Nikita Ong's POV
What the fuck is a boy love cafe ??? When did this novel of mine steer way out into the weird territory ? What did I just volunteer myself for ? And will someone tell me what happens in a Boy Love Cafe ?
"Um... I don't think I will participate in this Boy Love Cafe of yours Emily.", I said firmly (Nikita Ong).
"But you promised. A man has to keep his word. If you did not keep your word all the time, we wouldn't have known that your were kidnapped the moment you did not show up at our cosplay meet up.", Emily Button said in a whiny voice.
"I also think that Nikita should not participate in this Boy Love Cafe.", Colin Potter said seriously with a dark look on his face like someone did something wrong to him.
"Are you really sure Colin ? If you participate with Nikita, you will get to role play boy love scenes together with Nikita in the cafe.", Emily Button said with a smirk.
"Oh ! Um... Nikita that doesn't sound too bad does it ? After all you promised. And we can think of this as a new experience to expand our horizons.", Colin Potter said enthusiastically.
"You... what..l", I was speechless (Nikita Ong).
After much persuasion I finally agreed to be Emily's boy love cafe with the promise that everything will be role play and that there will be no real kissing or groping on my poor pitiful body or person. Added to that Emily hinted at other benefits of opening a Boy Love Cafe.
"Are you sure Emily ?", I asked seriously (Nikita Ong).
"Yes, there will be a lot of rotten girls or fujoshi attending this event. You will get to serve them as their personal student. And I hear most rotten girls are quite beautiful.", Emily Button said enthusiastically. (Note : rotten girls or fujoshi is a perojative Japanese terms for female fans of manga, anime and novels that feature relationships between men).
"Huh ! What's so great about rotten girls...", Colin Potter said in a black tone.
"Ah ! You are right Colin, we should always keep our promises. I will be in your boy love cafe Emily. Remember you promised me there will be no real kissing or groping. It will all be pretend. Right Emily ?!", I asked tensely (Nikita Ong) while showing a cute face (I tried looking stern, this face does nothing except cute and super cute).
"Humph ! Yes ! Yes ! Trust in me...", Emily Button said as she tried to stifle a laugh.
"Can I ask exactly what happens in a Boy Love Cafe ?", I asked curiously (Nikita Ong).
"Well in a Boy Love Cafe we serve guests both male and female with food. In addition we do Boy Love role play scenes. For instance for our boy love cafe I would suggest the student lover leaving soon role play scene. And the student lovers sharing a pocky Japanese chocolate stick together scene.", Emily Button said while trying to maintain a straight face, however you can see she is smirking and laughing internally.
".......", I said while trying to give a deadpan look however my face now looks super cute, this face can never show any other emotion other than cute or super cute (Nikita Ong).
Murmurs of, "So cute", could be heard around us.
"That sounds wonderful Emily. I will be sure to give my most realistic portrayal with Nikita.", Colin Potter said happily as he smiled.
"Uh... we don't have to be that realistic do we Colin...", I said with a gloomy tone (Nikita Ong).
"Well you guys can go and have breakfast and do what you want. I have your measurements for your boy love cafe costumes. Don't look at me like that, they are Japanese student costumes and since we do cosplay together I have your sizes. I will handle the rest.", Emily Button said with a smirk.
We ate breakfast together (Colin and me, Nikita) and we left the canteen early to enjoy our holiday in Perth mega city. We would look forward to Emily's arrangement, costume and role play script for the boy love cafe.
Meanwhile Emily Button had announced to everyone in St Columbia College that Nikita and Colin were participating in the Boy Love Cafe. Emily has personally asked a friend in Japan to ship a large box of Pocky Japanese chocolate stick to her in Perth, Australia a few months earlier. The pocky Japanese chocolate sticks had arrived a few days ago. Emily even prepared costumes for the participating men in the boy love cafe. They were all Japanese student costumes. However Emily's ultimate sexy student costume would belong to Nikita. Emily Button was a hardcore rotten girl. And her current target was Nikita Ong.
Mark and a group of guys approached Emily Button.
"Hey Emily. You don't know me but my name is Mark. Me and my friends want to join your boy love cafe. You said that Nikita will be participating in the Boy Love Cafe right ?", Mark said firmly.
"Yes, Nikita will be there. Mark you appear quite handsome. A bit too old to be a student but still handsome. Okay I will accept you but the rest of your friends I have to reject. Mark you will be one of the student waiters.", Emily Button said nonchalantly while waving her hand like a queen.
"Emily, here I have something for you. Think of it as part of my contribution to charity.", Mark said as he passed a bundle of Australian dollars in a brown envelope to Emily.
"And what do I have to do to get this for charity ?", Emily Button asked seriously. Of course Emily Button intends to keep this cash for herself. In fact everything Emily Button provided will be deducted off the money made from the Boy Love Cafe. Other than being a rotten girl, Emily Button was also a money grubbing capitalist.
"You have to make be one of Nikita's partner in the role play scene in the boy love cafe.", Mark said pleadingly.
"Hmm... okay.", Emily Button said with a smirk.
"Thank you.", Mark said as he left with his group of guy friends.
"He. He. He. This will be an interesting Boy Love Cafe.", Emily Button whispered to herself as she smiled.
Surprise will abound when the boy love cafe starts tomorrow in St Columbia College, Perth, Australia.
(Note : sorry for the short chapter, next chapter Victim of the Boy Love Cafe Part 2)
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