Mischief wants to harvest some honey, so who am I to deny her request? We’ll make a honey cake eventually.
Her cooking skills are coming along pretty good. We need to get it maxed out before we reach the 10th husband, though.
Where the fuck is the damn butler?? Someone get this damn kid (ಥ﹏ಥ)
Okay, Mischief, let’s move on and marry Makoa!
What do you MEAN he’s married?!
Oh my lord, no, we made a grave mistake. We weren’t supposed to go after anyone with a partner!
Okay, okay. It’s fine, we got this. We’ll just kill the wife so we can marry him.
Yeah, that’s right, it’ll be a-okay, Mischief.
Random sim combustion is a thing and it attacks at the most random of times.
Now that she’s out of the picture, let’s propose!
Water your plants because why not.
Elope because we ain’t got time for a feckin’ wedding right now. Still making up for the time we lost with Father Winter.
Dinner party! Look at your vampric boo looking all dapper (♥‿♥)
After I finally got her to stop staring at Vlad, she retreated into the bedroom with Fuifui, her next target. They enjoyed a pleasant conversation over dinner!
A kiss is all it takes to have him hooked for her charms.
Honestly, can you blame her for cheating on you, Makoa? You’re cute, right, but if you go around dressed like that, what do you expect? At this point, that snorkel is part of your face.
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