71. Won't make you cum on the cheap....?
"Enough chit-chat—get back to work. I'll dispose of the truly confidential docs so they don't leak. Tyranno, you just grab a few and carry them around with you all day."
The loser cat starts pulling files one by one from the shelf. Inside the faded yellow binders—once bright, now dulled with age—are stacks of ancient papers. Every time a binder comes out, clumps of old dust tumble to the floor. Eugh, gross. Who the hell manages this place? How does it get this filthy without a single cleaning? Call out the manager. Looks like this Tyranno-sama needs to lay down the law.
I'd strut around in white gloves, saying, "Can't even dust properly, you loser♥ rag-wipe loser♥ your filthy face is plenty dirty already♥"
"Hmm... this one's gotta go... this can sit... this one's iffy, but what're the odds...?"
While the loser cat wrestles with the classified stuff, I should snag a few myself.
"Let's see. Which lucky file gets to hang with Tyranno-sama all day?"
Hmm, this one's too dirty... this one's a total mess... this one just looks like a total loner vibe, hate it... 'Bird Drinking Water'—what's a fantasy novel doing here? I glare through the classified files, but not a single one catches my eye. All losers. No choice, then. Time to use that.
"Loser Cola, yummy yummy, ding dong dang dong, ask the loser Doctor, ding dong dang!"
My finger stops on one file. "Chae Sua Top-Secret Info File"—huh, something like this existed?
The moment "Chae Sua" slips from my lips, I instinctively glance at Lion. I sneak a peek at the loser cat's face... our eyes meet for a split second? Nah, imagination. Check again—her eyes are fixed straight ahead, diligently sorting papers. Phew. Guess I said it too quiet, or she's too buried in loser work. She didn't notice.
The loser cat's way too sensitive about Chae Sua's name. If she'd heard, she'd grill me hard: Why bring her up? Who're you thinking about? Then whip out her grape-flavored pussy to torment my dick... eek!
"Dodged a bullet there."
"What'd you say?"
"N-nothing! Nothing at all. H-hey, loser cat, keep doing what you're doing. Even if Tyranno-sama's this gorgeous, eavesdropping's naughty♥"
She startled me... thought she'd caught me when she spoke up outta nowhere. Still, never thought I'd see those three letters again here. She went nuts outta the blue, drooling dick juice nonstop, vowing to turn me into a perpetually leaking loser dick, saying I'd be helpless once her pussy swallows me up, that training me into a body that can't live without her pussy would make me truly love her. Like some puberty girl seeing porn for the first time, spouting brainless loser crap straight from a dick-juice-filled skull as she pounced.
Of course, Tyranno-sama's third-rate dick wouldn't lose to some first-rate pussy, so I endured her training and escaped unscathed. Feels like yesterday... wait, it was yesterday. And to think she actually believed that crap. Total creepy, perverted loser. Last time I teased her before bolting, she was bawling her eyes out... but that sticks in my mind? Pfft, who cares if a loser sobs? Lock her up and stuff her with beans till she gets it. Force-feed her those tasteless beans, and she'll know what she did wrong.
"No doubt her brain's fried from too much hentai. Wakes up on a holiday morning, grabs her phone, lies in bed all day scrolling smut, jerks off when she gets horny, hits sage mode, then back to smut—never meets anyone, does nothing productive, just rots her brain into loserdom."
You know, those morning shows for uncles say it: stare at smut, and your brain sprouts feelers or whatever, goes kaput. To break that chain of pitiful dick-juice addicts, ban all hentai. Yeah! Next Earth invasion plan: storm the Men's Family Ministry and outlaw all smut. Mosaic dicks and pussies? Banned! Tits? Banned! Legs? Banned! Ass is the lewdest—total ban! Anything dick- or pussy-like: banned! Mushrooms, abalone, sausages—all banned! Guys and girls in the same bed? Banned! Holding hands? Banned! Talking? Banned! Like some total loner high schooler who never even chatted up a crush—ban every comic where guys and girls mix!
That's why pervy losers like Chae Sua spawn! For the sake of pure, healthy youth, all smut comics banned from now on. No guys or girls—not even hands, arms, faces. Vodka? Robocop? Wrap 'em head to toe in that helmet junk, no skin exposed, then they can appear. Only allowed smut: BL and TS dark matter. That's it.
Enough random thoughts. I grab Chae Sua's classified file and tuck it under my arm. Don't like her, but it's out now—too lazy to shove it back, and picking another means more dust. Hate dusting.
"...Did I even dust this thing?"
My arm and side are caked in black grime. Nope. Damn it... I slap it off roughly, but the stains won't budge. This loser dust knows Tyranno-sama's beauty all too well.
"All picked?"
The loser cat holds a thick stack and asks. Even after yanking all those ancient relics, the shelf looks full. She must've refilled with fresh loser files.
"Tyranno-sama picked ages ago. You fill up with all loser files, loser cat?"
"Done way before you. Pulled the important ones, stuffed it with junk."
Curious what she snagged, I peek at her bundle. Let's see... 'Succubus Human Enslavement Plan', 'Monmusu Human Enslavement Plan', 'Gender-Reversed World Creation', and such. Succubi and monmusu enslavement plans sound terrifying. Pure evil: pampered 24/7 by mature succubi and monmusu, endless tasty kisses, just shake your hips and squirt dick juice—no hardship, no agony. Whole humanity enslaved? Blissful doom. But gender-reversal? Do guys enlist there?
"Good. Done? Let's bail. Hate this dust pile."
"You know who manages this dust pile, right?"
"Dunno. Some dumb loser. Tyranno-sama doesn't handle filthy junk♥"
"You seriously need punishment."
Suddenly, the loser cat snatches my wrist and drags me off!
"Hey, loser! Where to? Let go!"
She hauls me to a dim corner of the library, boxed in by shelves and walls. Some idiot designed it wrong—deep nook between pillar and wall fits two people snug. If you're pressed tight, invisible from outside. She shoves me deep inside, blocks the exit with her body.
Trapped in a narrow, sealed space by walls and Lion. "What the—loser! Why drag me h—"
Thud! I try to speak, but her arm slams the wall by my head, shutting me up. That intensity... her face is terrifying...
"De...!" Eek! Why's the loser cat glaring so scary all of a sudden...?
Her sharp yellow eyes stare down from above, hand planted on the wall. Library walls cage my body. And pressed against me—soft, hot Lion. Skin-hating Lion always wears skimpy outfits in Darknis or on Earth, same now. Through thin fabric, her smooth skin presses clear: etched abs, firm muscle, hot blood pulsing in veins below.
Sealed by Lion, maybe that's why—a nice scent fills me. Mixed in... something fishy, sticky. Unforgettable smell. Her slit pupils burn hot. Lips curve in a grin. Playful mischief, like a cat toying with an injured bird—a beast savoring prey.
"Why'd I bring you?"
"N-no idea..."
I imagine what the loser cat'll do. Grope my dick like a perv... grab the shaft, shake it... tease the sensitive head... C-can I cum this time? Felt good when she licked before, but she stopped right at the edge, leaving my poor baby-Tyranno seed wriggling trapped in the ballsack. Maybe this time...!
Don't love squirting in the loser cat's hand, but if my dick gets to bliss out and squirt...
"What? Already hard like this? Total dog-perv."
Her hand slips into my pants. Slender artisan fingers stroke the dick trapped tight inside. Shlick, shlick—each pass up the shaft sends chills up my spine.
"N-not a dog-perv! T-Tyranno's no perv!"
My dick hardened the instant her hand led it here, bulging obviously through my pants. It twitches with every finger move, begging to squirt baby seed... but I'm no perv!
"Hmph, real dog-perv's you, loser cat? Tyranno-sama'll let you... t-touch it once, so... make it squirt however♥"
"Oh? Permission granted?"
F-finally, gonna cum...?
"Y-yeah! Yeah! P-permission, so... do whatever...!"
"Hmmm... Nah, don't feel like it."