Hey, guys! Welcome to another exciting, but short chapter of my newest story, 'Miruku!' In this story, the Wild, Wild Pussycats members complain about their overworked schedule. Tomoko (Ragdoll) makes a suggestion, Ryuko (Pixie-bob) follows up, and Shino (Mandalay) makes it happen.

The Wild, Wild Pussycats members Mandalay, Ragdoll, and Pixie-bob were returning to their dressing room as they finished performing at their pop-up show. As the girls closed the door, they all were sighing heavily.

"God, my dogs are barking," cried Ragdoll as she took off her shoes.

"I swore my feet were speaking in tongues," said Mandalay as she also took off her feet. Upon removing her feet, the girls were met with an odor.

"God, Shino!" Pixie-bob grabbed the nearest magazine from the table as she began waving. "How about opening a window, eh?"

"Screw you, baka," retorted Mandalay as she reached for the baby powder beside her. "At least it is my feet. I wasn't the one taking a 'bathroom break' after someone mentioned in the audience during autographing, 'Did you guys smell shrimp?'"

Pixie-bob immediately went silence. She was beet red from the sudden rebuttal. It was also met with silent laughter from the other girls.

"Girls, girls. Let's be nice and modest." The fourth member and manager of the Wild, Wild Pussycats, Tiger entered the dressing room when hearing the scuffle. "Great job, ladies! We were a hit! The manager of the venue decided to book us for three more nights!"

The news was met with groans from the exhausted girls.

"Really? Jesus!" Ragdoll said as she slapped her forehead.

"This is neverending," cried Pixie-bob as she shook her head frustratingly. "And we just finished a few venues earlier today."

Mandalay didn't respond. Instead, the brunette reached for her make-up kit as she was cleaning her face. "Try to look at the bright side, ladies. We are making money and we are making ourselves known as the exuberant Pro Heroes!"

Tiger was pleased by Mandalay's enthusiasm as he gave a thumbs up. "You see, girls? Take a page from Mandalay's book. She is optimistic and knows that our vision of this franchise is going to be great!"

Pixie-bob fixed her lips, scoffing at Tiger's remarks. "That's only because her name is called at every single moment."

Ragdoll nodded as she started to remove her fake eyelashes. "Right, Ryuko! I couldn't even speak without the fans crying out for Mandalay!"

"Mandalay! Mandalay! Bring out, Mandalay! Raw! Raw! Raw!" Pixie-bob said mockingly. "We were barely in second place, if not honorable mention."

Tiger intervened once again. "Girls, please! Don't be modest! Remember our motto?"

"We don't have a motto," retorted Ragdoll.

"Our motto is to remain as a family, stick as a family, and to stand by each other as family," replied Mandalay.

Tiger nodded in agreement. He snapped his fingers. "Someone has been reading the manual." He nodded again. He clapped his hands. "All right! Our limo is here and will take you guys back to the hotel. I will be outside waiting for you all." He bowed before his teammates before closing the door.

Ragdoll stretched her hands to relieve her tension. "God, I need some relief. Better yet, a massage!"

Pixie-bob whistled loudly. "Amen, sister! Know any masseuses at this hour?"

"I thought you would know since you frequented the host clubs on your spare time," replied Ragdoll.

"Jesus! One time I make the one time I go to a host club that offers happy endings and you won't let it die," said Ryuko annoyingly. "And I didn't see you object to it. Especially when it came to that one green-haired guy."

Ragdoll clenched her lips. "So!" She crossed her arms. "So, what? He was cute. Kinda reminded me of him." She stuck out her tongue. "I didn't see you object when he performed a lap dance on you."

"So? He was dancing?"

"You made him pull dollars from your pants!"

Mandalay finally spoke, silencing the girls. "Ryuko, Tomoko!" Her arms were crossed. Whenever she did that, she was in a position to make an announcement. The girls knew their place as they focused on her.

"Thank you! Bickering and arguing won't take us anywhere," she informed the ladies. "If you guys didn't recall. I, too, was there at that host club and he gave each of us the dance and the massage of a lifetime."

Ryuko and Tomoko glanced at each other before delivering Shino the approval nod.

"Instead of bickering about it, why not go and frequent that host club again," questioned Shino matter-of-factly.

Tomoko spat out. "Unfortunately," she paused blushing. "The host club was closed indefinitely after reports that the workers were actually high school students."

Shino patted her chest, keeping her composure. "I am going to ask you again. Shall we frequent that host club again?"

"Again," asked Ryuko.

The brunette nodded approvingly. "What if I tell you guys that I am an exclusive member of an elite club that caters to girls like me?"

"Girls like you," retorted Tomoko.

A smile spread from her face. "Girls that enjoy the little brother experience?"

"Little brother," said Ryuko nervously. "I knew that boy, in particular, looked young. He had childish looks and he was a cutie. But I am not a shotacon."

Shino silenced them. "Easy with that word, buttercup." She scanned the area before alerting them to narrow their distances. "I am not a shotacon! These boys here aren't children. Some are in high school, yes, but all are at the age of consent." She leaned back to the chair as she grabbed herself. "I, for one, love the idea of doting a little brother. I love my Kota and I dote him with everything." She made a loud sigh. "However, he is my blood and a child." She rubbed her legs, giving herself a sensual feeling. "When I am talking about doting my little brother, I am talking about smothering him with lots and lots and lots of love...and feeding him my luscious goodies."

Neither girls spoke. Actually, they were trying their best from releasing their moans.

"My black card is the most elite of the elite." She reached into her bra to display the black card to the girls. The Pussycats saw the black card that was embroiled in gold writing.

The Honey Lemon Society

Shino crossed her legs, eagerly excited to arouse the other pussycats. "You see, my sweet kittens. I have access to any boy. When I want, how I want, and where I want." She licked her lips. "I can be out of the prefecture and a boy will be ready to order. Overseas? Yes! Next door, yes!" She returned the card back into her bra. "Tomoko?"

She widened her eyes. "Yes?!"

"Tell me, sweetness. Did you remember the boy's name?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I-I-I can't remember?"

Shino nodded. "Ryuko?"

Ryuko shook her head disapprovingly. "No, unfortunately, I didn't catch." She hissed. For a quick second, flashbacks of the events that followed seeped into her mind.

The boy was like a mist that flooded my mind. I was too hypnotized by his nimble body that I couldn't produce any words. I felt like a mother. I was aching. My tits were hardening, wanting so badly to release milk for him to suckle. I wanted more than suckling. I wanted to be bathed in his own milk. I wanted that white essence to wash me in such a way. He smelled of oatmeal raisin and milk.

"He smelled of milk," said Ryuko out loud. She covered her mouth when she realized what she had said. She turned beet red.

"It's okay, darling," said Shino. "Honestly, I must thank you, girls, for allowing me to come with you guys that day. It pulled my heartstrings." She reached for her cell phone. The other Pussycats watched her dialed a few numbers before putting her phone on speaker.

"Nyaa, little one!"

"Nyaa!"

"Your mistress of the night is calling for her little brother!"

"Nyaa!"

"I also have a couple of kittens that want to play with you, too!"

"Nyaa!"

"Come to my apartment in two shakes of a lion's tail. If you are a good little kitten, your onee-chan will have a HUGE surprise for you!"

"Nyaa!"

"I love my little kitten otouto! Speak to you soon!"

Ryuko was grateful that she was wearing a pad for her panties were getting soaked. Tomoko's nipples were erected from her costume.

Shino displayed her bedeviling smile. "So, buttercups! What are your plans for this evening?"

To be continued….

As always, my apologies for such a short chapter. Writer's block is a mother! Stay tuned for the next chapter. Thanks for reading!