Same-face Syndrome

"Hmmm...? So she only treats you like that in public, but not in private? Is she just a show-off? Lame~" Misuzu shrugged. Then again, it would probably be pretty easy to manipulate someone like that, assuming that somehow her and Momoka ever ended up in some tag match against them. In fact, she could use Fumika to really mess with her roommate, while the perverted ninja would technically remain innocent herself. Maybe this was worth looking into later, but for now...

"I can still have fun with you at least." Misuzu smirked, throwing another kick between Fumiko's thighs.

Fumiko shrugged, not quite sure how to answer that. She'd not been close with Mika for... nearly a year now. "I guess she is... I mean, she always wants the spotlight on her as long as I've known her." She spoke pretty casually considering that Misuzu just kicked her in the crotch.

And then she did it again! "UUGH! W-what's your problem?!" Fumiko demanded, doubled over, covering her crotch.

"Hmmm... I guess being a sadistic bitch does draw a lot of attention..." Misuzu commented aloud, kicking Fumiko onto her back and then stomping down on her modest chest. "But me, I'm more in it for the cute cries and screams of my victims, really~"

Grinding her heel down into one of the girl's boobs, the perverted ninja looked down and grinned, "And I haven't really been getting much of that lately, but a loser like you should be pretty satisfying. I hope you can last longer than you did during that match."

Victims? Was this girl actually crazy? "UUGH! H-hey, s-sto-AAAAH!" Fumiko was forced onto her back, before Misuzu planted her heel against her left tit. She never had much in the chest department, and being attacked there was... unexpected to say the least.

"Getoffme! Haah, I-I'm not a loser, you creep!" Fumiko said angrily, grabbing for Misuzu's ankle with both hands and trying to yank if off of her.

"W-woah...!" Misuzu was thrown off-balance, not expecting the sudden burst of resistance. Stumbling backwards a few steps, she banged her elbow against a metal storage crate, causing a sharp pain to shoot up and down her arm. "Gaaah...!"

Hissing in pain, he brunette clutched at her elbow, trying to rub the ache out while cursing under her breath.

Why was it always the ones that looked cute that turned out to be crazy?

She managed to get the creep off for the moment, but the former idol was in no state to be getting into a brawl backstage. "Whatever you're trying here, keep me out of it!" She would get up, making a beeline to the door.

"Tch... Not so fast...!" Misuzu lunged after Fumiko, reaching out to grab the girl by her long, silvery hair with both hands. Assuming she managed to get a good grip, she'd yank back and attempt to whip her around face-first into the nearby wall.

Misuzu closed the distance faster than she thought, and painfully tugged at Fumiko's long mane. "Uahh! L-let go y-yo... UUAH!!!"

Her skull collided against the brick wall, and she stumbled back against the shelves behind her. Like a scene from a comedy skit, this caused a box of office supplies to bonk her on the head, leaving her thoroughly dazed as pens rolled everywhere.

Misuzu couldn't help but chuckle as the box fell on top of Fumiko's head. "Awww, looks like you made quite a mess. You better clean that up later. If you can still move, I guess~"

Walking right up to the dazed girl, the cruel brunette threw yet another kick between her legs, eager to make Fumiko scream more.

A little bump on her head wouldn't be too big of a deal... but even a moment's pause was giving more time for this sadist to go off on her.

And that's exactly what the brunette freak did, jamming her foot between her legs, very reminescent of what happened a few days ago. "UAHH! S-stop it, what's wr-wrong with you?!"