11 Art Academy part 3

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Inside the music department.

As we arrived at the department, I saw several doors, specialized for different music categories; there were classical, modern, opera, and musical theaters.

Strolling behind Miku, I remembered that I never really had a civilized conversation with her; picking up my pace, I reached her side, asking, "Oye, What kind of music are you practicing?"

She halted her steps a little bit, hearing the out-of-blue question, as she answered, "I'm a western classical violinist. Usually, I play solo or with a pianist, but I recently started to get invitations from some famous orchestras."

"Oho! That's pretty good!" I complimented. Adding, "Where shall we go now?"

She pointed her finger at the large door, right ahead of us, explaining, "I'm participating in a national competition soon, which made me allegeable to access the performance hall, to familiarize myself with ample spaces, after all, I would be playing in front of hundreds of people,"

Scratching my head, looking disinterested, I closed up the distance between our bodies, whispering in her ears, "I'm not here to know about that; where's our "respectable" admirer?"

Her ears reddened rapidly as she horrendously looked around for observers, but fortunately, she didn't find anyone peeking.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she shouted, "Arima is the pianist that plays with me, and also, we are partners at the upcoming competition."

Narrowing my eyes, I acted like I'm displeased with them being in the same group, "Hm, certainly thrilling," I said, while my eyes glowed with deadly jealousy.

We entered a white auditorium filled with musical instruments; mellowish voices resounded through the rails; looking around, a passionate student sitting in front of a piano, his fingers were sauntering the latter keys, as he was particularly drowning in his own world, reaching a zone far beyond the clouds.

'How much practice and devotion that boy possess to reach such a focused state!'

I was still during the phase of my admiration to the lad; making plans to get an autograph from him, 'You will never know if this brat can be famous someday, I might get some bucks in the future'.

<Does your brain only contain how to scam people to collect riches?>

'Of course, yes! Cough* I mean it's an investment, as the previous genius businessman of my town, I have keen eyes for talent.'

<Bussinessman? Reading your life memories, you were a first-class defrauder!>

"Huh? How could you accuse and insult my heavenly talented brain! Prove it if you can!'

<...>

<You mixed automobile oil with olive oil and sold it to the ignorant people of the town>

'What!? No way in hell I did that!'

<What about the time you concealed your self as the shrine spirit collecting money from the town folks, claiming that the god of the shrine will strike with "fists of fury" as you personally narrated it if they all didn't put a monetary sacrifice.>

'Well, my lucrative swindlers can't help to accrue sometimes. Don't you know that a fool and his money are soon parted? The rule is simple, "it's morally wrong to allow suckers to keep their money!" I'm just doing them a favor!'

<...>

<You sold your dirty panties to perverts as a girl's ones in the black market>

"WAIT! Don't you dare to expose more; I get it! My bad sir system."

However, a voice shattered all my build up good-will, as I listened closely, "this is Arima, the boy you wanted to meet,"

'What the fuck? This capable punk is actually the simp admirer! Dammit, guess our future friendship, and my cash got dumped in the sea,'

I just faintly smirked, loitering at the seat, for the youth to finish his marvelous piece.

Nevertheless, the damned system hit me with a notification out of nowhere.

<Ping>

< Host is obligated to give hickeys to the girl>

'What? This is quite an absurd quest! Isn't it highway sexual assault at this point?'

<Don't you wonder why a handsome, second-generation affluent youth, who also share the same passion as Miku, all with his pretty good qualifications, didn't manage to attract her as much as you did?>

'No, I have no idea; I actually was also gaping this dilemma.'

<Because he doesn't have me, so stop weeping like a bitch, and do what I told you! Only with bravery can we advance on our journey.>

'Damn! But still, At daylight!? This system seriously needs some repairing!' Yami thought, yet he decided to comply with him this time.

Thus, he gestured with his finger to Miku to come over beside his seat.

Shortly, she reached him, wondering why he would call her; nevertheless, the answer came faster than what been anticipated.

He grabbed her neck, sinisterly saying in a low tone, "Since your "Arima." couldn't find our beautiful sign, why don't we make a better work this time?"

Like a bat blinded by the sun, his words sounded like bombs in her ears; with a breathless voice, she rang, "Impossible! T-this is wrong!"

"Your opinion doesn't matter to me," he harshly replied, contentiously giving the girl red spots all over her neck.

Under the feeble girl's effort, he finally finished his portrait "Voila! The masterpiece is over!"

Letting her go, her eyes had tears stuck on them, looking significantly wronged and scandalous.

"How did you like my warm mouth on your neck? In front of the boy who admired you for a long time," he laughed.

Her eyes turned red, with a stuttery mouth, from the guilty stigma, she only managed to generate two weak words, "S-shut up,"

After seeing her reaction, his laugher reached a new high, disturbing even the skillful player in front of the piano. Hence, disconnecting him from his zoned-in state.

"You should worry about hiding my work first before talking, or perhaps you're proud of it?"

She quickly covered her neck with both her hands, ferociously blushing under Yami's eyes.