"Mi-chan! Don't cling to him so much!"
"Huh? You're the one hogging him all to yourself!"
"Ehh? But Akane-kun only likes me! He hates you, Mi-chan!"
"Ehhhh?! Is that true, Akane-kun?"
Yep. That's right. Two beautiful, rich Ara Ara ladies are clinging to both of my arms—tipsy, gorgeous, and absolutely loaded. How did my life turn into a romcom manga?
Let's rewind an hour.
Back when the chaos unfolded...
Mitsuki Sakurazawa and Ayase Himejima made a dramatic entrance, their high heels clacking against the marble floor like they owned the place. Honestly, they probably do.
"You know who we are, right?" Mitsuki-san asked, her long violet hair cascading like silk over her shoulder.
"I told you, Mi-chan. She's rotten to the core. Just toss her," Ayase-san followed, flicking her short black hair behind her.
The previously smug woman—the one who harassed Kaede-san and nearly violated me—was now pale as a ghost, sweat beading at her temple.
She looked like she was about to piss herself.
"Ayase-sama! Please, don't—this is all a misunderstanding!"
"What misunderstanding? Just get out of here," Ayase-san said flatly.
"Mitsuki-sama, I didn't expect to see you here! Please! I need this managing job!"
"After what I saw tonight? No thanks. I'm not letting a power-tripping creep turn our company into a black company," Mitsuki-san shot back.
Wait… these two are her bosses?! She's so screwed.
The woman tried to laugh it off. "I don't care! Fire me! I don't want bosses who visit a prostitute club anyway!"
Kaede-san was about to explode, but I quickly held her arm. "Let them handle this. Trust me."
Mitsuki-san grabbed the woman by her collar, voice icy. "Says the female version of an ugly bastard with a high schooler fetish. Want us to send you to jail?"
"Yeah! Mi-chan, let's report her! And for the record, this isn't even a prostitute club!" Ayase-san added with a smirk.
Ohh. That lady's karma got express delivery.
The woman panicked. "No! Please! I'll leave! I'll leave!"
She scrambled out like a rat, not daring to look back.
"Yeah, don't come crawling back to our company either, you shotacon hag. I hope your kind goes extinct, lol," Ayase-san muttered.
Harsh... but not undeserved.
Mitsuki-san chuckled. "If they do, no more NTR plots, huh?"
Kaede-san approached them and bowed deeply. "Thank you both so much. Please, enjoy yourselves tonight—everything's on the house."
Whoa. Kaede-san? Giving out freebies? This is rare.
Ayase-san grinned. "In that case, can we borrow this cute young looking boy for tonight? Don't worry—we'll still pay for our drinks."
"Yes. It's our responsibility to clean up after our own employees. Well, ex-employee now," Mitsuki-san added.
Kaede-san turned to me. "Akane-kun! Take care of our VIP guests."
"Y-Yes, ma'am."
She left after, and I cleaned the mess of that woman earlier. After that...
"So, should we sit here, or change tables?" I asked.
The two women exchanged looks.
"Mi-chan, I don't want to sit in her seat."
"Agreed. Akane-kun, can we move somewhere else?"
I scanned the floor. "Ah... sorry. All the tables are full."
"Ehh? What now?" Ayase-san pouted.
"We could use the lounge. I think Kaede-san, the manager won't mind."
They nodded. We moved into a softly lit lounge, the walls adorned with velvet wallpaper and subtle jazz music playing through ceiling speakers. Plush sofas lined the room, and the air smelled faintly of citrus and flower.
"This isn't a VIP room for doing you-know-whay stuff, right?" Mitsuki-san-san asked, a little flustered.
"No no. This might be a private lounge but it's monitored by CCTV."
"Whew, okay."
"Normally this lounge costs extra, but tonight, it's on us. Consider it a thank-you for saving me and Kaede-san."
"If you say so. But how exactly did we 'save' you?" Mitsuki-san asked, raising an eyebrow.
We sat down, and I told them everything—how that woman tried to get me drunk, clung to me, made disgusting offers...
"Ugh, I'm sorry. I didn't think she'd go that far. Are you okay?" Mitsuki-san asked gently.
"Yeah. Thanks for worrying."
"Don't worry, Akane-chan! We'll make her pay!"
"Uhm... thanks."
Akane-chan?
"You really do look so young~ You're adorable. How old are you, Akane-chan?"
"Uhh, 22."
"Oooh, younger than us! Mi-chan and I are both 24."
Yeah, I'm actually 18. Oops.
As we chatted, I poured their drinks. The mood was relaxing. If only all customers were like this...
"You're pretty good at this. How long have you been working here?" Mitsuki-san asked.
"Just about a month."
"And earlier... was that the worst customer you've had?"
"Definitely."
"Then we're the best, right?" Ayase-san winked.
"Yes. And definitely the most beautiful guest I hosted."
They froze. Then blushed.
Uh-oh. Did I say something weird?
"Ara~ Someone's a smooth talker. How many ladies have you seduced with that line?"
"Akane-chan's a playboy! Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Eh? No, I don't."
"Mi-chan, he's single!"
"Well then, I guess we can flirt with him all we want~"
"W-Wait—"
Both of them grabbed my hands. Their warmth seeped into me, their floral perfume surrounding me as they leaned closer.
"Is this okay? Are we going too far?" Mitsuki-san whispered, her breath tickling my ear.
"Uh... can I ask something kinda rude?"
"Do you want to know our measurements Akane-chan?"
"No! I'm just curious... you both look really beautiful so I'm wondering if you both have a girlfriend..."
"Aww, worried about us?" Mitsuki-san giggled. "We're just busy, that's all. No time for love."
"It's our first time holding hands with a boy!," Ayase-san added, voice soft.
"Uhm... Ayase-san, maybe you should stop drinking—"
"Nope! You're mine tonight!" she said, hugging my arm tighter.
"Hey! Don't hog him, Ayashe!"
"You too, Mitsuki-san! Maybe ease off the wine..."
"Ara~ Are you worried about me? Don't be~ Onee-san still has control... mostly~"
Then she pulled me in, her head resting on my shoulder.
"No fair! Me too!" Ayase-san clung to my other side.
And here we are.
Present time.
The two of them passed out, snuggled against me like satisfied cats. Their breathing was soft. Peaceful.
This could be bad for Kaede-san. She can't let this two sleep here, she still needs to close the club.
I slowly shifted their heads off me and crept toward the door, tiptoeing like I was defusing a bomb.
But then—
A hand grabbed my jacket.
"We had fun, Akane-kun... It's been a while since we laughed like this," Mitsuki-san murmured, eyes half-closed. "Thanks for putting up with us. See you tomorrow."
"I... had fun too. Yeah. See you tomorrow."
See you tomorrow, huh?
Are they just drunk and being polite?
Or... are they really planning to come back?