Well, this has been somewhat mindful, but I know things can not get any worse than this.
"Oh~ Fancy meeting all of you here."
Fuck me. Just bend me over and fuck my ass.
The young man's body slumped down on his seat once she heard that familiar voice. He had been mulling over how to handle her every second after Haru Urara lost her race, and he hadn't figured out any foolproof plan, so meeting her now is a death sentence.
"Here comes the Queen to get her pet."
"Oh my, Sirius. I'm not that insecure to not let my pet have their own freedom."
The urge to run has never been higher inside the young man right now. But he knows better that he will never win in a running race against any of these umamusumes. Mejiro Ramonu, Orfevre, Gentildonna, and Sirius Symboli. He might as well spread his ass for them from how fucked he is right now.
A waiter brings a chair and inserts it into the group's table. It may be a chair, but the young man saw it more as a throne as the Queen sat on it.
"I wasn't expecting to meet all of you here. Lucky me."
Lies.
Everyone who knows Ramonu can tell that she is extremely happy right now. The usual ice queen has melted into a blooming princess.
If I were to guess, she must be here by following a tracking device she planted on the puppy—
–And she must be expecting to be alone with him. Whatever is making her happy, it can outdo the sadness of seeing us here—
–And she hates our guts more than anything. Is Igo Heita that much of a treasure for her?
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm so fucking dead. Dead! Dead!! Dead man be me!! Fuck!! I'm so getting pegged!!
"Your food, my lady."
"Thank you, handsome."
The waiter brings Ramonu her food, and she casually thanks him. The normally professional waiter was taken aback when the otherworldly beauty talked to her in such a happy tone. That's just how infectious her happiness was.
"This is really delicious~~ You should try some, trainer Igo."
"Ah!! Ye–Yeah… Ahahahaha…"
Seeing Ramonu like this strikes fear into the young man. Never has he seen Mejiro Ramonu like this. Her charm comes from her cold demeanor on anything but running, so this is as alien as Goldship is.
"So, what did the puppy do to make you this happy, Queen?"
"Ufufufu~~ Was it too obvious? Oh my~~ How shameful of me."
"I… I… I… Ahahaha… I don't think I did anything special lately."
"Ah!! Is that so? I must have mistaken it for something else. Apologies. By the way, how is your girlfriend doing, trainer Igo?"
"Kuhk!!"
So that's what this is all about, huh? And you dare say that you give him some freedom, Ramonu.
"Why are you interested in his love life, Ramonu? He is not your trainer, is he not?"
"No~~ No~~ I was simply trying to strike a conversation with trainer Igo, Orfevre. Perhaps you want to ask him about his girlfriend, too, Orfevre?"
"I have no reason to. He is not my trainer. If he were, then he would not be having anything other than me in his life."
"You sound like a Yandere, Tyrant."
"Of course, someone like you would not understand commitment to a relationship, barbarian. How many trainers have you gone through now?"
"I have told them what I expect of the contract and what the basis of termination is. It is their fault for simply failing to fulfill said contract. If you were to become my trainer, you won't fail, right, trainer Igo Heita?"
"Ah… Uhh… Ye–Yeah… Ah!! I'm going to pay for my own food, okay? I'll be right back."
Ah… The puppy is scared.
Everyone knows that in any high-end restaurant, payment comes to you rather than you coming to it. You can simply raise your hand, and a waiter will come with your bill. The young man had the full intention of bailing once he paid his bills.
"Excuse me, but can you give me my own bills?"
"Ah! Yes, Mister. Please wait a second."
"Put all the bills from table one on this."
The young man freezes in place when a black card slides on the edge of his periphery. He becomes solid ice once he feels a hand on his back.
"You're not going anywhere, puppy."
The tomboy young lady then bent the young man over the cashier's table.
"Here is your shut-up money, lady. Now go away."
The tomboy casually throws money at the lady behind the desk as she pins the young man in front of her. The tomboy snuck her face near his ear, and whispered to him.
"You're not leaving until I squeeze out every bit of entertainment out of you."
She placed her other hand on his back with her fingers pointed toward his ass. The tomboy playfully nibbles on his ear as she slides her hand down his body. The young man's modified body reacts extremely well to Sirius's dominating touch, and the tomboy enjoys his reaction–each grunt, moan, shiver, and squeal. Sirius's ears flap happily as her lips pinch the young man's ear.
"Give me more of that, puppy."
"Mmhhaa~~"
Like a cat, the young man pushes his ass up when Sirius gently rubs his tailbone area. The Tomboy can't deny her arousal and the pleasure she derived from dominating her new puppy. Her tongue slithers out of its cave and grazes the young man's ear, and that makes him squeal.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Sirius."
"I very much am. You have very good eyes for a puppy. You have something you want to accomplish, right? I'll help you educate this naughty boy."
"My limo can only fit so many people, so unless you and Orfevre tell your cronies to go away, then I am afraid that there won't be enough space."
"Don't worry. This puppy is worth thousands of other puppies."