i couldn't believe it. Nemuri had made a move.
Her anger surged, and she started blabbering—talking about how disgraceful she was, how much of a slut she was, and how she should be ashad of touching him.
But Nemuri was smiling at i's reaction because she knew she had won.
Nemuri then moaned and licked her lips. "Ahh~ It was big… and ahh~ h-he played with my body and treated like his toy...Ahh~."
She teased her, watching every reaction carefully.
i just stared at her, then smiled and said, "Nemuri, you wish for this." She inhaled heavily, her cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk's.
Nemuri raised an eyebrow. She stood up and walked toward her, then lightly chopped her on the head. "Hey, i. You're in my office. What would happen if you lted this place?"
i was about to release her Lava Release, and Nemuri knew it, so she stopped her.
"Shut up, bitch! That was supposed to be . I should be the one taking his first."
Nemuri crossed her arms and scoffed. "Like I would allow it."
Then they started their catfight again.
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The man they were fighting over didn't know what was happening. He was checking his phone after posting the new cover song he did for Teenage Monalisa.
He had forgotten to check it.
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After doing so experints with his clone, he rembered the video and opened his phone to see if anything had happened.
He first checked his YouTube page. The views of him singing were already at 3 million. He stared at the number and muttered, "3M views… how much money is that?"
He started thinking about the exchange rate. He needed the money to pay Nemuri back.
He then read the comnts, which were automatically being translated by the system intercepting his vision.
He saw many comnts saying it was good. So said they didn't like it.
Chaos_order8 comnted that it was boring and that he didn't like how the it went.
Shut_up38 comnted that it was a ss.
Like_iker01 comnted that it was too blunt.
Void_walker_3303 wrote many words as if soone had asked for his opinion.
There were many more comnts he didn't care about. He just scrolled past them. He didn't need to impress everyone. After all, there were many fish in the sea—why be bothered by seaweed?
He whispered, "It is truly a marvel of evolutionary stagnation to witness a human being mimic the social intelligence of a gasping lungfish. You seem to possess a vestigial ego that compels you to flap aimlessly on the shores of a conversation you weren't invited to, convinced that your rhythmic gasping for attention constitutes a aningful contribution. It would be an act of profound intellectual charity if you could simply subrge yourself back into the depths of your own insignificance and leave the dry-land discourse to those of us with a functioning prefrontal cortex."
Then he sipped from his cup of coffee.
After that, he moved to his Hero-Net.
He pressed his profile, and on his feed he saw that the new video he had posted had easily reached 5 million views. Once again, he tried to calculate the inco from it.
He scrolled to the comnts section.
At the very top, he noticed a heart comnt that had received many likes from viewers. Before, he wouldn't even read comnts or check his page after posting—but now that he needed money, of course he had to pay attention.
The comnt was just a red heart, but it had received many replies and 4 million likes.
He saw that the icon of the comnter was a pair of headphones.
He pressed the profile of the headphone icon. After he did, he was brought to a page nad UTA. He read the na—it was definitely Uta, the singer.
He raised an eyebrow.
Uta's page looked normal: headphones as the profile picture and a wide stage with lots of lights as the background. Below her na, it said "Official Page," along with contact information for her agency.
He scrolled down.
And he saw it.
It was really Uta—many pictures and videos of her concerts, projects, and songs. The latest post on her feed said, "Rest for a while."
It had gained 1.8 billion likes in one day.
He stared at it. "Wow… really famous."
He stared at the picture of Uta—red and white hair—then touched his own hair and asked himself,
"Can I dye my hair?"
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