Yesterday, all of a sudden, you called in an emergency meeting, between Nadeshiko and I. So, we met you at the Otokonoko Cafe.

“Ladies, I require your assistance!” is what you said.

No way in hell, I said that.

Shut up, don’t interrupt my narration.

Anyway.

“Ladies, I require your assistance!” is what you said, bowing down in front of us, like the lowly peasant you are.

I crossed my legs, resting my hands on the armchair, I comfortably sat in, before you.

“Tch, of course the lowly maggot comes to his master, too incompetent to ask for help. Isn’t that right, Miss Nadeshiko?”

“Fufufu, that is true, Miss Val,” she responded, flicking her hair long lustrous black hair behind her shoulder, in a motion befitting her elegance, while also accentuating her dominance. Her chest bobbed from the movement, becoming all the more pronounced.

Yooo, what is this, you’d be a terrible author. Also, why do I kind of get the vibes of a BDSM-POV story from this?

Do you want to hear the story, or not? I can also just have you wallow in self-pity, as you desperately try to figure out, what exactly transpired between you and your Crush.

Okay, sorry, do tell.

“Fufufu, that is true, Miss Val,” she respon-

You don’t need to repeat that part. Just, skip the unimportant details.

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Okay, go on.

“What do you suppose this lowly maggot, could be asking of us, Miss Val?” Nadeshiko asked her dearest friend, not even regarding him with a mere glance.

“Why don’t we ask him, if he dares answer.”

“I have found myself in the most precarious situation! See, I have been invited by Crush, whom I am deeply infatuated with, to attend some festivities together. But alas, my dearest Crush does not in fact know, that I am, in reality, a man. I have led him on and now I will have to pay a bitter penance. That is, unless you, your majesties, graciously offer your assistance in these matters. I beg of you!”

“Hmph,” a mischievous smirk formed on Lady Val’s lips. “Then beg!”

What kind of a story is this! And ... how did I actually get you to help me? What even was the plan?

Well, I am still working out a few kinks in this story. But since you can’t seem to be bothered to listen without interrupting for just a minute, I guess I’ll cut to the chase.

You got cold feet about telling that boy the truth. So you called for backup, which was me and Nadeshiko, to come to the party with you. You didn’t specify what you wanted us to do, but we were determined to either give you the push you needed, or to pull you out in case of disaster.

So, we went to the party with you.

It really wasn’t my type of party. College party with loud jocks and dumb chicks and overall people that were absolutely ugh!

Yeah, I get what you mean. Our friend Mika invited us, because she was desperate for some company, that wasn’t ... the clientele you just aptly described.

In any case, the three of us walked around a bit, started drinking, talked ...

And then you spotted him. The man of the hour.

I didn’t exaggerate, when I said that we could hear an audible gulp coming from you.

Wait he was there? And did I talk to him?

Well, at first you went into panic mode and hid from him, but then you realized that the whole point of this was that he didn’t know what you looked like.

So, we stood at the bar and you ordered shot after shot, drink after drink. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re still alive right now.

Then you said something about “going to find him”, and staggered away!

Did I talk to him?

Oh, do I know? I found you outside the club later, throwing up into a bush. You were in no condition to ... stay alive, so I took you home with me.

And that’s how you ended up here.