Girlfriend's Honey Trap, Boyfriend's Counterkill
After connecting to a call hosted on a treasure-appraisal livestream, I find out that the "Fields of Freedom" stamp my grandpa has left me with is worth 10 million dollars.
I've been troubled as to how I should afford my upcoming wedding with my girlfriend, Danielle Dalton. Delighted by the news, I call Danielle to tell her about it.
Unexpectedly, Danielle, who's always such a prude about physical contact to the point that she refuses to let me kiss her, turns up on my doorstep that night. She spends the night draining me of my stamina with her skills and body.
When I wake up once again, both Danielle and my stamp are gone.
I visit Danielle's home to get my stamp back. But her father instantly shoves me out of the door angrily.
"We don't welcome you here! Get lost right now!"
At first, I thought there was a misunderstanding between us, so I still held back on my rudeness. But when I notice how rude Danielle's father is being to me, I decide to go all out on him.
"Sure, I can leave, but you must return the stamp Danielle has stolen from me—"
Before I can finish speaking, someone has dumped a bucket of ice-cold water onto my face. It turns out that the culprit is Danielle's mother.
As she carries the bucket, she scowls at me, her features completely twisted.
"Who the hell did you claim to have stolen your stamp, huh? Don't you dare run your mouth without any proof! I'll definitely sue you, you know!"
Having realized how vile Danielle's parents actually are, I can't help but feel a strong hint of relief.
Thank goodness I had only shown Danielle a fake copy of the stamp last night.