AM N. NOT.(っ－＿－)っ♤♤DRAFT♤♤
Still in Nemuri's office.
Mabui's stoic eyes cracked ever so slightly when Nemuri dropped a bombshell, asking if she would like to come and watch her ride a roller coaster with her supposedly step-son.
She couldn't help but be left speechless by the sheer audacity of her friend. This was the very first time Mabui had experienced something like this—being asked to watch a sex scene in person. Nemuri was asking her as if there was nothing wrong with her proposition. She even wore a kind smile while saying those words.
Is this even appropriate?
Nemuri... have you completely lost your mind?
No... you have, haven't you? You've definitely lost your mind.
"Oh, Mabui-chan~ Looks like you're scared of something like this."
Nemuri teased her with a playful grin. She knew exactly how to persuade her white-haired, busty friend.
And as expected, when Mabui heard the word scared, her brows twitched ever so slightly.
That tiny reaction from the usually stoic Mabui was a huge deal.
Her pride was now on the line.
If she said no, she'd look like a coward.
If she said yes, she'd fall right into Nemuri's trap.
Actually, there were plenty of ways to counter this strategy, but who gives a fuck about those? When a woman becomes curious about something, she has to see it through.
It's like when your girlfriend keeps nagging you about a woman you don't even know, but then that same woman suddenly sends you a friend request. Your girlfriend immediately takes it as a sign. Once she starts barraging you with nonstop questions, you'd better answer with proof—or else her instincts will kick in, and who knows what she'll do.
In the worst-case scenario, she might secretly think you're cheating on her... and decide that the best revenge is to cheat on you too.
[N/A: Oh shit... take note. Take note.]
Mabui's interest had been piqued the very first time she met Maki, and every miracle Maki continued to perform only made the curvy, tanned beauty even more curious about him.
She had already planned numerous ways to get closer to Maki's circle, but who would've thought Nemuri would hand her the opportunity so easily?
And it wasn't just a simple ticket.
It was a VIP pass to witness a live battle between holes and a stick.
A merciless clash where the stick would ruthlessly overpower the holes.
Her stoic demeanor cracked even further—a crack that would never fully recover. Given enough time, it would surely crumble completely.
Her mind once again imagined scenes that were definitely inappropriate for little kiddos.
But the one who was even more shocked was the sexy woman in the long blue off-shoulder dress.
Mei Terumi.
In her imagination, she was just about to swallow every last drop of the white seed her husband had shot into her mouth when she suddenly heard Nemuri's proposal about inviting Mabui to watch.
Mei slammed both palms onto the desk again.
[Desk: I can't fake this anymore. Someone call an ambulance.]
[N/A: Ambulance? A desk asking for an ambulance? Really, nig—]
[Miss Camera Woman: Hey! Hey! Almost... and we might get cancelled.]
[N/A: Nah, don't worry. I have an N-pass right here... It's good for three uses.]
"HEY, YOU BITCH! ARE YOU FORGETTING ABOUT ME?!
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO ENDURE BEING AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND?!
AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN INVITING ME?!
DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME, YOU BITCH?!"
"You?"
Nemuri turned toward Mei, who looked ready to explode from jealousy over being excluded from this live performance.
The Horsey and His Stepmom: Practicing Horse Riding.
"I'm talking to you, bitch!" Mei screamed again.
She felt completely ignored.
She wasn't going to let this slide.
As far as she was concerned, she deserved second place.
Mommy Mei knew Nemuri was like a motherly figure to her husband, so she could reluctantly accept that.
But there was no way she'd let anyone else claim the spot right beneath this slutty stepmom.
"You wish."
Nemuri rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
Their intense staring contest began once again.
Meanwhile, the curvy, tanned Mabui finally snapped out of her daydream after her imagination had thoroughly entertained itself.
She shook her head, her long white hair swaying gracefully.
After composing herself and desperately trying to erase those indecent thoughts, she looked at Mei and Nemuri, who were on the verge of pouncing on each other.
With her usual calm demeanor, Mabui spoke.
"That idea will have to be put on hold for now.
I'm admittedly interested... but Principal Nezu ordered that Big Maki come to U.A. tomorrow. The earlier, the better.
Principal Nezu wants to see what Maki plans to do with the piece of land—water he requested. If everything goes as anticipated, several adjustments will need to be implemented.
The schedule is already packed, so it's best to put those ideas of yours aside for now."
Hearing this, Mei and Nemuri stopped glaring at each other and turned toward Mabui, who was speaking exactly as a secretary should.
But that wasn't the whole truth.
Deep inside Mabui's mind...
She really wanted to watch some live action.
The very idea fascinated her far more than she'd ever admit.
[N/A: Me too.]
[Miss Camera Woman: Count me in.]
[Desk: Me too.]
[N/A:Hey, how old are you ?]
[Desk: what, does it matter? I'm no living thing]
[N/A: watch it, FBIs are everywhere]
AM N. NOT.(っ－＿－)っ♤♤DRAFT♤♤