"Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk…"
The sad being slumping on the massive bed is a young man named Igo Heita. Supper had just ended a couple of minutes ago, and the young man made a critical mistake by eating like a Goddesses-damn umamusume. Now he is cursed to lie on his bed with his belly full of food.
"Uuuuh… I can't even sleeeeeppp…"
The young man rolls around in his bed to try to find a good sleeping position. Each movement causes his belly to shake as the contents haven't fully processed yet.
"Sigh… Uuuhhhhh!!!!"
The young man put all of his strength into sitting up. He keeps up with his daily training to keep himself healthy, and one of those training sessions was sitting up. He could do 2 sets of 50-ish reps, but this time, he was having trouble just doing one.
"I'm going to fuck Goldship in the ass for this… Sigh…"
The young man could only blame Goldship for challenging him, even though he knew he could blame himself for taking the provocation. But that would betray one of his mottos, which is:
If you can blame someone else, why blame yourself?
Uuugghh… Still, I couldn't believe they gave me a room befitting a King.
The young man looked at his surroundings. The space of the room dwarfed his room at Tracen Academy by a fucking mile. You can fit an entire apartment in this space. And that's only talking about the space. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor of his current room would make his dorm room commit seppuku. The floor is made out of hardwood, and the only way you could make a sound on it is if you slam your entire body. The walls are THICK and soundproof, as if it was designed so that nothing inside can leak outside. The ceiling wasn't plain like his dorm room, an old fairy tale had been painted on the ceiling so you could enjoy a little bedtime story as you lay on the bed.
Isn't this too much?
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"Huh…"
The knocks on the door caught the ear of the young man. The moon is high in the sky, so most people should be sleeping by now.
Who could it be?
Could it be an assassin? But I don't really need to worry about that since I can mostly erase them from the Earth with ease.
Then… Who could it be?
Could it be… McQueen!?!?
An image of McQueen in a very lewd nightgown appears inside the young man's healthy (lewd) brain. The gown is made of the finest silk, and it is designed as if there were only enough for a single, semi-transparent, very skin-tight, and extremely skimpy piece of clothing. Even calling it a piece of clothing is an insult to the word itself, as the dimmest moonlight could penetrate through its fibers, reflect on McQueen's delicate skin, escape the nightgown, and be captured by the young man's visual sensors–basically making the thing invisible.
The young man could see McQueen standing in front of the door with a blushing face, and say:
"What are you waiting for, idiot? Just let me into your room."
Hehehehehe~~ Time to reap what I sowed.
With a perverted smile (his usual smile) on his face, the young man confidently walked up to the door. He looked himself up and down to make sure there was nothing awkward that would ruin the moment.
Alright! Time to enjoy my dessert!!
*Cluck*
"Good evening, Master Igo. I'm sorry to be bothering you."
"HMPH!!!"
"Whoah! I'm glad that you are still as lively at night, Master Igo!"
"Fuck you, Kaito!!! HAAH!!"
"Whoosh~~ Ah! You called me by my name!"
The young man was furious when he saw a butler standing in front of his door. In his blind anger, he threw a punch with all of his weight, which the butler casually dodged to the side. The young man was about to fall forward, but his instinct kicked in, and his feet moved forward to hold his weight.
After securing his center of gravity, the young man sent a full-powered kick, upon which the butler dodged by sliding backward. So the young man continued moving forward whilst attacking the ruiner of his dream.
"Why are you here, you Ruiner Nergigante?! HAAAH!!"
"Whoza~~ I was tasked to bring you, Master Igo. Also, was that an insult? I didn't feel insulted."
"You should feel insulted!! HAAAH!!! You ruined my dream!!! AAAHH!!"
"Whoops~~ Did I? Almost! Apologies for waking you up, Master Igo."
"If you want to apologize!! HAAAAHHH!!! Then bring a scantily dressed McQueen to me!!! HAAAH!!"
"That was close!! I shall pass a message to Lady McQueen herself. Yoo!!"
"Detroit SMASH!!!! Kuh!! Then why didn't you ask her to pick me up instead of yourself?!?! HUUUUUHHH!!"
"WOAH!!! That almost killed me, Master Igo. And how can a mere butler ask a Lady to pick you up? FUUUUHHH!!!"
"You know what?! I'll painlessly finish you off, so stay put!!"
"Wait!! Master Igo!! We have arrived at the room!!"
"Huh?"
The young man was just about to unleash his domain expansion, but the butler's words put him to a stop. He looked to his side at the room that the butler was pointing at.
Isn't this… Mejiro Bosatsu's room? Why is it not boarded up?
Did McQueen… prank me? Did she tell me that story to scare me up?
That little rascal!!! Scare the living shit out of me!!!!
Ahem! But why would she lie to me and only bring me here tonight?
Ah!!
Maybe she is preparing our honeymoon room and doesn't want me to step in when it's not ready yet!!
Yes!! Yes!! That could only be the case!!
"You did great, Smitty Werbenjägermanjensen. You may now leave."
"Yes, Master Igo. I'm glad that you have returned to normalcy. Also, my name is Kaito, sir."
The young man shushed the butler away as he prepared himself once again. He can now imagine McQueen in the same ridiculously lewd nightgown on the bed, tied up with a red ribbon, and surrounded by 'YES' pillows. He can hear her voice the moment he enters the room:
"Come and unwrap your gift, idiot."
Hehehehehe~~~ I won't let you sleep tonight, McQueen.
*Click* *Swwwiiiiinnnngg*
"Good evening, Mister Igo Heita. Please take a seat."
"Go die, you old hag."