Caspian, Mosquito Girl, and Psykos exited from a 'Hyperspace 'Gate' situated over and above C-City Super Stadium.
"Last stop, I promise," he muttered.
Mosquito Girl responded by draping her arms around his neck from his right side, her body pressing close as she rubbed eagerly against his thigh. A breathy moan escaped her lips. "Mhhm~!" In mere seconds, her release came, the moisture soaking not only through her outfit but seeping into the fabric of his ninja uniform.
"You kept your urges in check well back there. No need to hold back any longer."
He'd been concerned she might lose control in front of Sweet Mask, but she didn't. And that earned her more than just praise. She deserved to be rewarded, again and again, inside and out. As for Sweet Mask, Caspian had arranged a lunch with him tomorrow, after confirming the Super Fight tournament's delay. Though Caspian had agreed only after making a particular demand, one Sweet Mask didn't love...
Mosquito Girl tilted her head, leaning nearer and moaned against his ear. She rolled her curvy hips with a deliberate rhythm, causing a soft, shlicking sound to become audible.
Psykos watched, unbothered, and asked. "What is wrong with her? She's acting like an animal in heat."
"She's in 'Carnage Mode.' Show some respect."
Caspian shut his eyes and activated 'Sense.' Trying to focus through his skyrocketing pruriency.
"Are you using your 'Clairvoyance?'"
"I don't have 'Clairvoyance.'"
"What? That cannot be the true…"
He didn't respond and focused on Psykos' star in the void of his mind's eye. As soon as she appeared, he caught the fact that her eyes seemed to be glued toward Mosquito's Girl schlicking spot.
Not so composed after all. I'm curious how you'll respond to what comes next.
Caspian's attention wavered, slipping like sand through his fingers. Mosquito Girl's moans rose in pitch. While Psykos' milky complexion bloomed with color. In particular, he became mesmerized by the way her parted magenta lips glistened, releasing faint, uneven breaths — barely audible, but unmistakably laced with lustfulness.
His will wasn't as subtle as he thought… or was it because he's now cognizant of the fact?
Focus!
He returned to the starry void, swiftly scanning an endless field of stars until he located the one he sought… followed by another.
Genos entered his vision, carried by two of Doctor Kuseno's drones. In his hands, vials of blood. Caspian wasted no time and turned his attention to the star trailing behind his disciple.
Shadow Ring. I would've liked to pair him from scratch, but honestly, I like the match. But can he overcome his hatred for ninjas?
Some might ask why Caspian took an interest in matchmaking out of the blue. No deep reason existed. Right now, he couldn't be with his anchors, the seven who preserved his grip on humanity, every day.
Especially when he knew his will might've affected them.
To slow his loss of humanity, he had learned long ago that saying and doing embarrassing, immature, even unhinged things made him feel alive in an alternate way. Not grounding. Not sustainable. But enough to buy time, to slow the spiral.
His strength never stopped growing. He could never lose to his past self. As great as this was, it came with a cost. Said cost would one day outpace his temporary measures.
What he needed were his seven anchors — this truth ran bone-deep. But to have them truly, he'd have to expose his past and confess his will might be affecting them.
But to unveil such outlandish truths, words alone wouldn't be enough.
That led him to an idea. A way to reveal everything. A glimpse into himself and the life he lived before, not just told, but seen by all of them simultaneously.
"Ahhh~!"
Mosquito Girl's next scream of pleasure gripped his mind.
Caspian pointed a finger in Shadow Ring's direction and opened a gate beneath her, sending her to a generic convenience store in Y-City. Then he turned his focus back to Genos' star and sent him through a portal straight to Doctor Kuseno's laboratory.
"Done."
He opened his eyes and looked over at Psykos, who tried to compose herself, though the flush on her cheeks gave her away.
"P-Please, Caspian! Any longer and I'll go crazy," Mosquito Girl begged.
"I can't wait anymore, either." He pulled the Gravity Tethers, drawing Psykos into his other side.
"Release me!" Her usual composure had crumbled, replaced by a fluster state.
Caspian spawned a hyperspace gate beneath them. "If I release you, then how will you watch us?"
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Jollity teemed through Fubuki.
Why?
A famous idol agreed to endorse the Blizzard Group for their silence on a matter. What matter? Fubuki didn't have a clue. But how could she pass up such a perfect opportunity?
Wavygyaza's popularity would draw a wave of new applicants to the Blizzard Group — a significant benefit, but one that came with a problem: the Blizzard Group would need to expand their current base's scale.
Once again, lack of funding blocked her path. Just scraping together enough money for a new car had strained the Blizzard Group. And she had no interest in working the streets at night again, hunting down bounty criminals.
Caspian was loaded, right?
She immediately scolded herself for the thought. She wasn't some gold-digging leech.
Then she considered asking Wavygyaza for more, but ultimately dropped the idea. She didn't want to risk having the idol dislike her. They would be by his side from now on, after all.
At what might have been the perfect moment, or the worst, panicked screams rang through the cafe as the building shook.
Why did sis come back? Oh no, I forgot to tell her I was okay!
Wavygyaza's face blanched when an emerald-green aura enveloped her body, lifting her into the air and dragging her through the cafe's open entrance.
Fubuki rushed out of the cafe ahead of Suiko and Yuta. Her eyes shot upward, and she flinched when she saw Tatsumaki's dark expression.
"Targeting my little sister now?"
Wavygyaza cried out from above. "That's not what hap—"
"Quiet!" Tatsumaki commanded. "Or do I need to shout what you are for everyone to hear?"
Wavygyaza's mouth snapped shut.
What is she?
Fubuki could find out later.
"Sis—"
"You're safe now, Fubuki," Tatsumaki interrupted. "I crossed paths with her earlier. She came here for revenge. You were just the means to hurt me."
Betrayal struck Fubuki like a hammer blow.
"Take her away then. After everything we have done for her, this is how she shows gratitude? I am disgusted."
Yuta's frigid dismissal echoed, followed by Tatsumaki's own sharp words. "Glad you understand." She yanked Wavygyaza forward. "You're lucky. He'll deal with you this time."
Fubuki stood frozen, too perplexed to speak as her sister flew off with the idol.
That idol's performance… too perfect. I never would've seen through her act on my own.
She glared at the emerald-green fleck vanishing into the horizon.
Betrayal is one thing, but to promise falsely a flood of applicants for her Blizzard Group. That. That was unforgivable.