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She was perfect, with her ebony hair tinged by pink highlights. Her figure -oh gosh!- could give Marilyn Monroe a run for her money. Her golden catlike eyes then narrowed at her defeated opponent. Her lips quirked upwards and she gave him a sweet, sweet smile... It was so sweet that if you could taste it, it would taste sweeter than winning Wimbledon. (Come on, imagine it... but you can't can you because you haven't won Wimbledon and probably never will. Well, she managed to win Wimbledon six times already.) Extending a manicured hand to help her opponent up, the woman who was dressed in a tightly fitted tennis swimsuit-uniform turned to the slack-jawed members of Seigaku's tennis club.
"T-Tezuka-buchou is defeated...!" Horio muttered weakly. He felt his confidence in his two years of tennis experience crumble to dust. Behind him, the bodies of the regular members of Seigaku's tennis club were piled up high, all of them defeated in the hands of a woman with extraordinary tennis skills. (Yeah, because after losing they turned to zombies and just... you know, lied down on top of each other. But not in a sexual way.)
Tezuka's lips trembled. "You have managed to let my guard down..." he remarked emotionally. After playing a doomed match with the princess of tennis, the ability to talk with emotion came back to him. "I think... I think..."
"Say it!" The woman urged in a very sensual tone.
"I think I'm in lesbians with you."
This was only the start of their beautiful nightmare...
AN:
Yes, this is only the prologue. I... I didn't really check my grammar. Might as well go crack all the way! Tell me what you think!
Also, if you can speak Tagalog, you would probably know what 'Rayuma' means. :P