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What's happened after that...was blurry.
Noises.
There're loud noises.
Shouting. Cursing.
Then sounds of smashing, something was hit. Like sounds of fighting has erupted.
Because of the drug or whatever they had injected me, I couldn't make head or tail.
I was feeling…sleepy, but I felt I was being carried out at some point, in someone’s arms. A familiar warm…
When I opened up my eyes once more, I was on the hospital bed.
It was like that last time.
The same scenery.
The same window.
"You certainly have done yourself a good hangover this time, Miho-kun." Miho turned to the voice.
A familiar face of the high-profile figure. Uncle Tom. Miho wasn’t sure if she should be glad or not…
“S-SAORI-SAN?!” It hit her as the face started to drain out the color.
“She is fine. Unharmed. Untouched.”
Only then she let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me. Thank your boyfriend instead.”
“Marcus?”
“Yeah. Without his call, it’s impossible for us to know what’s happening to you.”
Miho couldn’t believe what she’s hearing. So it’s true. Marcus was there. And he has saved her.
“Where is he?”
“He’s away doing his…errands. Not sure when he will come back.”
“...”
“I'm...prepared for any mean...for my punishment...”
“At least you're sincere about it.”
“About your...misadventure. Don’t worry, those videos and photos of yours, we will make sure to remove them.”
“It’s pity that we have to let those men go with a stiff warning for overdoing it. “
“If you didn’t give them your consent, then we would have some nice leverage for the Establishment.”
“You are not...disappointed in me?”
“Well, one thing. You should have charged them.”
“You're a JK, Miho-kun. Not a sex slave.”
“Of all the things I've taught you. They're for the job.”
“…for the job.”
“And you should keep that in mind if you want your school carrier stay floating on the water. For the next year, and another.”
“What do you mean…”
Miho stopped her question. By then, she realized what he’s talking about.
“There's has been a...small declining in Ooarai's servitude. But that's only due to the old assests. Those three will soon be graduated. Even though they insisted that they want to serve till their late teen. But it's hard to change one's taste in the ripen fruit rather than...overripen ones.”
“But that…that is…so unreasonable…”
“Well, nobody is forcing you to do this, Miho-kun.”
“However, for the sake of your own sanity, it's best to take more girls under your wings.”
With that, Uncle Tom removed himself from the seat and walked out of the room.
“…”
…
…
For three days, Miho was stayed on bed.
No one has visited her since, probably due to the secrecy, or some fancy story that the Establishment have made up.
For three days, Miho put up a smile whenever a doctor or a nurse check up on her.
She was nurtured back to her former state.
The bruises were faded.
Although there was a certain mark around her neck that didn’t fade yet.
...
...
One day. It was raining. A heavy rain.
What exactly have I been doing…?
The brown-haired girl was standing on top of the hospital roof, or rather, on the edge of the roof. Her back was against to the safety rail.
Her eyes was looking down at the street, seeing the people were rushing for the cover, or walking slowly with their opened umbrella.
Despite she was completely drenched like a drowned rat, Miho didn’t care it one bit.
But again, she was minded about many things.
The night when she met that man.
The first time.
The training.
The first client.
Threesome.
Gangbang.
The punishment.
The swinging.
The breakup.
Then gangbang...fuck...sex...
Fuck...sex...gangbang again...
Again and again.
Again and again...
It didn’t matter now, I’m tired anyway…
The noise of boot splashing on a bundle of water came.
When she turned, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw…him.
Marcus.
She looked at him for a moment.
"Nice weather, isn't it?" He said.
“Yeah…somehow, I started liking the rainy days, rather the sunny ones.”
Her hair fluttered in the wind as she contemplated.
“Or maybe I need this. So that it can wash off the filths on my body.”
“But it’s no use. The filth…everything, they’ve built up too much. Both inside and outside.”
“I don’t think I would be able to wash them off…at all.”
“I'm really a mess, am I?”
“I'm also a mess.”
“No, you are not. I am!” Miho retorted.
“You will be fixed up in no time.” She quoted. “The doctor said these words.”
“It's a lie. It's a bad lie.”
“No doubt, people will try to fix me. Try to heal me at their best.”
“But there's no point. I'm already…I'm a mess.”
“The least they can do for me now is picking the pieces. That they wouldn't stick together.”
Miho looked down at her bare feet standing on the edge. Just one step forward and…
“Then let it break.”
She took in sharp breath as her startled gaze met his serious eyes.
“Let it all break down. Everything. Completely.”
“And I will be there to patch you up.”
“Would you? You would really…?”
“If you put it that way…it would help you. In a kind way, of course.”
“In a kind way…” Miho repeated.
Miho looked distant to the darken scenery.
“I did those things…because I don’t want to be a disappointment. I don't want to lose. That's why I…I let them do what they want.”
“Even though it's so weird and so wrong…”
“But do you know that?”
“I would rather let it happen to me than it happens to them!”
“I couldn't help but feel excited when I about to have sex.”
“I like how I got fucked.”
“Because I'm a bitch. I’m a whore. I’m a slut. I’m…I’M ruined!”
Miho let everything out. She breathed heavily, but she remained where she stood.
“You love your friends a lot.”
“No…I’m just a hypocrite…”
“I wanted to be loved.”
“It's all I wanted.”
“But it doesn’t matter now…”
“I don't think I need to be fixed.”
“I don't want to be healed.”
“I think I need to be…”
“I need to be broken.” “You wanted to be broken.”
The two voices resonated.
After a while, the rain came to a stop, as if someone just switch the handle.
Through their eyes, there was a mutual understanding.
“Let me hurt you.”
“That's…something no one's ever said that to me before…”
Miho grabbed tightly the hem of her wet patient clothes.
“I will break you with love.”
“Uhm…”
“Will you break me…gently?”
“I have promised you before, Miho.”
“If there's someone fucking you. I’d fuck you up even further.”
“Yeah. You did.” Miho let out a small laugh. How strange, she felt light all of sudden.
Then Marcus hugged her, gently.
“You are not a bad girl, Miho.”
“You're just…being too kind.”
The warm of his body. Oh, how Miho had longed for it.
“Thank you…I think I do need such words.”
“Ok. Now strip, Miho.”
A surprised expression came by such words.
“Strip. Remove everything on you, Miho.” There was no demanding in his voice.
“Let everyone see who you are.” It’s a suggestion.
“For you are Miho the JK.”
With a soft smile, her hands unbuttoned the shirt and pulled down the pants. Everything.
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…
“I'm sorry.” Miho apologized while bowing her head to him. “I'm sorry that I've used you, Kurisu.”
“To be honest. I was fine that I would let you use me until you got bore and throw me.”
“But then...you simply welcome me. as a part of your crew.”
“You’ve tried to protect me from the worse type of people.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Coming forward like that.” Kurisu said.
“Are you stupid or something?”
“Stupid is as stupid does.” Miho replied.
“Who are you, Forest Gump? Maybe I should call you a dump sex machine.”
He didn’t show any attempt to mock her, instead, he was frustrated in some way.
“And your ex-boyfriend…No wait, you two are back together…”
Kurisu frowned heavily, as if he’s trying to come up with something, but so far…none.
“Whatever…Give back my money.” He put out his hand.
“You have served me six days. Give me back the amount of four days.”
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…
It's over…or is it?
No doubt this life won't be the same.
There're still many unresolved problems.
The future of Ooarai.
Yukari-san.
The drugs.
Marcus…
I'm not sure if I can ever live a peaceful normal life.
But that's okay.
As long as I have him. And he has me. Together. We will work something out.
You know? Despite what I have done. I'm still glad that I've some place that I would call…home.
Friends. Ooarai.
For that, my JK life will go on every day.
I can only have one selfish wish…
Please. Let me be blissful as well as my own happiness.
Miho started to remember about that day again.
The ray of sun tore through the dismissing dark clouds, illuminating a certain girl bearing nothing but her birthday suit.
There was no angst, nor twisted expression. It only bore the warm expression, for she had embraced a certain change, a certain identity onto her.
From here, a new beginning, a new birth was made.
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...
"And...CUT!"
The beep went on as the cameras stopped recording and staffs moved to the filming set.
"That's a wrap!" The director named Legging_Blocks_33 announced.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Everyone cheered out as they clapped their hands.
"Nicely done, Nishizumi-dono!" Anzu approached and hugged her tightly with her energetic face.
"With this, we don't have to worry about the school funding for a while now." Anzu showed the back cover of the CD box.
[Miho the JK. A certain…risqué story that will twist the readers' hearts upside down with such 'offbrand' telling. Note: All the provocative scenes have been reenacted by special tools and specialists. As such, the product itself is the imaginary with fiction characters and should not be recreated in real life, for whatever the reason. Fantasy is one thing. Real life is an entirely different matter.]
“The ending was kinda rushed though.” Momo commented.
“We are out of budget. So this is the best we can do.” Yuzu waved her hand.
"After doing all that…It's really…embarrassing…" Miho retained her red face.
"It's not like I've popped your cherry, Miho-kun." Uncle Tom, the actor, chuckled.
"That's sexual harassment!" Momo declared.
"So, Miho. About that date…" Marcus, the actor, asked.
Before Miho could give a reply, a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"She's taken, pal! Go find someone else!" Erika, as in Erika Itsumi, put her tightly by her side.
"I guess that's a sad fate of being an OC in this story." He sighed.
"Well, unless you're a girl." The auburn-haired girl known as Karen, a certain OC character from a certain story.
"Really though. Do we get pay for this?" Kai, another OC character, said. She was the cameraman behind the scene.
"You had it easy. I'm the one who has to clean up the whole set." Cadenza said as she touched the goo with her cleaning gloves.
"What the hell did they shoot with?"
"A special sperm-like mimic liquid." Legging_Blocks_33 answered. "Safe and consumable."
"And the yellow fluids?"
"They're Oolong tea."
"Alright!" A certain figure walked in. "Get pack things here quick so we can continue the main series Season 3 on my account!"
"Who are you again?" Legging_Blocks_33 asked. "Oh right. You're that author with so few numbers on AO3. You're weak!"
"I'm you." Zaochron333, aka. Me responded. "And for my counter, the FF stats are pretty decent."
"More like they've forgotten about you."
"Hey. I'm continued on with my other project, okay?"
"But we're still doing the Hilichurl Paradise, right?"
"Gah! Gah! Gah!" A bunch of Hilichurls who were hired as staffs made the happy noises.
"Is that the name of that fanfic now? As long as the launch codes and sauces are available to jer-I mean, for research purpose..."
"Let's go people! Our readers are waiting."
"What about the Re:Start? Is it on hiatus?"
"Don't know. Don't care. I'll do the multiverse like Spiderman. May be."
Legging_Blocks_33 looked at the new script in his hand [Miho the JK Season 2].
"Oh well. May be sometime later."