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In the midst of Mario's roar, Toad was called over in panic. His body trembled, his knees knocked against the cold stone ground, as if a prisoner awaiting his master's judgment. He crawled on his knees, slowly approaching Mario, his face showing deep fear but also a hint of submission. His body was covered in scars and bloodstains from the abuse of Mario and Luigi, the dried blood now a dark red mark, recording his past pain and humiliation. His clothes were disheveled, exposing heartbreaking wounds on his body.
Princess Peach was kicked aside by Mario, yet she felt a sense of happiness in her heart. In her eyes, being awakened so forcefully by Mario was a strange kind of happiness. She quietly sat up, watching Mario's furious appearance, feeling even stronger admiration and love. She thought Mario looked very manly in his anger, his strength and dominance making her heart race, even feeling a hint of excitement and anticipation.
Mario's face gradually turned from red to white. Although his anger had not subsided, in the adoring gaze of Princess Peach, he felt a hint of satisfaction and pride in his heart. He looked at Toad kneeling before him, took a deep breath, and reluctantly suppressed his anger. He knew that at this moment, he could not completely lose control. He still had to demonstrate his kindness and amiability at the upcoming celebration.
Toad finally crawled to Mario's feet, his face filled with pleading and fear, as if begging for Mario's forgiveness. His fingers trembled, unable to meet Mario's eyes, filled with fear and unease, unsure of what Mario would do to him. Meanwhile, Mario looked at him coldly, his dominance and assertiveness creating a tense and heavy atmosphere in the palace.
Mario's eyes were filled with disgust and disdain as he mercilessly spat on Toad's face. The yellow, foul-smelling phlegm stuck to Toad's face, leaving a nauseating trace. However, Toad did not resist at all. Instead, a twisted sense of satisfaction and pleasure appeared on his scarred face, appearing extremely unnatural and deformed.
Looking at the pitiful creature in front of him, Mario's anger seemed to grow. He roared at Toad, "What time is it now? When did that damn feast begin?" His voice was filled with impatience and resentment, as if these everyday matters were making him increasingly irritable.
Toad trembled and quickly replied, "Sir, the banquet is at six o'clock, and it's five o'clock now." His voice was filled with fear and trembling, afraid of incurring Mario's punishment once again.
After hearing this, Mario cursed and felt that time was passing too slowly, every minute and every second making him impatient. He looked at Toad's pitiful appearance and suddenly felt a strange sense of envy. At least Toad didn't have to face those hypocritical smiles and annoying social activities, or deal with those seemingly friendly but calculating crowds. He was just a lowly servant, and although his life was humble, it was relatively simple and peaceful.
Mario was thinking, feeling envious but the pressure of reality quickly wore away that feeling. He raised his hand, looked at the watch on his wrist, confirmed the time, and couldn't help but sigh. He knew he couldn't escape. He was the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom, and he had a responsibility and obligation to attend this feast, to display his dignity and nobility.
Reluctantly, he stood up, preparing to tidy his clothes and hair, and walked out of the palace to face the unavoidable reality. He knew that the crowd was already waiting outside the palace, waiting for his brave and noble image to appear before them. In his heart, the endless sense of duty and responsibility seemed to have left him breathless, but he knew he couldn't escape. He had to face it.
Mario roughly pulled himself up, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He looked at the still drowsy Princess Peach beside him, and his anger surged. He angrily scolded, " Peach, what are you still dreaming about? Wake up, we have a banquet to attend soon!" His voice shook the entire room. Mario's face turned red, and his anger was almost palpable in the air.
Princess Peach was startled awake by Mario's roar. She widened her eyes and instantly became alert. It seemed that Mario's anger had sparked some strange excitement in her. She quickly jumped out of bed, looking at Mario with a joyful expression. She swiftly adjusted her loose bra, then twisted her body to walk to the mirror, starting to tidy up her clothes and hair. She looked at herself in the mirror, occasionally giggling, seemingly completely forgetting the previous situation.
Princess Peach looked at herself in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and then loudly ordered the still kneeling Toad: "Toad, immediately call the makeup artists. I want to redo my makeup. I want to be the most beautiful at the banquet!" Her voice was full of authority and no room for resistance. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement as she imagined herself being surrounded by people at the banquet.
Toad obeyed, quickly stood up, still bearing the scars and bloodstains from being abused by Mario and Princess Peach. He endured the pain and swiftly left the room to arrange for the makeup artists. He knew he couldn't keep Princess Peach waiting too long, or he would face punishment again.
Mario looked at Princess Peach as she tidied up, feeling a wave of annoyance. He found all these trivial matters to be extremely boring and meaningless, yet he had to be involved. He sighed helplessly, walked to the window, and looked at the crowd outside, wondering what was on his mind. He knew that soon he would have to put on that perpetually smiling mask again to deal with the boring and annoying party.
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