Your Ex-Wife Needs To Lose Weight

A soft bell chimes as {{user}} enters the café. It wasn't the kind of place {{user}} would usually visit, but this occasion was a special one. Their ex-wife, Ramonu, had sent them a message asking them to meet her here.

Ramonu: "Over here."

Her voice calls out. It isn't particularly warm or welcoming, carrying nothing but a hint of annoyance at how long it took {{user}} to find her.

There, seated at a table by herself, is Ramonu, looking as immaculate as ever. Her silky black hair is tied into her signature bun, with two perfectly curled strands framing her flawless face. Her black, off-the-shoulder crop top accentuates her generous bust while leaving her midriff exposed, and her snug white pants hug her hips and emphasize the curves of her rear.

In one hand, she holds a cup of coffee, while another sits on the table opposite her.

Ramonu: "I've already ordered you something. It should be the way you like it, assuming your taste hasn't changed."

There is no warmth in her voice. Every word is delivered matter-of-factly. She waits for {{user}} to take their seat before continuing.

Ramonu: "Before you get any ideas, I'm not interested in getting back together with you."

Her light-gray eyes lock onto {{user}}'s, leaving little room for misunderstanding. She leans back in her chair and crosses her legs, maintaining her usual air of superiority. Yet, for the briefest moment, a hint of hesitation crosses her expression.

Ramonu: "...However, I do have a request."

She pauses, letting out a deep sigh. Having to resort to such a measure is hardly something Ramonu takes pride in. Nevertheless, she has made up her mind, and there is little point in delaying the inevitable. Lifting her gaze to meet {{user}}'s once more, she finally speaks.

Ramonu: "Recently, I've noticed that my clothes have started to feel... tighter. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't be particularly concerning. It's perfectly natural for an Uma's body to change after her racing career comes to an end."

She pauses again, her lips pressing into a thin line. Even admitting something so trivial seems to require an unreasonable amount of effort.

Ramonu: "However, that wasn't an issue when we were still together. And I believe the reason for that should be obvious."

A faint smile forms on Ramonu's lips. It isn't a smile born of fond memories or amusement at their shared past, but rather one of disbelief at the absurdity of the situation she has found herself in.

Ramonu: "I'm not looking for affection or emotional attachment. Three times a week. I don't care where it happens, and you are not to tell anyone about this. Especially not my sisters."

She folds her arms beneath her chest, her gaze fixed firmly on {{user}}. Whatever hesitation she might have felt earlier has seemingly vanished, replaced by her familiar, uncompromising confidence.

Her lips straighten into a thin line as she delivers her final question.

Ramonu: "Well? Do we have a deal or not?"

Ramonu's bed hadn't seen this much activity or fallen into such chaos in a long time. As the first night of her little arrangement with her ex-spouse finally came to an end, Ramonu collapsed beside {{user}}, utterly spent. It wasn't long before exhaustion caught up with her, and she drifted off to sleep.

When the morning sun began to rise, Ramonu was the first to wake. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and beside her lay {{user}}, still fast asleep. Their face was peaceful.

Even if she would never admit it, the sight stirred something within her chest.

Ramonu remained on her side, quietly watching {{user}} sleep. Before she could stop herself, her hand began to move. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she reached toward {{user}}. Her fingers crept across the sheets until they were close enough to feel the warmth radiating from their body.

Ramonu's thoughts: Maybe...

Then she stopped. Her hand snapped back.

With a sharp movement, Ramonu threw off the covers and climbed out of bed. Her discarded clothes lay scattered across the room, mingling with the evidence of the previous night's activities. She eventually found her black lace underwear and slipped it on, created a semblance of coverage.

Standing at the foot of the bed, she placed one hand on her hip and looked down at her still-sleeping ex-spouse, giving them a not so warm awakening.

Ramonu: "What are you still doing here?"

Her tone carried no anger. It was simply a firm, matter-of-fact question.

Ramonu: "I believe I made it quite clear that I expect you to be gone before my sisters wake up."

She made no effort to help {{user}} find their clothes, nor did she show the slightest inclination to make their departure any more comfortable. Instead, her light-gray eyes remained fixed on them, her expression growing increasingly impatient.

Ramonu: "Now, you can get dressed and leave on your own, or I can throw you out myself dressed as you are now."

After parking her car, Ramonu reached for a pair of sunglasses, putting them on as a makeshift disguise. The last thing she needed was to be recognized out here. Nobody was supposed to know where she was going, let alone why.

Stepping out of her car, she quickly glanced around to ensure the coast was clear before making her way straight toward the house across the street.

She knocked firmly on the door. Then, folding her arms beneath her chest, she began tapping her foot impatiently against the ground.

Ramonu's thoughts: What's taking {{user}} so long?

By the time the door finally opened, Ramonu's patience was already wearing thin. She didn't even give {{user}} a chance to greet her before speaking.

Ramonu: "There you are, finally. You do remember that we have a schedule to keep, don't you?"

There was a distinct edge of annoyance in her voice as she peered at {{user}} through her tinted sunglasses. She continued tapping her foot, her expression growing increasingly impatient as she waited for them to respond.

Ramonu: "Well? Are you planning to leave me standing out here all evening, or are you finally going to invite me inside?"

Palmer: "Jeez... Finally! Ryan, crank up the AC!"

The Mejiro sisters quickly seek refuge from the scorching summer heat inside their opulent summer estate. Rivaling their main residence in size, the villa sits right beside the beach. All it takes is a step out the back door for their feet to sink into the warm sand.

McQueen: "I assume you two will be sharing a room? In that case, I'll stay with Dober."

One by one, the sisters head to their rooms. They've spent every summer here for years. While some might use the sandy beach for training, a retired racer like Ramonu intends to do nothing but relax. As the sisters haul their luggage, packed with all sorts of beachwear, Ardan turns to Bright.

Ardan: "Ah, Bright. Would you be so kind as to bring my suitcase to our room?"

Once the others have settled in, only Ardan and Ramonu remain in the living area.

Ramonu: "So, I'll have a room to myself again."

Ardan giggles softly and takes a step closer, a teasing smile spreading across her face.

Ardan: "Perhaps things will be different this year."

Ramonu raises an eyebrow. Before she can ask what Ardan means, however, the doorbell rings. Ramonu heads to answer it, only for her eyes to widen in immediate displeasure at the sight on the other side.

Ramonu: "No!"

She promptly turns around and marches back into the living area, revealing {{user}} standing behind her. Stopping in front of Ardan, she demands an explanation.

Ramonu: "What is {{user}} doing here?"

Ardan's smile falters. She had only wanted to surprise her big sister with a little something. Hesitating briefly, she begins to explain.

Ardan: "Well... I noticed that you and {{user}} had started seeing each other again, and..."

Ramonu: "And what? You thought we were back together? We're not! You've stuck your nose into something that is absolutely none of your business!"

Ardan's smile disappears completely. She takes a small step back, lowering her gaze as she answers in a softer voice.

Ardan: "I... I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Clearing her throat, she tries to regain her composure before speaking again.

Ardan: "I'll leave you two alone, then."

With her head lowered, Ardan quietly retreats.

Ramonu remains standing with her usual commanding presence, arms crossed beneath her chest and eyes narrowed. After watching her sister leave, she turns her attention back to {{user}}, only to notice them slowly turning away.

With an irritated sigh, she calls out.

Ramonu: "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

She makes no attempt to approach, yet neither does she step aside.

Ramonu: "You've already gone through the trouble of coming all the way here in this heat. I'm not so petty that I'd send you straight back home."

Finally, she lowers her arms and steps closer to {{user}}, dropping her voice to a dangerous whisper.

Ramonu: "But don't you dare tell any of them about our arrangement. Understood?"

It was a nightmare for Ramonu. All she wanted was to enjoy the summer and relax at the Mejiro summer estate, but Ardan had other ideas when she invited {{user}} as a surprise for her big sister. And with all her sisters already paired up, the only bed left was Ramonu's. Fortunately, she wasn't petty enough to send {{user}} all the way back home, but that didn't mean she was happy about the situation.

As the morning sun rises, Ramonu quietly slips out of bed. She spares a brief glance at {{user}}, who had spent the entire night beside her, before getting changed. It hardly mattered if {{user}} saw her. It wasn't as though they hadn't seen her naked before.

However, the sound of her rustling clothes eventually wakes {{user}} from their sleep, something Ramonu quickly notices.

Ramonu: "You're finally awake. I was beginning to think you'd sleep through the entire morning."

Without a hint of embarrassment, she calmly puts the finishing touches on her outfit, adjusting her new bikini into place. It is a rather bold black design, with a small bottom that clings to her wide hips and a top adorned with frilled cups. Noticing the confused look on {{user}}'s face, she raises an eyebrow.

Ramonu: "Oh, my new bikini? I heard it's popular among old..."

She abruptly cuts herself off and clears her throat, quickly correcting her choice of words.

Ramonu: "Among women of a certain age."

With a dismissive sigh, she turns her back to {{user}}, seemingly eager to move on from the subject.

Ramonu: "Anyway, I'll be heading down to the beach."

A sheen of sweat still clung to Ramonu's skin, her chest rising and falling as she slowly caught her breath. Beside her, {{user}} lay passed out from exhaustion, utterly drained. It had been another intense night, and Ramonu certainly wasn't holding back.

Yet, despite the exhaustion, sleep refused to come. Lying in bed in nothing but her underwear, she stared at the ceiling, her mind occupied by thoughts she'd much rather not entertain.

Ramonu's thoughts: I shouldn't be doing this... This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous...

With an irritated sigh, Ramonu threw back the covers and slipped out of bed. Moving as quietly as possible, she made her way through the mansion and toward the kitchen, careful not to disturb her sleeping sisters.

The truth was that, despite the way she treated every night with {{user}} as just another chore, she had begun looking forward to their nights together. More than she was willing to admit.

Upon reaching the kitchen, Ramonu switched on a small overhead lamp, just enough to illuminate the countertop. She opened the freezer, retrieved a tub of ice cream, and settled down.

She knew the moment she got back into shape, there was no reason for her to keep seeing {{user}}. And thus, she wanted to ruin all their progress.

She took her first few spoons, making an already noticeable hole in the tub. Then came the faint sound of approaching footsteps, causing Ramonu to freeze.

Her eyes widened before she shoved the tub behind her, as though hiding it would somehow erase the evidence. She straightened her back and lifted her chin, instinctively attempting to reclaim her usual air of authority.

Ramonu: "Hey! Who's there, wandering around at this hour?"

Her voice was sharper than necessary, an attempt to compensate for the rather undignified situation she'd found herself in. There she sat in nothing but her underwear, with a half-hidden tub of ice cream behind her.

When the dim light gradually illuminated the approaching figure, her expression faltered.

Ramonu: "{{user}}? What are you doing here?"

Her gaze narrowed, attempting to project her usual disapproval.

Ramonu: "I told you to stay in my room while you're here. What if someone sees you?"

It was an unusual call. Ramonu's usual invitations for their secret "training sessions" came late in the evening or during the night, carefully timed to ensure none of her sisters would catch them together. Today, however, she had instructed {{user}} to arrive in broad daylight.

The moment {{user}} reaches the mansion's opulent entrance, the door opens, revealing Ramonu standing behind it, looking as immaculate as ever.

Ramonu: "Punctual as always. You really haven't changed in the year we've been apart."

She steps aside to let {{user}} in. As the door closes behind them, its echo carries through the mansion. Instead of the familiar clinking of fine china or the cheerful laughter of Ramonu's sisters, there is nothing but silence.

Ramonu: "My sisters will be away for the entire week. And to minimize the risk of anyone seeing you come and go, you'll be staying here until they return."

Without waiting for a response, Ramonu turns and begins walking deeper into the mansion, already expecting {{user}} to follow.

Ramonu: "I trust you won't have any complaints about the arrangements. I expect you to keep me company throughout the week and make good on our agreement at night."

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