'Fuuka senpai' The world's worst wingman part-2

''Wow, you still have your poker face. Nothing can faze you can it?'' Fukka tossed me a towel like she was expecting me to get drenched.

This woman.

Tho, there was something different about Fukka, and it had to do with what she was holding. A ball of fur. A dog.

It seemed to be those small breeds, the extra cuddly kind.

''I aimed for the one with the biggest paws and floppiest ears.'' She said while petting the dog.

'' I don't get it.''

'' You see, studies have shown these are the most significant factors that make a woman sleep with a guy, just to hang out with his puppy.''

'' I still don't get it.''

Fukka ignored what I was saying and handed me the dog and its collar.

'' Now leash up your new best friend and take him to the park. Once you've identified your target, I will tell you what to do.''

''.....''

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Just as Fukka ordered, I walked around the park with my brand new dog. The Bluetooth earbud still on. Most people looked at me funny, probably wondering why a student has a pet.

When I asked Fukka about it, she said something about senior privileges.

After searching for a while, I found a gorgeous and interesting target. There was a girl sitting alone on a beach towel in an isolated area on the grass, drawing something in a sketchbook.

Her thigh-length purple hair shined in the sun. It was tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side and purple eyes. Her most iconic feature was her scowl.

Even though she was doing something as peaceful as drawing, she had an angry expression planted on her face.

Most people would naturally find a look like that undesirable, but it only added to her charm. Kinda makes me wonder if she is gonna look pissed off even during sex.

< Alright, Now let the puppy loose in her direction and give chase. >

Just like that, I released the collar from the dog, Immediately it ran in the direction of purple hair.

The cute barks of the puppy alerted purple-hair, she dropped her sketchbook before catching the running dog.

She picked it up and stared at the puppy for a few seconds, her scowl still adamant on her face. Guess a cute puppy isn't enough to change that..........or so I thought.

In the next second, she showed a rather meek smile before burying her face in its fur like it's a teddy bear. I didn't expect her to fawn over the dog this fast.

< What surprised? The only thing more attractive to a woman than a puppy is a puppy made out of chocolate diamonds >

I approached purple-hair, while the collar was still in my hands.

She looked up at me probably wondering if I'm the owner.

''I'm new at this whole dog thing. I was walking by a burning building and saved this little guy. But now I'm not sure if my dorm is puppy safe.'' I just told her the B.S script Fukka told me to memorize.

Purple-haired appeared too preoccupied with rubbing her cheeks against the soft white fur of the little puppy to pay attention to the details of what I was saying.

Guess she's a dog person.

''Maybe you could help me out?''

''Oh...'' She suddenly seemed interested. ''What's his name?''

"No, you'll make fun of me." I tried to sound embarrassed, even though it came out monotone.

''Come on, you can tell me, I promise I won't laugh,'' She said while scratching the puppy's ear.

"Well, actually, my dog's a she. I named her after one of my idols."

"Okay, what's her name?"

I did a dramatic pause before the grand reveal. "Micheal Obama."

''Pfft....hehe,'' She giggled.

Even though she promised not to laugh, I didn't mind. In fact, I kinda liked it. Purple-hair doesn't seem like the type to ever laugh, so the fact that I somehow managed to do it seemed like an achievement of its own.

Maybe listening to Fukka wasn't a bad idea after all.

< Awesome! Now take your target home and teach her how to sit and roll over. >

''There you are.'' Before I could talk further with purple hair, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

Chabishira Sensei stood there with her arms folded, staring at me annoyed. Her lustrous black hair which is typically in a ponytail, was now lose, Reaching all the way to her back. But what drew my eye was her attire. A black tank top with black shorts, like she just got out of the shower. I have never seen her wear something so casual before.

'' Wow sensei, I like your dress.........but it would look even better on my bedroom floor.''

I discovered that I kinda like teasing Chabishira sensei, mainly because she doesn't say anything back. So I'm trying to find out how far I can push it.

''Can I have my dog back?'' And as expected sensei sighed and ignored my comment.

I looked at Michele Obama behind me, who was currently resting in Kamuro's lap.

Wait doesn't the belong to Fukka? Did she steal a dog....no, no..even Fukka wouldn't go this far? Right? RIGHT?

''That's not yours..'' I told her unsure.

''Really?'' She showed me an 'I don't believe you face'. '' Ms. Cupcake come back to mama.''

Micheal Oba- I mean Ms. Cupcake reacted quickly, leaping off Kamuro and sprinting back to Chabishira sensei, licking her feet.

I'm not sure which is more shocking: Fukka stealing a puppy or the idea that someone as serious as Chabishira sensei named their dog 'Ms. Cupcake.'

She gave the puppy a treat from her pockets, before taking it back with her to the direction of the teacher's dorm. She didn't even give me a second glance.

....

Well.... that just happened.

I shrugged it off and started walking away. When I realized something.

I looked back at purple hair behind me, her eyes were hidden behind her bangs, and her hands shaking. It doesn't take a genius to figure out she's pissed. More specifically, pissed at me.

Well, that relationship is unsalvageable. Mmmm...Fukka did tell me about a backup plan. Might as well use it at this point.

I put the dog collar around my neck before handing Purple-hair the leash. She looked up at me, very confused.

''Wanna try BDSM with me?'' I asked with a poker face.

''.......''

I returned to Fukka with a sour look and my face dripping in coffee. PURPLE-HAIR WASN'T EVEN DRINKING COFFEE! It's like coffee automatically manifests out of thin air the moment I mess up. I might have coffee phobia at this rate.

The sun was setting and the sky turned to a mesmerizing orange. Fukka was leaning against a tree, humming a song I never heard. The moment she saw me, she headed my way with a smile.

Without saying a word Fukka patted my head, not caring that its wet with caffeine. Although I would never admit it, it surprisingly felt good. Enough to make me forgive her for all the stupid antics she made me go through.......... is what I would've said if I were a simp. And I ain't no SIMP.

I showed her the middle finger before heading back to my dorm.