Kari Takes Charge
Chapter Three
"Yuma, how dare you go out and duel!" Kari said, when he walked in the door. "I told you not to!"
"It doesn't help that you sat on my cards, that's for sure," Yuma said.
Kari folded her arms. "I sat on them to keep you from dueling."
"Your clothes were on the line. Did you want them to go to Shark due to forfeiture?"
"I wanted you to stop playing card games and focus on your studies."
"No point to that. Kotori studies for me." Yuma put his feet on the coffee table.
"You think girls are going to serve you for the rest of your life?" his sister asked.
"Well, pretty much, yeah," Yuma said.
"It's obvious that your cards aren't the only things that should be sat on," Kari said.
"My cards don't'want any more of your butt, thank you."
"Good, because I have an idea of a different place to put it," Kari said.
"Where?"
"Oh, a place you won't like." And with that, Kari thrust her butt in Yuma's face and released a fart.
Yuma shrieked and demanded that she get off, but she refused. "I've been waiting to do this all day," Kari said. Then she released another fart.
She kept on farting on him, ignoring his protests. Some her farts were tiny bubbly ones, but others were huge and wet. Yuma's nostrils were filled with the foul smell of her flatulence. Yuma started thrashing, trying to get her off, but he felt a warm hand slip in his. "Yuma, don't," the voice belonging to the owner of the hand said.
"Who is it?" Yuma asked.
"Don't you know me?" the voice said.
"No."
"Oh, Yuma, have you forgotten me already? It is I, Gagaga Magician Girl."
"GMG? Really? Can you help me out of here?"
She gave his hand an extra squeeze. "I'm not going to do that."
"Why not? I can't breathe!"
"Yes, you can, Yuma. There's a reason your sister is wearing jeans…to give you a sliver of breathing space, which wouldn't be possible if her bare butt was uin your face."
"I thought that was because she doesn't want any of my brotherly germs touching her body."
"Well, there's that too. But whatever reason, you're not going to suffocate."
"But…oh god!" he yelped, for a huge fart had just erupted in his mouth. It took him a moment to swallow it, and Gagaga Magician Girl kept squeezing his hand to help him get through it.
"It's hard, isn't it?" Gagaga Magician girl asked sweetly.
"Yes," Yuma said. "And I just got a sick notion in my head that I would enjoy it if you were the one doing this to me and not Kari."
He felt her pull her hand away.
"Wait, where are you going?" Yuma asked.
"Oh, Yuma," Kari said. "I'm not going anywhere. I have quite a lot of fart in me yet. I ate all of granny's leftover steaks."
"All of them?" Yuma asked, sweat pouring down his face. There had been an entire refrigerator full of steaks, and if Kari ate them all, Yuma would be under here a long time yet.
"Yep," Kari said. "And mind you keep your sweat to yourself. My jeans don't need any permanent stains from this."
"You're farting in my face, and you're worried about me getting satains on your clothes?"
"Essentially, yes," Kari said, bending forward and releasing a fart that caused Yuma's tongue to feel as if it had wrapped around itself.
"I suppose it's right for you to do so," Yuma said. "After all, if I had lost that duel, you wouldn't have jeans to worry about my sweat getting on. Come to think of it, I kind of wish I had lost that duel, so that Shark could enjoy your panties and purple T-shirt and yellow bandana…"
Kari turned around anf glared at him. "That is it, Yuma!" She stood up on the couch and brought her butt down hard on his face, knocking him into a brief daze. Then she started farting on him like mad, as if she were afraid her butt would fall off if she didn't release all this fart.
Yuma kept whispering Gagaga Magician Girl's name when he could catch his breath between farts, but there was no answer, and he felt a darkness settle over him that had nothing to do with the sun setting and Kari's turning off the lights and leaving a lamp on before resuming her seat and giving this setting an eerie atmosphere, besides the atmosphere of her fart that was filling Yuma's nostrils…
