Kawakami the Crass Confidant WIP Preview

Contains Bellystuffing, Farting, Burping, Sweaty Feet and Slob

Kawakami has become very comfortable around Joker as their friendship progresses, perhaps a bit too comfortable, as she begins to belch, fart, unleash her smelly feet and stuff her face in front of him without a care. Just how much of his filthy teacher can Joker take?

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   When her student Akira had discovered her secret side-job working for a sultry maid service, Sadayo Kawakami was pretty sure her career as a teacher was over. To her surprise, she ended up growing quite close to her student, opening up about things she had never confessed to anyone before, giving him general life advice and providing him with some of the more PG-rated maid services she could whenever he called her over to LeBlanc. After a while, she had become quite comfortable around him. Perhaps too comfortable, if her recent behavior was anything to go by. 

(FART)

    "Phew, I've been holding that one in all day!" Kawakami said, still fully clad in her maid uniform as she lifted her leg and blasted a deep, bassy ripper into Akira's sofa. Her skirt subtly fluttered from the force "My last client had me booked for an extra-long session, and he likes his girls delicate and demure. He definitely would've kicked me out if I had done something like that in front of him...ugh!" she fanned her nose, as she got a whiff of her own smell. "You have no idea how hard it is to prance around and act all polite when you're bloated and feel like your ass is going to explode at any second! I'm so glad that I can be open around you, Akira."

    "Mm, yeah..." Akira said, scratching the back of his head from a safe distance at the foot of his bed, although he was ready to move at a moment's notice if the smell came drifting his way. He had learned, through hard personal experience that standing to close to Kawakami when she was like...this meant putting his nostrils in serious peril.

    "So, how are you doing in your other classes?" she asked. "Are you keeping up with your studies?"

    "It can get pretty *cough* overwhelming," Akira said, reflexively clasping his hand over his nose as the rank smell of Kawakami's pent-up fart finally began to fill his side of the room. "Sometimes it's so bad I feel like I might *cough cough* pass out."

    "Oh, that's terrible," Kawakami said with an almost maternal concern in her voice. "You need to learn to relax sometimes or you'll get burnt out. That's what almost happened to me before I found you!" she smiled warmly, peeling off her stockings to unleash the scent of the sweaty soles beneath and adding the funky smell of her bare feet to the increasingly toxic air of LeBlanc's attic.

    "Phew, that's much better," she said with a sigh, wriggling her filthy toes. "Those things make me feel like my legs have been stewing in a sauna all day..."

    Kawakami rested a hand against her midsection as it emitted a particularly juicy gurgle. Akira prepared himself for another blast of putrid gas, apparently her digestive system had something else in mind this time. "I haven't had anything to eat since this morning either. Would you mind getting me something from downstairs?"

    Akira knew very well that the only thing LeBlanc served was coffee and curry. He also knew the tendency of those two things to wreak havoc on one's digestive system. Still, he found himself unable to say no, dutifully making his way downstairs to prepare her a plate and a cup.

    To spare his future self from as much of his teacher's rank ass odors as possible, he made the mildest curry he could and diluted the coffee with tons of cream. He inhaled deeply, taking in a lungful of fresh air, knowing very well it could be a while before he tasted it again.

    "Oh, thank you!" Kawakami said as Akira came up the stairs, eyes going wide as she spotted the steam rising off that delicious plate of curry. Kawakami may have been rude and slobby in a number of ways, but at least she wasn't an ingrate. "It's nice having someone else serve me for once," she said, placing the plate on her lap and the coffee cup on the armrest beside her. She wasted no time before digging in, cramming the curry into her mouth with wet, piggish slurps as though one of her students wasn't in the room with her. At least she used the utensils she provided, although with the amount she was getting on her face she might as well have shoved her face into it and slurped it up like a literal hog.

    "Mmmm, sho goood!" she said, sauce dripping out of either side of her mouth. "Sojiro must've really taught you well. I bet you'll make your wife very happy someday if you cook for her like this." She continued to gorge herself without a care, almost as if she were in a trance, until the sound of her spoon clanging against the empty plate snapped her out of her daze. Her plate had been thoroughly cleaned. Her face, and a good portion of the midsection of her uniform were not, with both very visibly stained with orangey-red sauce.

    "Oh dear, that went pretty (BELCH)," quickly, giving her tummy a pat. Beneath her uniform, the beginning formation of a food baby could be seen, but at this point it was more audible than visible, gurgling noisily as it churned away at the meal within. "But I'm still pretty hungry. Could you get me another plate-no, two."

    Once again Akira found himself unable to defy his teacher. Perhaps his time at school had trained him to obey her commands reflexively. Besides, he naively thought that she wouldn't be able to finish two entire additional dishes. So, he went downstairs, and quickly prepared a pair of plates in the exact same manner as he had the first. Then with the two plates teetering as they balanced atop his single hand, he returned upstairs to Kawakami just in time for her to greet him with a massive mannish belch/ 

    (BELCH)

    The unladylike expulsion carried with it a lightly spicy stench as it made its way into Akira's poor, maligned nostrils as he got closer to his teacher. He quickly deposited both plates into her stained lap before retreating back into less tainted air, all while trying not to make it look like that was exactly what he was doing.