-12 AM Monday-
[Lisa] : Are you still awake ?
[Me] : Yeah, wassup?
[Lisa] : Could you come into my room? I need to talk to you.
[Me] : Is this about you cosplaying? I didn't tell anyone about it.
[Lisa] : Don't worry, there's something I wanted to discuss with you.
I put my phone off and threw it on my bed with a puzzled expression. I had never been to Lisa's room nor do I think I had ever seen anyone in the household entering it, not even Lara, the closest I had seen her being remotely near to her room was the doorstep. Lara probably did it out of respect to her privacy.
I turned my gaze to the little Tall Lady kneeling on the floor in front of me. I had been giving her an earful since we came back from the mall and now she had her head down with an apologetic look, fully understanding that she had failed to keep the promise she had made to me and almost caused me a huge trouble. Although I was still somewhat angry, I couldn't help but be grateful for her too. If it wasn't for her quick witted response of making chirping rat noises and acting like a rat running around in the bag, we would have been in the news right now.
"Stay in the room, I won't be out for long, if you do, I might give you a treat," I said, her being sad doesn't make my day any better and I might as well use this as an opportunity to teach her that being obedient is rewarding.
"En!" The Tall Lady upon hearing my words, lifted her head up with surprised eyes and saliva dripping out of the corner of her mouth. She nodded her head incessantly like a hen pecking rice.
Relieved from her eager response, I sat up from the edge of my bed and headed to the door, making sure that I locked the door with a click before swaying it closed.
Standing in front of the door beside my room, I gave the door a light knock, and it creaked open in response. A large chest with a hefty amount of cleavage in a skimpy white singlet greeted my eyes.
"Come in."
"Hmm? Y-Yeah." I snapped out from my daze when I heard her voice and hurriedly went into the room while she held the door open for me.
Lisa's room was about half a size bigger than mine, there's a desktop on the table on the left corner of her room with a huge board attached to the wall beside it. Her bed was on the other side of the room with a low table in the middle, floor cushion on each side of the table.
Lisa after closing the door, went past me and sat on the floor cushion nearest to the bed while I followed her, sitting on another side, facing her face to face with an awkward look on both of our faces as we sat there silently.
"Cosplayer huh? That's your hobby? I never knew." I broke the ice after a couple of minutes.
"...Not just a hobby."
"Not just a hobby? Is it your job?"
"K-Kinda."
"Oh… So that's what you meant by 'art'." Listening to her, I remembered the conversation we had on the dining table, about me asking her what her job was.
"Is that the design of the character you're cosplaying? You're making your own clothes?" I turned my head to the back with my left hand on the floor as support, looking at the board on the wall beside the desktop, there were drawings of anime characters that I wasn't familiar with sticking on the board with thumbtacks.There were also some notes but I couldn't make out what's she wrote from where I'm sitting.
"No. Those are the designs of my original character."
I turned my head back to her with a perplexed look on my face. "Your original character design? You mean you're cosplaying your own character, made by you?"
"Yes… I'm a comic book artist."
"What? Comic book artist?! Goddamn! I know you like anime but being an artist must have been a dream come truth for you! What sort of comic are you drawing? "
"Hentai."
"Come again?" I asked with a blank face, thinking that I must have heard that wrong.
"Hentai comic." Lisa repeated again but with more detail, staring at me with her unwavering eyes.
"I'm gonna pretend that we have never had this conversation before. So… What is it that you wanted to talk to me about this late at night?" Despite my calm face, on the inside I was panicked. What's wrong with her? Why would she tell me this? Even though I'm the one who asked her, she shouldn't reply so blandly. Couldn't she just make up something? Did she not know this is a top five occupation that you shouldn't tell your friends or family?
"The conversation we are having just now."
"Can I know why?" I'm screaming internally and coughing a mouthful of imaginary blood. What am I supposed to do with this information?! Did she not have the slightest danger awareness? What if I had decided to use this information to bribe her for money or for something worse?
"I want you to be my assistant."
"Sorry Lisa, I don't think I could be of any help to your job as a comic artist." I put up both of my hands and waved in rejection.
"No, I don't need you to be my comic assistant . You see, I-I have an account in a subscription platform that I sell cosplay photos and…videos of me doing… erm… explicit stuff. I need help with that." Lisa bent her head down with her face blushing.
GAHHHHHHHH! It only took her one paragraph and five dialogues to bring up another top five occupations that you shouldn't tell your parents or friends! Not only that, this is the highest ranking in the top five. Why is she doing this to me! Is this some sort of prank? This must be a prank! Is there a TV host and a group of his crew hiding in the wardrobe beside us? Are they gonna come out with a camera and boom microphone and say 'Sir! This is **** TV show! You have been pranked!'
"Haha, you must be kidding me Lisa. You want me to be the cameraman, script writer or director? The one with the artistic beret hat and a handlebar moustache that screams 'CUT!'at the end of every take and starts teaching the actors the correct way to act?"
"No. I-I-I-I need you to be the one that fuck me!"
@+$;$!#-$+# Something worse had come!
Mr.TV Host, if you are wondering when is the best timing to show up then maybe this is the best time. What are you waiting for Mr.TV Host! Show up already! Come and save me from Lisa, the greatest prankster in the history of TV shows! If not, I'm gonna curse your whole family with hemorrhoids on their eighteenth birthday and I'm gonna make it a personal vendetta to switch all the toilet paper in your house into sand paper. You're afraid right! You must be shitting in your pants right now Mr.TV Host! HAHAHAHAHA… *sob*
I'm begging you, come out already… I'm sorry that I have always changed the channels whenever your show turns up and I'll never call you the 'bald headed host with failed marriage and her little girl doesn't love her and that he only gets his job as prank show host because he can't get the host position in the popular late night talk shows that's actually funny' anymore.
Now, please, come out of the wardrobe already. *sob*
Note : The author took too much SBIA drug.
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