Part 8
After Eiko left the room, Moffle protested, “Why didn’t you ask her stage name!? What kind of man are you? You should just die in despair, fumo!”
“Why don’t you go hang yourself in despair, huh!?”
“Heh, just you wait and see, fumo. I can keep myself hanging without dying!”
“What are you, an arrogant prick or a masochist?”
“Mofu…” Moffle ignored Seiya’s comment and flipped through Eiko’s CV. Using his phone, he had snapped a picture of her and sent it as a message.
“Hey, don’t just go around taking pictures of things. Who did you send it to?”
“Tricen. He knows a lot about AVs so I asked if he recognized her picture, fumo.”
Seiya had just learned another of Amaburi’s dark secrets—that the head of publicity was actually such a pervert.
“The hell is wrong with you people…”
“Well, all that’s left is to wait, fumo.”
Was he even able to discern from such a small photograph? All AV’s were pretty much equally hot, anyway.
For the second time, Isuzu scowled at him as if reading his thoughts.
“So you aren’t going to lecture him? Or maybe you’re secretly interested in knowing her stage name too, pervert.”
“…! Would you mind not saying impolite things?”
“But it’s strange…I never knew you had such interests. Or maybe you aren’t satisfied with my—!!!!!”
Isuzu gagged herself and face-tabled again. Seiya took a step back after watching her torture herself to such an extent.
“S-Sento…?”
“D-Don’t worry about me…”
Hasn’t her behavior been really strange today? I’ll never understand her. She said earlier that she’s feeling sick, but this degree of mental instability is on a whole new level.
Moffle’s phone vibrated briefly.
“Just got a reply from Tricen, fumo. Ah…fumo…fumo…” Moffle nodded while reading the contents displayed on screen.
“All right. Let’s move on to the next person, fumo.” Moffle declared as he closed his phone.
“Did…you get it?”
“Get what?”
“H-Her…uhh…Eiko-san’s…”
“Yeah, we got her stage name, fumo. What about it?”
“N-Never mind…”
“We even found her label and highest rated videos, fumo. Tricen’s the man. Anyway, let’s move on.”
Seiya watched as Moffle sneered and took out the next applicant’s CV.
This rat, so he’s not gonna share his findings, huh? He knows I can’t ask about it and intends to move on…this rat’s got balls!
“We’re gonna rent the DVDs and enjoy them with some sake, fumo. It’s gonna be a blast!”
“Tch…”
“You wanna know, fumo? You know you wanna!”
“Y-You know I don’t care about that stuff. Next! Call the next guy in!” Just like a general in a galactic battlefield, Seiya lashed his right arm out and ordered the cast member.
Meanwhile, beside Seiya, Isuzu made an unexpected remark. “I wanna know, Lord Moffle. Tell me…—!!”
“W-What!?”
Moffle looked at her with sparkly eyes. “Hoho, our royal guard actually had such interests, fumo! I wanna know why you want it,fumo.”
“I-It’s not that I want to shame her or anything. I just want to know how she’s able to get the attention of the guys…mm—!!”
How many times had this been? Isuzu covered her mouth and slammed her face on the table once again.
I’m actually starting to get worried about her now.
“Hey…are you okay?”
“Not at all!” Isuzu laid a palm on her hurting forehead and looked at him with eyes on the brink of tears. “You see, since elementary school, I could never get myself to speak up, even in class when I needed to use the toilet, so I held it in…mmm—!”
Just when Seiya considered calling the ambulance, there was a knock on the door and the next applicant entered the room.
“Sorry for being late!”
Part 8
After Eiko left the room, Moffle protested, “Why didn’t you ask her stage name!? What kind of man are you? You should just die in despair, fumo!”
“Why don’t you go hang yourself in despair, huh!?”
“Heh, just you wait and see, fumo. I can keep myself hanging without dying!”
“What are you, an arrogant prick or a masochist?”
“Mofu…” Moffle ignored Seiya’s comment and flipped through Eiko’s CV. Using his phone, he had snapped a picture of her and sent it as a message.
“Hey, don’t just go around taking pictures of things. Who did you send it to?”
“Tricen. He knows a lot about AVs so I asked if he recognized her picture, fumo.”
Seiya had just learned another of Amaburi’s dark secrets—that the head of publicity was actually such a pervert.
“The hell is wrong with you people…”
“Well, all that’s left is to wait, fumo.”
Was he even able to discern from such a small photograph? All AV’s were pretty much equally hot, anyway.
For the second time, Isuzu scowled at him as if reading his thoughts.
“So you aren’t going to lecture him? Or maybe you’re secretly interested in knowing her stage name too, pervert.”
“…! Would you mind not saying impolite things?”
“But it’s strange…I never knew you had such interests. Or maybe you aren’t satisfied with my—!!!!!”
Isuzu gagged herself and face-tabled again. Seiya took a step back after watching her torture herself to such an extent.
“S-Sento…?”
“D-Don’t worry about me…”
Hasn’t her behavior been really strange today? I’ll never understand her. She said earlier that she’s feeling sick, but this degree of mental instability is on a whole new level.
Moffle’s phone vibrated briefly.
“Just got a reply from Tricen, fumo. Ah…fumo…fumo…” Moffle nodded while reading the contents displayed on screen.
“All right. Let’s move on to the next person, fumo.” Moffle declared as he closed his phone.
“Did…you get it?”
“Get what?”
“H-Her…uhh…Eiko-san’s…”
“Yeah, we got her stage name, fumo. What about it?”
“N-Never mind…”
“We even found her label and highest rated videos, fumo. Tricen’s the man. Anyway, let’s move on.”
Seiya watched as Moffle sneered and took out the next applicant’s CV.
This rat, so he’s not gonna share his findings, huh? He knows I can’t ask about it and intends to move on…this rat’s got balls!
“We’re gonna rent the DVDs and enjoy them with some sake, fumo. It’s gonna be a blast!”
“Tch…”
“You wanna know, fumo? You know you wanna!”
“Y-You know I don’t care about that stuff. Next! Call the next guy in!” Just like a general in a galactic battlefield, Seiya lashed his right arm out and ordered the cast member.
Meanwhile, beside Seiya, Isuzu made an unexpected remark. “I wanna know, Lord Moffle. Tell me…—!!”
“W-What!?”
Moffle looked at her with sparkly eyes. “Hoho, our royal guard actually had such interests, fumo! I wanna know why you want it,fumo.”
“I-It’s not that I want to shame her or anything. I just want to know how she’s able to get the attention of the guys…mm—!!”
How many times had this been? Isuzu covered her mouth and slammed her face on the table once again.
I’m actually starting to get worried about her now.
“Hey…are you okay?”
“Not at all!” Isuzu laid a palm on her hurting forehead and looked at him with eyes on the brink of tears. “You see, since elementary school, I could never get myself to speak up, even in class when I needed to use the toilet, so I held it in…mmm—!”
Just when Seiya considered calling the ambulance, there was a knock on the door and the next applicant entered the room.
“Sorry for being late!”
