Amagi Brilliant Park - Volume 2 - Chapter 1.2

On park property: the first employee dorm, Winchester Estate 
In Macaron’s room, where they had been planning their viewing party of Adachi Eiko’s work, the atmosphere was that of a wake. When Tiramii had gleefully presented the AV he had procured, the picture on the packaging hadn’t looked like Adachi Eiko at all. PR manager Tricen had informed them earlier that she was an adult actress named Anjo Erina. But “Anjo Erina” was an older woman of considerable girth who didn’t resemble Adachi Eiko at all. 
“There must... there must be some kind of mistake, ron.” Macaron said, looking crushed. He’d spent the night up until then with a can of beer in one hand, his white wool fluffed up in expectation. 
“Mii... I looked all around rental shops and stores, but this was the only video this actress put out, mii...” Tiramii replied exhaustedly. His button eyes were hollow, lacking their usual luster. 
“Ah, for the love of... so Tricen’s info was off, fumo...” Moffle whispered. He poured himself another glass of hot water and shochu, upended it and groaned. 
“But... how do you confuse the girl in the resume photo with a woman who looks like an open-weight Olympic medalist?! Is he blind, ron?!” 
“Well, you see... we talked on the phone earlier, and it seems the image I sent him got a little stretched, fumo. His cell phone is old, and uses these strange algorithms...” 
“Then send him a proper picture! Tell Tricen to—” 
“I did, fumo. He said he gave up. Just couldn’t find her, fumo.” 
“Ron dammit! How can this be?!” Macaron slammed his beer can onto the table. 
“You didn’t even meet her in person,” Moffle scoffed. “What are you so riled up about?” 
“Because you meeting her today got me all worked up, ron! She’s a denizen of a distant world we’ll never be part of! Knowing that she visited our workplace heightens the reality, the believability! Surely you understand the delicacy of such matters, ron?!” 
“Hm, I suppose...” 
“And now... and now... now I’m just stuck with blue balls, ron! You and Tricen are both so stupid, ron!” 
“Hmm,” Moffle mused dangerously. “I’m not sure that I care for your tone. You can call Tricen what you want, but if you call me stupid...” 
As the air began to crackle between the two of them, Tiramii interrupted, trying to settle them down. “Don’t fight, you two! Let’s just watch it, mii! It might’ve been 480 yen outta the bargain bin, but it’s still worth something, right?” 
“It’s worth nothing, ron! Nothing, ron!” 
“Moffu. Heavyset MILF is a bridge too far for me...” 
Responding to their criticisms, Tiramii just tilted his head in confusion. “Aw, really? I could go for her...” 
“You...” The other two were struck by the limitless range of Tiramii’s libido. 
In the end, they didn’t watch the video he had bought. Instead, they dug into Macaron’s DVD catalog and watched Black Hawk Down. 
Their despondence pervaded through the first thirty minutes. But, soon enough, they were enjoying themselves with booze in hand: The American army’s operation in Somalia. The unexpected trouble. The thrilling shootout. Macaron had a 6.1ch sound system installed in his room, which heightened the immersion. 
“Hmm, this movie really is good, ron. It’s a breakthrough in the zombie genre, ron.” 
“What? But it’s a war movie, fumo.” 
“No, it’s a zombie movie. That’s what the writer Sato Daisuke said, ron—The Somalian militiamen keep popping up, they mow them down, but it never stops, ron.” 

“Oh! It really is like a zombie movie, mii.” 
“I always cry when Gordon and Shughart die, ron. Oh, also! This movie brought M14s back into style. That was always a good gun, you know? But young people don’t like wooden stocks, so it picked up an old-fashioned image. But they feature M14s with polymer frames and Picatinny rails, and the lifelike impact—” 
And so they talked and enjoyed themselves. Riled up by the battle scenes, crying over the death scenes, talking fervently about the detailed portrayal of the weapons—Thanks to that, they all forgot about the unfortunate AV.

On park property: the second employee dorm, BT Estate 
That night, Sento Isuzu sent a careful email directly to Adachi Eiko: 
I am the acting manager’s secretary. For reference, could you tell me your stage name and a list of prior roles from your previous employer? We must take into account the potential for complaints from your former agency in our hiring decision. Of course, we won’t share that information with anyone.? 
She meant it when she said she wouldn’t share it, but everything else was mainly pretext. She just couldn’t stop wondering about it, and given what had happened with Seiya that day, she doubted she would get much sleep. So, Isuzu had steeled her resolve and inquired. 
The reply came at once. It included Eiko’s stage name, a number of her works, and a thank you for her interview earlier. 
Thank you very much. We’ll let you know if you got the job soon,? she replied, then decided to search for one of the titles at once. 
The title was “Nipple Buddies Assemble! Sucking All Night!” 
Wait. What? 
Nipple Buddies? Sucking All Night? The depravity. It’s madness! The entire world has gone mad! Isuzu felt a chill run up her spine as she tried to imagine what kind of mortal could have come up with that title. 
The thought of typing it into her keyboard directly made her cringe so, instead, she resorted to copy-paste. Immediately, search results came up. Not only were there DVDs, but a few videos available for immediate download as well. There were even some uploaded to YouTube. 
“......?” Wait a minute. YouTube? That site didn’t allow adult content, did it? Either way, she had to see what was in them—with a trembling finger, she clicked. 
The image was that of a farm somewhere. A country music-style BGM (likely public domain) was playing. 
A lamb was nursing on a mother sheep. Trembling, it sucked and sucked as hard as it could. 
“Oh, look! A baby lamb! Look at how hard it’s sucking there! Look at you! You’re sucking Mommy’s nipple, huh?” The narrator sounded familiar. It was Adachi Eiko. 
“Sheep babies are just like human ones,” she continued to narrate. “They usually only give birth to one baby at a time. This little boy is very precious to his mother. He’ll grow up quick and be so full of energy! He might even be able to eat grass soon! Baby lambs just love mama’s ‘milk bar!’ Drink a lot and get big and strong, okay?” The narration ended, but the video continued to switch between various scenes of nursing lambs. 
Then the screen went black. 
It was followed by a scene of piglets suckling on their mother. “Oh, look at the piggies! All those brothers and sisters! One, two, three, four... oh, goodness gracious! This pig has ten babies! They’re all fighting for mommy’s nipples! Don’t push, now! Suck, suck, suck, suck!” 
Next came a cow nursing scene. Eiko-san narrated that one, too. 
Then a hamster nursing scene. Eiko-san, once again, narrated that one. 
Dogs. Horses. Cats. Various wild animals: Elephants, monkeys, and polar bears. There were even some pretty rare nursing scenes here. Just one mammal after another, after another, after another... 
“Baby mammals are all nipple buddies!” Eiko-san’s voice exclaimed. “They’ll be sucking together all night long!” 
Only after a full 20 minutes did the video finally end. 
Isuzu stared at the black LCD screen for a while with furrowed brow and tilted head. “AVs...” she said slowly. “‘Animal videos’?”