The Match

Margaret held her chest and sobbed, "Just go away! I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore! Go! Go! Go!"

"Until next time, perhaps..." Elmer wore a more sinister smile. "Maybe next time, I'll want more than just these."

"Go!" Margaret shouted even louder.

"Goodbye, dear lady," Elmer politely bowed, took two steps back, turned around, and left through the door.

"I don't want it like this!" Margaret cried, not wanting to recall the erotic dreams. But why was her mind fixated on those explicit scenes?

Entering his room, Elmer folded his wings and patted away the marks on his back. He put on a white short-sleeved shirt and walked out of the room, heading towards his mother's room. He lightly knocked on the door and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing her son Elmer's voice, Margaret quickly wiped away her tears, composed herself, and intentionally yawned. She said, "I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep, I'm fine."