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“Violation of Reality Code 451, subsection B: ‘Unsanctioned Amplification of Minor Emotional Events.’ Specifically, you are hereby cited for… ‘Excessive and Repeated Generation of Unregistered Micro-Joys.’” “Micro-whats?” Lina asked, her voice dangerously flat. “Micro-Joys!” the functionary said, as if it were obvious. “Small, fleeting moments of positive affect. A perfectly folded napkin. The discovery of a lost button. The successful parallel parking of a metaphysical vehicle. Normally harmless. But your output, as monitored by the Department of Existential Accounting, is off the charts. You are generating micro-joys at a rate that is skewing the universal emotional balance sheets. You are

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Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle. "Don't worry," he said, leaning close enough to her for her to smell the foulness of his breath. "I'm sure that we will come up with some kind of arrangement." Helena glared at him, refusing to let him cow her. Suddenly, she felt her body go limp and she lost consciousness.

Again. "It's soo fuucking wrong, Mommy." "Don't swear, baby... Oh yeah, I can feel it... I love you, Max... Ohhhhhfffff." Fortuna pressed his trembling body to hers, feeling each explosion of his cock inside her and each load firing within her. Josh had never filled her so hard, so roughly and yet delicately at the same time. With such lust and passion. She only needed the fool in her life to give birth to Max. "Ughhhh... Moom..." He panted in her hands, spilling out his semen for about a minute before he finally dried up.

My stepfather. The texts flooded the screen in rapid succession, each one more furious than the last. *Lush, answer your phone right now. What the hell is this on the news? Tell me this isn’t you. Are you sleeping with Alexander? In his office? He is my best friend, you ungrateful little brat. You have ruined this family. Answer me!*

I saw stars behind my eyelids, my mouth open in a soundless wail of ecstasy and guilt. For a long moment, there was only the pounding of my heart and the feel of him, spent and heavy, inside me. He stayed there for a few seconds, catching his breath. Then, after one more slow, erotic thrust, he pulled out. I felt the empty ache, followed by the warm trickle of our combined fluids flowing down my used cunt. Just then, Mark’s phone buzzed loudly and I jerked my head to him. He cursed under his breath. “Damn it. I’m so sorry, Jen, Doctor. It’s work. The Millbury account—they’re having a crisis meeting now.” He sounded genuinely distressed. “I have to go. It’s the biggest client at the firm.”

I brought Noise. I erupted with a frequency of Absolute, Un-Optimized Grief. I flooded the simulation with the "MESS" of my life—the blood, the tears, the broken runes, and the visceral, un-sanitized smell of a wolf in heat. The white simulation didn't just break; it Glutted. "System... Error..." Caelum’s synthesized voice stuttered, his liquid white suit beginning to flicker with the "Toxicity" of my humanity. "The... ROI... on this... emotional... output... is... negative..."

She shrugged, “You got the body.” She remarked, “It would be an extra gift that’ll keep his jaw on the ground.” Her brow moved up, “Add some strawberries and wine. I think I’d do ya too.” Her words weren’t wrong… I smiled at her until I heard my phone ring. I sighed, looking down at the phone. More work. I pulled it up, seeing it was my manager. I put it to my ear, “Hello? Oliver, what’s up?”

I felt my stomach drop, my anger raging through my body. “Now you want my help? Where were you when I needed you? It’s been thirteen years ‘dad’ and now you want to ask me a favor? What is it? You need money? Well I don’t have any spare to give you.” I was furious now. I could feel the anger pulsing throughout my body. “I can’t do this. Goodbye” “No Bella, please don’t hang up, I don’t need money. Please Bella, just hear me out.”

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS