Mei and Nemuri, who had been intensely glaring at each other, suddenly heard the confident and elegant voice of a secretary.
Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but within the confined office, it was more than enough to bring the duo back to their senses.
Neither Mei nor Nemuri needed to look at the source of the voice because they already knew who it belonged to. In this institution, only one woman possessed the composed voice of a confident secretary and adviser.
Mei, who still hadn't let go of their earlier quarrel, exclaimed,
"Not to day, Mabui-chan... This time, I'll make sure this bitch records that video and sends it to me."
"Oho? You're that eager to watch me getting fucked? At least you're cherishing your youth. I like it."
Nemuri replied while resting her chin on her clasped hands.
The owner of that elegant voice was none other than the tanned, curvaceous secretary, Mabui-chan.
She was wearing a gray short dress that barely concealed her voluptuous figure. The hem reached only to the middle of her thighs, showing off her long, thick, tanned legs. The deep V-cut of her dress was irresistible, displaying her massive oppai.
[Miss Camera Woman: I think I'm getting hard...]
[N/A: Wait a minute... aren't you a woman?]
[Miss Camera Woman: Wait, that's right... I'm a girl. Then... wuh... I almost lost it there. I mean, I'm getting turned on.]
[N/A: I see. No need to hide it, Miss. I know you like girls. You're definitely a lesbian, aren't you?]
[Miss Camera Woman: W-What? Of course not! I'm just praising how beautiful and delicious Mabui is.]
[N/A: Nah... I don't buy it.]
The delicious-looking woman was Mabui, who had come to Nemuri's office to deliver the file regarding Maki's request to borrow a portion of the sea.
This request from the fish-head had been assigned to Mabui by Principal Nezu, who was acting as Maki's supervisor for the matter.
After Nezu finished making his own preparations, he handed the file to Mabui for one final inspection. Although everyone knew it wasn't really necessary, she still accepted the task professionally.
With the file in hand, she headed toward Nemuri's office.
When she arrived, she noticed the sliding door was already open, so she quietly stepped inside.
The moment she entered, she found the two Hungarian pussycats arguing once again.
Naturally, the topic was the man with the horse-like weapon.
And now...
They were discussing a certain video.
Which, of course, immediately caught Mabui's interest.
She genuinely wanted to see if his thing was really as enormous as a horse's.
As Mei and Nemuri continued exchanging words, Mabui found herself imagining all sorts of inappropriate scenarios.
Who would've thought that this busty woman, who usually carried herself with such composure, possessed such an unbelievably vivid imagination whenever the topic turned lewd?
What am I thinking...?
Mabui whispered to herself.
She shook her head, trying to erase those naughty thoughts.
She then cleared her throat and attempted to say the line she had prepared beforehand.
But seeing that the two women had absolutely no intention of stopping, Mabui simply gave up.
She knew this scene all too well.
They weren't truly fighting.
They were merely trying to win a completely pointless argument.
It was simply the two pussycats' way of relieving stress and having a friendly conversation.
Yup.
A friendly conversation.
Like recording yourself having intercourse and sending the video to your best friend to watch.
Yep...
Nothing wrong here.
Just two best friends having a wholesome chat.
Mabui looked at the two before calmly walking toward them while slowly raising the file in her hand.
Her walk was mesmerizing, like a model gracefully walking down a fashion runway. Her wide hips swayed naturally with every elegant step.
Reaching the desk, Mabui placed the file between the two women, who were still standing face-to-face.
"Here is the file regarding Maki's request. Please review it, and if everything is in order, kindly sign it... and have Maki-kun sign it as well."
The instant Mei and Nemuri heard the name Maki, both of them jolted.
They immediately stopped pestering each other, and their eyes fell onto the file resting on the table.
"Finally... it has been approved. So that means my husband will be coming over to prepare everything, right?"
Mei said dreamily as she clasped both hands together.
She imagined the house Maki would build.
The two of them holding hands.
She was wearing a long white dress.
Maki leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss.
She returned it lovingly.
And then...
And then...
And then...
They had babies.
They lived happily ever after.
Seeing Mei disappear into her own fantasy once again, Mabui and Nemuri simply left her alone.
There was no point interrupting her imaginary married life.
Nemuri picked up the file and smiled.
"Thank you, Mabui-chan. You're such a great help. With this, my baby boy will definitely be excited."
Mabui stared at Nemuri's face.
It was filled with affection.
Her cheeks were slightly pink, and she kept unconsciously licking her upper lip.
Mabui immediately sensed that something wasn't quite right about Nemuri's condition.
However, instead of asking questions, she simply continued observing her quietly.
"Ah~... and then my husband would do this... and I'd say, 'Ah~ harder...' Then he'd whisper, 'I love you...'"
Mei's imagination continued unfolding as she hugged her own slim waist.
Her sexy body occasionally wiggled as though she were actually experiencing it.
Mabui glanced at Mei.
Her face was as red as an apple.
Her expression—and the words leaving her mouth—made it obvious just how deeply immersed she was in her own fantasy.
Really... aren't you supposed to be royalty? What's with this attitude of yours?
Mabui asked herself inwardly.
But then she remembered that she herself had also imagined some rather questionable things earlier.
That realization made her ask herself another question.
Am I also that kind of woman...?
"Mabui-chan... As thanks for this, why don't I send the video to you too? I'm sure you're going to love it."
Nemuri teased with a playful smile.
She wanted to crack the stoic facade Mabui always maintained, and this was the perfect opportunity.
Hearing those words, Mabui's rational thoughts came to a complete stop.
She slowly turned toward Nemuri.
Her eyes practically asked,
Are you serious...?
Seeing that tiny crack in Mabui's composure, Nemuri smiled mischievously before giving her a provocative wink.
That wink alone told Mabui everything.
Even if she refused...
Nemuri would still send it.
But then Nemuri played yet another game-changing card.
"Um... now that I think about it... recording it and sending it afterward sounds like too much trouble."
She smiled even wider.
"Why don't you just watch it live instead?"
[Miss Camera Woman: Live? Like... live action?]
[N/A: Nah... I'll definitely take the front-row seat.]
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