[What pitiful resistance. Tartaglia isn't objecting to his punishment, so Diluc continues, wrenching down his pants and underwear both. So many chances to call it off, so many chances to preserve his modesty and ego both, and Tartaglia takes none of them. Spreading his cheeks open wide, Diluc harshly spits.]
And you would consider prostrating yourself before me punishment?
[What an ass backwards way of thinking. What's the boner situation here, rem? Is Tartaglia more of a freak than Diluc's given him credit for?]
no subject
And you would consider prostrating yourself before me punishment?
[What an ass backwards way of thinking. What's the boner situation here, rem? Is Tartaglia more of a freak than Diluc's given him credit for?]