After All Might left Nemuri's office,
Nemuri was still in a daze and in heat. Her hands were clasped tightly as she endured the pleasure overwhelming her entire body.
Her beautiful eyes locked onto the briefcase that had been placed on the sofa by All Might. The size of the briefcase alone was enough to tell her that the money inside was legitimate.
She didn't need to do any further checking for a transaction like this.
Still, her lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.
"That's my boy for you, big and strong."
She bit her upper lip as she imagined him and his big weapon. The thought made her body even more sensitive, but her imagination was abruptly interrupted when she heard another knock on her office door.
The knocking was repetitive and constant, as if the person outside was in a hurry.
She raised an eyebrow, and some clarity returned to her drowsy eyes.
Tsk, that bitch is here again. What does she want this time...?
Nemuri was accustomed to this particular knocking rhythm, and she knew exactly who was behind the door.
She pressed the button once again, and the double doors slid open.
Without waiting for the doors to fully open, a silhouette rushed in. She was wearing a blue dress that clung to her figure, her hips swaying casually while her ass moved along with every step. If there had been a person behind her, they would undoubtedly have been tempted to smack her giggling ass.
Nemuri seemed irritated as she looked at the woman's face.
"What are you doing here, bitch?"
A teasing voice answered her.
"Of course I came here to seek an update about my husband."
The gorgeous woman who came in was none other than Mei.
Nemuri crossed her arms beneath her chest, causing her breasts to press together.
"Husband? Hmph. You're just another side chick that my baby boy could discard at any moment."
Mei chuckled.
"Oh, please. Stop with your delusions. My husband would undoubtedly have more fun playing with my curvy body than with your not-so-good figure."
Nemuri straightened her posture.
"Huh? Do you even know what a mirror is? Haven't you seen what you look like? You look like a slut who would suck every man she sees."
Mei walked toward the sofa and sat down near the briefcase. She crossed her long legs and smirked at Nemuri.
"No, you've got that sentence wrong. I'm a slut who would suck every inch, every part, and every piece that my husband has. Stop comparing me to you, Miss R-Rated Hero."
A vein popped out on Nemuri's forehead. She wanted to unleash an endless stream of rebuttals, but she couldn't because her mind was too occupied with the thing inside her that kept warming her cold and lonely cave.
Mei didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Nemuri. After glancing at her once, her attention was immediately drawn to the briefcase.
She knew what it probably was, but just in case, she needed to asked.
What puzzled her was why it was here. Nemuri hadn't gone on a mission recently, Or perhaps it was for someone else.
Mei opened her lips.
"Hey, stepmom. Why is this thing here?"
Nemuri, who had been about to erupt, suddenly stopped when she heard Mei ask about the briefcase.
"Oh, that's my stepson's reward."
Nemuri answered without any displeasure at being called stepmom. In fact, uttering the words my stepson made her feel oddly excited, which was very alarming.
Mei tapped the briefcase and turned toward Nemuri. Seeing that her expression was no longer irritated but instead triumphant made her curious.
"What do you mean? Reward for my husband?"
Nemuri smirked.
This is a chance...
"You don't watch the news, do you? That makes sense. After all, you only watch those adult videos and please yourself. Unlike me, who has my loving stepson. Ah~ you must be very lonely. But as a friend, I'll warn you, Mei. That's not healthy. Don't watch those adult videos, or your mind will become corrupted."
Hearing the sarcasm made Mei forget about the briefcase entirely.
She stood up and rushed toward Nemuri's desk, slamming both hands onto it with enough force to produce an aching sound.
[Desk: What did I do?]
[N/A: Endure it, don't wastes the talent fee]
[Miss camera woman: Hey, director where's the popcorn?]
Mei stared into Nemuri's eyes.
Now that she was so close, Mei could see that Nemuri's face was pink and glossy, almost as if she had a slight fever.
She put that observation aside and continued staring at her intensely.
Rather than anger, her expression showed teasing and playfulness.
Mei licked her lips and moved closer until their foreheads were only five inches apart.
"Stepmom, watch your words. And don't compare me to you, because unlike you, I don't hide dildos in my drawer."
Nemuri also smirked and licked her lower lip.
She could tell that Mei wanted to start their usual catfight again. At the same time, she could see the frustration hidden beneath Mei's playful attitude.
Nemuri loved this kind of youthful conversation, and combined with the pleasure Chibi Maki was giving her, she felt excited and thrilled.
Nemuri glanced at Mei.
"Looks like someone is jealous. But don't worry, bitch. I'll record some videos of me and my baby having fun and send them to you so you can use them to relieve yourself. As your friend, I've got you covered, bitch. You can use your imagination. Imagine that you're replacing me in those videos. Too bad it'll only ever be your imagination... fufufu~"
Mei didn't flinch at all. She was already used to Nemuri's intense counterattacks.
In her mind, this provocation was still tame compared to their previous arguments.
Mei didn't back down and moved even closer.
Now their foreheads were pressed together, and both women could feel each other's warmth.
They stared into each other's eyes.
Then Mei retaliated.
"Then I dare you to send it. I want to see just how weak and pathetic a bitch like you can be. I want to see whether my husband is satisfied being with you and how badly you perform in bed. Send it to me, you bitch."
Nemuri smirked, a smirk that clearly said, Is that a challenge?
Even though she knew she probably wouldn't be able to handle it and would perform terribly, she still had her youthful pride.
She tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear and leaned back slightly.
"Is that so? Then you'd better not blink when you watch it, and don't get jealous as we play dirty. Maybe by watching, you'll even learn something, you ignorant virgin bitch."
Mei and Nemuri continued their odd conversation without breaking eye contact.
Silence settled over the room as the two calculated their next responses.
But then the teasing atmosphere was shattered by a loud cough.
"COUGH... COUGH..."
The cough definitely belonged to another woman.
"Halt your conversation. Your topic is neither appreciated nor appropriate in every setting, especially here at the academy."
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