During a warm summer afternoon in a stylish Japanese apartment, the scent of jasmine tea filled the room, mixing with something far more dangerous — feminine smugness.
On the couch lounged Reika-chan, the epitome of a mature beauty. Early thirties, long silky white hair, and that ever-deadly, "Ara Ara~" voice that melted spines like butter on a summer day. She gently stirred her tea, legs crossed with the poise of a woman who'd ruined a thousand men with a glance.
Across from her, in the kitchen, leaned Daichi, 19, a local delinquent with a thing for MILFs and bad decisions. He was muscular, tattooed, and cocky — but with one glaring weakness:
Her.
"So," Reika began, sipping delicately, "I heard you've been bullying my little brother again."
Daichi blinked, unbothered. "Tch. That little nerd? He's annoying. Always yappin' about anime or some crap. I was just... putting him in his place."
Reika set the cup down with elegance.
She stood, slowly walking toward him, heels clicking on the floor. She leaned in, her red lips near his ear.
"Daichi-kun," she whispered with silk and sin, "because you bully my brother, I've decided... I will never say 'Ara Ara~' to you ever again."
Silence.
Total silence.
Daichi blinked. "…Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" he chuckled.
"I said, I'll never say those words ever again."
"And!? Why would I care?" He laughed, amused.
"You heard me," Reika said, her voice stern and her eyes filled with determination.
"H-haha, nah, Reika-chan, you gotta be kidding me. Besides, you love saying it. That's your thing. C'mon, Reika-chan, stop playin'."
She simply stared, expression unreadable, holding her cup like a judgmental queen.
"..."
Why is she staring at me like that?
Is she really not gonna say it anymore?
After everything I've done for her!?!?
Daichi's veins boiled with rage, his mouth opened with fury
"WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?! THAT'S PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE! YOU CAN'T JUST—YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME!"
He started pacing the room, his feet stomping on the wooden floor.
"Reika-chan, what about all the gifts I bought you? This is how you repay me?"
But Reika simply stared at him quietly, with her dastardly spellbinding eyes.
"Okay. Okay, fine, look. What if I only swirl him a little into a locker? Just a gentle swirl? He probably likes the spin."
Reika narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, I won't mess with him—All the time... Just sometimes. I'll even pretend to be his friend and watch his favorite anime. Just say it. Say the line."
He dropped to his knees like a man begging for forgiveness.
Reika remained silent.
No!
It's over! I lost the most valuable thing this world had to offer. I'll never get to hear her say those blessed words ever again.
Daichi face planted on the ground, leaving a massive thud sound. It was as if his soul had left his body.
What is the point of living? Just to suffer? When she first said those titillating words, it was like a chord was struck.
It was something I never knew I needed.
I felt like an Arab wandering through the desert and suddenly striking oil.
How can I possibly go back to the life I used to live?
"I don't even know who I am anymore…"
"Poor Daichi-kun," Reika cooed, patting his head. "You've become addicted to-"
Daichi raised his head with speed.
Wait! She might say it!!!
"To those words," Reika continued.
It was like an arrow to the heart. Daichi's last bit of hope died.
Daichi stood up, shaky but determined.
"Fine. I'll apologize to him. I'll even befriend him if that's what it takes. Just... Just say the line!"
Reika smiled softly, walking up and gently brushing his cheek.
"Good boy."
He trembled.
She leaned in.
And finally, mercifully…
"Ara~ Ara~"
Daichi's eyes rolled back, and the words reverberated through his body.
There is a god.
Epilogue:
Later that week, Reika's little brother received a very sweaty, very uncomfortable apology from Daichi, who was dressed in a full-body teddy bear onesie (her extra condition).
Reika watched from the school gate, sipping her iced tea.
She whispered to herself.
"Ara~ Ara~"