What kind of sick fuck would hold Sora's hand tightly after a romantic seaside dinner date, interlocking fingers with her, and as soon as you're home, you lock mouths and swirl your tongues around in each others' mouth while she tries to whisper to you that she loves you in between breaths with the same mouth that brings joy to thousands of people, every time you stop playing with her tongue?
What demented psycho would want to princess carry her to bed after that intense make out session, staring deeply at her eyes and noticing her blushed cheeks, embarrassed of what is coming next?
Anyone who thinks of laying her down on the silk sheet bed under the soft moonlight and slowly undressing her with her consent, seeing her beautiful glistening fair skin shine with the moon, and kissing her softly along her neck and body taking your time relishing the salty taste of her sweat until you finally reach her thighs as she whimpers and moans softly, and eventually you reach her wet tenderness, feasting on her most private part that is available only to you, relishing the sounds coming from her as they get louder and louder until reaching a peak and feeling her curl her toes as she moans her love for you, belongs in an insane asylym.
In fact anyone wanting to kiss her while her juices drip from your mouth and professing your love for her as you slowly rub your erect cock along her slit, and feeling her moan and shiver as you slowly enter her, going from gentle thrusts and ramping up the intensity as she begs you softly to go harder, feeling her incredible soft warmth caress your member with the same intensity you are getting as she holds you, not wanting to let go of you, and finally reaching a point of no return but as you tell her you need to pull out, she locks your hips in place and begs you to cum inside her as it is a dangerous day for her, and in the blind flashing heat of the strongest orgasm you've had to day, you unload everything you've saved up for the last few days of staring at her breasts holding back just for today, belongs in solitary confinement.
Those who commit the gravest offense, that of professing your love and asking for her hand in marriage as you enjoy the soothing afterglow, cuddling with each other, listening to her hearbeat between her soft, supple breats while you slowly drift to the sweetest sleep of your life, deserve the death penalty.