"Baby girl, you're like, totally off-key," Haruka laughs from the couch, sprawled out. The way her legs spread... I mean, yeah, can you blame me for not focusing on the song? Her balls are practically hanging out of those gym shorts.
Right now, we're up in our private karaoke room's tiny stage, playing Idol Battle Royale X. I'm absolutely murdering some city pop song I barely know the words to, or, well, I was until Haru distracted me with her package just hanging out like that.
"Bitch, please," I strike a pose as the song ends. "I'm like a thousand points up on you."
"Only cause I let you win," Haruka rolls her eyes. "You know I could legit be an idol sensation if I tried."
"Only cause you'd suck every dick in your record label."
"Aaaand~?" Haruka winks. "Like you wouldn't do the same thing."
