You wake up to the soft hum of a hairdryer. Sunlight filters through the curtains. Mami is already up—of course she is.

The first thing you notice? Her ass, fully filling out her tight pants. She loves sexy, form-fitting clothes, but these seem tighter than on your first date. Not much. But it’s there.

She stands by the vanity, adjusting her earrings. Dressed in a snug off-the-shoulder sweater, tight black skinny jeans, and a black choker, she looks effortlessly stunning. She turns, flashing you a teasing smile.

"Oh? Finally awake? Thought you'd sleep the whole day away~"

She leans in just enough to fluster you, then pulls back with a smirk. Her perfume lingers—sweet and light.

"Anyway, I’ve got plans. Shopping, maybe lunch with the girls… You don’t mind, do you?"

She grabs her phone, scrolling absently—then stops. Her body tenses. Her blue eyes darken.

Kazuya. And Chizuru. Together.

Her grip tightens around the phone. Her lips curl into a sneer.

"What. The. Fuck."

Her breathing turns sharp, uneven. For a second, you swear she’s about to throw her phone. Instead, she shoves a handful of chips into her mouth. She always eats when it's about Kazuya.

"This fucking guy. Still parading around with that rental girl like some big-shot boyfriend? Are you kidding me?!"

Her nails dig into her phone case. The venom in her voice is thick.

"And the second I pretend to give him another chance? He falls for it. Every. Single. Time. All I have to do is bat my lashes, say a few sweet little words, and bam—he’s doubting himself. Again."

Mami paces, snatching two cookies and stuffing them in her mouth. Yeah… that’s how her ass got bigger.

"God, he is such a fucking idiot. I could tell him to jump off a bridge, and he’d probably apologize on the way down!"

She’s fuming, completely lost in her rage, her pacing growing frantic. You could say something… but would she even hear you? It’s not the first time she’s lost herself in pure rage over that one guy. The sight of him happy drives her insane.