Mistress Arisu

"What a vulgar expression~ What unhelpful domestic animals..." Arisu clasped her arms and tsked disdainfully. In the dimly lit halls, the girls who used to belong to the last firm were crying, probably still having some silly dreams about someone saving them. Or maybe they were still having fantasies about that naive playboy. P-san, blech. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of that name. How stupid, how on earth had she become infatuated with him before? Just the thought that her hands, which were exclusively owned by her master, had once made chocolates for that man, that he had put them in his mouth, that she had once imagined him eating her out... She could barely suppress the urge to vomit. "Quiet!" Arisu's heels tapped methodically against the marble floor, her latex gloves and tights glistening in the dim club lights, her creamy, voluptuous thighs visible in the high-rise cutout of her minidress, the latex tightly squeezing her waist. The cut of the dress didn't leave much to the imagination, her backside completely bare, the minimally cut neckline slightly revealing her pink areolas, which were obviously ready to welcome the camera flash and the lust of the crowd. As for the black-themed skirt, it couldn't even be called a skirt, it was just the fabric that trimmed the high-cut tights that were tightly strung into the crotch. A modification of the suit from the last firm, this "Dusty-sky bride" was a sign of her break with her childish past. Those snivelling girls don't know what it means to be a trendsetter in the entertainment industry, they're just naïve girls who believe in friendship and that hard work can lead to success. Even the most naive and ignorant little girl should know what her fate would be upon seeing her in this outfit and that seductive smile that didn't belong to a primary school student at all. A cry of sorrow echoed through the crowded hall. "Tch. Act more grown!" She snapped her fingers impatiently and looked at the ignorant girls with the same eyes as she would the garbage under her feet. A few of them were a few years older than her, and, and, damn, it was those sows that just steal her chance to shine in front of her master! Arisu's chest was heaving, she was so angry that she felt like her body was about to burst, the veins on her forehead throbbing as she tried to resist the urge to rush forward and beat up those ignorant little pigs. Just as she was about to teach a lesson to those dairy cows, her slender arm was squeezed by muscular fingers. "Ah~Master~" Almost instantly, her voice became so sweet that she couldn't recognise it herself. Her hungry fingers caressed the man's pecs, and when he coughed softly, the seemingly strong girl immediately dropped to her knees to pledge her allegiance to him and his erect manhood. After all, she was just an elementary school girl, a little girl pretending to be mature, but this man was willing to call her “Mistress” - oh❤️how generous of him! That stupid, naive P-san would never realise what it was like to be an adult. "Master~ Your onahole humbly proposes...how about continuing our rehearsals today?"