Spy At An All-Girls School!!

After all the fiasco that has happened inside the A.d.u.l.t Section between Keana and Mors, the two are finally led into safety by Jane.

Along the way, Keana also introduced the redhead to the clerk.

The trio now found themselves outside, away from the prying eyes of the Bookstore's owner.

With regards to the situation with the guard though? Let's just say that Jane was able to bribe the man with the latest and exclusive a.d.u.l.t magazines.

"Ahahaha, now that was a close one!!" Keana grinned playfully as she raised both her arms in the air with enthusiasm.

"You two are indeed lucky that I manage to convince dad that you are in school, telling him that you have no reason to be playing around in town as your school is preparing for the upcoming Foundation Festival." Jane laughed at their expense.

"Yeah, thanks for that Jane, I knew I could count on you!!" Keana smiled as she patted her friend's shoulder gratefully.

"Anytime Keana." Jane smiled as she knows that Keana will be doing the same thing for her. Then her eyes widen as the clerk realizes something. "Oh shit, Dad might get suspicious if I'm out here any longer. I got to go. It was nice seeing you Keana."

Jane also looks at Mors with a friendly smile. "It's also nice meeting you Ms. Crimstar. I'd be careful if I were you, Keana can be a pain in the a.s.s at times hahaha!!"

Mors nodded in complete agreement with Jane, every tone of her voice as stoic as ever. "Yes, being drag inside a small and cramp room against my will is indeed what you may call a 'pain in the ass'."

Keana just chuckled nervously in response. "To be fair, I did save you the trouble of explaining yourself to the old man."

Jane laughed wholeheartedly at the redhead's witty statement. "Haha, I can definitely tell that you two are going to hit off quite well!! Anyways, I really got to go now. See you girls later."

And with that, Jane made her exit as she gave an enthusiastic wave at the two girls, going inside the bookstore.

"Heh, that's good old Jane alright." Keana smiled brightly as she kept her eyes at the Bookstore. "She never changes."

Then Keana turns her gaze at Mors, the former seemingly back to her competitive spirit. "Since that's now finally settled…"

With the fiasco reaching its fateful conclusion, their matter with regards to a certain book can't be said the same.

Mors reached out from the back of her skirt with the said book, returning the same level of competitive gesture.

"It appears that we are at an impasse then," Mors said as she eyed Keana with an apathetic expression.

"I agree." Keana nodded with her arms crossed. Then she grinned playfully with an idea. "Fine, Rock, paper, and scissors then?"

Mors was baffled by the girl's bizarre suggestion.

"You're jesting right?" Mors was even more unamused than ever if that's even possible. "You want to settle our ownership of the novel with one of the oldest and simplest games in the book?"

"Ahaha, yep!!" Keana grinned with utmost vigor as she readies herself with the trademark position of the game. "To be honest, it is getting kind of late and I already had my fun here in the city. So yeah, let's settle this once and for all!!"

Mors merely sighed deeply at Keana's antics. Shaking her head, the redhead seems to also be tired after all the ridiculous happenings that just happened in a single episode. With that, Mors finally agrees with the violet-haired girl as she too assumes her own stance of the game. "Fine, what are the rules?"

"Best out of three." Keana grins all too mischievously with skyrocketing confidence, much to Mors' suspicions.

'Ehehehe, that girl has fallen right into my trap.' Keana laughs mentally, her thoughts of achieving that sweet taste of victory right on her fingertips. 'What she does not know is that I'm the freaking master of this game!! No one at school has ever bested me in Rock, Paper, and Scissor hehehe. It may be a game of chance but what many others don't know is that it's all about the psychological pattern. I'm so going to win this!!'

"Very well." Mors calmly agrees with Keana's conditions.

And with that, the two of them readied themselves in perfect unison, screaming the words.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!!!"

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It was a one-sided battle, a brutal, unforgiving match where the loser was utterly crushed mercilessly without even an ounce of remorse.

In fact, it may not even be considered a battle anymore, a ruthless beating where humiliation is being felt on the losing side.

Keana Blakes was seen kneeling on the ground with utter despair, her entire body shaking with pure disbelief at how she was totally defeated in her own game as she stared aguishly on the ground.

"H-how?" Keana muttered the words in agony. "I was supposed to be unbeatable at this game."

"And yet I beat you." Mors retorted quickly as she now assumes ownership of the book. "It seems that the book is finally mine."

"W-wait!" Keana in desperation, her amber eyes threatening to fall in tears as she tries to plead with the girl." L-look, that book, the series, it really means a lot to me. Every night, I would always reread the scenes that I love the most, cherishing every word in all my heart. That book, the series in general, kind of save me from depression, back when I was all but a geeky and shy bookworm during my middle-school days. Sure it may be smutty and just p.o.r.n to others, but once you read at its utmost core, you definitely can't deny the masterpiece that the author has been delivering, with an elaborate plot filled with exciting drama and suspense despite the kinky s.e.x scenes. So, p-please, if you can-"

Before Keana was even given the chance to finish her statement, the book was suddenly thrown to her, much to her utter surprise.

"How pathetic." Mors crossed her arms in annoyance, having a rare feeling of empathy towards the violet-haired girl. "Wipe your tears, I detest anyone assuming such a pitiful state. It seems that is of no joke that you truly love the book, perhaps even more than I have."

"T-thank you." Keana eyed at Mors with appreciation.

"Although." Mors raised her hand, not wanting to hear any more of such weak emotions. "I still am the owner of the book, by right of winning the game. So you are simply borrowing it. I heard about your friend, Jane mentioning that you will be having a festival right?"

"Y-yeah, in about a month and a half from now," Keana answered.

"I see." Mors nodded. "Very well, I'll come back at that specific event to claim what's rightfully mine. Until then, take care not to put a tear on the pages then."

"I will!!" Keana grinned wholeheartedly as she felt touch by the redhead's gesture. "Hehe, you're a cool girl Mors. We are so going to hang out at the festival!!"

"Perhaps." Mors simply answered, neither agreeing or denying.

"Oh crap, it really is getting late," Keana said as she looks at the darkening skies. "Hehe, I have to go now Mors!! See you at the festival!!"

Mors then eyed at Keana as the latter made her retreat in the opposite direction, slowly disappearing on her sights.

"Heh, I didn't know you can be touchy-touchy eh sis?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Mors turned around as Mania made herself known from a corner.

"I just don't want to deal with the girl's wretched tears and emotions." Mors simply responds, not even surprised by her twin sister's sudden appearance.

"Hehe, whatever you say, sis~" Mania smirked teasingly as she wrapped her arms around Mors' shoulders.

As they made their way into whatever direction that they going, Mors could not help but suddenly remembered as a memory from their past resurfaced, kind of similar to the situation with Keana but in a darker way.

"S-sis!!" a young Mania was seen to be crying, her clothes tattered and torn while holding a small ripped teddy bear. "Where are mommy and daddy?!!"

In this scene, they are surrounded by a destroyed town, a place filled with utter destruction in its wake.

Crushed buildings, destroyed houses, and multiple dead bodies surround them all over the place like it was a result of unmercy warfare being struck violently by raging, unbiased genocide.

The young Mors, also with the same condition in her clothes, faced her twin sister apathetically, as she hugs Mania in an attempt to comfort her.

Back at the present, Mors snap herself out from the undesirable memory, an expression of grimace being assumed on her face.

"Weakness," Mors muttered under her breath.

"Never again."