"You're an asshole."
"You want to lick my asshole? Oh my~~ You're such a crude, dear."
Night has fallen on the sa day as the War at the Emperor Ford. The young man felt like he had gone through an entire week of bullshits just on this one day alone. Most of it, he feels, cos from the umamusu sitting in front of him, jiro Ramonu.
"You know what?! YEAH!! I want to give you a rimjob!! Strip and bend over!!"
His anger has reached the point that he stopped being polite to the clearly amused umamusu.
"Don't threaten with a good ti, dear."
Usually, a umamusu and a male trainer would have no chance of eting once curfew starts, but that only applies in the inn. Lucky for both of them, they are now travelling down a road in Ramonu's car. The reason they are travelling together is that a very important person is nearby.
"I'm angry at you."
"Goddesses, you're so adorable. It's not fair that you can both be annoying and adorable at the sa ti."
"And it's not fair how you can be an asshole and powerful at the sa ti. I can't strike back at you without the fear of retaliation."
"Most powerful people are assholes, dear.'
"Yeah, I'm seeing one right now."
The difference in atmosphere between their outfits and their talk is astronomical. They're wearing a suit and a dress that would blend quite well in a high-class banquet while talking like an old married couple after a night of hardcore fucking.
"Madam, we've arrived."
"Good. Let's go, my dear."
"Sigh… Okay…"
The jiro Supermodel offers her hand to the pouting young man, knowing very well that he is currently angry at her. She knows that he is angry, but she also knows that she can't reject her hand right now. The mont he has to surrender himself to her is what she is yearning for. The sound of n surrendering to umamusus is one of the most popular ASMR right now, and Ramonu understands why.
The pair exited the car, where they were greeted by a docked speedboat. The design is futuristically slick, as if designed by a sports car company. One can see that it wasn't just a run-of-the-mill speedboat. The smooth catamaran design with an overengineered hull exudes an aura of elegance and speed.
"Greetings, Madam jiro Ramonu and Mister Igo Heita. My na is Yamazaki. I shall ferry both of you to Mister Fujita's yacht."
The couple boarded the speedboat, and the captain wasted no ti in ferrying them to the yacht. As if the design doesn't sell you on the price range of the speedboat, the speed would. It cut through the sea as if Moses were the captain. Only 5 seconds in, and none of them could see the dock they departed from. That's just how fast the boat is cruising. The couple doesn't need to wait for more than a minute before a massive yacht cos into view on the horizon.
"A moonrise yacht… Mister Fujita has quite the eye for design."
The young man isn't exactly well-versed in yachts, but he knows that Ramonu's astonishnt isn't easily earned. If that jiro Ramonu audibly complints you, then you know you are the real deal.
With his experience and skill, the captain gracefully docked the speedboat beside the yacht. The young man couldn't believe just how smooth the docking process was, considering how fast this thing was moving. He almost couldn't feel when the hull of the boat stopped moving.
"We have arrived, dear. Let's not make them wait."
"Yeah. Right behind you."
The couple gets off the speedboat and steps their feet onto the floating board. The young man looked up the gangway going up to the yacht. He knows that once he reaches the top, there's no room for error. This is all because of who Mister Fujita is. He is the current head of the JRA.
"It's okay, dear. I know what you're capable of."
"Heh! Alright… Let's do this."
With his (future) wife supporting him, Igo Heita climbed the gangway with full confidence. With each step he took, his nervousness dissipated until there was nothing but utter confidence in himself when he reached the top.
"..."
"..."
The young man imdiately locked eyes with Ciga Fujita, the current head of the JRA. From a glance, he looks completely like any normal Japanese man, but that's what makes him quite the dangerous fellow. In front of a powerful person, people would wear their masks. But in front of soone they view as lower than them, they will show their true self. That's why Ciga Fujita is dangerous.
His black hair and brown eyes make him look like an average NPC character, but that's how he makes people let down their guard. He will purposefully hide his identity and strike up a conversation. Since his dialogue partner wouldn't know who he is, they would expose their true self in front of him, letting him judge their characters without a mask on. His plainness has beco his most powerful weapon in becoming the head of the JRA. Allowing him to separate between friends and foes.
But that tactic would not work on the young man as he already knows who he is, which put Ciga Fujita on edge. He knows need to determine what kind of man Igo Heita is under all his masks.
Igo Heita… A man who is close to jiro Ramonu can not be a re man. A person must possess sothing extraordinary for jiro Ramonu to glance at them, let alone stick to him. He has the look, but compared to what jiro Ramonu has seen in her modelling career, he is nothing special. So that could only an that his quality must be internal and not external.
Ciga Fujita… When soone extraordinary gets an extraordinary position, it's no surprise. A hot man or woman becos a supermodel. A talented and hardworking umamusu claiming the Triple Crown, and so on. No ordinary person can accomplish an extraordinary feat. So this man has to possess sothing great to stand at the top of JRA.
While the husbands check each other up, the wives gently smile at each other as if they have known each other before. These 2 umamusus understand why the other chose her man.
You truly find a good man if he is capable of making my husband raise his guard this much, Enlisted jiro Ramonu.
To secure a powerful man for the betternt of the umakind. You truly are soone worthy of looking up to, Major Forever Darling.
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