Deceitful
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It was deceitful, even for him. In fact, if he wasn't this desperate, the thought of it would never materialize in his mind. After all, he was never lacking on the looks department. So he could easily get any girl he wanted. However, he didn't just want any girl. Any girl would fall extremely dim in comparison to her.
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No, Butch Jojo didn't just want any girl; he wanted her and only her.
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He never thought that there'd be the day that he would label one of his father's inventions (aside from him and his brothers) as The Greatest Fucking Invention in the Motherfucking World! But here he was, gawking at the machine before him in awe. This was the answer. This thing was the fucking answer!
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Well of course he was aware that his father never intended to create this device for what he was planning to do with it. it was simply that he could never give a rat's ass about using it for how it was intended to.
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You see, it was supposed to be used for the annihilation of the Power Puff Girls not for the fornication with one of them. But fuck it all he will do just that.
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He should feel guilty, he knew he should, but he just couldn't. He was enjoying this far too much. Of course he would have had this luxury with her the normal way. You know…by simply being himself and not depend on a machine that morphs your face into someone else's. But as much as he wanted to, he couldn't.
And it's no thanks to that snotty pink eye bitch who couldn't get that stick out of her ass. Well not that she didn't have a valid reason not to trust him and his brothers. They did try to kill them.
But still! How dare she cockblock him!
So anyway, this form of deceit was a necessity for him to get into his fantasy's pants, even for just one night.
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She gasped for air as a tremendously satisfied smirk flashed across his face only to quickly disperse when she uttered his name.
"Mike!"
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That, right there took him back to reality. He thought he wouldn't care even if she thought he was someone else. He thought all that mattered was that he could just simply fuck the daylights out of her. He thought he wanted was just plain old sex.
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Oh how wrong he was.
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As if burnt, he shoved her off him.
Ignoring the blond puff's disbelieving gasp, he stormed out of the painting studio.
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If he wanted her, he should do it the right way.
By the right way, making he think her wimpy boyfriend is cheating on her with that spoiled rich Morbucks girl.
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He should feel guilty, he knew he should, but he just couldn't.
Deceit after all, was one heck of a delicious game.
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