Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.
Author's Notes: This isn't as nastily stupid and perverted as Chapter 2 and 3. More of a blandish humor. I'm sorry, I like Meilin. I couldn't...do something like that to her. She's under-loved already. *tear tear*
In reply though, I am probably going to do something with Eriol. I'm thinking about a story with him and Mr. Terada or something, and Mr. Terada wanting to teach him the art of masturbation or something.
Interfering Peaches
Meilin held up a grey sports bra, lowering it, she held up a plain off white bra, comparing the two.
She just couldn't decide.
Deciding to take a "walk on the wild side," she tossed the grey sports bra back into her closet, and slipping the white one on.
It fit pretty well, so Meilin put on her shirt and walked out of her room, slamming the door. She skipped through the hallway, and jumped down the stairs, two at a time. She was late for school.
Meilin thought her boobs bounced more than usual, but thought nothing of it and dashing through the kitchen, picked up a muffin. Sprinting out of the house, she stuffed it in her mouth, still running.
She reached the school just in time, entering the classroom a step before the teacher. Breathing a sigh of relief, Meilin slumped in the seat, ignoring Sakura's enthusiastic hellos. Meilin squirmed slightly in her seat, the crisp white fabric of the new bra scratching her skin.
Finally, when she could take it no longer, Meilin twisted her arm back and scratched furiously at the skin around the clasp.
During the passing period, Meilin dashed into the bathroom, pulling off a wad of toilet paper. It became padding between her skin and the bra clasp. Meilin let out a breath of relief. Picking up her books, she walked out of the bathroom and toward her next class.
So, like this, Meilin's day passed, but as soon as the dismissal bell rang, she bolted out of the classroom and sprinted the entire way home.
Fumbling with her keys, Meilin hastily unlocked the front door. Wrenching the door open, she hopped up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Slamming the door shut, Meilin literally ripped her shirt off, and pulled off her bra. Standing into front of the full-length mirror, she pointed accusingly with a finger trembling with rage, at her boobs in the mirror.
"You!"
Meilin couldn't find words to describe the despicability of what she beheld.
"You, boobs!" She spat the word out like poison.
"Why! I oughta have you...cut off! Or," she paused for effect, "...surgically removed!"
"You interfering peaches!"
Syaoran, who had just reached home, heard his cousin's rants and knocked tentatively on the bathroom door, asking cautiously, "Are you okay...?"
"Shut up and go away, you imbecilic male!" Meilin shrieked and waved her arms around for effect. But remembering he couldn't see her, she took a different tactic. Pulling off one of her shoes, she threw it with all her strength toward her cousin's head. And it would have connected with Syaoran's skull too, had the door not been between them.
Syaoran just heard a loud thunk and the piece of door nearest his head splinter and crack slightly.
Furious, Syaoran huffed, "Why!" and stomped off to his room, followed by a feminine shriek of "Imbecile!"
Meilin turned back to her boobs muttering. Remember she wasn't wearing a bra or shirt, she flung the door open and stomped past a shocked Syaoran towards her room. Seeing her cousin's mouth agape, she yelled, "Peeper!"
Slamming the door to her room shut, she ripped her closet apart until she found a sports bra. Pulling that on and a shirt over it, she declared herself ready for war. Striding nobly out of her room and past her still frozen cousin, she went into the bathroom and picked her discarded bra up, wrinkling her nose distastefully at it.
Now for revenge!
Meilin pulled a pair of dull children's scissors out, and began to pleasurably cut up the bra. All the while, she was of course cackling insanely and muttering, "Revenge! ...You shall die up slow and painful death, you shall! Slow.... And painful! Painful I tell you, painful!"
Syaoran, now slightly recovered, peeked around the bathroom door, only to see his cousin madly ripping and cutting apart a poor, helpless, defenseless bra!
He fainted dead away.
But Meilin wasn't finished! Not by a long shot! No, revenge was not yet over.
Scooping up the shredded white pieces she took them into the kitchen, and dropped them in a pot. Oh yes...
She would steam, boil, and stew them. And savor every bite! Meilin's mouth began watering, and she hurriedly began preparing dinner...
Author's Notes: This isn't as nastily stupid and perverted as Chapter 2 and 3. More of a blandish humor. I'm sorry, I like Meilin. I couldn't...do something like that to her. She's under-loved already. *tear tear*
In reply though, I am probably going to do something with Eriol. I'm thinking about a story with him and Mr. Terada or something, and Mr. Terada wanting to teach him the art of masturbation or something.
Interfering Peaches
Meilin held up a grey sports bra, lowering it, she held up a plain off white bra, comparing the two.
She just couldn't decide.
Deciding to take a "walk on the wild side," she tossed the grey sports bra back into her closet, and slipping the white one on.
It fit pretty well, so Meilin put on her shirt and walked out of her room, slamming the door. She skipped through the hallway, and jumped down the stairs, two at a time. She was late for school.
Meilin thought her boobs bounced more than usual, but thought nothing of it and dashing through the kitchen, picked up a muffin. Sprinting out of the house, she stuffed it in her mouth, still running.
She reached the school just in time, entering the classroom a step before the teacher. Breathing a sigh of relief, Meilin slumped in the seat, ignoring Sakura's enthusiastic hellos. Meilin squirmed slightly in her seat, the crisp white fabric of the new bra scratching her skin.
Finally, when she could take it no longer, Meilin twisted her arm back and scratched furiously at the skin around the clasp.
During the passing period, Meilin dashed into the bathroom, pulling off a wad of toilet paper. It became padding between her skin and the bra clasp. Meilin let out a breath of relief. Picking up her books, she walked out of the bathroom and toward her next class.
So, like this, Meilin's day passed, but as soon as the dismissal bell rang, she bolted out of the classroom and sprinted the entire way home.
Fumbling with her keys, Meilin hastily unlocked the front door. Wrenching the door open, she hopped up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Slamming the door shut, Meilin literally ripped her shirt off, and pulled off her bra. Standing into front of the full-length mirror, she pointed accusingly with a finger trembling with rage, at her boobs in the mirror.
"You!"
Meilin couldn't find words to describe the despicability of what she beheld.
"You, boobs!" She spat the word out like poison.
"Why! I oughta have you...cut off! Or," she paused for effect, "...surgically removed!"
"You interfering peaches!"
Syaoran, who had just reached home, heard his cousin's rants and knocked tentatively on the bathroom door, asking cautiously, "Are you okay...?"
"Shut up and go away, you imbecilic male!" Meilin shrieked and waved her arms around for effect. But remembering he couldn't see her, she took a different tactic. Pulling off one of her shoes, she threw it with all her strength toward her cousin's head. And it would have connected with Syaoran's skull too, had the door not been between them.
Syaoran just heard a loud thunk and the piece of door nearest his head splinter and crack slightly.
Furious, Syaoran huffed, "Why!" and stomped off to his room, followed by a feminine shriek of "Imbecile!"
Meilin turned back to her boobs muttering. Remember she wasn't wearing a bra or shirt, she flung the door open and stomped past a shocked Syaoran towards her room. Seeing her cousin's mouth agape, she yelled, "Peeper!"
Slamming the door to her room shut, she ripped her closet apart until she found a sports bra. Pulling that on and a shirt over it, she declared herself ready for war. Striding nobly out of her room and past her still frozen cousin, she went into the bathroom and picked her discarded bra up, wrinkling her nose distastefully at it.
Now for revenge!
Meilin pulled a pair of dull children's scissors out, and began to pleasurably cut up the bra. All the while, she was of course cackling insanely and muttering, "Revenge! ...You shall die up slow and painful death, you shall! Slow.... And painful! Painful I tell you, painful!"
Syaoran, now slightly recovered, peeked around the bathroom door, only to see his cousin madly ripping and cutting apart a poor, helpless, defenseless bra!
He fainted dead away.
But Meilin wasn't finished! Not by a long shot! No, revenge was not yet over.
Scooping up the shredded white pieces she took them into the kitchen, and dropped them in a pot. Oh yes...
She would steam, boil, and stew them. And savor every bite! Meilin's mouth began watering, and she hurriedly began preparing dinner...