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Chapter 116: Ga of Thrones Mont
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It was a failsafe for a soul pathologically averse to trust like him. Bla Hydra and phisto for the trust issues, he thought. They made a hypocrite.
Emma sat very still, awestruck. But not for the reason he expected.
“How dare you,” She said, her voice a low, incredulous whisper, “Fra that as ‘not romantic’ when it sounds like the most dramatic, gothic proposal in history. What cos next? A blood oath? A honeymoon in a crypt?”
Adam blinked, then stroked his chin, considering. “Oh. Yeah, I suppose it does sound like a proposal. Huh.”
He shrugged, a gesture of ‘what can you do?’ "Given the ‘eternal, no-take-backsies’ clause, you might as well take it as one.”
He extended his hand again, his smile open, yet his eyes held the gravity of a cliff’s edge. “So. Will you walk this path with ?”
Emma stared at his hand, then up at his face. A laugh escaped her, not cold, but genuinely fascinated.
“You know, anyone else, I’d call an edgy teenager for this. But you’d probably just agree and bla Hydra for stunting your emotional developnt.”
Adam’s smile turned radiant. “It does make perfect sense when you put it that way.”
Their eyes locked. Emma saw the chaos, the calculation, the terrifying prospect.
She saw a mirror, refined and sharpened in a different fire. The moth-to-the-fla analogy was trite, but accurate.
Adam was the fla in her eyes, and she so wanted to see it through. She stood, her poise absolute, and placed her hand in his.
“It seems I have a latent streak of insanity,” She said, her tone dry but her eyes blazing.
“You’ve hooked it. Know this, however, I am patient, but my disappointnt is catastrophic. If this is our path, we move together. We do not leave one behind.”
"Do not expect to serve you. We serve each other. You help in my ambitions, and I do yours."
They shook hands, "Music to my ears, my dear." Then Adam pulled her into an embrace and lifted her effortlessly in a princess carry.
Emma let out a small, surprised sound, but didn’t resist. He carried her to the vast bed, sitting on the edge and settling her on his lap, reclining against the headboard, making sure she was comfortable.
“Now,” He said, his voice turning serious. “Really, truly, make sure no one is listening. Not even the ghosts in the walls.”
Emma, who had anticipated a different direction for the evening’s activities, raised a brow.
She concentrated, her telepathy expanding like a crystal sphere, scanning for any hint of consciousness, any technological eavesdropper. “We are utterly alone,” She confird. “Now what is this...”
She was cut off by Adam’s smile. It morphed from charming to sothing ominous, gleeful, and utterly unhinged.
“So, here’s the plan,” He began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Just hear it out in full. It may sound, on the surface, completely batshit insane. But trust , it’s brilliant on the inside. Like a grenade with a heart of gold. Or a neutron bomb that cures cancer."
"Don’t judge the book by its cover, which is on fire and screaming. The contents are actually quite sweet and logical. Probably. Just trust!”
He continued with a stream of increasingly ridiculous, alarming disclairs.
Emma’s composure, usually unshakable, began to crack into pure speechlessness.
Every assurance made the unseen plan sound more catastrophic and deranged.
Her curiosity was now fused with a deep, thrilling suspicion. What in the na of all that is sane is he planning?
[“A grenade with a heart of gold.” I’m wheezing.]
[The disclairs are making it worse! What is the plan?!]
[Fuck , fuck us, fuck everyone! He's got Rogue and now Emma!? Tf?]
[Why the fuck did she agree so easily!? Where is the arrogant white Queen!!?]
[Charisma, my friend! Unfathomable rizz.]
[True true, it's kind of pain, he chard my wife through the screen and she can not fucking stop talking about him. Fuck!]
[I know, right!? My wife fucking convinced to cosplay Adam last week, it was the best fuck of my life! She's never been more enthusiastic!]
[You went along with that!?? RIP.] [The beginning of the end.]
[Another marriage down the drain.]
[Wait, tf does that an? How? Why? Hello?]
[He doesn't know...] [There are always sex dolls.]
[SKIPPED! THEY SKIPPED THE PLAN! MY THERAPIST WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! FUCK U!]
[Alright guys! I have a theory about this! So, it starts with... Wait, my baby is crying, brb.]
[Fuck u!?] [???] [Jebaited.] [Actual ragebait, fuck off.] [Leave the baby be and speak for Christ's sake!]
[I have actually heard that prolonged baby crying is good for them, so please proceed with the conspiracy first!]
[...] [...] [...] [...] [...] [...]
And then, from the audience’s perspective, the show skipped. The audio faded.
The screen showed Adam’s lips moving, his expression animated, then shifted to Emma’s face.
Her reaction was the only clue. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. Her lips parted in shock, then slowly curved into an expression of utter, dawning fascination.
Then that fascination deepened into sothing like awe, mixed with a hint of “this man needs to be studied under laboratory conditions.”
The urge to simply plunge into his mind and unravel the glorious, terrifying clockwork must have been overwhelming.
She had never wanted to understand soone’s psyche more.
Whatever he said, it wasn’t just strategic. It was Insane. Unhinged. Brilliant. And she was irrevocably, passionately on board.
The intellectual arousal was so potent it overrode everything else, even the point of why he was telling her anything at all, all down the drain.
Instead, with a low, throaty sound, she lunged at him, capturing his lips in a deep, searing, sensuous kiss.
The discussion of particulars, the refining of details; all of that could wait.
Adam didn’t mind the detour. It had been a while.
The accumulated stress of outplaying the bloody cock suckers, the dick-riding demon, spy tools, and corporate onlyfans; needed an outlet.
A vigorous, mutually satisfying stress-relief session sounded perfect.
The kiss deepened, their hug tightened, turning more passionate by the second, Adam's hands finding their way to her waist and butt, sticking to each other like glue.
Emma's hands clutching his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, breathing heavily between each exchange, her eyes turning misty with lust and passion.
She wasn't sure where the ocean of passion ca from and why he was making her feel in such a way, like never before, but oh, she desired him more than anything else.
Even in her lust, she found it in her to imagine her psych actually working on his mind, allowing her to tie him up in her basent, to beco hers, forever and ever.
And then the scene gracefully faded, leaving the details of the ensuing long, indescribable session to the audience’s imagination.
The session was fueled by endless vampiric stamina and, more importantly, the first true, conscious activation of Yin Yang Harmony.
The connection wasn’t purely physical.
It was a resonance, a feedback loop of energy and intimacy that ran deeper than either had ever experienced, addictive and profound, as if their very souls were testing the waters of a new, shared ocean.
It wasn't Adam and Emma's first ti together, but it was the first ti they had ever felt such sublimation and passion that they simply couldn't contain themselves from their desires.
[THEY FADED TO BLACK! AGAIN!]
[I'm getting blueballed by this show every fucking ti!!]
[THe plan! WHAT the Fuck IS iT?]
[The numbers, Mason! What do they an!?]
[The internet is now 90% conspiracy theories about Adam’s plan and 10% argunts about fade-to-black scenes.]
[Switch those around, bud, people too horny.]
[Why tf is no one talking about Emma's musing!? Tie him up to her basent? Tf?]
[You don't act surprised at the expected. Emma is so Yandere that no one is surprised.]
[True true, though she Yandere in a different way, think of it as she likes owning everything she desires like toys.]
[I don't want to understand the mind of a deranged weeb, weirdos.]
[Awch...] [...] [I'm back again to remind you that this is not a love story but a battle royal of Yanderes, and they will kill each other in the end, no happy ending for u, hehe.]
[?????] [Fuck U!] [Fuck u mama!] [Please, God, don't let this show have a Ga of Thrones mont!]
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