Sayuri dragged us to one of her 'low-key' literary events. It was... exactly as boring as you'd think. Until the Q&A.

Some pretentious guy was mansplaining the symbolism in some obscure novella. Rika leaned over, her hot breath on my ear, and whispered, 'I bet his dick is as small and disappointing as his thesis.' I choked on my drink.

Sayuri, of course, didn't even blink. Just scribbled 'microphallic symbolism??' in the margin of her notebook with a perfectly straight face. I had to bite my knuckle to keep from laughing out loud. My cunt was throbbing from the sheer, stupid tension of it all. There's something so fucking hot about being inappropriate in a quiet room full of judgmental people.

We 'debated the themes' all the way home. Rika arguing for chaos, Sayuri for cold, calculated revenge. I'm the tie-breaker. Think I'll make them show me their interpretations. Hands-on. Sayuri can be my stern, quiet librarian, and Rika can be the bratty student who needs to be bent over the desk and taught a lesson. My cock is already hard just thinking about which role to play first.

Sometimes the best nights start with the most boring lectures. (Aya, obviously. Rika says 'it's true!' and Sayuri is pretending to read a book but her ears are bright red.)