Short, strong, funny and handsome. That was the ideal man for Mori Calliope, or at least it was the official response on that drunk stream she did with her kouhai and Gura.

Soft girl, short, with a nice sense of humor and that likes cats. That was the thing Mori confessed after a few shots of tequila and maybe kissing some of her friends. Mori didnt consider herself a "butch", despite her boyish edges and general demeanor. The public ate the butch angle though, and she was happy to let them write and draw whatever the hell they wanted.

Wonder how those people would react at her moans. The moans her Manager is extracting from her

Mane-san was one of those hardcore adults. Glasses, long hair and blunt bangs, always wearing a shirt and a skirt and having those slight bags under her eyes that tells you she's hard at work. Rather than smelling like a floral perfume, she smells like ink,sweat and coffee

"Mori-san? Im Mane-san. Lets work hard together!"
"Nice to meet you. If you need to smack me around, dont be afraid aight?"

A hand slips below a pair of jeans, another hand desperately tries to undo buttons without ripping them off with barely contained lust as they both roll in the sofa. Lipstick wearing lips clash against clean lips.

After the "Mel incident" all managers were required to be the same sex as the talents. A simple solution, but an effective one since not every talent was a carpet muncher and not every manager liked fish for dinner. There were some edge cases where the talent was having the hots, or the manager kinda wanted some action, but there was a very big "NO DATING" clause in every contract.

She bitched about that to Manesan. She had that older sister vibe, being slightly taller and older than her, so it felt good to open up. She told her that she felt like the clause was bullshit. Manesan complained too, but mostly about Mori being a walking yab machine.

She then did one or two intentional yabs, just because.

It got her scolded

She did one more, because getting scolded was kinda fun. Manesan called her a brat.
Then the trip to Shinjiku happened. They shared a room, they drank, bickered and completed the recording.

Manesan celebrated by putting a bottom in her place. Mori liked that place quite a lot.

Mori's bra hits the floor, and then Manesan's. B cup, at best, versus the F cups of the reaper. Shirt and T-shirt stay on, because its hotter that way.

The idea of being canned is scary for both parties. More so for Manesan, who is the one most likely to be fired, but lust triumphs over fear easily.
Both snakes bite into the forbidden fruit with gusto, fully aware this thing cannot continue. Fans would kill Mori's career if they knew she was her manager's little bitch and Manesan could never find a job if she was fired for fucking her talent into a shivering mess.

Mori's jean shorts land on the floor and Manesan undoes the button of her skirt with hurry before tossing it somewhere near. There's the sex fog clouding both brains yeah, but they only have an hour before Manesan is expected to attend a meeting.

To be fair, Mori didnt had to come to the office today. She was free. She just happened to show up, with her jean shorts, high tighs and bone shirt. It was her manager's favourite yes, but she was the adult. It was HER duty to control herself.

Mori's duty was to act like a brat and to get punished. She played her part well, since she came across Azki and Moona. Both gave her a look that said "hang in there".

Mori had wanted to tell them "its okay! she's not gonna yell at me! she's just gonna fuck me into near unconsciousness!" but she was dragged a bit too fast. oh well.

Her lips let out another moan as her collarbone gets marked. Manechan cant show up with a hickey to her meeting, but she sure doesnt care about marking her property. Maybe later Mori will figure out how the fuck is she gonna conceal all of this for her stream in a day.

Ah who cares. She'll figure it out.

Clack

The door swings open, and both Mori and Manesan freeze as they are caught in the light of the hallway. Maybe, just maybe, if the intruder doesnt notice their hard nipples under their tops and they dont come in closer to see their naked bottoms, they can get out of this one.
Although, they would need to explain how Mori is covered in lipstick..or why her manager is biting her...or why are they both covered in saliva and sweat.

Or why they havent separated from each others arms as they turn to the intruder.

Its a pair, just as confused as they are. For some reason, Iroha and her manager are looking at them with big eyes, like they are the ones caught. Sure, the manager's neck is full of bites and Iroha is clinging to her like life depends on it.
And sure, her pants are half off.

oh who are they kidding.

The damn clause is useless, isnt it?