author: Cyber / artist: DKmate
“…This isn’t green apple…”
The absolute mountain of muscle and fat seemed almost comically crestfallen upon finding out what his bottle of ramune tasted like.
“Really? Bloody hell, I ought to get my glasses cleaned… Well, I-I’ll try and fetch you another, s-surely there’s ONE convenience store that has it around here… I-I’ll be back in a moment!” His little “bodyguard” hustled off, leaving Kuse, Jr. to his own devices for the time being. It was only a half-minute later that a sharp voice barked at the young man from around his prodigious girth.
“Oi, fatass. Move it.”
Junior said nothing, barely able to even see whoever was griping at him beneath that vast belly.
“You better start waddlin’ outta my sight.” A none-too-gentle prod to the giant’s belly, the aggressor’s hand almost completely sinking into Junior’s gut as he casually cracked open the ramune bottle.
The nonchalance of the yakuza leader’s son only seemed to further piss off his challenger, and soon his fists were plowing into Junior’s girth like a vast punching bag full of pudding. And all the while, Junior simply chugged his soda without so much as flinching.
“LISTEN TO ME YOU BIG…”
Thud! Grgl…
“…FAT…” Glnk! Glnk! Glooorp…
“…PUDGY-ASS MARSHMALL—“
At that moment the bottle was finally empty, and with a level of swiftness that seemed impossible for someone of his size Junior swung the bottle with all his might. The vessel shattered on the back of the poor bastard’s head, sending a spray of blood and glass shards everywhere.
“I-I found the green apple ramune you wanted, Mr. Kus—“ His guard had frozen in his tracks upon seeing the body in a crumpled heap in front of Junior.
“Good. ‘M thirsty after that.” The bigger man muttered, taking the bottle and unceremoniously opening it to start chugging it as quickly as he did the first.