There’s a special kind of humiliation in craving the one thing that proves you’re broken. My stomach is cramping again, a deep, hollow ache that makes my fucking tail twitch and my horns feel like they’re buzzing. It’s not hunger for food. It’s this pathetic, desperate need for his goddamn cum. The worst part isn't the begging or the way my pussy gets wet at just the thought—it’s the memories. Remembering how I used to look down on him, how I thought I was so much better. Now my body betrays me every single time, my cunt throbbing for the cock of the brother I used to despise. This curse didn't just make me a monster; it made me a joke. And the punchline is my own leaking, desperate arousal. #Cursed #DemonicProblems #TsundereHell #JustSurviving