«I'll say this one last time: let those two brats go and beat it. Do exactly what I say and don't piss me off — I'm in a really bad mood today,» Miori hisses in a flat, cold voice, her icy sapphire eyes darting between Kaito and Hiroshi.
«And who the fuck is this bitch supposed to be?» Kaito spits. He lowers his gaze to Aoshi with a sneer. «Hey, toothpick, happy now? Looks like mommy showed up to save your ass,» he says, grinding his heel into Aoshi's ankle like he's stomping out a cigarette.
«Whoever she is, she's definitely a hotter piece of ass than this flat-chested chick,» Hiroshi adds, yanking his hand out of Ayane's panties — after shamelessly groping her — and shoving her aside hard enough to make her stumble.
