He meets someone highly umpleasant

Walking down the stairs after enjoying the sensation of Junko's breasts I look at the earings she basically **** me to use. I know they look goddam awful, but fair is fair and I did get a great reward in exchange.

Her breasts were as perfect as ever, just remembering them again I can almost droll from how they felt. They were literally quite perfect.

I smile goofily as I walk, the memory of them in my mind, my hands moving to put the earings in place when I end up hitting on someone that was running past the corridor.

We both end up falling on our backs, I hadn't yet put the earings on but as I saw who it was a scowl appear in both our faces.

"So it was you, pervert. I should have guessed only someone as idiotic as you would ever not pay attention like that when walking." The girl said to which I scoff.

"Excuse me but you are no better. What, were you trying to imagine where you could take the better picture of this dumb corridor and you lost the ability to look around?" I ask with bite.

"I was not, and besides even if I was I am sure my pictures would be still better than any of your perverted trash, you who only knows how to tarnish the art of photography! Why don't you go and find a proper job and become worthy to be called at least a human being instead of whatever you are. You are not manly at all." She retorted.

"At least I don't act like your trash doesn't count as art. Besides, the pictures I take are much more sought after than what you do. Who would want to look at dumb flowers or something equally stupid anyway, the pleasures that bring about the desires and dreams of humanity are much more interesting and more fitting for the greater good."

"As if. My pictures are immortalized pieces of art, yours are just something a perverted 12 years old idiot would use to jerk off."

This discussion continued for the next 20 minutes, both of us hitting heads again. We are like fire and water, we don't get along in the slightest and always hit heads without fail.

She has dark red hair in a bob cut, olive-green eyes, and a pale face with light freckles across her cheeks. Her outfit consists of an olive-green school jumper with a plaid white-and-orange tie, which she knots around the collar of her uniform shirt. She wears dark green knee-high socks, and her shoes are a dark shade of forest green. Directly below the opening of the socks, there is a small orange symbol.

She has a decent body and is quite fit even if nowhere near some of the more athletic-related types. Her ass is taut and her breasts are a firm C-Cup, she has gone out with many boys and I bet that she is a submissive at heart that is just waiting for the right man to claim her as the little bitch that she is.

She is Mahiru Koizumi, the Super High School-Level Photographer.

As we distanced ourselves after much discussion and we both disliking one another just a bit more I put on the earings and sigh to myself.

"It is just such a shame, I wish she would actually want to help me out on taking my pictures. I am sure she could help me bring out even more of the hidden sexiness of the girls from this school. I mean, normally shouldn't two people who love taking pictures as much as we do at least try and help one another? But I guess it wouldn't happen, I bet she would rather go boyfriend hunting only to be disapointed again by one thing or another. Seriously, that girl has such a high standard, but I bet that normally inside she is just a bitch wanting someone who can just take her as the massochist bitch that she is. Heck, I bet that she would normally even walk around without underwear just to tempt someone to take her. Not that anyone would, normally no one would even want to touch such a girl like her, with how she is and all that." I say without much thought.