"Aoba, come rap with me." Mink's voice is low and alluring as always, but you just don't feel like rapping tonight. You never feel like rapping. Maybe it's because you can't rap for shit. Well, Mink can't rap either but it doesn't seem to stop him. You shake your head and sink into the reclining armchair as Mink starts to beatbox gently. It's going to be a long night.
He shoots you a wink and starts rapping about the usual. Cockatoos, prison breakouts, acne breakouts, dick. All a girl's favourite things. Sometimes you wonder why you put up with him. But then you remember you love the feeling of his dick tearing your anus in half. You sort of wish he'd rap about that, and you open your mouth to suggest it to him.
"Aoba!" Mink roars suddenly, giving you the most evil eye you can possibly imagine. Your dick shrinks back into your body, hiding like a startled turtle. "How many times," Mink continues, "do I have to tell you? DO NOT interrupt me when I'm rapping." He heaves a sigh and clears his throat, and continues rapping passionately.
"Yo, they tell me to quit it
But I'm takin' no shit
Never heedin' their warnings
I'll suck you til morning
I can't even breathe now
Your screamin' is so loud
Chokin' on that fat dick
Can't get enough of it
Never gonna give it up
Aoba, what's up?
Get on your knees
If you please
It's your turn to suck it
Don't even fucking complain
Aoba, seriously
Fucking suck my dick
Right now, I mean it."
You sigh and roll your eyes as he angrily unzips his pants. This always happens.