Chapter 30

Special Story Stephenne Ditz Supreme They say it’s no use crying over spilled milk. In other words, regretting something that’s a done deal doesn’t change anything. So you better be careful the first time around. They also say that prevention is better than cure. This means that if you don’t shirk your responsibility in making the right preparations, you won’t have any problems when something goes awry down the road. Putting both of these adages into practice, you may wind up with a black-haired girl wobbling her head to and fro. Her eyes are unfocused, and her face looks like a perfectly formed apple, sweet and red. Her expression is fixed into a gentle smile, like she’s stuck in some sort of euphoric dream. Unfortunately, there’s nothing euphoric about this sight. It’s the face of someone full-on drunk. Amelia sighs deeply, seated next to the drunkard. “See? I told you not to give Stey alcohol… Ares, you big dummy.” Amelia is sulking, and her words don’t suit her. Bewildered, I reply, “…Hey now, I only gave her a spoonful!” I regret the one time I got Amelia drunk, so I took care to only give Stey a minuscule amount. I meticulously chose a fruit liqueur with a low alcohol content and mixed it with soda—a literal teaspoon. One single teaspoon. This is nothing like the time Amelia fell in love with the wine bottle and wouldn’t let go. Not to mention—Stey said she can hold her booze! I didn’t intend to take her word for it, yet, this time around, I realized the truth—lightweights always brag about how much they can drink. Amelia warned me in advance, but this is beyond the pale. Stey’s a complete featherweight. Stey grins foolishly, and Amelia’s face stiffens as she says, “Stey is always ditzy, but this version of Stey is really getting up there.” “You mean…she gets even worse than this?!” It’s my own damn fault for giving her alcohol as an experiment, but I really don’t want to see how bad it can get. I can’t tell if Stey is listening to our conversation or completely oblivious, as she starts to pull on the hem of her skirt. Amelia’s eyebrow twitches. The next instant, Stey makes a grand show of ripping a button off her dress. The button, engraved with the cross scale, falls on the floor. She contorts her body and takes off her dress. Without hesitation, she moves her hand to the buttons of her slip, but Amelia quickly pins her arms behind her back. Stey has completely lost it and announces, her face beet red, “Isso hot. I’m takin’ it awf.” Hearing this brings to mind the time Amelia got drunk. I instinctively erupt at Stey. “You already took it off!” “Stey is a terrible drunk, Ares!” screams Amelia as she struggles to contain Stey. I want to tell her, Takes one to know one! but Stey has truly eclipsed her. At least Amelia had the decency to take her clothes off after announcing it to the world. Stey is now stumbling forward while trying to get naked and, perhaps having realized that Amelia is subduing her, twists her neck around to look her in the eyes. “Amelia… What’re… What’re you tryna do to meee?” “I should be asking you!” “But Amelia… It’s just that… I love you sooo much…” Stey twists her neck around and puts her lips on Amelia’s cheek. It was a sudden move, but Amelia dodges her deftly, like an expert martial artist. She releases Stey, who promptly loses her balance and falls on her ass. “Damn, Amelia, that was impressive…” “W-well, I just have prior experience…” Prior experience…? So this has happened to you before? I grow weary as Amelia looks at me. Desperate not to be misunderstood, she shouts in a panic, “N-no—it was on my cheek! On my cheek, Ares, not my lips. Don’t get any ideas!” Uh, I never even asked in the first place. Amelia is agitated, and Stey definitely takes notice. She’s always a complete airhead, but now, she leaps to her feet with unbelievable dexterity and latches onto Amelia from behind—likely revenge for what was just done to her moments ago. How the hell is she so much more agile now that she’s drunk?! “Eek!” “Hee-hee-hee, I gotcha now…” Amelia squirms frantically to break free, but Stey must have a perfect lock on her—she can’t resist at all. Stey may be a hot mess, but she’s a level-72 hot mess. She squeezes Amelia tightly and says, practically in ecstasy, “Ooh, Amelia… You smell so good… And your body’s so soft, what tasty bits you have.” “Um, umm… Ares… Could you give me a hand here?” Amelia’s timid plea brings me to my senses. Yes, I should help her. I was enjoying this so much that I didn’t realize. I stand up and go to put my arm out when Stey looks at me and smiles languidly. “Hunh? Ares, you wanna bite, too?” “Whaaa—?” “Eek! Stey, wait! Don’t—” My hand stops of its own accord. Stey opens her palms wide and grabs both of Amelia’s breasts from behind. Amelia squirms and lets out a little squeal, but Stey doesn’t flinch as she starts groping Amelia’s breasts. “Da meat gets softer if ya tenderize it, Ares. Today’s speshul cut is…breast meat.” “Are you a chef or something?”