The Madwomen's Catfight
Only one week remained until the A-class Gate subjugation that the Hunter Management Bureau had forcibly commissioned. We had to get these two working in perfect sync within that short window, yet the reality staring me in the face was utterly hopeless.
“Manager, let’s just call it a day. It’s not like we gained nothing, right?”
“What exactly do you think we gained…?”
“We learned that you and Madness will never get along, even if it kills us!”
“I’ll second that statement.”
Leaving behind the shattered fragments of the monster models we’d smashed to pieces, both Calathea and Audrey whipped their heads around to stare at me at the same time. As expected, every single attempt to make them coordinate had ended in total failure. I wasn’t even asking for the flawless synergy they somehow achieved only in moments like this—if just one of them would yield even a little, things would improve dramatically.
“…Hey, Madness. Don’t you think it’s a bit much for you to be agreeing with that? Do you have any idea how many times I had to dodge those pathetic bullets you sprayed everywhere? Hmm?”
“Calathea, weren’t you the one deliberately stepping into my line of fire as if begging me to shoot you? It seems you have no awareness of how many times I had to stop myself.”
Yet neither Calathea nor Audrey seemed to understand why they should have to accommodate the other at all. Far from cooperating, they were too busy baring their fangs and antagonizing each other. The future looked impossibly bleak.
“Ahaha♪ Your hands are worse than a B-class hunter’s, but when it comes to running your mouth, you’re straight-up SS-class, aren’t you? Hey, why don’t you just quit being a hunter and find a job that actually suits your talents? Hmm?”
“I have no desire to hear that from an SS-class wild boar whose movements lack even the slightest trace of aesthetics. In fact, I believe you would look far more beautiful playing with your animal friends in the forest than working as a hunter.”
“…You done?”
“If you wish to hear more, I’ll gladly oblige.”
“That’s enough. Both of you.”
Thankfully, they actually listened when I told them to stop. Calathea and Audrey ceased their bickering and turned their heads away from each other with audible huffs.
“I’m not asking you to become best friends. Just… stop fighting like this, okay?”
“Only if she stops provoking me first.”
“Same here.”
Shaking my head at the two women who showed zero promise of reconciliation, I checked the time. We still had about thirty minutes left of the training center we’d booked exclusively for the prisoner corps.
“Haah… Nothing’s going right, is it?”
There was no point in continuing like this. It might be better to head back early and rework the training curriculum somehow. But then again, what good would it do if I was the only one thinking about it…?
While I was lost in that small dilemma—
“Manager. Is today’s training over?”
“Yeah, it looks like it…”
“Then, since you worked hard training us today… please hold me.”
Audrey, who had been bristling and bickering with Calathea just moments ago, now wore an expression drenched in anticipation. She approached with light, elegant steps, wrapped both arms tightly around my back, buried her face against my collarbone, and pressed her entire slender body against me. Her cool body temperature seeped through my clothes.
“Mmm… ngh…”
She wasn’t some child begging for praise by clinging like this. Setting aside how she would reach for her pistol at the slightest provocation or how she stressed me out by fighting with Calathea, this side of her was honestly a little cute. I couldn’t help but smile as I naturally rested my hand on top of Audrey’s head.
“Good girl, Audrey. You’re such a good, pretty girl.”
“More… please stroke me more…”
Her slender arms squeezed my torso even tighter as her voice came out in a soft, almost sobbing murmur. How nice it would be if she stayed this gentle and obedient. If she wouldn’t fight with Calathea or pull out her gun in front of people.
“Good girl, good girl…”
That said, the way Audrey looked right now—with her head being stroked—she seemed like there was nothing in her mind except the thought of being held by me. Watching her like this, almost blindly devoted, made something in my chest feel strangely ticklish…
“Aaaah, it’s so hooot—!”
Just as I was gazing down at Audrey, lost in thought, a loud voice suddenly rang out as if demanding my attention. The moment I instinctively lifted my head—
“………!!”
My entire field of vision was filled with black and bare skin.
“It’s way too hot… I keep sweating♡”
Even though it was just the three of us, Calathea stood right in the middle of the wide-open training ground and shamelessly lifted her crop top, flapping it vigorously. She kept throwing quick glances my way, her intentions painfully obvious… but my eyes were helplessly, unavoidably drawn to her exposed skin.
Her waist, tight and toned without an ounce of fat. Her smooth, firm abs. And above them, the enormous breasts I had once grabbed with both hands in a frenzy were putting on a display that made it impossible to look away. Two lush, snow-white peaks were tightly packed into a sporty black bra, with soft, creamy flesh spilling slightly over the cups. Beads of sweat glistened on that smooth skin, sparkling wetly under the lights…
“Hehe, hehehe♫ This feels a bit cooler now♡”
Every time Calathea vigorously flapped her crop top to cool off her upper body, the soft flesh spilling out above her bra jiggled rhythmically like water droplets, and the glistening beads of sweat rolled down the slopes of her breasts… sliding sensually into the deep, deep valley between them.
It was just an ordinary attempt to cool down from sweating, yet my gaze refused to leave the sight for even a second.
“Manager…?”
The moment my hand stopped stroking her hair, Audrey looked up from my embrace with a suspicious expression. She followed my frozen gaze, turning her head behind her, and then—
“……….”
Her face turned as cold as ice as she stared up at me. The arms wrapped around my back tightened with a squeeze. Biting down hard on her lower lip as if she had come to some decision, Audrey pressed her body even more firmly against mine.
“W-wait, Audrey…?”
She began slowly, deliberately rubbing her alluring body up and down against me.
“…Hurry. Stroke my hair. Keep calling my name. Do it now.”
With our bodies already pressed together without the slightest gap, her movements made the sensation of her against my upper body even more explicit. The soft, perfectly sized breasts that filled my hands just right were squishing and shifting between our bodies. Her slender waist that seemed like it could be encircled with just one arm. The smooth cheek and lips brushing against my neck…
I wanted to pull away, but I was trapped in her embrace as if frozen in solid ice.
“A-Audrey, stop… just wait a second…!”
“This is what you like, isn’t it, Manager? Right? So I’ll match you…”
Audrey was grinding herself against me with desperate intensity. Why was she suddenly acting like this? No, more importantly, how the hell was I supposed to handle this situation—
“…Manager.”
While I was still flustered in Audrey’s embrace, Calathea had already stepped right up beside me. She grabbed my face with both hands.
“You know I have to kiss you after training, right? So kiss me.”
Behind her usual smile was unhidden fury.
“Huh? Wait, right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
Even while clearly seeing Audrey claiming me, Calathea slowly pulled my confused face toward hers, attempting a kiss. It was immediately thwarted as Audrey grabbed Calathea’s wrist.
“…What do you think you’re doing?”
“The manager is currently holding me.”
The two women glared at each other with expressions far more murderous than before.
“He’s not holding you. You’re the one clinging to him one-sidedly.”
“Aren’t you the one trying to do something one-sided, Calathea?”
“Ahaha, our little Madness has quite the talent for making people laugh, doesn’t she?”
“…What exactly is so funny?”
Calathea flashed Audrey a mocking, contempt-filled smile.
“Our manager… he absolutely, absolutely loves kissing me. When I slip my tongue in and swirl it around, he pushes his own tongue into my mouth and gently plays with mine. Or we tangle our tongues between our lips and mix them together until they’re soaked…”
“……….”
“And you know what else?”
With a mischievous curl of her lip, Calathea suddenly grabbed her own massive breasts.
“Last time while we were kissing, he even kneaded my tits like dough.”
“That’s— mmph!”
“The manager’s hands aren’t just big—they’re powerful. He grabbed my breasts with those strong hands, squeezing and roughly massaging them in the lewdest way possible…♡”
“Calathea, it seems that’s all you’re capable of understanding. Which is precisely why you lack any sense of aesthetics.”
“……What?”
As if the angrier she became, the calmer she grew, Audrey maintained an eerily blank expression, the corners of her lips barely lifted. She rubbed her face against my neck right in front of Calathea, as if showing off.
“I’ll show you a side of the manager that you don’t know.”