It's...really mostly pointless to even attempt to explain what's going on here, but I'll try. See, girl cries. Alot. And cried alot as a baby. 2 seperate wise people told her mother that she was the reincarnation of a princess who cried alot, and she will need to find and marry the guy she married in her first life by the time she's sixteen. Or, you know, she'll die.
Well, she finds him. He...isnt exactly swept away by her charm. Although he does get an unholy glee out of watching her beat down other people with her fists.
Long, ramble of a story later, she's run away and moved full scale into his parent's house, refusing to leave. He's become rather used to her, and comes to check on her.
They have a sweet, touching moment bonding over the stares and love and blah. He says, "we have our whole lives. Let's grow up first."
She locks the door, purrs "Seize the day," pins him to the bed and strips him.
Forcibly.
'HERE'S WHERE IT GETS WEIRD' DOESNT EVEN COME CLOSE TO DESCRIBING THIS NEXT SCENE.
Uncapped, but in between almost every brief scene of...pestle pounding, is a thug who thinks he's in love with our girl, who is outside the house pretending to be a cuckoo. The juxtaposition is..jarring.
So! We have a moon! We all like the moon! And you know who lives in the moon? BUNNIES!
Bunnies with a mortar and pestles! Two of them! NO I DONT KNOW WHY.
Don't you worry, though, we all know who is really supposed to be in charge of the pestle! Girls are supposed to hold the..significantly red colored mortar, of course.
BOYS are in charge of the phallic symbols around here!
POUND ME BABY
I SHALL GRIND WITH YOU MY RABBITY GODDESS
HARDER HARDER
...this is a completely not significant look at the white creamy substance in the bottom of the mortar. Just so you know.
I SHALL POUND YOU EVER FASTER, MY MORTAR LOVE
...until I am spent
aaaaand, back to real life! Where our boy (now pestle-less) is sweaty, collapsed, and scratched all to hell.
And our girl? "Hey! That was better then expected! I think I'll keep you!"
Her: Let's do it again!
Him: BACK, SHE-DEMON
Her: Don't be such a baby!
