I stood there, jaw dragging on the goddamn floor, eyeballs begging for mercy as the chaos swallowed us whole. Me and my sister, two poor motherfuckers stuck in boring-ass school uniforms, surrounded by a wild pack of gyaru girls and thirsty-ass dudes who looked like they were born to run this fucking circus.
"Bruh, what the actual fuck am I even witnessing?" my brain screamed, like we'd fallen into some twisted parallel universe where sanity took a permanent vacation.
The scene was a goddamn speed dating shitshow: drinks clinking, snacks spread out like a trap, and my sister's gyaru crew flaunting every inch of their wicked curves like they owned the damn place.
Gyaru Blonde was squeezing herself into a dress tighter than a noose, curves on full display like a walking goddamn ad. Gyaru Teal's shorts were so tiny I swear they were just underwear with holes cut in them, and Pink? That skintight top was flashing enough cleavage to cause a goddamn traffic accident. The guys? Drooling like thirsty wolves eyeing fresh meat. And honestly? Fuck yeah, I don't blame them.
The whole vibe was "let's get weird and see what happens." Flirting, drinking, playing dumb-ass games—you name it. These meetups were apparently the gyaru version of a wild Friday night, just a casual hookup zone, but how the hell did we get dragged into this mess looking like two lost math test victims?
I glanced sideways at Kitsune, hoping she'd somehow have a fucking answer.
"Sis… what the hell is this nightmare?" I hissed, already wishing for a hole to swallow me whole.
She blinked back like she'd just been yanked from an isekai coma, totally clueless how we landed in this savage madhouse. Turns out, her gyaru clique had drugged—I mean dragged—us here like we were fucking prizes at a freak show.
For a hot minute, it wasn't a total disaster. We fumbled through introductions, awkward small talk, and even a few cringe karaoke duets. Manageable? Barely.
Then came the fucking storm—The King's Game.
No clue what the hell that meant, but apparently, the king picks pairs and bam—you're stuck in some twisted coupling bullshit. Kitsune and I had zero clue what to expect.
The gyaru girls went first—Blonde, Teal, Pink—all matched with random dudes, doing their thing like pros. No big deal.
Then it was my turn.
And boom. My ass got paired with my own goddamn sister.
WHAT. THE. FUCKING. SHIT.
We stared at each other, pure horror smeared all over our faces like we'd both been hit by a nuclear blast.
Meanwhile, Gyaru Blonde was already neck-deep in her match, Teal was all hands-on-deck, and Pink? Laughing and flirting like this was a goddamn weekday hobby.
And here we were. Trapped in the hottest dumpster fire of my fucking life.
What happens next? No clue, but shit's about to go balls-to-the-wall insane.
Stay ready, because this fucking rollercoaster isn't stopping anytime soon.