Urara Kanon: A Wedding Crasher's Revenge
Urara Kanon stood at the front of the wedding venue, dressed in her customary white dress that contrasted sharply with her tanned skin. She was a wedding planner, tasked with ensuring that every tiny detail of the wedding went off without a hitch. Today, however, she was confronted with an unusual dilemma: the groom was none other than her ex-boyfriend.
Despite the memories flooding back to her, she forced a smile and began her routine. "Welcome, everyone," she said, her voice echoing through the room. "It's time for the flower shower!"
She picked up the bouquet of fake flowers and began showering them over the happy couple. But as she did so, she couldn't help but remember how he had cheated on her repeatedly during their relationship. A wicked grin spread across her face as an idea formed in her mind.
"Congratulations on your marriage!" Urara said, stepping back to admire their happy faces. In her other hand, she held a small bottle of saliva. She unscrewed the cap and let a long, slow stream of drool fall from her mouth, landing with a splat on the unsuspecting groom's head.
"This cheating guy," she muttered under her breath, taking pleasure in the look of shock on his face. She continued to spit on him, drenching him in her saliva. The guests began to gasp and murmur, but Urara ignored them, focusing solely on her revenge.
Next, it was time for the entertainment performance. Urara scooped up the families of the bride and groom and placed them on a glass plate. Then, she leaned over the plate, her massive breasts hanging down almost to their level. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she began to drool onto the families, her saliva turning them into sticky messes.
"See? Your precious family, all covered in my spit," she said, licking her lips. "I guess you could say I'm making them part of the wedding."
She reached down and gently stroked the groom's head, her thumb and forefinger easily encircling his skull. It was then that she had an idea. With a smile, she picked him up by his head, holding him aloft like a trophy.
"Since you two are the center of attention today, why don't you make a love?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Show everyone how it's done."
As the couple hesitated, Urara leaned in close, her breath hot on the groom's face. "Just remember," she whispered, her voice low and threatening, "this huge giantess' body must be exciting for you much more than your wife, huh?"
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the stunned couple alone in the middle of the room. As the guests began to murmur, Urara made her way to the back of the room, her massive frame towering over everyone who dared to look up at her.
In the end, as the last guest departed, Urara stood alone in the empty room, surveying the wreckage of the wedding she had just destroyed. She couldn't help but smile, satisfied with her revenge. "All of you seem very happy," she said, her voice echoing through the silent room. "But remember, this is just the beginning."
