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Kronii!

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>You're entranced, and you have no idea why.
>It's going to be almost 2 years since the Mistress of Time, Ouro Kronii, manifested in your life.
>Your bond level having reached the mythical rank of 0.6.
>She's just finished playing one of her favorite games, Frostpunk. She practically forced you to listen to her commentary on her gameplay, explaining the intricate mechanics. It's so cute, how autistically in-depth she explains it to you.
>The both of you were hungry now, ordering some Korean Fried Chicken and bear.
>What has engrossed you was Kronii's struggle in eating the chicken, it wasn't the usual place and the chicken they served appeared to be a tad bigger than what Kronii was accustomed to.
>Your ears are focused like a bat's, taking in the audio stimulation.
>"Mmpfh...khrrrk." She takes a big bite, she chews the meat in her cheeks. You can hear every movement.
>She shallows, it goes down barely, you can hear her moans as she takes pleasure form the taste.
>You offer her a beer bottle, she happily obliges and washes it down.
>"Hey, babe? Do you mind if I listen?" You ask, at this point in time in your relationship, you're just outright lovers.
>"Huh?" She wipes her hand on a paper towel, trying to get rid of the grease.
>"Can I listen to you eat it?" You try to say in the most neutral tone ever, hiding your deviant objective.
>Her face falls flat, you're not fooling her.
>She sighs, and moves her chair closer to you.
>She takes another piece of chicken, a sizable drum.
>You move your ears closer.
>She takes a bite, you hear the crunch from her teeth digging in, you can hear the pulpy wetness as she grinds the meat down into paste.
>She doesn't shallow immediately, giving you a disgusted look.
>"Youw disgustwing." She says muffled.
>She shallows.
>Your ear is directly touching her oesophagus, you can hear it go all the way down. Making it's final destination where it would be dissolved by her stomach acids.
>Yeah, that's the stuff.

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