Send a Martini to Table Eight – Part 03

Among us was a guy who just couldn’t read the room.

“What about me?” asked the only shameless one of the bunch. The spiky-haired idiot stuck out his tongue playfully.

“You literally showed up today,” Mihara said, smacking Orito square in the back.

Still, to be fair, having Orito around had actually made things a lot easier.

“Is there anything you want?” Nene stretched with a yawn, and her assets bounced.

Orito swallowed hard, adjusting his glasses. “Well… if I could just have one squeeze of those massive melons… heh heh heh.”

“Hmm, what should I do? Maybe just a little?” Nene folded her arms teasingly, resting her heavy chest right on top.

“Wait, seriously? You’re not totally against it? You’re saying I can?!”

“Just kidding.” Nene laughed. “What an adorable reaction.”

Mihara’s mouth twitched in disbelief. “A-Adorable? She’s weird, right?”

“Uh… yeah. A little,” Hiramatsu agreed.

“Anyway,” Nene