Chapter 1.9 Easily Day


    The Lamimorning


    Miranda wakes up the next morning, stretching and yawning. "Ahhhhh, good morning to me," she says, only to freeze when she notices something blue on her legs. Her almost-scream turns into an exasperated sigh as she realizes it’s Lami the Slami.


    Miranda: "Lami? How did you get into my castle?"


    Lami the Slami: "Through the vent again."


    Miranda facepalms. "Of course you used the vent. How could you not?"


    Lami grins slyly. "So, we’re having sex?"


    Miranda’s voice jumps an octave. "WHAT!?"


    Lami: "Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m going to fuck you in the past and you’re going to fuck me now."


    Miranda sighs, her hand over her face. "Well, I guess you caught me off guard. That’s all."


    Lami smirks. "The more I lick, the more I Slami."


    Miranda groans. "Oh my god, you are incorrigible."


    Lami: "And you are insatiable."


    Miranda: "Maybe, but that doesn’t mean we have to have sex right now."


    Lami: "Okay... but you owe me a fuck."


    Miranda sighs, her patience thinning. "And I’ll give it to you, Lami. Just not yet."


    Lami The SLAMI


    Lami shifts topics. "I think you called for a job."


    Miranda: "Oh, right! Let me get it." She retrieves Hyperman’s orange, holding it in her hand. "Here it is," she says, transforming Hyperman back to normal.


    Lami’s eyes light up mischievously. "So, this is the new player in the rape game?"


    Hyperman blinks, confused. "Huh?"This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    Miranda: "Exactly. He’s the new player, and you have to rape him hard to win the game."


    Without hesitation, Lami creates a 20-meter-long futanari appendage with her slime fluids. "I’m going to win the game. And..." Lami leans close to Hyperman, whispering, "You’ll understand why they call me Slami."


    Lami begins her assault, thrusting wildly as Miranda waves her off. "I’m going to drink my tea, okay? I’ll leave you to win the game." She exits the room, leaving Lami to her “work.”


    The Golem of Survival


    Down in the kitchen, Miranda finds the mangled remains of Aurelius, who miraculously managed to escape but is missing half his torso and an arm. "So, you survived."


    Aurelius wheezes. "Yeah, I did... thanks mostly to that blue guy. If he hadn’t shown up, I’d be elf coal by now." Miranda smirks. "Aha. Well, I guess Aurelius has what he deserves for being the creator of those elves in the first place."


    Aurelius’s face contorts in shock. "How do you—"


    Miranda interrupts. "Know that? Honey, I know everything about my toys."


    Aurelius sputters. "Toys?"


    Miranda nods coldly. "Exactly. Now, you’ll be my toy golem. You won’t speak, think, or even give an opinion without ME telling you!" With a flick of her finger, she deactivates him, repairs his body, and goes back to preparing her tea.


    While boiling water, Miranda hears Lami’s voice echoing from her room. "Take this! And this! And a little more of this!"


    Miranda snickers. "Clearly, she learned from the best—me." She giggles, pouring her tea.


    She tears a piece of clay from Aurelius’s body, molds it into a tiny teacup, and drinks her tea in the new cup. Minutes pass as she enjoys her French toast tea, briefly wondering if she’s forgotten something but quickly dismissing the thought. The castle’s air carries that new plastic smell she loves so much. "Beautiful," she murmurs, savoring her tea.


    The Cooldefeat?


    Lami bursts into the kitchen. "Done! Another adversary claimed by Lami!"


    Miranda smirks. "Oh, you’re done? That means another toy for Miranda."


    Lami grins. "And that means we’re done for today."


    Miranda suddenly remembers. "Shit, I almost forgot to kill that bastard Artur Cooleman. Come on, Lami. Let’s finish the son of a bitch."


    Lami cheers. "Yes! Let’s go!"


    Artur Cooleman is leaving his garage when his car explodes. Miranda stands in the distance, rocket launcher in hand. "Got him."


    Lami applauds. "Bravo, Miranda!" Miranda smirks smugly. "I know I’m amazing. Let’s go home and rest."


    The Ambitiousanda


    They teleport back to Miranda’s castle, ignoring the flaming wreckage they left behind. Back at the castle, Miranda checks on Hyperman. Seeing that Lami has done an excellent job, she rewards her with an ice cream. "Take it."


    Lami gasps. "Epic! An ice cream!"


    Miranda smirks. "Clearly, no one can say I don’t treat my employees wonderfully."


    Hyperman groans. "Ufff..."


    Miranda kicks him, knocking him unconscious. "Shut up."


    She heads to the living room, plops onto the couch, and turns on the TV. The news anchor discusses Artur Cooleman’s death. Miranda bursts into laughter. "Hahaha, take that, bastard! NOBODY ASKS ME MORE QUESTIONS THAN NECESSARY!"


    She conjures a bottle of mineral water, drinking it whole. "Ahhh, as fresh and pure as my dream. Now that Cooleman—or whatever his name was—is out of the way, I’m one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being president and building my industry with people’s tax money."