"Kyahahaha! Aren't you the same, barely a male meat scrap who says that it's only the face that matters? Nice try, but even you agree on my definition of re~al love! Unless you want to contradict yourself, that is."

"Ah? Is /that/ what all the male-meat say before you give them a ride?" She responded catty-like, placing her hands on her hips as she leaned forward.

"I wouldn't be surprised, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 reek of the stench of a female-meat who'd sleep with anyone as long as they said they like it hot."

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"Oh, hey! It's that su~per perverted and degenerate male meat. Have you come to admire my absolutely wo~nderful legs again?

Oh, right. How's that leg of yours doing now? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 lovely lady is especially curious about its condition."