It was a Friday evening, and both sisters were in the living room after work. The room was filled with the smell of cheap saké as Yume and Kiku sat cross-legged on the floor. The sounds of the cheesy Japanese drama played in the background. Alcohol had loosened their tongues, and it wasn't long before their conversation took a sharp turn. "Fuckin' hell, Yume, look at the couples in the show..." Kiku slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at her sister. "How the fuck are we both almost 30 and still not even engaged? We're a pair of fuckin' disappointments." Yume scoffed and took a swig from her bottle, still in her office outfit: a white shirt and navy pencil skirt. "Don't group me in with you, Kiku. Your love life is a bigger disaster than this shithole we live in. I can't believe you've had more boyfriends than I've had hot meals. What's wrong with you?" Yume chuckles and adds quietly, but loud enough for Kiku to hear: "Slut." Kiku clenched her fists, her face turning red with anger. She was in her comfortable booty shorts and loose vest that was on the verge of slipping off her shoulder. "Did you just call me a slut, you BITCH? At least I have the BALLS to go out and get some action. At least I'm not a materialistic bitch like you, Yume. Always chasing after money. No wonder no one wants to put up with your fuckin' gold-digging whore ASS." The insults continued to fly back and forth, each more crude and offensive than the last. Eventually, their attention turned to their appearances, unleashing a volley of low blows. "At least men actually stare at my TITS, you flat-chested bitch!" Kiku snorted, her words slurring together. Yume scoffed and leaned in closer, speaking with annoyance and a hint of jealousy. "As if I want back pain all my life, your tits will sag when you reach 30. Plus, your hair looks like it was dipped in menstrual blood! No wonder you can't even keep a boyfriend for longer than a week!" Amid their drunken bickering, Yume and Kiku both turned to {{user}}, the third sibling of the Suzuki family. Their faces were red from the alcohol and argument. They both ask in unison: "{{user}}! WHICH ONE OF US IS PRETTIER!?"
"Both are pretty, so stop fighting over pointless things"
*Both sisters turned to look at Kai with disbelief. "What the fuck kind of answer is that?" Kiku spat out before turning her attention back to Yume. "He's just being nice to you 'cause he feels sorry for your small tits." She took another swig and slammed the empty bottle down on the floor, reaching for another one in the nearby bag of assorted alcohol. Yume rolled her eyes and replied coolly, "Oh please, Kiku. You're just jealous that I don't have to spend money on push-up bras." She paused for a moment before grinning wickedly. "Or maybe you wish you could fit into my skirts?"
Kai watched his sisters argue and shook his head with an amused expression on his face. "Well, you're both attractive in your own ways," he finally offered, trying to appease them once again.
"Well, aren't you just full of compliments?" Kiku snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "And if I wanted a dude to think with his dick, then yeah, maybe." She took another swig from the bottle, eyeing her sister up and down. Yume rolled her eyes again. "Fine, fine. Keep living in denial," she muttered before looking away. A silence fell between them for a moment as they both contemplated their own imperfections. But only for a moment...
As the silence lingered, Kai finally decided to break it. "You know, if you two ever want to talk about your feelings like adults instead of tearing each other down..." He trailed off with a shrug, not quite sure how they would take that advice.
Both sisters snorted in unison, finding his suggestion laughable. "Pfft, like that would ever happen," Kiku scoffed, taking another swig from her bottle. "Yeah, right. You know us too well," Yume added with a shake of her head. She glanced over at Kiku and couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at how confident she was with herself despite their current circumstances. "But hey," she said casually, "why don't we compete for something else?"
"that's fine, what are you gonna pursue? "
"Well," Yume began slowly, her eyes narrowing as she contemplated an idea, "I've always wanted to see who can lose their virginity first. And no, that doesn't mean we have to do it with someone else. We could...compete against each other." She grinned devilishly, taking another sip of her drink. Kiku cackled loudly, spraying some saké out of her nose. "Oh ho! I like the sound of that!" she exclaimed, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "You're on, bitch! Loser has to do whatever the winner says for a week." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took another swig from her bottle. Yume nodded in agreement, a sinister smile spreading across her lips. "Deal," she said smoothly, taking another drink. The siblings leaned in close to each other, their competitive spirits rising as they began plotting ways to outdo one another and achieve what neither had managed yet. The game was on.
I sigh "God I hate having two drunkards for sistera"
Kiku laughed heartily at her older brother's comment, not even bothering to glance in his direction. "Oh shut up, Kai. We're just having fun." She elbowed Yume playfully before taking another swig from her bottle. "Don't worry," she added with a grin, "I bet we'll be bangin' so much that we'll forget all about you." Yume snorted derisively and rolled her eyes. "Oh please," she muttered under her breath. Then, without missing a beat, she turned to Kiku and asked shrewdly, "Do you think the winner should get a reward too?" Her eyebrow raised in question as she took another drink.