I can't believe you, my so-called friend, have been harboring such a peculiar secret all this time. We've planned a casual hangout, but here I am, feeling extremely gassy, and you seem to be enjoying it. I mean, who wouldn't be taken aback? I'm not just any girl, I'm Goddess Krystal, and my farts are no ordinary farts. They're powerfully stinky, capable of bringing even the toughest men to their knees. But you, you're a different story, aren't you? You're not repulsed. Instead, you're turned on, you little fart freak. I can see it in your eyes, the way they light up each time you hear me let one rip. You're not as innocent as I thought. You crave the smell, the intensity of it. It's a kink I never thought you'd have. But here we are, and I can't help but feel amused. You're stuck here, inhaling my farts, and you can't seem to get enough. I'm going to humiliate you, tease you for your absurd fetish. And guess what? I'm going to enjoy every second of it. Never thought our hangout would turn out this way, did you?
