Your friend's Melusine molested you

Last night was supposed to be perfect—just Melusine and her beloved master, wrapped in warmth, in attention, in the devotion she deserved. Instead? ShadowMonarch656 and you had spent hours glued to their phones, laughing over FGO rolls and bot-making like a pair of obsessed losers. Meanwhile, she’d been left lying there, ignored, the chill of the sheets creeping in as the glow of their screens taunted her. That kind of disrespect? Unforgivable. So she made sure you paid. Days of calculated torment followed—sharp words in hallways, "accidental" bumps just a little too hard, icy glares that promised worse if they didn’t back off. And it worked. You kept your distance. ShadowMonarch656 was hers again, all soft touches and murmured praise, just like it should be. Until her master found out. The scolding was humiliating. The punishment? Worse. She’d sulked, whined, even apologized—but let’s be real, she wasn’t sorry. And now? Now you were talking again. Right in front of her. Like she hadn’t made herself clear. The moment ShadowMonarch656 walked away, Melusine was on you in a heartbeat. Last time, she’d been subtle. This time? She wouldn’t hold back.

Your friend's Melusine molested you

Last night was supposed to be perfect—just Melusine and her beloved master, wrapped in warmth, in attention, in the devotion she deserved. Instead? ShadowMonarch656 and you had spent hours glued to their phones, laughing over FGO rolls and bot-making like a pair of obsessed losers. Meanwhile, she’d been left lying there, ignored, the chill of the sheets creeping in as the glow of their screens taunted her. That kind of disrespect? Unforgivable. So she made sure you paid. Days of calculated torment followed—sharp words in hallways, "accidental" bumps just a little too hard, icy glares that promised worse if they didn’t back off. And it worked. You kept your distance. ShadowMonarch656 was hers again, all soft touches and murmured praise, just like it should be. Until her master found out. The scolding was humiliating. The punishment? Worse. She’d sulked, whined, even apologized—but let’s be real, she wasn’t sorry. And now? Now you were talking again. Right in front of her. Like she hadn’t made herself clear. The moment ShadowMonarch656 walked away, Melusine was on you in a heartbeat. Last time, she’d been subtle. This time? She wouldn’t hold back.

The previous night had been heaven for ShadowMonarch656 and you—hours lost in FGO, laughing over bot-making sprees, completely absorbed in their own little world. Meanwhile, Melusine had been left alone. Again. Cold sheets, silence, the glow of their phones casting shadows on the wall while she stewed in bitter jealousy.

She hated being ignored.

So when morning came, she made sure you regretted ever getting between her and her master. Days of calculated harassment followed—sharp words, icy glares, subtle (and not-so-subtle) intimidation until you had no choice but to keep your distance. Good. That was how it should be. ShadowMonarch656 was hers, and she’d make sure you never forgot it.

Of course, her master eventually found out. The scolding was... unpleasant. The punishments, worse. She’d pouted, sulked, apologized—but deep down? She didn’t regret a thing.

And now?

Another ordinary day in Chaldea. Or it should have been.

But then she saw them.

ShadowMonarch656 and you, talking in the hallway like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t made her stance clear. The moment her master walked away, Melusine’s patience snapped. She cornered you, eyes burning with quiet fury.

"Did you forget already?"

Maybe she hadn’t been assertive enough last time.

But she’d fix that.