Usagi's New World: Racing for a party [Episode 140578]

Haruka looked into Daisuke's eyes. Daisuke looked back. Finally Haruka closed her eyes and dipped her head slightly. "Alright, in addition to the Race queen thing, how about I let you use my place for those weekend parties you like to have with your crew. Assuming you somehow win."

Daisuke looked at her. "Do you have a Karaoke machine?"

"Not that it'll matter once I beat you, but yes." Haruka responded in annoyance.

"And you've got the room and the furniture for us all?"

"Yes."

"You'll provide everything we want in terms of food and liquor?"

"If you win."

"And you'll play the happy hostess wearing whatever costume I pick for you?"

Haruka's eye twitched. "Yes."

"And you'll call me Daisuke-Sama?"

"You're trying to raise the stakes so high that I'll back down, aren't you?"

"I'm just trying to make the wager worth it. Ok, no need for the Sama. For my part, if I loose, you won't have to do the Race Queen thing, and you can enter the next Rally."

"How about the cooking?" Haruka asked with a smirk.

Daisuke casually raised an eyebrow. "You want to raise the stakes? I'll have to ask for more on your side then."

Haruka looked Daisuke in the eye. Then she let her gaze slide away. "Fine, I don't need a butler anyway."

Daisuke grinned. "Let's race then."

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Haruka sat in the drivers seat, waiting for the checkered flag. She glanced from the starter to her hands on the wheel, the intensity of her grip suddenly registering in her mind. 'Cool it Haruka.' she thought as she pulled her hands off the wheel, clenching and releasing them a few times. 'I can't afford to tense up now!' She looked back at the rising flag. A moment later it fell.

Both cars shot forward over the starting line, accelerating down the track at breakneck speed.

'DAMN! I got tense and messed up that start!' Haruka pushed aside the thought as she tried to focus on the race ahead. However as the race kept up, nervous tension kept returning, impeding her reaction time again and again.

As she hit the final straightaway to the finish line, Haruka looked ahead to Daisuke's car, and even as she floored the accelerator, she could feel an odd relaxed feeling, as she realized 'I've lost.'

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Haruka stood in front of the mirror in the woman's locker room, looking at the dress with distaste. The track had several of the outfits, including this one that she was assured would fit her. With a sigh she tossed it onto a bench, and raised a hand to unzip her racing jumpsuit. "Oh yes," she commented as she removed the outfit, and briefly adjusted her bra and panties. "Model it now as a preview," she said, in imitation of Daisuke's tone of voice. Her hands picked up the dress and pulled it over her head. "Well the sooner this is over, the sooner I can go home." Her hands pulled the dress down her body. She frowned as she gave a few tugs at the bottom of the dress, which ended just below the tops of her thighs.

Looking back into the mirror, Haruka sighed. "Time to get this over with." She commented as she turned toward the exit.