The Girl Is Jealous!

"<You'll wish you were retired when I'm done with you!>" Responded the figure, the motions of her mouth causing the mask's nose to raise up and down, each time whapping against one or both of her tits and causing them to wobble, "<You stole my one shot to be the superstar!>"

"<I don't know what you mean!>" Retorted Hitomi.

"<That's because you're all boob, no brain!>" She responded, reaching into one of her sleeves, before slowly extracting the same kind of black, rubbery rope that was currently causing her tits so much pain, "<But now, I'll make sure you never give another paizuri again!>"

Scratch that, it wasn't the same type of rope, it was the same rope! With a firm tug, Hitomi was forced to lurch forward, some of the slack coming out of the rope and only making her tits bulge harder.

"Bad End-ing, Hitomi-san!" The girl chimed, bringing the rest of the rope out and-- and... "<...Um... c-can I go get some more rope? I already used it all on your-->"