The Writer’s Night

"I'm going to kill myself." I said.

"But you didn't pay my rent." She smokes again.

"Tough shit, woman." I answers, before yeeting out of her balcony. Only to get hit by a god damn fucking glass pane on the way because I'm such a blind ass even thouhg with my plot convenience placed eye-glasses. So I black out immediately, the last thing I saw was Oya-san walking towards me ON HER FREAKING HANDSTAND. This bitch can't walk normally or something I don't know.

...

"Hey, you're finally awake." I found myself on a horse carriage and a man sitting across from me.

"Fuck" I bit my tongue and commit soup a side immediately. That was when I actually wake up to the real world; where Oya Yanushi was there, she was not handstanding for thank fucks, but you know what she did instead? Lay on top of me, and my dick rises faster than the Shield Hero after I regain consciousness.

"What's up, you still got to pay my rent." She said, while two of her giant head was literally paizuri-ng my thingy, just unintentional, I think and still through my skirt and underpants.

"But I wanna die." I tried wiggling.

"Tough shit, poor." I pulls out her phone and starts playing while anchoring me down to her bed.

Now that I realize, this is my perfect chance to be a protistute.

"Can I have sex with you to pay for rent instead?"

"I'm not a lesbian." She yawns.

"No worries." I move my hips so it touches her "I have a dick."

"..." Oya-shan stares at me "10PM, one night equals one month off payment, I'll see you in your room, go clean yourself."

"Bitch your water don't even work."