"That wasn't bad. Not bad at all, considering. What did you think?”
Ms. Fujoshi smiled and reached across the bed to pat him on the head.
“Kind of speechless? Don’t worry, it happens. Wait until we get started on your ass,” she said, and broke out into laughter at his expression. She consoled him by ruffling his hair between her fingers before leaning back against the headboard, her arms folded beneath her breasts and a thoughtful expression on her face.
Ronery-kun just pulled the bedcovers up tighter to his neck and lay there, still trembling, afraid to do more than glance at her out of the corner of one eye.
“Ooh, speaking of – you know Grammar Nazi-kun, don’t you?” she asked, suddenly, turning on him.
“He’s a good head taller than you, isn’t he?” she said, as if realising something for the first time. Apparently seized by whatever it was she had thought of she resettled her glasses on her nose and stared at him, sizing him up quite deliberately in a way that made him nervous.
"Tell me,” she began, a predatory smile flickering over her lips, “what are your true feelings towards him?"
"I- I hate him."
Ms. Fujoshi shook her head.
"You must love him. It is not enough to obey him, you must love him."