"You damn slimy red bastard!!!"
The Silver Catastrophe's face transformed into something straight from the depths of the seven layers of hell.
OOOM!
His explosive aura nearly blew the top off the palace as he was prepared to do whatever it took to kill the red bastard!
However…
"W-We haven't done it yet, mother," Sylvia said as her face flushed red in embarrassment. "We haven't even k-kissed…"
Silence.
"Really?" Miss Moon asked with genuine confusion.
"Y-Yes," Sylvia confirmed with a face redder than blood.
Miss Moon was genuinely bewildered for a moment, and it didn't take long for her gaze to hone in on Azmodeus. "Are you infertile?" She asked bluntly.
"...No," Azmodeus answered with an awkward look on his face.
'Damn it!!!' The Silver Cataosphe screamed out inside his mind.
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