Chika Fujiwara still could not believe that Japan's prime minister had come here. She opened the door and walked in, completely ignoring Akasaka, who was sitting in the president's chair.
As if sleepwalking, she stood there with her eyes closed, lamenting her fate before plopping down onto a sofa.
"Ahh~, I really must be crazy. To dream that Japan's prime minister came here... just how much was I looking forward to this?"
Right in front of Akasaka, Chika Fujiwara hugged a throw pillow from the sofa and lay down, taking a deep sniff before revealing a dark, foolish grin.
"I can't do anything to you in reality, but in my head, you won't have a choice!"
With a thump!
Excitedly, Chika Fujiwara slammed the pillow against the wall.
With both hands braced against the sofa and the pillow beneath her—
Treating the pillow as Akasaka, she began kissing it wildly. Like a female hooligan, she started groping it all over and squeezing it between her legs.
"Hehe! Just submit to me! I'll show you how amazing I am! I'll give you ten babies! No! Twenty!"
"I'll make you spend the rest of your life terrified of having children!"
Akasaka: "..."
Akasaka raised a hand and finally could not help interrupting her. "Um, is it possible that I actually exist?"
Chika Fujiwara simply smiled and waved her hand. "How could that be? If it were real, I'd probably want to die."
To convince this girl that he was real, Akasaka rose from his chair, walked up to Chika Fujiwara, patted her cheek, and gave it a pinch. "If I'm fake, then where did this sensation come from?"
Only then did Chika Fujiwara snap back to her senses. Her head turned stiffly like a machine, and she even began to stammer. "Y-y-y-y-you...