"Yuzu!" said Harumin, running up to the masked Zu and giving her a tight squeeze. "We're glad you're here!" Matsuri turned around to Nene, giving her yet another knowing smile. Nene blushed at this, and she couldn't help bubbling over with excitement at seeing her fantasies getting a little bit closer to being fulfilled. "Well, Yuzucchi," Harumin continued, "perhaps we should get started, because you do know we have a test tomorrow, right?" "Right," Zu replied. "So what songs are we doing?" "Ah, Yuzu-onee-chan," Matsuri butted in, much to Harumin's displeasure, "you must have forgotten the one I had you listen to yesterday. Let me play this on the stereo system..." Matsuri then ran to the auditorium's sound booth and connected her phone to an auxiliary line. When she turned up the volume, Zu unmasked herself as "Bitter Taste" by Three Days Grace began to play. Her tentacular projections stood up as the chorus played: "So long, so long I have erased you So long, so long I've wanted to waste you So long, so long I have erased you I have escaped The bitter taste of you!"

Nene's eyes widened as Zu transformed once again, as her darkened locks and paling complexion shivered the life out of the poor HaruYuzu shipper. "Uh, Yuzu, are you okay?" she squeaked. "She hasn't been," said Matsuri in her stead. "Not in these last eight months since Mei-chan left her." Zu's tentacles regenerated as Matsuri spoke. "Let's do it," the monster said, her claws once again reemerging. The four ladies got on the stage of the auditorium and went at it like naturals. Harumin was an exception lead guitarist, her shredding skills second to none. Nene's bass solos were fiery and flamboyant. And Matsuri, at the back of the stage, was evidently a born percussion-o-maniac as her fills only added to the intensity of the ensemble that the other two girls were giving. And Zu? Her SCREAMO had no equal on this earth, as her roughened voice sounded so alien from Yuzu's persona. "My, Yuzu-chan," said Nene when they had finished jamming, "I never knew you were into metal!" "You were incredible, Yuzucchi!" added Harumin. "Your voice is just perfect!" "That's what I've been telling you, Yuzu-onee-chan," said Matsuri. "I knew you'd been into heavy metal since Mei left you." "I never was into metal, actually," a resurgent Yuzu said, her eyes welling up. "It's just the only way I can tell the whole world how I feel!" At this, Zu instantly took over and said, in her dangerous whisper, "Good night, everyone. I will see you tomorrow!" Shortly after the door closed, Nene asked the other two, "There's just one thing. What are we going to name the band?" Harumin was taken aback, as she had never taken this important component into her consideration. "Uh, any suggestions?" she turned to Matsuri. "Oh, I've already come up with one, Taniguchi-senpai," she replied with a not-so-subtle hip twist. "It's CITRIC ACID." Nene's eyes widened with excitement. "And you know what's an even better one?" she teased. Oh, no, said Matsuri to herself. She's gonna ship HaruYuzu again, isn't she? "What is it?" she said out loud, with a glum face. Nene squealed, "Why, 'The Spring Beauty of Citric Acid,' of course!" Matsuri scoffed. "That sounds way more like a really stupid musical, in my opinion. Let's just stick with Citric Acid, just to avoid anything cutesy..." Harumin had fallen silent during the conversation. She was desperately attempting to hide the fact that she was so SOAPY. In fact, she was so schwingy that her trollies were soaked to the degree that her thighbrow sweat was dripping all over the floor. "Excuse me," she suddenly spoke. "I need to use the restroom!" "Ok, I need to go home now," said Nene. "See you tomorrow, everyone!" She then hugged Matsuri and Harumin, the latter being in extreme discomfort, before heading out the door. As the door shut, Matsuri began curling herself around the third-year gyaru. "Well, well, well, Taniguchi-senpai," she started teasing her, "I can tell you don't need to use the restroom for any excretory reasons..." Here Matsuri turned her gaze to the floor, observing an entire trail of ovary puddles everywhere, before turning back to a deeply blushed Harumin. "It would be quite a shame to let all those electrolytes in your meat wallet go to waste," she continued, raising an eyebrow and licking her lips in a captivatingly seductive manner, making Harumin's lust faucet begin to trickle forth in a flow of egg-scrambling anticipation. Matsuri then got down on her knees, and poor Harumin couldn't possibly resist anymore, as her self-proclaimed girlfriend began working her way to her patoochie by sensually whiffing the alluring smell of cooch perfume. "Matsuri, no..." she whimpered as Matsuri stared at her hypnotically. Matsuri's tongue then came out. Her face was virtually in Harumin's skirt, and the moment she kissed Harumin's bloomer, the resulting act was inevitable... TO BE CONTINUED