"Oowwww…"
A certain red-haired young man rubs his reddened cheek as he stands in silence in a lift. He looks at his own reflection on the lift's wall, and rubs the 2 red handprints on both of his cheeks. Weirdly enough, those 2 handprints would fit Teio and McQueen's hands.
*Ding* *Ssshhhkkk*
He instinctively walks out of the lift toward a certain apartment room to fulfil one of his many obligations. This is the apartment complex where Gold City stays every weekend, so she and the young man can meet without interruptions.
*Ding-Dong*
"Coooommiiiinnggg~~~"
I wonder if that's what she sounds like if she is cumming…
The young man's intrusive thought flashes for a moment as he waits for the Golden Supermodel to open the door. The door rattles before it swings open with force.
"How many times do I need to tell you?"
"Be gentle with the door, yada-yada-yada. I know~~ Come in! Come in!"
The supermodel is clearly in high spirits as she grabs the young man's hand and pulls him inside her love nest, before locking the door behind them. Inside the apartment, the young man is reminded of his team room. It's as if the supermodel is about to throw a celebration. The difference is that the table here is filled with expensive and exquisite dinner meals rather than cakes and snacks.
"Did you get promoted or something? What's with the place?"
"Ah! No! This is to cheer you up! I heard that one of your trainees lost her race, no? That must be devastating to you."
"The sarcasm in that sentence is as thick as you are, Gold City."
"And you love it, don't you?"
"Only your body, not your sarcasm."
"Fufufu~~ Please sit down. I have bought plenty for the two of us."
The supermodel pushes her hubby to his chair before taking the chair opposite him.
"I appreciate the hospitality, but I'm here for business first."
"Of course~ Of course~ Let's finish our business before having our dinner, shall we? So you're going to dump that bitch now that you know the strategy backfired, right?"
"Can we focus on what really matters?"
"Oh! So you did dump her, eh?! I know that I'm the only one who understands you. Of course, you would dump her immediately. You are someone who always strives to do better after all. There's no need to linger on a failed method."
"Sigh… I understand what you are trying to say. No need to beat a dead elephant, Gold City. If you don't shut up, I'm going to kiss my girlfriend and send the photo to you."
"I would post it online and tell my fans to hunt her down."
"Don't you think that's an overreaction, Miss Supermodel?"
"All fair in love and war."
"Someone has to fucking erase that quote. A life would be lost because of that."
"Isn't that what normally happens in war?"
"I mean the love part, Dumb City. Perhaps we should focus on training your brain first before your body?"
"What kind of high school outfit do you like? The crop-top, thin white shirt, and a super short blue pleated skirt? I've seen those combinations in some magazine before."
"You're not… being exploited… are you?"
"I wasn't the model, dummy. I only do stuff like that for you."
"Thanks… I guess… Sigh… You don't need to worry about my girlfriend. I'll dump her after this."
With all the knives pointing at him, Mizuka Chizuru is a ticking time bomb. He doesn't want to tempt fate when he already knows the outcome. Only a crazy gambler, like Nakayama Festa, would put their chips on a 1% chance.
"Good. I'll be waiting for the good news. I'll keep posting cryptid posts that point at her until then. Each day, the cryptid post will become more and more clear."
"...why?"
"So that if things don't get resolved like how I want them to, I'll deal with it my way. I'll kill her socially so that she is forced to move somewhere far away."
"I get it! I get it!! I'll dump her!! You don't need to say anything more!!"
"Fufufufu~~ Good boy~~ Now for my training menu."
"Kuh!! Here!! I'll send you the PDF file. Go read it yourself! I've lost the motivation to explain it to you! I'm going to start eating!!"
"Fufuffu~~ How cute~~"
The young man put down his tablet, then grabbed a bowl and put an entire scoop of steaming white rice into it. Gold City said that he can eat for free, and he will. Gold City was too enthralled by the young man's pouting face that she forgot the training menu in her hand and the food in front of her.
Perhaps… Keeping him incognito might be the best course of action.
Gold City lately has been thinking about how to have Igo Heita as her boyfriend. The young man in question always denies her advances because, in his words, of the difference between them. He is a normal trainer with your run-of-the-mill look, and Gold City is a beauty that only comes in once in a thousand years. Their popularity is like an ant to an elephant.
So what else can Gold City do other than to increase the young man's popularity? She had given him new clothes which help his image, but she needs to do more. His face needs to be posted on social media while he is in his best form. That way, people would get charmed by his handsomeness, and soon enough, it wouldn't be weird for him to be around Gold City. Once that is achieved, having him as her boyfriend would be as easy as flipping her hand.
But Gold City is finding herself questioning her plan. The young man's charm… Gold City want all of it for herself. For her own eyes, and no one else. There are celebrities out there who are dating normal people, right? The celebrity does need to put in more effort as they will be under constant fire from their fans, but that's a price Gold City is willing to pay to keep Igo Heita as her own private boy toy and her boyfriend.
"Ah… By the way, I won't be sleeping here tonight."
"Eh? Why? Did that bitch ask you to sleep with her?"
"No. I have something else to take care of with my friends. Can you not be a jealous bitch? You're not my girlfriend."
Change of plan. I'm going to impregnate him and upload the video.