"But that's just it. I'm not like you guys! When I do transform... it's like... I loose something really important. I don't know what... but I don't like. I'm not a hero. I'm just some otaku who was thrown into this. I want out. Besides... you guys can handle those... things without my help." Ken placed the pass into Sumire's hands, letting his arms fall to his sides. "You... you should find someone else."
Upon being forced to receive the Rider Pass by Ken, Sumire let out another sigh as she continued to look at the frightened otaku with sad eyes. Before she could plead with him some more, she began to hear loud explosions coming from outside, as well as panicked screams from the various people in the arcade. This caused her expression to change from sadness to a hint of anger as her eyes focused at the door of the women's bathroom. "Very well then.....I shall not beseech you any further, Abare-san. However, I shall leave with you the pillows and the wig. Please return them to me if you ever change your mind about the rider pass," Sumire added, turning her attention to Ken momentarily before switching her focus back to the door. Without wasting any more time, Sumire reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out her own Rider pass as she bolted out of the women's bathroom to confront whatever Imajin was attacking at that moment.
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Meanwhile, back at the Ray mansion, a certain black-haired young man wearing a black speedo, sat lazily on a lounge chair near an olympic-sized pool, sipping a glass of fruit punch from time to time as he watched lasciviously-dressed maids walk around doing all sorts of things. Feeling his stomach rumble quite a bit, the young man -- Shiro Ray -- raised his hand in the air and snapped his fingers, grabbing the attention of one of the scantily-clad maids nearby. "What is it you would like me to do, Master Ray?" the attractive young maid inquired sweetly, smiling at Shiro. "I'm starving. Could you get me a plate of Pizza bread and some more fruit punch, please?" Shiro replied, handing his glass over to the maid. "Yes, master," The maid answered back, bowing down to show respect, as well as to show quite a bit of her cleavage to Shiro, who licked his lips upon getting an eyeful. He then grabbed a quick feel of the young maid's rear end as she turned around to fulfill his request.
Ahh....this is the life. Sitting back by the pool with all these hot babes at my beck and call..... Shiro thought to himself, leaning back on his lounge chair as he closed his eyes.
However, his easy moment would be rudely interrupted by a stomping sound coming from behind, prompting him to open his eyes. He then sat upright on his lounge chair as he noticed many of his sexy servants cowering in fear, instantly realizing what was going on.
Oh god....don't tell me.... Shiro gasped, slowly turning his head around. At once, he saw a solidly-built man with spiky blonde hair standing behind him, his face expressing anger as he chewed on a toothpick. "Hi....Uncle...." Shiro gulped, waving weakly at the blonde man as he attempted to sneak away. Before he could, however, the blonde man -- Shiro's uncle -- merely grabbed Shiro by the neck, forcing the perverted young man to grab on to his uncle's hand and gasp for air -- all while the scantily-clad servants looked on in fear. "So this is how you spend your inheritance money, eh? Shiro?" the uncle replied, his voice quivering with anger.