"Help... help... you little fairy, I'll fight you to the end... Golden Bell Shield Iron Shirt!"
"Ah! What are you doing, you damn pervert..."
"...huff huff... my body's weak, this move saves strength... your grandpa and the others are outside?"
"Scared now?"
"Scared? Master Fatty's famous for being fearless, go ask around, huff, what have I ever been afraid of in this life?!"
"Be gentle, you damn Fatty... you don't know this is my first time?!"
"Don't bite... fine, you're ruthless! You asked for this!"
"Dear, I was wrong, spare me, okay."
"Little fairy, taste my staff!"
Nobody knew how much time had passed before the stormy room gradually quieted down. Margaret, now dressed, sat on the chair by the bed peeling fruit. The fruit knife in her hand gleamed coldly; combined with the hateful glances she shot at Fatty from time to time, the intimidation was off the charts.
