Horny Lanzhu

Summary - The first two episodes of Nijigasaki season 2, but Lanzhu is horny.

Ship: LanMia, LanShio, MiaShio, LanMiaShio

An air of activity surrounded the students and staff as the new season dawned on the grounds of Nijigasaki. The School Idol Club edited their promotional video, the Drama Club practiced their latest performance, and the Nagashi Somen Club constructed the longest bamboo chute they were allowed.

And throughout all the hustle and bustle, one red-eyed girl who was uninvolved with any of the above received a buzzing in her pocket. Pausing in a corner of a quieter hallway, Shioriko took out her phone to see a text from a childhood friend.

Lanzhu: I made it to Japan!

Lanzhu: [View Attachment]

As her eyes fell on the picture she'd been sent, Shioriko let out a small sigh.

Shioriko: Welcome back

Shioriko: Was the picture of your cleavage really necessary?

Lanzhu: Always!

Lanzhu: Now lemme see that sexy fang of yours!

The ravenette rolled her eyes, but paused to take a selfie, making sure to get a good angle of her mouth. She knew Lanzhu wouldn't shut up about it otherwise.

Shioriko: I see you haven't changed a bit

Shioriko: [View Attachment]

Lanzhu: Itadakimasu~!

Shioriko: How do you still have this obsession with my fang?

Lanzhu: It's your fault for biting me back then

Lanzhu: You awakened the beast

Lanzhu: Rawr

Shioriko only sighed. The school year was about to get a lot more interesting.

Elsewhere...

Lanzhu sighed contentedly as she stared at the image now saved on her phone.

Next to her, Mia snorted. "You're simping over a fang." she disdained.

"No, I'm simping over a girl with a fang," corrected Lanzhu. "Trust me, you'll see what I mean once you meet her."

"If you say so," returned Mia dryly.

As the school's Open Campus went into full swing, Shioriko found herself at one of the entrances, offering pamphlets to passersby and soliciting interested school girls into attending the event. She'd just finished ushering in a pair of attendees when her routine was interrupted.

"Can I get one too?" Shioriko followed the familiar voice back to the confident girl, an easy smile etched on the face of her childhood friend. "I'm back, Shioriko."

"It's been a while Lanzhu," she stated matter-of-factly.

"There are some girls I'd like to meet. Can you take me to the School Idol Club?"

"School Idol..." She blinked, considering. "Yes, I can lead you to their booth."

"Excellent! But first, can we stop by a dark and secluded corner?"

"Hmm? Why?"

Lanzhu tugged at her collar, revealing a patch of beautiful, creamy skin. "I was thinking you might want a bite to eat," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Shioriko pursed her lips, keeping her expression neutral. "I'll take you to School Idol Club. Follow me."

Without another word, she spun on her heel and walked away, Lanzhu keeping pace with ease, going so far as to link their arms together with cheerful laughter.

Such irreverence in this one... The foreigner was absolutely going to be making waves. Though whether those waves would be surfs or tsunasmis, Shioriko was reluctant to consider.

At this point, Shioriko would confess to being mild annoyed with Lanzhu.

Not only had she roped her into playing tour guide, she'd also: A) borderline assaulted a student (when she hug-tackled Ayumu), B) hijacked a broadcast for personal gain (with that other transfer student acting as an accomplice), C) shouted aggressively at school visitors (how many of them understood her mandarin?), and then D) she sang outside the auditorium!

It didn't matter how impressive her performance was. There was only so much Shioriko would tolerate, and that last one really broke the camel's back.

If Lanzhu was going to flaunt school rules so openly, then Lanzhu would have to offer an apology.

After giving her that stern warning and punishment, Shioriko turned on her heel and walked off. She needed to calm down with some soothing paperwork.

Not that she would remain calm for long. Lanzhu always knew how to get a rise out of her...

Several Days Later...

Admittedly, Yu didn't think Mia would take their offer of feeding Hanpen together. But she had, and now the trio of girls were sat around an outdoor bench watching a cat chow down on a tin of pet food. And now that she was staying in one place, Yu took it upon herself to get to know this All-American transfer student.

"Hey, did you make Lanzhu-chan's song?" asked Yu.

"Yeah," confirmed Mia nonchalantly.

"It was really lovely!" complimented the pianist.

"Thanks."

"You two must be really close if you not only wrote that for her, but you transferred with her too."

"I came to Japan for my own reasons," refuted Mia. "And Lanzhu and I aren't friends." She stood, apparently having had enough conversation. "We just use each other."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Lanzhu uses me for songs. I use her for her body."

"...what?"

"I said, Lanzhu uses me for songs. I use her for her body," repeated Mia. "What part of that was unclear to you?"

"I guess... the part about using her body?" said Yu, uncertain whether or not she actually wanted to know.

The natural blonde sighed. "Sex," she clarified. "In exchange for my services as a composer, Lanzhu lets me take her whenever I want. I could literally text her for a booty call right now and she would come." She paused. "Running, that is."

Yu's jaw dropped.

"Not that I would," Mia shrugged, "I'm still satisfied from that quickie we had earlier before the pop quiz."

"That's why you were late to class?!" exclaimed Yu, thoroughly scandalized.

"Yeah," nodded the blonde. "So now you know. That's the extent of our relationship. See ya."

The American walked away, leaving Yu gaping on the bench at the revelations she'd dropped on her. Next to her, Ai had Hanpen situated in her lap, stroking the cat's fur as it napped blissfully after eating.

"That... was a lot of information I didn't want to know," said Yu eventually. "I don't know how I'll be able to look Lanzhu-chan in the eye after that."

Ai looked at her. "Oh? I'm kinda surprised you're so embarrassed."

"Huh? Why?"

"Well... isn't that the kind of relationship you have with Ayumu?"

"WHAT?!" shrieked Yu. "Ayumu and I don't do that!"

"The two of you don't have sex?" asked Ai doubtfully, "Because I distinctly remember the two of you sharing a dressing room last week for far longer than you should have needed to try on one shirt."

"That's completely irrelevant to what we're talking about!" shouted Yu, now sporting an embarrased face of burning crimson. "And even if we DID, it wouldn't be as part of an exchange, it would be for LOVE!"

"Ah yes, because love is everything," said Ai. "Or should I say..." Ai made a pose reminiscent of a fallen angel. "Ai koso subete... Guilty Kiss!"

"This is not the time to be quoting other school idol groups!" shrieked Yu. "I'm embarrassed and flustered and scandalized and I need comforting!"

"Oh? Hagu shiyo?"

"From Ayumu!" cried the pianist as she tore off towards the school idol clubroom. Loud and persisting wails of "AYUMU!" trailed after her, drawing stares and concern from every student in range.

Still sitting at the bench, Ai chuckled at her friend's antics. "Ganbaruby, Yuyu. Ganbaruby..."

"So," said Lanzhu contentedly as she flopped back onto the sheets, "Is my apology accepted?"

Next to her, Shioriko pulled the blanket just a little bit tighter around her naked body as she responded. "Your apology was supposed to be written. And it was supposed to be addressed to the school, not to me."

"Aw, does it really matter?" asked the Hongkonger dismissively. "I got on my knees in the end. Isn't that good enough?"

Shioriko couldn't help but squirm and press her thighs tighter together as memories of what Lanzhu did whilst on her knees flooded the ravenette's mind. "Please just write a letter," she humbly requested.

Lanzhu rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, it'll be on your desk by tomorrow." An idea popped into her head and she sent a lecherous grin Shioriko's way. "I can be too, if you'd like."

"My desk is not a suitable location for... this," refused Shioriko, a blush on her face.

"Oh? But other locations would be fine?" The second-year leaned over to her bedmate with a mischievous grin and ran a finger teasingly down Shioriko's shoulder. "Should I drape myself across your bed then? I can wear that cheongsam you like so much~"

"Lanzhu..."

"Alright, I'll stop," said Lanzhu with a giggle. "But in all seriousness, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. It's nice to catch up with an old friend."

"When did this become your definition for 'catching up'?" mumbled Shioriko bashfully.

Lanzhu's phone suddenly went off, and the girl reached over to check her messages. "Ah, gotta go," she said, getting up.

"Eh? You're going to leave, just like that?"

"I have to. It's part of my deal with Mia. She wants a quickie, she gets a quickie."

"You're really going to-! How insatiable are you?"

"You'll find out tomorrow with that handwritten apology," flirted Lanzhu as she finished dressing. "Till tomorrow Shioriko! Thanks for the sex!"

As Lanzhu left Shioriko's dorm room, Shioriko's face set into a frown. Just who was this American transfer student and what kind of hold did she have on the irrepressible Lanzhu? Shioriko didn't know, but she swore to find out.

This... was not how Shioriko saw herself getting to know Mia better.

It had all started according to plan. Last evening, she'd confronted Mia and insisted on an explanation for the apparent leash she had on Lanzhu, doggedly pursuing the girl across campus the instant Mia decided Shioriko wasn't worth her time. Which was immediately. Shioriko wasn't sure if she'd earned the American's respect or simply annoyed her into compliance, but the end result saw Shioriko stepping into Mia's dorm for what was certain to be heartfelt conversation about Lanzhu.

But one thing led to another, as it usually goes, and soon enough Shioriko found herself sharing Mia's bed, engaging in the sorts of activities that were usually instigated by Lanzhu herself.

And that's how Shioriko found herself staring at Mia's ceiling the morning after, once more clutching a blanket to her naked body for comfort as she pondered over the notion that she was very, very gay. Or at the least, had a thing for foreign women.

Sadly, the afterglow had worn off while they were asleep.

Now Mia was slowly sitting up and looking at her, grey eyes wide and uncertain, as if afraid of the mere idea of having another person in her bed. Meeting her gaze, Shioriko broke the silence first.

"Good morning," she said calmly.

"Oh dear god!" gasped Mia in abject shock.

Shioriko pursed her lips. "That's a rather insulting reaction given what happened last night, don't you think?"

"We can't let Lanzhu know!"

"Ah. On second thought, I now find your reaction to be perfectly reasonable."

The loud thumping of fist on wood reverted around the doom room. It was followed by a terribly familiar voice.

"Knock knock futhermuckers! It's Lanzhu!"

"SHIT!"

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The door cracked open ever so slightly, just wide enough for Lanzhu to catch sight of a familiar grey eye. "Mia!" she greeted. "Wanna hang out?"

"Can't today! Really busy! Go away!" blathered Mia rapidly in her native language. She made to slam the door but Lanzhu quickly stuck her foot through before she could.

The second year pushed against Mia, gaining enough space to stick her head through the door to look at Mia fully, much to the blonde's panic.

"Whoa, Mia, that's a lot of English all at once!" She frowned. "What's going on? You're not usually so foreign this early in the morning."

"This coming from the Chinese girl?!"

"Mia, please. I'm a Hongkonger," stated Lanzhu.

"Not with that romanization," muttered Shioriko as she hid against the wall.

"Is that Shioriko?!" noticed Lanzhu, turning her head toward the ravenette. She gasped with realization. "Wait, she's just wearing your blanket?! And you're only wearing an oversized shirt?! Did you fuck?! Did you two seriously fuck last night?!"

"AHHH! NO! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" cried Mia, slamming the door on Lanzhu's head.

"AHH, Mia stop! You're hurting me!"

Later...

"So you guys seriously fucked?" asked Lanzhu, eyes gleaming keenly with interest.

"So what if we did?!" barked Mia defensively.

"So what?! So...! I want details!" exclaimed the second year.

Mia looked at her in shock. "W-What...?"

Shioriko only sighed. "Of course you do..."

"Come on then! Spill! Did it feel good when Shioriko dragged her fang along your inner thigh?" she inquired eagerly. She turned to the first year. "And what about Mia? Her American appetite translates really well in bed, right?"

"We are not talking about this!" cried Mia.

"Why do you even feel the need to ask?" questioned Shioriko in a more measured tone. "You've slept with both of us. Surely you already have a complete picture of how last night went."

"But Shioriko! Half the fun of sleeping with someone is gossiping about them with someone else! And it's even better when you've both slept with them so you can compare notes!"

Shioriko frowned. "We are not a topic to be studied and written about. Please keep your school life and personal life separate."

"Oh don't be like that! Surely you have some thoughts on Mia you want to share? I know I certainly do." She turned to the natural blonde next. "And Mia, I know you've got opinions. Don't bottle them up, come on!"

"I refuse to participate in this!"

Lanzhu let out a sound of disappointment. "Oh well. That's fine. We can get started without you." She turned to the ravenette. "Ne, Shioriko, did you know about Mia's special birthmark? It's hidden right below-"

"Stop talking about this!" interrupted Mia, her face as red as Shioriko's eyes. She took a breath and her expression changed to one of righteous fury. "You know what Lanzhu? Since you love thinking you're the center of the universe, let's talk about you."

Lanzhu offered an expectant hum but said nothing.

"I think your performance was pretty lackluster," accused Mia.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I didn't have anyone to compare to before, but after last night it's clear Shioriko was much better in every way!"

A playful chuckle fell from her lips. "You don't really mean that," said Lanzhu, "I'm taller, bustier, and curvier. There's no way Shioriko could compare. You're just trying to get a rise out of me," she deduced, flipping her hair.

Though she kept her expression neutral, Shioriko suddenly found that this had become personal to her as well. "I believe Mia-san is correct," she added, deciding this slim chance of humbling Lanzhu was worth taking. "Were I a grader I might award 70 points out of 100."

"Exactly!" agreed Mia, "Three out of five stars on yelp."

"Please. I'm always a ten out of ten," answered Lanzhu with amusement. "But if you're both so insistent on doubting me, I guess I'll just have to step up my game."

"And how're you gonna do that?" challenged Mia.

Lanzhu gave them both a cool look and smiled.

Some Time Later...

"It's good to be me~!" sighed Lanzhu as she relaxed on Mia's bed. Nuzzled affectionately against her sides were Mia and Shioriko, the former on her left, the latter on her right. Both of them couldn't help but be quite pleased with Lanzhu's performance. "So? What's my rating now?"

Mia and Shioriko shared a look, then nodded in unison.

"Three and a half stars."

"Seventy-five out of a hundred."

Lanzhu cracked a grin. "So what I'm hearing is... you both want another threesome?"

"Later," sighed Shioriko, cuddling closer to Lanzhu. "For now I just want to enjoy some cuddling."

"Yeah," agreed Mia, intertwining a hand with Shioriko's. "I could use some snuggles..."

Holding them gently, Lanzhu let out a breath of contentment. "I'm so glad I came back to Japan."

~END~

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Omake: Horny Mia

Last Night...

Yuu and Ai walked along the dorms of Nijigasaki, searching for the American's room.

"I'm sure it was just a joke or something," declared Yuu confidently. "I'm certain of it! I mean, there's no way she's actually using Lanzhu-chan for... for sex." She gulped nervously. "Right?"

They reached Mia's dorm room and Yuu raised her hand to knock. Just then, they heard a familiar voice through the door. "A little lower... Oh! Right there~!"

Yuu's face exploded crimson and she turned on her heel. "Nope! Nope, nope, nope! Bad idea! Never again, never again!"

"You know this is likely just a misunderstanding?" said Ai as she trailed after. "She's probably getting a back rub..."

Within, Mia and Shioriko kept fucking.

AN: Mia's line in the omake is taken from her song Toy Doll. And while in the song she's demanding a back rub, she's clearly getting a little more than that from Shioriko in this story. :P