Dirty Talk/Three Brats/June 20th, 2021/Milka's Plan/Heidi crumbles under pressure

No! Enough of this!

Heidi, no!

H-huh?

We know what's going on! What Milka did, the black club, everything! So please, whatever it is you're planning on doing -

Oh, and how do you know about what was going on downstairs? You couldn't have overheard ALL that, you know.

W-well, we overheard something, and then we -

Yes, we spied on you! I admit! So please, don't hurt her!

Christ, I'm not planning on doing anything! I just want her to stop being foolish!

R-really…?

Heidi, I told you…

You're all in this together, I bet.

W-what?! No!!

Oh, don't even try to deny it. This is all just a game to piss me off, isn't it?

This is my fault…

But I couldn't help it… I hope it'll be fine…

And just like you're all in this together, now you're all in trouble together. Come downstairs. We're gonna have a little talk.

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Alright, sit down. All of you. And don't move a muscle.

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I'd like to congratulate you three for your accomplishment, but this sort of behavior doesn't deserve positive encouragement. I'm seriously angry now.

You should also be angry at yourself then!

No, I shouldn't, because it was all about trying to make her stop.

But you even put the collar on her! How can you act like you're clean here!?

Yeah, I got carried away! So what!? I was simply trying to punish her and make her realize that -

I-I'm telling mom what you did to Milka!

Hahaha! You will tell her indeed!

No, I'm not going to let you girls walk over me. Heidi, Milka, you both need to leave. And Emilia.

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You're grounded for the rest of June, at the very least.

Fuck…

That's too much! This wasn't even her idea!

Oh, really?

It was all me, Ludwig! It was my idea!

Well, I say you're banned from talking to my daughter then. And Heidi, as much as I respect you for actually confessing, you're banned from talking to Emilia too.

You can't stop us from being friends!

This is only for as long as she's grounded, to teach a lesson to her. To all of you. Seriously, Emilia. I told you that you're BANNED from playing this sick "game", and that order still stands. So just keep that in mind, you troublemakers. If I even see you in the vicinity of my household, I'm extending Emilia's house arrest.

I'm sorry! I didn't mean -

Girls, just go… It's fine…

Emmy, I-I'm s-so sorry…

Milka, don't apologize… this is my fault for ratting us three out…

N-no, it's m-my fault too…

Milka, d-don't cry… p-please…

Well, there she goes at least… She looks so sad and disapointed right now…

*sigh* Just go, Heidi…

I suppose I must… Milka needs me too…

R-right… See you around…

This is the worst…

Right, now that we're alone…

Why do I have a feeling that Ludwig's gonna yell at me now…

Let this be a lesson on why you can't be selfish, Emilia. It doesn't matter whose idea this was, Milka's or yours. All that matters right now is that you partook in it.

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Besides, consent goes two ways. Like, imagine if the roles were reversed and me, an adult man who weighs more than three times as much as Milka, were to pull those stunts on her, trying to coerce her into sex. Would that sound acceptable to you?

Hmph! S-sounds hot, to be -

HOT?!

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Shit! I'm losing my temper! I'm just supposed to be teaching them!

Look, what I'm trying to say is that you will never force me into playing your stupid games. And you're not gonna take part in them either.

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I'm serious. If you keep doing this, we're going to have to seriously think about moving elsewhere.

Wait, no!

I don't want that either, but just think about that long and hard. It's for your own good, Emilia. Go to your room and stay there until your mother comes home. We're all going to have a talk when she does.

Banned from even meeting my friends? This is the worst, and mom's not gonna like this either… I just want to cry…

But I still have my mother, right? She'll have my back for sure… Maybe there's still something to salvage from this…

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Since the girls fail to execute Laura's plan to perfection, it ends up in total failure for the ladies.

• Later that evening.

Could the girls reach a different conclusion by doing things differently?

• Rewind the clock one hour.