The author pronounced a delightful ending, but my heart is plagued with unease as I know all the fucked up definition of happiness of many writers. I've been with this shit for more than 2 years. Fuck. I'll burn a house, dear author, if the happy ending you promised in all your notes is far from what I envisioned.
Fuck this shit. It looks good, but the translation is killing me. I did get the whole situation, but the character's dialogue clashes. This is a different level of torture.
Aye, Majin Buu. Thy treasure awaits thee here:
https://cherrymist.cafe/story/the-fifth-morning
The worst that I am so fucking sad is that he is JUST IN THE TENDER AGE OF 21 WITH NOTHING TO HIS NAME NOR HAS A SIP OF COLLEGE AND SOCIETY. He's indeed jaded as is said. I'm so mad. How old is this fucking bastard anyway to shamelessly claimed his life? We're at chapter 50 and I have no clue. Could it be 30? 35? Fucking hell. This is so good that I'm going insane. Please don't tell me he's more than 30. That's almost half his age.











This started with rainbows and rabbits. He was so cute that all his chibis are smiling and he's all cute. Who the fuck would thought that he was nursing a fucking predator with a stripe of red and black. Damn. This slowly went from pink to black. Hahahah