this a test of endurance???? Well, well, well, Sis, I won’t fall for your tricks that easily!!!! My dirty magazines have trained me for a day like this!!

Little did Belly know, he was about to most definitely fall for Little Red Riding Hood’s tricks. She knew what Belly was thinking, and begins to describe in great detail of the juicy scenery before his very eyes in a captivating, seductive voice.

“Ooh, Belly, don’t you just want to go over there and watch those nice, jiggling titties up close in person? As they bounce up and down after every time those girls hit the volleyball with their soft hands?”

“Um. Sis. What are you trying to accomplish from this?”

Little Red Riding Hood then points to Cassandra, who is listening to music while exercising in a frilly two piece swimsuit that really emphasizes her nice, big personality.

She then asks Belly, “Hey, wouldn’t you like to see her body as it is now up close in person, too? Think about all the times you’ve seen her almost completely naked. And how amazing her body looks as she gracefully moves with a sword. Don’t you just want to be with her, baaad?”

Belly thinks to himself.

This sensation I’m feeling… what is this?... I’ve always known that Cassandra was smoking hot but… Not once in my life have I ever really thought about wanting her so bad… And wanting her badly… that sounds really familiar.

Cassandra notices Belly staring at her, and as a result, she smiles sadistically and teases him by shaking her hips. And to finish it off she wipes sweat off her forehead and makes eye contact with Belly in a very alluring manner.

Did- Did we just makeeye contact??

The ball of light that follows Belly everywhere begins to produce sparks.

I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about Cassandra’s fun bags…

Cassandra gets Belly’s attention, “Heyyy, Belly, if you really can’t stop looking at my amazing body, then why don’t you just come over here so I can show you just how amazing it feels, too.”

His heart skips a beat.

… What?? You’re telling me… it’s okay to… no way…

These words resonate within the psyche of Belly’s mind.

Don’t screw with me, Cassandra… And, Sis, how dare you call upon my inner demons…

Belly clenches his fist, and although it’s not as powerful as before, the ball of light still enlights all of the major joints on Belly’s body. From the back of his neck to his ankles, a magical blue, hazy thread gets tangled around his body. His eyes turn completely white as well.

Little Red Riding Hood thinks to herself.

So that’s how it works. This ball of light is sort of like a limbo for Belly’s dream state and conscious state. He has yet to have full control over it, though, so you can say it’s as if he’s lucid dreaming in real life. Meaning he’s for sure still awake, but the question is ‘just how awake is he, right now?’ I guess I can test this by simply asking him.

“Hey, Belly,” She steps away and lifts her staff, preparing for battle, “you wanna go a few rounds, or what?”

Belly’s voice reverberates, “You underestimate me sis, in this form, I’m more-or-less untouchable.”

“Oh, cocky are we now?” Let’s provoke him a little more, “Hey, Belly, if you win, how about you grope Cassandra’s big ones as a reward?”

Cassandra blushes and asks a natural question, “WHAT??? You- You can’t be seriou-”

Belly interrupts her, “DEAL!!!”

Little Red Riding Hood answers in a mocking voice, “Then come at me, little-Anthony!!!”

“Oh, I’m coming at you. And I’m coming at you HARD!!!” SHOOTING STAR: LUCID STYLE!!

Belly jumps over to where Little Red Riding Hood is, readying a heavy punch while at the same time leaving behind a trail of blue mist. Little Red Riding Hood lifts her staff to summon a vibrant shield in front of her to block Belly’s blows.

Although Little Red Riding Hood was clearly holding back, the two of them fight until dawn. Belly is exhausted while Little Red Riding Hood hasn’t even broken a sweat.

“Oh, wooowww, Belly. You seriously giving up on that sweet reward???”

He breathes intensely as only bits of haze cover his body, “Ugh… pant… Dammit!!... pant… Fine, I give.”

Back to normal, he plops himself on the comfy sand behind him, “I just wanna go home and take a bath.”

“My God, you’re a let down. And here I was hoping to test out a couple of my new magic spells on you! Heheh.”

“Ugh. Whatever, I don’t care. I can’t even feel my body anymore.”

Little Red Riding Hood walks over to Belly and carries him on her back.

“I guess that’s enough training for today, you weak little punk.”

“Thanks, Sis, if it weren’t for you, I would have never discovered that I could manifest such love-magic all along. You really are an amazing teacher.”

She gives Belly a warm smile as he rests on her shoulder.

“Oh my, Belly, those cute words you say to a girl like me. You really are such a pussy, huh?”

As the two of them head their way to his house, Cassandra is taking a bath, blushing at the thought of Belly groping her boobs and him finally awakening his magic a bit because of that.

Geez, that dumb bug! The stupid things that motivate his dirty mind… Ugh!! Why can’t I stop thinking about him groping my tits?!?! I'm the one with all the power in this relationship!!