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“Your new mission,” The Hero Public Safety Commission president said, slapping a photo down on his desk.
Kaina swallowed hard at the image. The target looked young, probably still in her twenties, and with a mutant-type quirk that gave her bunny ears. Probably had a vast future ahead of her.
She hoped this wasn’t one of her usual “confidential” missions.
“Miruko, AKA Usagiyama Rumi. She’s new on the pro-hero scene, and hasn’t allied with any agency or organization yet,” The president informed her.
A bold move in this day and age, almost vigilantish. If this woman had graduated from a proper hero training school, Kaina imagined she wouldn’t be hearing about her, as any graduate usually had close ties with their alma mater that could be used to reign them in and connect them to the rest of the heroics community. Most others would go the side-kick route at an agency before striking out on their own, giving them mentorship and a network.
Then there were those who got noticed and recruited into a dedicated organization like the Hero Public Safety Commission. Pros and cons to that route, Kaina was well aware.
“We have been keeping an eye on her. She technically fulfilled all pro-hero licensing requirements, passing the tests with flying colors… but has stubbornly refused to involve herself in any of the typical heroic communities. Most heroes are connected to each other in various ways… or at the very least connected to us. She has refused all invitations of ours to join in any networking events, or to take advantage of the refresher courses we offer every quarter.”
Kaina held back from laughing. This little bunny was more like a lone wolf, huh?
“At this point, she has shown no inclination towards collaboration or teamwork in any capacity. She’s a wildcard, and despite currently abiding by the standard licensing rules, could easily become a loose canon we have no control over.”
The build-up made Kaina gulp. Exactly what kind of mission was the president going to send her on? To make sure Miruko wouldn’t be a future uncontrolled variable? She glanced down again, seeing a wide, unrestrained smile in the photograph. She was young enough to change, surely?
“So your mission,” The president finally got to the point, “Is to befriend her, and persuade her to join the HPSC.”
The levity of the mission brought a smile to Kaina’s face. That sounded like a walk in the park compared to her usual work. “Is that it?”
“No.”
Kaina didn’t let her smile drop. Keeping peace and order in this society… it could never be easy, could it?
He continued, “Over the course of growing closer to her, I want you keeping track of every weakness, every insecurity, and every single incriminating piece of evidence that could potentially be used against her.”
This was more the HPSC’s style. “Heh, blackmail material?”
He nodded. “We’ll start with the friendly option. If you can convince her then we’ll all be good. If you can’t convince her? We will use the blackmail option.”
“And if there’s nothing to blackmail?” She asked, already suspecting the worst conclusion.
The president chuckled. “Then we’ll go with the permanent option.”
That would be Kaina’s duty as well. Wouldn’t be the first time the HPSC assassinated someone for becoming a threat towards them. “I see.”
He smiled then, that gentle smile she’d trusted so much as a teenager. “I believe in you, Lady Nagant. The press loves you for a reason; your friendliness and approachability is your charm.”
She hoped it would be enough for Miruko.
Apparently not.
“Buzz off, I’m busy,” Miruko told her, hopping away from the fight she’d just resolved.
Kaina sighed. It was times like this she wished she had a mobility-oriented quirk, like super speed or flight or something. She tried to track Miruko down whenever she got involved in an incident, but it was a challenge since she didn’t use any of the usual networks or apps that hero agencies used to keep track of each other. Most agencies agreed it was good to know who and how many pro-heroes were on a crime scene before sending someone off their patrol route to help.
Miruko didn’t care though.
She hopped from street to street, boisterous and bold, itching for a fight. A lick of ill-intent had her stalking over to the would-be criminals, and just her blood-thirsty presence could make them decide to stay on the right side of the law for the day. Even just now, Kaina had chased down a vlogger live-streaming about how Miruko was coming between two drunkards in a dangerously escalating argument, and by the time Kaina had gotten to the location the aggressors had been cowed into going home.
Some pro-heroes made citizens feel safe. Miruko made villains feel fear.
“Come here often?” Kaina asked, sidling up next to Miruko at the bar.
Approaching during work had been unsuccessful, so Kaina chose a new strategy. It had taken two weeks of reconnaissance, sleepy nights trying to keep an eye on Miruko without giving away that she was watching her, before Kaina had determined that this particular bar was loved enough by Miruko to be worth visiting.
Miruko raised an eyebrow at Kaina’s friendliness. “You again?”
Kaina laughed as if Miruko intended it as a joke. Whatever it took to get the mood to something amendable. “I just want to become friendlier with a fellow pro-hero, is that so wrong?”
“I’m not looking for friends, ‘specially not the Commission’s dog.”
She didn’t let her smile falter. “Working for the Commission is a pretty sweet gig, you know. Generous retirement contributions, an experienced PR team, dental…”
“They already sent me their advertisements to join in the mail. And my email. And my voicemail.” Miruko narrowed her eyes. “Is that what you are?”
Internally, Kaina swore. She showed her cards too soon; she needed to take a few steps back before trying to sell her pitch. Outwardly, she laughed again. “They have PR agents to do the selling. No, I’m here on my own accord.”
“Hmm.” Miruko took a sip of her drink, something green with a lime wedge. “Boring.”
Miruko started to get up, and Kaina’s instincts kicked in. She couldn’t fail this mission, or she’d have to do a lot worse. Her hand darted out, grabbing Miruko’s wrist. “Wait-”
Miruko stopped, turned to face her, and showed off that feral grin she wore in combat. “You itchin’ to fight?”
The intensity had Kaina dropping the wrist immediately. “N-no.”
The grin dropped, leaving disappointment in its wake. “Then don’t waste my time.”
Though Miruko had very few registered affiliations, the HPSC were able to track down a gym membership. That was where Kaina went for her next attempt, an ever-so-casual discovery that they attended the same gym.
The gym was “widely inclusive”, AKA accommodating of heteromorphs with machine arrangements, sizings, and weights that provided much more variety than mainstream gyms. The cost was significantly higher than those typical gyms, but luckily for Kaina she had the HPSC funding her mission, so she dropped the membership fee like it was nothing.
She wondered why Miruko bothered, considering she was around the size and shape of a non-heteromorph. Even just walking through the entrance, past some cardio machines and free weights, Kaina felt out-of-place as someone without an extra limb or other unusual physical characteristics. A tall man with spidery limbs walked on an extended treadmill, and the tall ceilings allowed him to walk at his full height instead of bending over. On a mat, she saw an absurdly short mouse-girl using a yoga ball smaller than any Kaina had ever seen.
Surely Miruko didn’t need this whole range of services offered by a heteromorph gym? Perhaps she felt compelled to support them, since she technically had a mutant-type quirk herself.
The answer became obvious when Kaina took a step into the machines room, and saw Miruko on the leg press machine.
She didn’t notice what was odd at first, but as she came closer, watching the machine move to each rep, her eyes were drawn to the weights. The machine was large, providing many more adjustments and weights that could be added than at any gym Kaina had used in the past.
And Miruko was lifting all of them with her legs.
Kaina gulped, mouth going dry at the sight of Miruko’s straining thighs, thick and corded with muscles. She was wearing shorts, exposed skin glistening with sweat under the gym lights. Each movement had Kaina mesmerized, eyes following as her leg flexed.
She was so transfixed that she didn’t know how long she stared, but it was long enough that a guy with a literally rectangular body stepped in front of her, blocking her view. “Focus on your own workout,” He said sternly.
Kaina snapped out of her spell. “Sorry! I will, I just- I know her, so I was surprised to see her. Not trying to be rude!”
He didn’t respond, just narrowed his eyes at her, then continued on his way to the chest press. Though Kaina vowed to stop staring, when she did a quick glance back towards Miruko, she discovered her looking directly back.
Caught. That was fine. Kaina raised her hand, giving a friendly smile and a wave. They were sort of colleagues, after all, who ‘coincidentally’ met at the same gym.
Miruko didn’t wave back, but she got off her machine, wiping it down and grabbing her water bottle before approaching Kaina. “The fuck are you up to?”
“Exercise!” Kaina said spiritedly, “You too, it looks like.”
“Since when do you go here?”
Kaina shrugged. “Just thought I’d try something new.”
Miruko narrowed her eyes… then grinned. “You wanna try something new?”
Though Kaina felt an instinctual jolt of fear at that fierce smile, she was down to try anything if it would get her closer to her target. “Sure!”
Miruko started walking away, and Kaina was confused until Miruko paused at the door, turning back to nod at her as if to say ‘follow me’. Still confused, Kaina trailed behind her, outside the machine room, and past several other areas. Eventually she stopped in front of a desk in front of a long hallway. The person manning the desk took one look at Miruko and handed over a set of keys, giving Kaina nothing more than a pitying glance.
Kaina hurried to keep up as Miruko marched down the hall, passing a handful of doors, before finally stopping to open one. Inside, the room was padded with various mats filling the center, and a handful of supplies on a shelf in the corner. Boxing gloves of various hand shapes and sizes, elbow pads, wooden staffs…
“A sparring room?” Kaina asked.
“Guess they teach you something at that Commission after all.”
Her eye twitched. “If you dislike them that much, no need to bring them up.”
Miruko let out a sharp laugh. “Let’s see if they taught you how to fight.”
Her lips went tight to maintain her smile. She was Miruko’s senior; if they were actually in an organization together, she’d have given her an attitude check.
But as young as Miruko was, she was a free agent, so Kaina had to play nice until she could pull her in. “You want to spar?”
“Unless you’re too scared to,” Miruko said.
Kaina laughed. “Scared of a little bunny?”
The diminutive made Miruko’s nose wiggle, displeased. So she didn’t like that, huh? Kaina filed that away for later. Not like she’d figured out any other weaknesses yet.
As they circled the mats, taking stances across from each other, starting some warmup stretches before declaring war, Kaina mused that this could be a good opportunity. The HPSC wanted more exploitable weaknesses, but it couldn’t hurt to try and determine the physical kind while she was here.
After all, if one day she was assigned to take Miruko out…
“Ready?” The naive pro-hero asked, legs bent and spread wide.
Kaina took a notably more relaxed stance, deciding to let Miruko come at her. This wasn’t the first time she’d sparred with a younger hero; at least this one didn’t come with dozens of independent feathers that she had to dodge. Instead, she would let Miruko’s overconfidence be her undoing; let her come to Kaina and then take the opportunity to throw her around. “Ready,” She confirmed.
As predicted, Miruko jumped first. The flex of her legs was hypnotic, muscles rippling as she pushed off the ground, going sailing into the high ceiling. Kaina merely waited, the jump large enough that Kaina had plenty of time to shift out of Miruko’s landing once she made her descent.
“I’m going to enjoy crushing you,” Miruko shouted from above.
Where Kaina expected a slow-down, the peak of her jump’s parabola before falling, there was an odd pause in the rafters, Miruko’s body shifting, and then there were feet in Kaina’s face.
She dodged just in time, sidestepping so the feet landed beside her.
Miruko had moved fast, probably pushing off the ceiling to gain new speed, making her almost as fast as a bullet.
Almost.
Kaina adjusted fast, taking advantage of the moment’s recovery necessitated by such a harsh landing, and spun to kick at Miruko’s ankle while elbowing her chest, trying to get her off-balance. Kaina gathered fast that winning this would likely be a matter of getting Miruko off her feet.
Although her maneuver did get Miruko’s legs up in the air, Kaina’s arm’s proximity allowed Miruko to grab onto it, and she used that leverage to swing her feet up, wrapping suddenly around Kaina’s neck. Continuing momentum brought them both to the ground, and Kaina was abruptly out of breath. It didn’t help that two thick, corded thighs were wrapped around her throat, squeezing, and Kaina found a hand automatically came up to try and pry them off.
“Bet I could twist your head off.” The smirk on Miruko’s face was audible.
The heat between those legs, Miruko’s blood pumping and sweat pressed right by Kaina’s face, was overwhelming. Kaina choked out a “Yeah right,” before making her move to escape the predicament.
There was no way she could shove those legs apart with her arm strength, but Miruko was smaller than her, and Kaina was able to bend forward, pulling Miruko’s whole body with her, abs flexing with the strain, and slam Miruko against the ground in front of her.
The move disoriented Miruko long enough that Kaina was able to slip out of her grip, immediately taking several steps back. “Not bad,” She praised Miruko, actually meaning it.
Compliments were apparently the wrong thing to say, as Miruko immediately narrowed her eyes at her. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
They were back to the beginning, slowly rotating around the mat with caution in their eyes. Kaina felt okay with that; the sudden headlock warranted a moment to catch her breath, so it paid to keep her opponent distracted a little longer. “Just trying to be nice.”
Miruko rolled her eyes at that. “I know your kind of nice.”
This time, Miruko went for a straight sprint towards Kaina, feet easily catapulting her into Kaina’s arms.
Though Miruko reached out to try and grab her, likely angling for a full wrestle, Kaina was more familiar with this fighting style, so she immediately spun to maintain the momentum, and with a twist was able to escape Miruko’s grip and send her flying into the wall.
Minimal effort. Just using her opponent's force against her. “What kind of nice?” She challenged Miruko.
Though she was slammed into the wall, she didn’t seem any less energetic for it, simply taking a moment to get back up, ignoring the scrapes on her shoulder. “The kind of nice with expectations behind it.”
Another jump, this time just to get closer, though the noise her soles made against even the cushioned mat would likely have intimidated a less-experienced foe.
“You’re hiding something.” Miruko was now circling her like a predator around its prey. “You want something from me.”
Kaina maintained her stance, tracking Miruko’s movement, waiting for the tiny shift that would indicate another attack. “Maybe I just want to be friends.”
Maybe I don’t want to kill you.
Movement, this time Miruko’s knee towards her gut. Rather than dodge, Kaina jumped back to let the knee lose its force against her, and grabbed Miruko’s thigh. Once again, she borrowed the momentum to fling Miruko against the ground, legs up in the air.
Up near Kaina’s neck again.
She stepped back just in time to avoid those legs slamming together, neck narrowing escaping being crushed between them. With Miruko still technically on the ground, Kaina gave her a kick, sending her rolling forwards. “Come on,” Kaina said.
“Fuck you,” Miruko spat as she got back up, “Stop playing games.”
“Games?” Kaina said with feigned innocence.
Miruko wiped some sweat off her brow. Her chest was heaving, catching air before speaking again, “You’re not treating me seriously, and you’re not even telling me the truth.”
“So distrustful.”
A spin, leg swinging up whip-fast, had Kaina ducking. While low, she dove for Miruko’s other leg, pulling at the ankle to throw her off-balance. Although it did send her falling backwards, Miruko caught herself on her palms and fell into a backwards walkover.
When she landed back on her feet, she glared at Kaina again. “When will you stop waiting around and actually fight me?”
Perhaps it was rude, but Kaina thought it was worth seeing if Miruko could be riled up. “When I actually need to.”
The twitch in her expression was satisfying, at least. But instead of diving for Kaina, hotheaded as she seemed, she actually took several steps back. Kaina readied herself for another huge jump.
Instead of a jump, though, there was a kick, and not to Kaina. Instead, Miruko had reached the edge of some mats and dug her toe underneath, flipping them upwards to create a sudden blinding wall.
The sudden huge blue barrier actually spiked Kaina’s heart rate. She relied on her sharp eyes to target, and the sudden blocking of her vision made her instinctively bend her elbow.
It wasn’t until she heard a thump behind her that she thought to spin. Had Miruko jumped that fast? With Kaina distracted?
When Miruko’s face was suddenly less than a foot away, Kaina couldn’t help but aim her elbow, gun out, right at Miruko’s chest.
She held back from shooting though, instead letting Miruko plow into her, bowling her over onto the ground. Her hands held Kaina’s forearms, forcing them straight against the ground and covering her gun. Her thighs firmly held her waist, keeping her pinned down.
Miruko was grinning. “Finally pulled out the big gun, huh?”
Kaina flushed, realizing that this rookie had gotten her to aim her deadly weapon in a situation where she really shouldn’t be trying to kill. The intensity had forced her to fall back on her instincts… and the HPSC trained for an instinctual response that would guarantee her opponent could not attack again.
“Now that I’ve got you right where I want you…” Miruko squeezed her thighs, pushing the breath out of Kaina. “I want to know what the fuck is up.”
Kaina’s mouth went dry. She stared up at Miruko, the painful fluorescent lighting of the sparring room blocked by her face, smug and eyes focused squarely on Kaina. Kaina wiggled slightly, but the only thing she earned was the knowledge that Rumi had her securely pinned.
“So…” Miruko ran a thumb over Kaina’s elbow, closed and useless. “What does the Commission want with me?”
This plan was going south quick. Kaina was breathless, thoughtless, and desperate. “Not the Commission.”
She scoffed. “Yeah right. If they don’t want something from me, then why else would you hunt me down?”
Now, held down with her target seeing right through her, was the time to pull a gamble. “Ever stopped to wonder if I want you?”
The confession made Miruko’s eyes widen. “You want…?”
She looked her up and down, not acting shy about her interest. “You’re pretty attractive, you know.”
Miruko’s face was red, but her voice determined. “I know I’m smokin’!”
Maybe it wasn’t her original plan, but this was a good opportunity to get closer. For the HPSC… and for herself.
Miruko was pretty hot after all.
And she only got hotter when she gripped her forearms even more tightly, glaring like she could see into Kaina’s soul. “You being serious?”
Kaina may have been trapped, but her face felt relaxed as she let her lips quirk up. “You wanna take me home and find out?”
Miruko’s apartment was cramped, but that just meant the path to the bedroom was short. As soon as Kaina shed her shoes to get there, though, thick arms scooped her up.
She gasped at the ease, Rumi’s biceps flexing as she lifted Kaina like she was weightless. She wriggled at first, surprised, but…
Miruko slapped her ass. “Didn’t you say you wanted to come home with me?”
Kaina flushed at the audacity… but she wasn’t angry. She found herself folding embarrassingly easily, especially after the fierce fight they’d had in the sparring room. “Yes.”
“Oh? Now you want to cooperate?” Miruko said with a laugh before tossing her onto the bed.
She landed on her butt and bounced on the mattress, but before she had a moment to settle Miruko was on top of her, arms boxing her in.
“You sure you can handle me?” Miruko asked with a smirk.
Kaina gulped. This was escalating fast, but she couldn’t deny the heat she felt when stuck underneath Miruko like this. “I can take it,” She breathed out.
Miruko descended on her, planting a long kiss against her lips. Kaina leaned into it, shifting her head slightly to accommodate her. She wasn’t sure what to do with her arms.
Truth be told, Kaina wasn’t sure what to do at all. The HPSC had toyed with the idea of intimacy lessons, something her fellow part-time instructors colloquially called “seduction classes,” but they had not been put into practice yet, much less when Kaina was a fledgling young hero-in-training.
As Miruko and her continued though, sweaty clothes coming off and Miruko making embarrassing marks against her skin as Kaina gasped helplessly, she wished those lessons had been implemented. As much as she dreaded the idea of the HPSC sending their young charges into missions with orders to sacrifice their bodies in yet another way for society… She couldn’t deny it would have been nice to have more guidance as to what to do when her partner pulled her legs up, bringing her crotch up to her face instead of bending over to lick at her.
“M-Miruko!” Kaina gasped.
She snorted. “You spread your legs for me, but not willing to say my name?”
Kaina tried to think through the haze in her brain. She had gone over the file enough times she ought to have had it right on her tongue, but a finger slipping inside made her pause before she said, “Rumi…”
“Good girl.”
Something about that phrasing, praise from a woman who had done nothing but insult her earlier that day, someone who had fought her down and successfully pinned her, made Kaina look away suddenly, overwhelmed.
“Oh,” Rumi’s exclamation made Kaina glance back at her, “I felt you clench. You like that?”
Fuck, she did, didn’t she? Kaina nodded, words feeling hard at the moment. Her knees were over Rumi’s shoulders, so Rumi easily leaned forward to make her fold further. Rumi’s finger was still inside her, slowly exploring as her lips kissed at her inner thigh.
She took a break from the kisses to speak, though. “You’re being so good, getting all wet for me.”
The words were punctuated with a press against her walls that sent a tingle through her spine. As hot as it was, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed at how easily she let this rookie take over. She was supposed to be a mentor and leader, and an experienced model for other pro-heroes to look up to. She had so much on her shoulders, every public and private mission the HPSC sent her on, the public appearances, the occasional teaching job for new recruits… all those leadership experiences and responsibilities felt inconsequential as Rumi took charge, deciding for her how they were going to fuck.
As the thrusts started to speed up, she could feel her expressions losing control, so she brought up a hand to cover her face.
Lightning fast, Rumi grabbed that wrist and forced it away. “Hands on the headboard, no hiding from me.”
Kaina whined at the forcefulness, but settled her hands on the bars of the headboard as commanded.
“Well aren’t you obedient?” Rumi chuckled. “I see why the HPSC likes you.”
The way she said it sounded like an insult, but Kaina couldn’t bear to fight back like this. Rumi still had her almost bent in half, and was slipping another finger inside her, completely uncaring of how Kaina was supposed to be an upright role model for the citizens and future pro-heroes. The intensity of the situation only increased as Rumi’s mouth descended, and a hot tongue started to lap between her folds.
As Rumi set a firm, quick rhythm, Kaina started to lose that control the HPSC had trained into her. Her voice went high, gasping and moaning. She couldn’t even cover her mouth, hands kept firmly on the headboard, just as Rumi told her to.
“I’ll be good for you,” Kaina found herself spilling out, “I’ll be obedient, whatever you want, just- just don’t stop, it feels so good…”
She couldn’t see Rumi’s expression too well, but she thought she felt her lips quirk up against her mound. Her fingers also started to speed up, pressing right against her weak spot.
“Rumi” Kaina gasped. “Rumi, please, please, I’ll be so good, you can do whatever you want to me, so long as you keep- keep- ah!”
She was overwhelmed, body spasming as a wave of pleasure overtook her. Rumi slowed, tilting her face up to glance at Kaina’s expression. She wasn’t sure how she looked, but she felt more relaxed than she had in years.
Finally, Rumi had mercy and let her legs down, but she stayed between them as she pushed herself up towards Kaina again. “Doing alright there?”
“Mmm,” Kaina hummed, her whole body feeling loose and floaty.
Maybe she was biased with post-orgasmic hormones pumping through her veins, but Rumi’s little smile as she looked down on her seemed like the most radiant thing she’d ever seen.
Rumi ran a hand through her hair, and glanced upwards. “You can take your hands off the headboard now.”
Kaina blinked, processing her position, and realized she was still holding on. She let her arms lower, then brought them up to embrace her. “Rumi, Rumi, Rumi,” She muttered, trying to pull her closer.
She laughed as she let Kaina curl around her. “You’re much cuter when fucked out.”
The statement made Kaina laugh as well, pulling back a moment.
Rumi stared a moment, hand coming up to cup Kaina’s cheek. “Ah.” She ran a thumb over a dimple. “There’s a real smile for once.”
Kaina took in a sharp breath. It was.
She was truly smiling with Rumi Usagiyama.
One hookup turned into two, then three, then every weekend…
Kaina didn’t know what she was doing, but that’s not what she told the HPSC. She was still officially “gathering information,” using all avenues available to her. Coincidentally, those avenues included being tossed around, spanked, and forced to beg Rumi to fuck her.
Despite the anxiety regarding her ultimate mission for Miruko, she always left those sessions feeling more relaxed than anything else. She just showed up, Rumi kicked her around and told her what to do for a little while, and she didn’t have to think about anything beyond ‘what does Rumi want from me’ until she had to leave.
She thought things were going great.
That was, until today.
“You never tell me to do anything,” Rumi brought up as they cuddled.
The bed was humid from sweat, but neither cared enough to get up and change the sheets at the moment. They had both thoroughly tired themselves out, but apparently Rumi had some conversation left in her. “I don’t need to.”
“Hmm.” Rumi buried her face into the crook of Kaina’s neck. “It’s weird.”
“What?” Kaina bristled at that. “I thought you liked bossing me around.”
Rumi pushed her, forcing her on her back. Kaina obliged, staying there as Rumi sat up and looked down on her. “I do,” Rumi admitted, “Having a top hero roll over and surrender to me with just a little teasing…”
Her fingers trailed along Kaina’s stomach, making her breath quicken. They were both tired, they shouldn’t go again, but if Rumi really wanted to…
“...But we’re always doing what I want to do,” Rumi said, “What do you want?”
“I want whatever you want,” Kaina admitted easily.
Everything Rumi had done with her was incredible. Even things Kaina had been uncertain about, not realizing how good it could feel to be hurt and fucked and praised for simply taking whatever she was given, she had easily slipped into under Rumi’s guidance.
Rumi sighed. “You just gonna do whatever anyone tells you to do?”
She thought of high school, the HPSC telling her to join them. They said she would be contributing to a brighter society, and she had done everything they told her to do since. “No,” She lied.
“Sure,” Rumi rolled her eyes, “What would you do if I told you to do something shitty?”
“You wouldn’t.” Kaina knew.
“But if I did.”
“...Of course I wouldn’t do something that compromises my morals,” Kaina lied again.
Rumi was still staring at her, brows furrowed. Kaina poked her forehead, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
“Come on, don’t worry so much. I love when you take what you want.”
“I just…” She struggled a moment, clearly thinking hard for once instead of blurting whatever she thought. “If I wasn’t taking the lead, would you still want to do all this?”
“Sure,” Kaina decided easily.
Things had happened fast after she decided to take this angle in getting closer to Rumi, but she definitely didn’t regret it. Rumi had pulled her into this delicious arrangement, but Kaina stayed because she liked the taste.
In spite of the assurance, Rumi was still antsy, frowning and tapping her finger against Kaina’s hip. “If you had to take the lead, what would you do to me?”
The point of Rumi bringing this all up finally dawned on Kaina. “Do you want me to take the lead?”
The thought had her mouth going dry. The untamable pro-hero that even the HPSC couldn’t reign in, in her bed and giving herself over to Kaina in whatever way she wanted.
But what did she want?
Rumi’s face was red, and she backed up carefully. “If you want to take the lead, then it’s only fair I give you the chance at some point, only…” She swallowed. “If you want to.”
“Um.” Kaina wasn’t ready, but… “Give me some time to think about it. But yes, I think I’d like to. At some point.”
The acceptance made Rumi let out a relieved sigh, and her palm finally rested fully on Kaina’s hip. “Okay.”
“Okay,”
Kaina let herself into Rumi’s apartment, backpack feeling heavy.
“I’m here,” She called out as she closed the door.
Rumi didn’t come out immediately, but that was alright. It gave time for Kaina to prepare herself mentally.
Since that odd conversation with Rumi, she had thought long and hard about what she wanted to do. It had been a long time since she’d done so, having almost always gone with the flow of what her career needed or what was easiest to go with.
She felt embarrassingly clueless about her own preferences, having had to bumble around on the internet, googling ‘kinks’ and scrolling through results for anything that called to her. Eventually though, she settled on one that compelled her the most when it came to Rumi.
Rumi sauntered into the living area. “Hey.” She glanced down. “Backpack?”
“I wanted to try taking the lead today.”
Her eyes widened, and her ears stuck straight up. A moment later, she grinned. “Then take it away.”
They moved to the bedroom, Rumi hopping right onto the bed and turning to Kaina with an eager expression. The naked anticipation in her eyes made Kaina stiffen, starting to feel the pressure, but she powered through. Standing next to the bed, she pulled out the main item from her bag.
Rumi’s eyes widened, smile dropping into something surprised. “...Ropes?”
“I thought you’d look pretty in them,” Kaina mumbled.
Pretty was an understatement. Kaina had clicked through websites, looking at example photos and videos of people wrapped with organized rows and neat knots. She had stared at them, mentally placing Rumi in their place and salivating at the thought. Her strong legs forced to kneel, her ample chest laced and breasts pushed forward, her arms rendered useless behind her…
Just the thought was enough to send Kaina researching for hours, eventually buying a long set of red ropes that very night.
“Whatever you want,” Rumi reiterated, eyes never leaving Kaina’s hands as she pulled the rope between them.
“I’ve treated the ropes, so they should be good to use,” Kaina explained, “And I brought some emergency shears as well, in case we need to cut it quickly…”
As she pulled those out of the backpack, Rumi raised an eyebrow. “You not confident in your skills?”
Kaina pursed her lips at the challenge, but tried to stay stern instead of letting her anxiety show. “Better safe than sorry. It takes time to get them on and time to get them off, if a nerve gets pinched badly or you lose circulation I’d rather free you sooner than later.”
Rumi rolled her eyes, but didn’t object to Kaina placing the shears on her bedside. Maybe Rumi didn’t care about safety, but Kaina had researched long and hard online and almost every resource had emphasized preparing for worst-case scenarios.
“So how do you want to do this?” Rumi asked, sprawling on the bed.
“I want to start with a tie for each leg, then an arm bind with another rope. Does that work for you?”
Rumi scoffed. “No biggie, I’ve put you through a lot more.”
Kaina refrained from commenting that the most Rumi had actually tied her up had been using handcuffs. Getting competitive with Miruko was a losing game. “Then clothes off, lie down, knees up.”
She obliged, stripping before lying down and staring at her as Kaina looked for the middle of the rope to double-over. As she ran the now-doubled rope through her hands, Rumi’s foot tapped against the bed. “So? When’s the show getting started, director?”
“G-give me a minute.” The rope was ready, but she had to pull out her phone. “I need to pull up the directions…”
Rumi laughed. “It’s tying someone up, how complicated can it be?”
“A lot,” Kaina informed her as she opened some bookmarks, “I read and watched hours on the subject to prep for this.”
“And yet you still can’t do it without directions?”
Kaina leveled her with an unimpressed look. “I didn’t exactly have opportunity to practice. What, you think I should have called Midnight up to be my test dummy?”
That wasn’t exactly true. She had been able to practice some knots and even done the leg bind on herself, but there was no way she could practice binding her own arms. And even if she thought she had the legs, she was worried about forgetting a step somewhere and creating an ineffective (or worse, dangerous) bind.
“If you called Midnight for something like this, she’d never let you out of her bedroom again,” Rumi told her with a teasing smirk.
Though it was an exaggeration, Kaina found her cheeks flaring at the thought all the same. “Which is why I waited to do this with you.”
With that comment, she started with the first single-column tie around Rumi’s left ankle, careful to leave enough room for circulation. She then wrapped the rope around her deliciously thick thigh, going several times around both the thigh and ankle. From there, she started intersecting those lines and created some hitches. Though she tried to maintain similar tension across the skin, she wasn’t sure how successful she was.
“Feel alright?” She asked Rumi while tugging slightly.
“Peachy.”
When things seemed even-ish, she finished off her hitches and reinforced the end of her tie. “Secure?”
Rumi shifted her leg then, twisting a bit and muscle straining against it. “Huh, yeah.”
Kaina felt her mouth going dry at that powerful leg, capable of breaking concrete, rendered somewhat immobile by some well-placed rope. “Can I do the other one?”
“Obviously,” Rumi muttered, still testing out the restraint on her left leg with a furrowed brow, “Do what you want.”
Kaina did the second one a bit more confidently, barely needing to glance at the directions. When she completed that one, Rumi tested the bonds again.
“Don’t go breaking them now,” Kaina teased.
“I…” Rumi frowned. “I don’t think I can.”
During her observation, Rumi had started to sit up, but not enough for her back and arms to be accessible. Taking a cue from Rumi to ‘do what she wants,’ Kaina grabbed her by the shoulders and manhandled her around, eliciting a high pitched noise of surprise.
Kaina blinked, looking at Rumi’s back and bowed head. “Was that a squeak?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
She wouldn’t, but she dropped the subject. Instead she pulled Rumi’s arms. “I’ll need you to keep these extended and behind your back, okay?”
Rumi obliged silently, and Kaina got started on her work.
This time she had to consult her phone on almost every step. From the double-column tie at the wrists, up each ladder-like step towards the shoulders, and then the coup de grâce of the whole setup—the chest harness.
When she got to the loops around the chest, Kaina had to tug around a bit and made Rumi’s back arch. Rumi’s breath hitched at the motion, and Kaina felt her own heart beat faster at the reaction. Rumi was letting her cross and wrap around her bountiful breasts, emphasizing them while also further securing those ties up her arms.
As she tied it off, Kaina found her mouth going dry at Rumi’s obedience and vulnerability. One of the hottest and fiercest pro-heroes to have hopped into the business in the past few years… and she was willingly letting Kaina restrain her.
“Can you move?” Kaina asked.
Rumi squirmed a bit, but Kaina’s work held sturdy. “No…”
“Good.”
Kaina felt satisfied, staring at the lovely contrast between the vibrant red ropes and the rich brown skin.
“Circulation okay?” Kaina asked.
“...Yeah.”
Though Kaina hadn’t expected it, Rumi was much less mouthy when restrained. The uncharacteristic meekness was awakening… something. Could Kaina really do anything she wanted? Even to the most stubborn woman she’d ever met? And she would have no choice but to take it?
She was still behind Rumi, so she slipped her arms around her, cupping those gorgeous breasts as she rested her chin on Rumi’s shoulder. “I can do whatever I want to you, right?”
“I t-told you that,” Rumi said, squirming but unable to escape as Kaina rolled her nipples in her fingers.
Kaina gave one nipple a hard pinch, eliciting another squeak from Rumi.
Rumi’s frustration came through her next words. “Fuck, I can’t even bend my elbows.”
The comment made Kaina draw back once more, admiring her own handiwork along those thick arms. Her heart pounded as she watched Rumi squirm again, making an earnest effort against the ropes to no avail.
Almost unbelieving of the position she was in, Kaina slowly pushed Rumi over, sending her face-down onto the bed with her fluffy little tail sticking up between the rows of rope along her arms. Rumi’s legs shifted but couldn’t extend at all. Just for kicks, Kaina gave her gorgeous ass a hard slap, drawing out a gasp.
“Can’t resist at all,” Kaina commented, voice calm with control for once when in bed.
No response, but her tail twitched. Carefully, Kaina brushed her fingers through the soft fur. She didn’t get a lot of opportunities to touch Rumi like this, without getting distracted with a lot of other action at the same time. Now, though, she could linger and run her fingers through the fluffy anatomy, then slide it around to grab a cheek fully.
She used her other hand to slap her behind once more.
“Ah!” Rumi sounded high and breathy, almost like a completely different person.
Kaina started feeling heady with power, and she decided to push further. She leaned over, draping herself on Rumi’s back and boxing her in. Though there was rope between them, she could feel the heat radiating off of her. The scent of sweat filled Kaina’s nose as she slid her face from the upper back to just above Rumi’s shoulder, getting the opportunity to whisper right into her ear. “I can do whatever I want to you like this.”
Rumi’s ears were down, and her shoulders stiff. Kaina’s hands wandered to her hips and stomach. It was a delight to feel how her abs tensed at the touch, becoming firm enough to squeeze.
“You’re so helpless, you can’t fight back at all…”
“S-stop.”
Kaina froze. She almost wasn’t certain that was Rumi’s voice, so soft and trembling. “Huh?”
The body beneath her was shaking slightly, and Rumi turned her head just enough to let her words come out more clearly. “I’m done, l-let me out.”
Though it took a moment to process, it was like a bucket of cold water washed over Kaina. Oh, Rumi wasn’t enjoying this. She sat up immediately, giving Rumi some space, and caught a glimpse of her expression.
Rumi’s eyebrows were pinched together, eyes wide and a little glassy. Her lips were trembling, but before Kaina could get a better look Rumi buried her face against the pillow.
“Uh, of course.” Kaina refocused, the ropes now looking a lot less sexy and more like a lot of work to undo. “Just give me a minute…”
She scrambled to find her last ties and start prying them out, she found her hands slipping clumsily. Her little practice had been more focused on doing the knots, not undoing them. In an attempt to get a better angle to get them off, she pulled Rumi back up into a sitting position, raising her face off the pillow.
Her face uncovered, it was now obvious how fast Rumi was breathing. As Kaina fumbled with the ropes, she heard a tiny cry, almost like a hiccup with how small it was.
Fuck this was taking too long. Kaina snatched up the emergency shears from off the bedside table, oriented their blunt end against Rumi’s skin and took the rope of her upper harness between the blades.
Snip, snip, snip, to the upper harness, and each of the leg ties as well, until there was enough give that Rumi could wriggle off the remaining pieces. As soon as she was freed, Kaina reached out hesitantly. “Are you…?”
In lieu of an answer, Rumi flung herself onto Kaina, sobbing into her chest.
Kaina swallowed hard, guilt rising full force as Rumi clung to her, shoulders still shaking. She should have anticipated, or at least better prepared for this. Those resources she’d looked up had made a big deal about establishing limits and safewords and talking things out thoroughly, but that had never been her and Rumi’s strong suit. She assumed that someone as bold as Rumi would be perfectly fine with trying out something new without much fuss, and that it would be more embarrassing to ask a bunch of silly questions about exactly how far she could go.
She assumed wrong.
Rumi’s cries grew softer, and she eventually choked out some words. “I… I don’t like being trapped.”
Kaina embraced her carefully, wrapping from underneath the arms so Rumi’s arms would still be free. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”
“I never- I didn’t want to tell you. Or anyone. It’s dumb.”
She ran her fingers through Rumi’s hair, trying to sooth her. “It’s okay. We won’t do it again.”
Rumi’s grip tightened. “The one thing you actually wanted to do, that you bothered to research and shit for, and I can’t even…” She sniffled. “...It’s just scary. Being unable to… I guess I’m supposed to trust you, but when I couldn’t even kick out my legs, I was like ‘what if a villain came in here now, or if Kaina was secretly…’”
Her words trailed off, and Kaina tried not to think about the mission she was hiding from her. “I’m not a villain.”
Not by the HPSC’s definition, anyway.
Rumi snorted, the sound wet from mucus. “Fuck, I know, but feeling so… so helpless…”
Kaina waited patiently, still running her fingers through her hair.
“My class in grade school had a pet bunny, you know.” Rumi changed topics suddenly, words seeming to spill. “The teachers said it had a good cage, outside with plenty space, some grass and a hutch and everything, but… but it was so small compared to the world it could be in, there was nothing in there, and…”
Rumi’s foot was thumping against the bed now, fast little taps like a racing heartbeat.
“...And when I was very small, before I even thought about being a hero, I went inside the cage to help clean up something in the back, and my classmate… Fuck, this sounds so dumb to remember as an adult.”
“Go ahead,” Kaina muttered softly, “I won’t judge.”
There was almost a minute of silence, but eventually Rumi forged forward with the story. “It was just a prank. The person I was paired to clean the cage with, he was a little shit, and when I was inside, he thought it’d be so fucking funny to lock me in there.”
“What a shithead,” Kaina agreed.
Rumi gave a laugh, but her voice still shook, “He ran off, and left me inside, and I was just… I was so weak back then, if it were today I could have kicked those dingy little wire walls out, but at that age… I just felt like ‘Oh, I’m the bunny now, huh?’ just a fucking… a fucking pet a weak little toy that no one would ever take seriously, and…”
She was squeezing Kaina so tight that she might burst. “So how did you get out, then?”
“Well, one of the groundskeepers passed by and let me out. But I never forgot that feeling, and I vowed… I would become strong, and never let myself get trapped and helpless again.
“...Until someone asked you to do it for sexy reasons,” Kaina braved a joke.
Luckily Rumi was recovered enough that she laughed at it. “Well, I’ve tried it now and confirmed: No restrictions is best.”
They settled a bit, eventually lying down in a gentler cuddle. Rumi’s foot stopped tapping, and her crying stopped. Kaina tried to relax despite the guilt of having put Rumi through that again.
“There was one part I liked, though,” Rumi said.
Kaina blinked at her, uncertain what part of ‘reviving traumatic memories in a botched attempt to be sexy’ would be likable.
“You deciding what to do was nice,” She elaborated, “Regardless of everything. A little determination looks good on you.”
Though Kaina definitely didn’t want to get riled up, she blushed at the compliment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The HPSC president waited for her to sit down before asking. “Have you found any weaknesses for Usagiyama Rumi?”
Kaina thought about Rumi in tears, panicking, distraught at the restraints. She thought about harrowing it must have been, how it felt like if anyone else had put Rumi into that headspace, a trained HPSC interrogator or worse, how easily the strong hero could be broken in.
“No.” She lied.
The president sighed. “Even after so long? And sleeping with her?”
“Not a single chink in her armor.”
He tapped a finger against the desk, thinking. “That’s not good.”
She knew it wasn’t. She didn’t know what else to say, though.
“Could you be her weakness?” He asked abruptly, face lighting up, “If her girlfriend begged her to join with the same organization, surely she’d want to join the HPSC to spend time with her.”
She thought about how free Rumi was right now, no one to report to. Kaina considered each protocol the HPSC had her memorize, the hundreds of rules and restrictions she worked under, and how trapped Kaina herself felt in this very mission.
She maintained casual boredness as she said, “We haven’t labeled as girlfriends or anything. And I don’t anticipate her looking for anything more than a steady hookup. I’m not sure if that woman even has a single emotional vulnerability.”
The president narrowed his eyes. “...I see.”
Kaina waited for him to do the math. She had done the calculations herself, trying to figure out how much longer the HPSC would be willing to let Kaina extend the mission, and whether there was anywhere Rumi could work within the HPSC which wouldn’t feel like a cage.
“So in your professional opinion…” The president started, “After having interacted with the target for a sustained period, you’ve determined that she will not join, and will never join the HPSC willingly.”
“Yes.”
“And there hasn’t been a weakness or a piece of blackmail anywhere you’ve been able to pick up over the duration of your mission, that we could use to secure her properly in our organization.”
“None at all.”
He sighed. “A shame. She certainly had potential.”
Kaina didn’t respond to that. He got out of his chair and went to the window, looking down at the masses below. The mass of civilians and even pro-heroes who never knew about these back-room missions, which plucked villains and problematic pro-heroes out of the scene before they even made a problem.
The darkness she was a part of.
You just gonna do whatever anyone tells you to do?
Ever since the HPSC had started training her, they had seemed so big and all encompassing. She was just one cog in their hero-churning machine, going with the flow and accepting each mission had to be the best decision. Even if things were corrupt, what could one person do? What kind of change could she enact right now that might do something to change it?
Determination looks good on you.
She stood up.
The president chuckled. “I trust you know what you need to do now.”
Kaina raised her arm, elbow bent, gun taking aim. “Yes, I do.”
And she shot him.