"Wh-why won't master eat me!"
"I want to be eaten ;-;"
"Dear Pudding Lord, turn me into something more edible for master, amen ;-;"
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"Bless you dear Lord, thank you so much for this delicious looking treat ✧ \(Ｔ▽Ｔ)> ✧"
I never thought about how stressful, shopping could be. I watched as Riko-sama and Akane-sama excitedly chatted among themselves; still brimming with energy. Hina-sama eyed me shyly, a pink hue on her cheeks as she went through the pictures she had taken earlier.
I was a newborn human, of course my stamina would be depleted after more than an hour of trying on clothes. (To be exact I was completely worn out after the first five outfits.)
Not only did I try on clothes that I needed, but sailor suits, maid outfits, just any female clothing that could possibly exist; even swimsuits! (///A///;)
I was originally a pudding so gender doesn't really mean anything to me, but with Hina-sama constantly clicking away on her phone camera and the other two squealing, obviously I was flustered. I wasn't used to too much attention. I haven't been alive for that long.
Ren-sama's attention is all I need.
The thought of Ren-sama made a feeling of gloom wash over me. While I wept (without shedding actual tears) I heard Akane-sama exclaim.
"We're here!"
We had stopped in front of a huge ten-storey building. The name 'Gurume' was written across the top in an elegant cursive font. As we entered through the gates, I awed at my surroundings. This was my first time in such a huge place.
"U-um, what is this place?" I asked, still looking around.
"This is the company where Magical Girls are employed at," Riko-sama answered and with the help of Akane-sama, they briefly explained about Gurume. As they did, I spotted a lot of girls walking around in flashy outfits.
"So, why did you bring me here?" I could only think up of them introducing me to more girls who'll use me as a toy for a dress-up game. I shuddered at the thought.
"Our job is related to dealing with crimes but mostly crimes which involves food..." Hina-sama started, her voice making me jump a little. She had been quiet during the whole trip after all.
"And we're supposed to report anything related to crimes and food to our chairman. Especially, anything extraordinary." Akane-sama added, pressing the button for the tenth floor.
I pieced the information together. I was originally a pudding. Now I'm a human being. Nothing could be more extraordinary or even weirder than that. I started feeling uneasy. Chairmen are usually scary people right? With an organisation who fights crimes, they'll be twice as scary, right? I gulped, imagining a bulky figure of a woman with a stern face and a murderous glint in her eyes.
Riko-sama noticed my nervous look, and patted my back, "Our chairman could be a little..." Her gaze averted to the floor. She sweat dropped, a dry "haha" escaping her lips.
My imagination of the chairman grew wilder and I think my face paled. Akane-sama laughed lightly, "It's okay Pudding-chan, he can be a bit..." She waved her around in a dismissive manner. "But he's pretty much okay."
So it was a he. The woman in my imagination pretty much took a turn for worse. I mean, if it's male, he would be scarier, right??
After a while of waiting, the elevator tinged and the door opened. The girls led me along the corridor. After exchanging a few words with a girl at a counter, I was then led to a huge brown door.
"Here we are," Riko-sama mumbled, her face already look worn out. "Don't look to sulky, Riko-chan," Akane-sama said patting the said girl. Hina-sama sighed, pushing open the doors to reveal a classy room, furnished smartly. I clenched my fists and tried to gulp down the feeling of nervousness bubbling in me. Though my posture looked really tensed I prepared myself for the worst.
The chair at the desk in the middle of the room (a/n: that's a lot of the's lol) turned to face us, slowly to increase the dramatic effect — also making it more suspenseful.
What I saw was clearly not what I expected.
oMO, whATDIDhE sEe?
Whatif…what if it was… Ren-sama! Okay, okay, thatwasastupidthought.
