Chapter 2: A Sake-Fueled Rant ( 2 )
""Damn you, Kenji! Ishikawa! Seiji! Kazama! You're all so damn lucky!" I shouted, slamming my hands on the table.
They looked at me with those annoyingly smug grins that made me want to flip the table.
"So, for real?!" I practically yelled. "You're telling me you all—together—were with the boss lady?!"
Kenji leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, smirking like he owned the place. "What can we say, Hazekaya? She's a very... accommodating woman."
"Accommodating?!" I sputtered, nearly choking on the word.
Ishikawa shot me a sly grin. "Don't look so surprised. You know how charming we are. She couldn't resist."
"Charming, my ass!" I snapped. "Who even does stuff like that?! And at the same time?!"
Seiji shrugged, picking at his perfect plate of food. "Hey, it's not our fault she likes to... share."
Kazama chuckled, shaking his head. "It's all consensual, Hazekaya. No need to get so worked up."
"Worked up?!" I shout, throwing my hands in the air. "Of course I'm worked up! I'm here struggling to get a girl to even look at me, and you guys are living some kind of doujin fantasy!"
They all burst into laughter, as if my misery was the funniest thing ever.