A full-time girlfriend-for-hire job suddenly turns into a reverse harem.
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International basketball prodigy and full-time girlfriend-for-hire Ymari Seinaru's life was going characteristically well until a series of unexpected encounters makes he...
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warning: dirty hormonal teenage thoughts from the male pov
the new arc begins inside a well-known restaurant in tokyo, this dates back to the 10th of october, 2011— last year. it was thirty-four minutes past seven when the bell atop the entrance of the resto rung, signaling the arrival of a new customer.
a black fitted dress covered the girl's athletic, curvy body, highlighting all her assets from top to bottom. black stilettos adorned her feet, making her seven inches taller than her normal height, which was currently 5'7.
blood red lips were formed into a straight line, eyes as blue as the ocean deep, and as green as the otherworldly fields of helsinki, finland, and a sharp look on her face burst into the scene, captivating the gazes of onlookers.
she took long strides towards the host who was waiting a few meters away from the door, and stopped directly in front of him.
she spoke words to the host that were deaf to far away ears, especially to the curly dark haired male at the back of the restaurant whose glare was fixated on the waiter stood across from him.
"what do you mean, the alcohol here only has 99.8% guaranteed germ protection?" his dark eyes bore into the waiter's, ultimately scaring the latter off his wits.
"sir—"
"and the napkins— why are there prints on it? is this a fastfood retail? don't you know that the ink used to print this restaurant logo is a health-hazard?" he continued.
the waiter was shaking at this point as he started to sweat profusely. "sir i'm just a waiter—"
"then let me speak to your manager." he cut the waiter off.
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"then let me speak to your manager." the girl in the black dress overheard a sharp jab directed towards the waiter who was speaking to a customer at the back of the restaurant as she walked towards her designated seat.
"what is going on?" her brows furrowed as she asked the host who was leading her to her table.
the male host glanced at where she was looking at and saw the scene between the waiter and the customer. he sweatdropped lightly as he overheard some pretty nasty things that stuck-up customers often said to their staff. this wasn't new— however, the waiter was a new employee, therefore he must have been taking this badly, judging by the way he was sweating profusely.
"it seems that the new employee is taking a blow from a.. very particular customer." he observed. he the cleared his throat as he turned to look at the girl, "however please ignore that, miss—"
