Every day I wake up with a morning wood and the first thing comes to my mind is Furina. I think about Furina's modest chest when I brush my teeth. I think about Furina's thighs when I wash my face. When I take my breakfast I get reminded of Furina's delicious clit juice. I think about Furina's armpits when I am in classes. I fantasise about my kok being tied up by Furina's thigh rings when I take a pee break. When I take lunch I imagine ground pounding Furina while she moans in coquettish Frnch. Yes. Frnch. I don't even find it cringy anymore, and even emerged an impulse to learn Fr*nch just because I could use authentic slurs to insult her sexually in bed. I want to call her my little petite cumbag and seeing her smug face getting corrected on bed by my throbbing kok. I want her to repeatedly how magnifique and énorme my baguette is till I vehemently pour my crème de la donger inside her tender body. I cannot live one day longer without putting my kok inside Furina anymore. The reality without Furina as my personal cumdump is worse than that down in Meropid Fortress. Life is meaningless and torturous.