Homie, I ain’t got time for your LARPing

I’m busy imagining myself violently erupting in Nagatoro’s tan pussy as though the entire fate of humanity depended on my seed penetrating the foul walls of one of her ovaries, the electrical fusion from this coupling creating the Antichrist, as our combined, guttural, Chewbacca-like roars shattered the glass and walls alike around us, the school toppling down while we lay there in a filthy, disgusting mess.