Utsuro woke up one Sunday morning.
Utsuro: 24th of May... today I'm supposed to be going over to Akane's house.
The week before, this emotionless little carrot salad had promised the horny maid that he would be coming over on the 24th of May. He hadn't been visiting much as of late because he had been busy torturing Yamato Kisaragi in his basement.
Utsuro: I best get ready then. I don't want to keep her waiting.
He got himself dressed and ate breakfast then left the house.
Utsuro: wait, how the hell am I gonna get there? She lives several miles away.
Then all of a sudden, a black van pulled up. The man inside rolled down the dark window, revealing himself to be none other than Hajime Makunouchi.
Hajime: Uber.
Utsuro: huh.
Hajime: I had a feeling that you might need a ride, so I decided to come over.
Utsuro: oh, how convenient. It just so happens I was planning to visit Taira right now.
Hajime: Aight.
Hajime drove down the streets. Utsuro could hear muffled screaming.
Utsuro: Makunouchi... may I ask?
Hajime: No.
He dropped him off right at Akane's doorstep.
Akane flung the door open.
Akane: DADDY!!!!
She tackled Utsuro and hugged him tight, kissing him all over.
Utsuro: um, hi Akane.
It was clear.
She was horny.
Akane: Come inside!!
The horny woman grabbed Utsuro by tue hand and dragged him inside.
Akane: Look! Daddy! I stitched your face into my panties!!!
Utsuro: you did wha-
Akane lifted her dress to reveal that, yes. She did stitch Utsuro's face into her panties.
Akane: Are you proud? Are you proud of me?!?
Utsuro: uh, sure. I'm proud of you.
Sir Ginger McEmotionless pat Akane on the head. Her cinnamon brown eyes lit up.
Akane: YAY!!!
She did a little dance. Utsuro's usually blank expression formed an itty bitty smile. Akane's happiness was one of the very few things left in the world that could bring him joy.
Akane: Daddy, can I ask a favour from you?
Utsuro: huh.
Akane: Can you kiss me? Like, here.
She pointed to her cheek. Utsuro didn't know how to react, not that he usually does so anyways. He had never kissed anybody in his life before.
Utsuro: um, sure.
He leaned over towards the maid's cheek to give her a long, soothing smooch. Akane closed her eyes, her face turning bright red. It didn't take long for Utsuro to realise he was blushing too.
