The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 140~♫

Mr. Okamoto hardly paid any attention to the discussion, stealing glances of Ueno. She seemed so bubbly. Was she just that shy the first year? He wasn't sure what he liked about her more.

'Perhaps I could ask Mrs. Ueno for a private interview with her daughter.'

That was it! The idea he needed! The hope sent by the angels. The red string that would bond this ready to ripe girl to him. He chuckled like a sinister ready to strike.

"I'm sorry!" Ueno clasped her hands, her face shining. "Let's resume the tour."

While Mr. Okamoto gave up on Ueno for now, he searched for a different target. There were so many girls and women.

'Who to pick? So many great candidates.' His eyes stripped one skirt and jeans after another. His trained mind measured the hips and legs, creating a list of Top Ten of his own.

"Caffee! Caffee!" came the voice of a catgirl, handing out small posters. "Who is up for some cat break, nyaa! Meow!"

'Her!'

Her athletic build differed from his usual soft targets, but it was some time since he let his fingers dug into a trained butt. Creeping onto her, he kept a low profile, playing with his camera.

Standing behind her, his hand dived under her skirt, burrowing under the weirdly shaped panties, digging his fingers.

'So firm! Best quality!'

His victim froze.

'That's right! Stay still! You don't want to cause—'

Ears penetrating scream stabbed Mr. Okamoto's mind. He slid down his hand, cursing the intruder. He lifted his eyes, meeting with a hellcat. Dark flames danced around her, and before he could react, he found himself in a police lock.

This time it was Mr. Okamoto shouting. "That hurts!" The iron grip crushed his shoulder and twisted his other arm.

"You pervert!"

The reporter finally turned his head as the catgirl turned into a catboy in a girl's costume. Anger boiled inside the man. How dare they trick him!

"Let me go! How dare you attack me! It was an accident!"

"Accident?" Kagetsu barked. "You groped my butt, that I shock-farted!" He shook his head as the stench reached him.

"Release me at once! Do you have any idea who I am?"

Kagetsu's head jerked.

'Good riddance! What a moron! He wouldn't recognize celebrity even if they slapped him.'

Taking a deep inhale, Kagetsu howled, "Hey! This pervert has amnesia! Anybody knows him?"

More sweat slid down his fat cheeks. That punk dared to make fun of him? He made a joke out of Mr. Okamoto, the top reporter of East List? Burning with revenge and fuming with anger, he put everything into breaking free.