Chapter 302: Simp slaughter (1/2)
Ben had thought of the ideal way to cheer up Darryl. Was it an ice cream cone? Getting him a woman? No! The f*ck? Wouldn't Ben take those things for himself?
The perfect method to cheer up the redhead was simple—a sweet, sweet song. So, as Darryl crawled away on the ground, Ben s-trolled behind him, playing the scene's soundtrack.
”Cause he's a bittersweet, Simp honey, no wife~
Tryna beat his meat, he's a slave givin' money till he dies~
He'll make you frown by showing chode. You've never been down~
You know the one that pays you to go places to find other veiny meat, yeah~
No change, got no change.
Got no change, got no change.
But I'm here with your mold.
I am here with your p*ssy mold.
But I'm a million-donated peeper~
From one day to the next~
I can't change my mold?
No, no, no, no, no~
(Have you ever cleaned one down?)
Well, he's always paid so tonight he's on his knees, yeah~
I like to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah~
I'll let his lady shine, let her drain me blind, I feel free now~
Cause my accounts are clean and there's nobody singin' to me now~
No change, got no change.
Got no change, got no change.
But I'm here with your mold.
I am here with your p*ssy mold.
But I'm a million-donated peeper~
From one day to the next~
I can't change my mold?
No, no, no, no, no~
(Have you ever cleaned one down?)
Got no change, oh, no
Got no change, oh~”
As Ben sang the genuine Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve, he walked circles around the slug-human Darryll…
All the while, the redhead was wincing, looking like he'd prefer dying to enduring another moment of this. After all, every note from Ben's mouth was like a C-sharp dagger to the heart…
During a few lines, Ben even bent down and whispered the lyrics near Darryl's ear…
It made the redhead feel like he was getting Simp surround sound!
…
Meanwhile, as Ben tested his lyrics on an unwilling audience, someone behind the two of them hid in the shadows. Peering out and listening to the performance, the light from the halogen ceiling lamps sparkled against her glasses, displaying her cute and innocent image. Who could it be, if not Charlotte?
She'd seen it all, not only Darryl's ear-rape…but also everything with Stacy. Charlotte was there from the beginning, having left the Photography Club room when she noticed Ben with the blonde, and followed after them. Now, as she gazed at Darryl worming on the ground like a cuck-catterpillar…Charlotte frowned. 'Tch, what did I say about Ben not being all bad? What a bastard…'