A Midsummer Pedo Dream/I desire little girls.

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The thought reverberates in your head, getting louder and louder.

I desire little girls. I want a little girl. I want to touch one. I want to rape one. I want to-

Before long your mind is filled with the image of hundreds of little girls, writhing and moaning. You hear yourself let out an audible moan.

I don't know who I was in my last life, but I know whoever I was... I really liked little girls.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don't notice the stench of sulfur slowly filling the air. You've always hated the smell of sulfur. So bitter, and acrid, and demonic smell - wait, sulfur? All of a sudden you snap your head up and see an enormous, shapeless black figure looming in front of you. You heard a voice echo through your head.


I am Asmodeous, Lord of Lust. Submit to me and I will grant you your deepest desires.


You look at the terrifying figure before you, contemplating what to do. You: