Cyclone could hear everything clearly, apart from his own shouting, there was also the sound of his heartbeat. Thumping rapidly and intensely. The sweat running down had already explained the reason for the heartbeat, that was nervousness.
Cool down a bit… Cyclone reminded himself.
Isn't this something done often?
Pressing against his heart with his hand, trying forcefully to calm it down. His body, Cyclone understood better than anyone else. This was just the prologue to show off. Clearly fake, yet must appear real. This kind of mischief was exactly the thrilling activity that Cyclone enjoyed.
Now, a rare opportunity had arisen, instinctively, Cyclone let out a sound. Words once spoken cannot be taken back, time slipping away every second. If he continued to stay silent, the other party would surely notice something was amiss. But even if he spoke, such a sudden interruption would seem inappropriate. Realizing the precarious position he was in, Cyclone chuckled. That was the expression he often showed, the one he would never show to his wife. The reason was simple, Cyclone would never deceive his wife. The woman he deeply loved, Cyclone would never let lies come between them.
But now, unable to see the woman outside, communication could only be through this miraculous little hole. Only voices, a purely verbal battle. With limited time, overthinking would only expose him. Cyclone decided to casually say something first, leaving the other party puzzled. "I am the god of love, controlling all the love in the world! How dare you underestimate love in front of me?!!" "I-I didn't!!" ...Snick!
Hearing the other's response, Cyclone's sly smile could no longer be concealed. He held it back and then quietly closed his eyes, imagining himself standing on a high ground. A deity, a god who caused mischief. And now, below him, there was a woman kneeling. She looked up, though he did not know what her face looked like, it did not matter, Cyclone imagined her face as a question mark. A woman with a question mark on her face, clasping her hands together, begging Cyclone.
"Oh god! I-I didn't underestimate love!!"
Cyclone slowly opened his arms, facing the woman below, pretending to be imposing like a god. Witnessed by Dudu, who was watching the demon playing with others, Dudu knew he had to intervene. But Dudu couldn't move. Scared by the evil aura emanating from Cyclone, Dudu's feet were rooted in place, unwilling to get closer.
"Well said! It's fortunate that I, the god of love, passed by this place, to correct the mistaken thoughts of this woman!!"
"What-what is this?!" Without waiting for the woman's reaction, Cyclone followed up.
"Tell me! Do you wish to make that man fall in love with you?!" "Y-yes! Oh god of love!! Please, I beg you!"
With a swift attack, the woman's rhythm was disrupted by Cyclone. And upon hearing how easily the woman outside was deceived, Cyclone fell silent for a few seconds.
Turning around, he covered his mouth with both hands.
"What the heck!? This person is so foolish, too easy to deceive~"
"Hey, Cyclone, maybe it's better to stop playing around..."
Seeing the evil aura on Cyclone disappear, Dudu finally managed to speak up.
But as soon as Dudu spoke, Cyclone truly transformed into a devil, staring at Dudu with demonic eyes.
In that instant, Dudu was so scared that he didn't know how to react, only wanting to ask a question in his mind.
Is this man really Allen's hero? Is he really the man who brought happiness to Yuna?
"Who...who are you really..."
Ignoring Dudu, and hearing a woman outside possibly overhearing some laughter, also began to doubt Cyclone.
But at that moment, Cyclone shouted.
"How dare you doubt me?! Believe me, I can make you never taste the flavor of a man for the rest of your life!"
"N-no, please!!!!"
Shocked by the woman's blunt reaction, Cyclone immediately turned around.
"Help, help me~ What a blast this is~"
Dudu couldn't bear to watch anymore, thinking it was almost time to pack up and leave.
Just then, a sudden shout made both Cyclone and Dudu freeze in place.
