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“You will take the fall for this.”
That was what a certain politician heard, hence why he collapsed in his old sofa. It was a momento of his family, borned and raised on a farmland. This couch he owned belonged to his great grand father, who saved up so much money in order to purchase this one piece of luxury his farming lineage could ever own.
At those times, buying such a rickety couch would be more than a modern day apartment in a big city ($500 000+). This politician decided to keep it, to remind himselfof his humble beginnings.
So the second he was elected to represent a popular state in the country, he immediately moved it from his family’s home to his office. He wanted to remind himself how much of an honest man he wished to be…….
……. Yet, this girl in a highschool uniform and skirt who was sitting on his own work table told him those cruel words.
She was beautiful, she didn’t need any make up to accent her beauty. She even had a head band to pull back her bangs to show off her forehead, somehow accenting her charm and sexiness with a hint of maturity.
This girl barged into his office the moment he officially obtained it by fair means.
“Nothing personal, really. But that’s just how it goes. The decision was not made by anyone in particular, neither were it your enemies during the election. It was a simple spin the bottle. The tip just so happened to land on your photo.”
The Politician didn’t know what to say. He worked hard through every school he’s been, went to a upstanding Law Academy on whatever money his family of two parents and 8 siblings could muster from their work on the farm. He obtained scholarship after scholarship just to earn this high place in human society.
He wanted to change the world.
And this highschool girl in the longskirt and forehead was denying him as if she was the president daughter.
“Heeeeeh. Are you angry? Well, I can’t blame you. You’ve spent more than 30 years in order to just sit in this office. Now for you to be ‘responsible’ for a large-scale scandal between three warring nations… Sigh. I can see where your rage would land on. Me, right?”
The Politician who was only a humble man who worked hard to get what he deserved, clenched his fist. All of his efforts were going to be taken away, with no please or thank you. All of it was going to crumble.
Because this pompous b*tch said so.
“I prefer sexy b*tch if you don’t mind. Honestly, I usually work behind the scenes, but my medium is sick today and is staying at home. She said something about staying with her pet Scottish Terrier being a necessary therapy. Frankly, it p*sses me off when I have to dirty my own hands.”
The honest Politician who came from humble beginnings – pulled out a weapon from under the couch.
It belonged to his great grand father. A regular hunting rifle meant to shoot down dear, or the animals if they were sick beyond an animal doctor’s capabilities. It was originally able to holster two slugs, but after many years to every generation and through every sibling in the house, it had been modified heavily.
It looked like a sniper rifle that could shoot like a submachine gun. A special attachment underneath could fire a hand-sized grenade. Not even thinking, he pulled the trigger.
“Don’t you remember me?”
The gunfire did not appear
“No? How sad. To think you can’t remember this sexy body at all…… Here. Why don’t I let you jog your memory… like this.”
The highschool girl suddenly leapt off the desk and waltzed up to the politician on the very old sofa. Before he knew it, she pushed aside his weapon to sit on his lap. Her legs straddled over his thighs, and she pulled her face close to him. He could smell her youthful perfume and the banana-scented shampoo. It smelled like a tropical island.
“And this…”
The highschool girl suddenly grabbed the politican’s wrist.. and pushed it into her heart. It was soft…. Warm… and he could feel the pulsing sensation under his finger tips. Honestly, he completely forgot why he pulled out a gun in the first place.
“And this…. ‘N-no… please don’t… I-I have to go home.. m-m-mama and papa a-are waiting for me to b-bring back the salt… I-I can’t waste their money’... Tee-hee☆"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The modified hunting rifle that was as long as a sniper and could shoot like a submachine gun, with an attachment that could launch hanf-sized grenades… tumbled to the floor. Not a shot go off and it fell from the owner’s hands. Somehow, the very old sofa became very heavy.
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“Aaaaah. I see you even kept this old jalopy from out last time……… Did you really miss our one time that many years ago? Did you honestly wanted to smell my bodily scent through the fabric of this couch? Do you…. Fu-fu-fu, have dreams of me if you sit on this sofa…… Heh-heh… What a perverted man.”
Somehow, the weight of the girl grew heavier and it pinned the politician down. The politician did n’t resist… rather, he looked like he was too scared to resist.
“Oh! Wonderful. You do remember raping me back on Earth!”
The Politician… closed his eyes.
“Heeeeeh. Don’t tell me you completely forgot how drunk you were after coming back to town from law school. Heh-heh. You looked so bad off and drunk on the street, puking like a sick panda. Kee-heeh. At that time, the innocent and pure me never know what a panda was.”
The highschool girl nuzzled her head into the politician’s neck. It was not out of love or intimacy. To simply put, it was like rubbing salt to an open wound springkledwith lemon juice.
“Do you remember the little girl in the sweater, who was called out late at night to feed her parents. Fu-fu-fu. She was so tired from working over time, and her parents yelled at her for forgetting the salt. So she had to run out in the midnight to get some from the store. Oh me oh my, your body is reacting.”
The highschool girl rubbed her hand over the poltiicna’s chest, her other hand gripping the very old sofa as a counter-balance of her weight. Her sleek black hair drapped over her shoulder as she tilted her head. She wanted to see the eyes of the politican who regused to look at her.
“……… You’ve been a bad boy. Taking advantage of a cute girl who was only trying to help you.”
The Poltician had nothing to reject that accusation.
“… Hmm. Maybe I lied. Maybe it wasn’t by random chance that the one to take the fall would be you… Maybe… I added some bias factors inside. Maybe, I intentally turn the bottle to you.”
The Politciain was shaking. All he stood for and all he wanted to acquire through honest work was crumbling around him.
The foundation of his honest heart… was destroyed.
“……………… Hey… Since you’re little one is riled up, want to do it again?”
The modified weapon that looked like a sniper rifle that had the function of a submachine gun, and an attachment that could launch a hand-sized grenade was picked up.
The politician aimed it….. under his chin.
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“….. Ptoo….What a waste. This is no better than pleasing yourself while your woman is half-satisfied.”
The highschool girl got off of the politician’s lap. There was no response or shyness from those still legs. She turned to face the politicjan’s work office, her entire body covered in dark red blood. There were some bits that look like pink gelatin, but she plucked out a handkerchief to wipe it off before anyone could confirm it.
She held up a pocket watch from her skirt pocket and opened the cover.
“This is Yankee-Zulu-19. The target is eliminated. Repeat, the target is eliminated. Begin Operation Grasshopper.”
The girl said those random words with a playful sigh. Still wiping the blood from her face and hair, she quietly walked up the the window of the office belonging to the politician man.
No one stopped her, or yelled at her. The owner was ‘asleep’ on the very old sofa that was also painted red.
The highschool girl with a sexy forehead and long skirt pulled back the dusty curtains.
“… Wow. This was faster than I thought.”
It was the landscape of a space colony floating in the endless star-filled pae. The city that was made of fiber glass and vacuum-pressured windows were smashed open like a skull, completely drenched with melting fire.
A feelt of red ships of all classes from destroyers to carriers were lowing themselves within orbit of this floating space colony. They fired at everything in complete discrimination, no hesitation, and no opposition. Soon, the entire colony will collapse and it crash into a national orbital station that leads to a colonized planet flying the colors of a certain space nation.
“………….. Fuu. I hate getting my hands dirty… But at least I tied up loose ends. Tee-hee.”
With that, the highschool girl mosied her way out of the office, regrgouped with a squad of armored soldiers with plasma rifles, and merrily closed the dead empty doors behind her.
All that was left… was a red-colored and very old sofa.