"If that's all you need, then I shall excuse myself, Rudolph."
"Yeah, thank you for your hard work, Air Groove."
The sky has reddened as the sun slowly submerged behind the horizon. The Tracen Academy is filled with umamusumes returning to their dorms after an entire day of classes and training.
"Are you… going to meet with Trainer Igo today?"
"Of course, I have to wash his clothes after all."
Air Groove tidied up her stuff, grabbed her bag, and exited the StuCo office. With flowers in her step, the vice president made her way toward a particular place where she and a certain young man had agreed. Since Air Groove couldn't enter the trainer's dorms, and it would be weird if anyone were to see the young man handing over a basket of dirty clothes, they needed to find a secluded place where they could do their transaction in secret.
I hope I'm not late.
Air Groove enters the extracurricular building and goes to an empty room deep inside the building. Normally, Air Groove would never enter said room, but she can make an exception considering who it is.
"Ah! Evening, Vice President."
"Come now. No need to tease me. Just call me by my name."
The young man was already there when Air Groove arrived at the room with a brown sack near his legs. Air Groove's smile widened when she saw how big and full the sack was.
"I bought some new clothes lately, so the laundry might increase. Sorry."
"No! No! That's okay! It's part of the deal, after all."
"Look, Air Groove. You can be honest with me. If you're being bullied by the pathetic Emperor and the loner wolf, then tell me. I can tell Akikawa Yayoi about them and get you out of trouble."
"Thank you for your concerns, but please be assured. I'm comfortable with the task I have at hand."
"... I see…"
The young man still doesn't understand the benefit Air Groove gets from washing his clothes, but decides to just follow with it. He doesn't need to wash his clothes, and the Emperor now owes him something. Not only that, his clothes that come back from Air Groove are always in tip-top shape. They're extremely fragrant and neatly ironed—clearly in a better state than when the young man does it by himself.
"Here. Thank you for your service."
"Of course, I'm glad to do business with you."
Air Groove takes the sack from the young man. When their hands touch, Air Groove tries her hardest not to grab his wrist and pull him to her. Pin him to the ground, and rip his clothes to pieces. Only when he is bare for her can she harvest all of him for herself.
"Air Groove?"
"Ah!! Yes!! Thank you!! I'll have them cleaned and ironed in no time. Bye~~"
Air Groove grabs the sack and quickly exits the room. She knew what could happen if she were with him much longer.
The urge is getting worse. It's like something new is brewing inside of me.
"Pant… Pant…"
"Oooh~~ It's the strict one of the trio!! Hello there, Air Groove."
"Agnes Tachyon. You haven't done anything stupid, have you?"
"Quite the bad reputation I have in your mind, huh? But shouldn't I be the one who asks you that? What are you doing here? This is not somewhere that you frequent, vice president."
"I have my own business that I need to attend to. If you excuse me, I need to get going."
Air Groove put the sack over her shoulder before making her way past the Mad Scientist. There is one thing that Air Groove forgot about Agnes Tachyon, which is that she is Igo Heita's assistant. Hence, her nose has gotten more time to know his smell.
"Sniff! Sniff!! Oh!! What's this I smell? Vice President, might I ask what is inside that sack?"
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Oh! I believe it does."
Wear the belt, Tachyon. Prepare for a battle. That's the smell of darling.
Agnes put on her Kamen Rider belt, prepared herself just in case she needed to save her boss from some random bullshit once again.
"A filthy bean drinker gets herself in trouble for essentially what you're doing. It's not fair if you get away with it, right?"
"And what do you think I'm doing, Agnes Tachyon?"
"Open the sack. We both know what you have in there."
"RABBIT!!! TANK!!! BEST MATCH!!!"
"Let me see the content, Air Groove."
*Whirl* *Whirl*
"Kuh!"
Air Groove doesn't want to give Agnes Tachyon anymore of the young man's sweat. She has taken it during the soccer duel between the StuCo and the young man, Air Groove doesn't want her to have more.
But Tachyon's suspicion isn't baseless either. If someone were to walk past Air Groove with a big sack that smells like Igo Heita, she, too, would react with the same suspicion. And Air Groove doesn't want to deal with whatever belt Tachyon is wearing right now. A normal Tachyon is already painful enough to deal with.
"Fine…"
Air Groove reluctantly drops the sack in front of her and opens it wide for Tachyon to see. Tachyon's confusion was clear on her face when she saw in the sack and saw nothing but used clothes.
"...Pervert?"
"He gave these to me by his own will, okay?! I didn't steal it from him."
"I was right. He is a pervert. What dirt does he have on you, Miss Goody Two-Shoes?"
"I'm doing this of my own accord."
"I see… All the questions I asked only make me more confused, so I'll stop asking. But there's one more thing that I want to ask you, vice president."
"What?"
"Do you want the condensed essence of his sweat?"