[Unknown Location]
"BAM!!"
The door of one of the offices inside the White Fang base bursts open. Adara Taurus, high-ranking member and leader of the Vale branch, steps into the hallway gripping a stack of papers in her hand. She walks with quick steps, teeth clenched and an expression that leaves no doubt: she is furious.
[Image]
The faunus who see her immediately move aside. No one wants to be in her way.
"Crash!!"
One of the recruits outright jumps through the window, breaking the glass rather than risk crossing her path.
A novice, still confused, scratches his head.
"What do you think has her so upset?" he asks, not understanding why their leader looks so furious.
"Blake."
"Blake."
"Blake."
Several answer at the same time. Even the guy who had jumped through the window pokes his head back in through the broken frame.
"If you asked me, I would say… Blake."
[Blake's Room]
The room is dark, barely lit by the bluish glow of the scroll resting on its stand.
"MHMM!!!" Blake moans, biting her lip as she stares at the screen. The raw audio of the video rumbles through the room.
"Yes! Inside, come inside!" the wolf faunus girl in the porn video screams, completely given in.
Blake shivers listening to her. "Yeah, that's it, show her who's in charge" she murmurs to herself with a crooked smile. Her hand squeezes one of her breasts hard, playing with the pressure, while the other directs the vibrator straight to her pussy.
BZZZ!! BZZZ!!
The device vibrates with almost ridiculous strength. Blake arches her back, letting out a sharp moan.
"Ahhh!" Her body trembles, grateful she had bought the X-9000 UltraTurbo Hip Destroyer MkIII Vibrator, with flexible shaft, wireless control, and long-lasting battery.
She closes her eyes, letting herself go. The vibrator does most of the work while she listens to the wild sex filling the room from the screen. She does not imagine herself in the place of the girl in the video. No, she is not that kind of person. She has a girlfriend, she has limits, she would not accept being dragged around a warehouse or used by a man as a toy.
But while she is not thinking about how she would like to be the girl in the video, she increases the speed of the vibrator.
BZZZ!!! BZZZZ!!!
The trembling shakes her completely, every muscle tightening, her breathing turning into broken gasps. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cries out without controlling the volume, brushing against climax… which does not arrive.
Everything collapses in an instant.
The door of her room is kicked violently open and swings wide.
"Aaaah!" Blake lets out a strangled scream, startled as she tumbles from the bed to the floor with a clumsy thud. Several things fall with her: the scroll rolls to Adara's feet, while the vibrator, expelled from her body by the jolt, shoots across to the other side of the room.
[Image]
"This is not what it looks like!" she exclaims desperately, while the video keeps playing without pause.
"Yes, I am your pet! Fuck me, come inside!" the voice of the girl in the video roars in the background, filling the uncomfortable silence.
And as if it were a final mockery, the vibrator keeps buzzing on the floor.
BZZZ!! BZZZ!!
Vibrating so strongly that it bounces like crazy on the floor from all the power.
"Are you not masturbating to the viral porn video where a white-haired guy dominates a faunus?" Adara asks, her voice loaded with annoyance.
Blake freezes on the floor, still with her shorts halfway down her thighs. Her eyes dart toward the vibrator that keeps trembling out of control.
"With a vibrator that is about to turn into a weapon?" Adara points at the device just as the mechanical voice resounds.
"Switching to lethal weapon mode."
BZZZ!! BZZZZ!! The vibrator starts bouncing across the room, slamming violently into the walls.
BAM!! Everything ends when a bullet pierces it and the device explodes into a thousand pieces.
"Noooo!" Blake screams, crawling across the floor to gather the charred remains with trembling hands. "Easy, easy, we can still fix you..."
Bzzz... bzzz... the vibrator shudders one last time before shutting down completely.
Blake presses her lips together, furious. "Why did you do that? I am still paying it in installments!"
Annoyed, Adara approaches with quick steps and throws several papers into her face. "Do you want to explain what this is?" She does not shout, but her cold voice is just as threatening, if not more, than if she had.
Blake picks up some sheets from the floor. She is thankful Adara wears a mask; otherwise, she is sure she would be staring at her murderous glare. But as soon as she reads the papers, her face turns pale. "Well, you see…"
"BAM!!" Silence falls when Adara slams the wall with such strength that she opens a hole in it.
"You used White Fang resources to find the boy from the video..."
The silence that follows is extremely uncomfortable. Blake swallows hard, her heart pounding against her ribs.
"So, Blake, what do you have to say in your favor?"
She takes a deep breath, searching for a way out. "You approved my budget."
A vein throbs on Adara's forehead. "I thought you were investigating how to take advantage of Atlas now that they were weak!"
Blake jumps to her feet, still with her shorts hanging, and grabs a folder from the table. "And I did," she says, handing her a folder with a nervous smile.
Adara opens it, but only finds a single page. "Atlas has already rebuilt and reorganized its defenses, an attack is not possible."
BAM!!
The folder falls to the floor. But Adara's eyes are no longer on it, they are fixed on the pile of thick folders Blake has on the table.
Blake feels her throat dry. "Those are nothing... ahaha..." Her nervous laugh fools no one.
Adara walks to the table without stopping and picks up one of the heaviest folders. She opens it, and the first thing she sees, in large letters, leaves her speechless: "Project: Who is the boy from the video?"
She clenches her teeth as she flips through the pages. IP traces. Maps with marked sectors. Terrain reconnaissance in search of the exact filming location.
Her anger rises with each sheet. Adara's face reddens, but she does not look away. There are trait analyses, database comparisons, entire lists of possible matches. All perfectly organized, filed with obsessive precision.
In the end, she closes the folder with a sharp thud. Her gaze locks on Blake.
Blake lowers her head, unable to hold it. Her ears feel hot from pure embarrassment.
"You used the White Fang's resources, its agents, the communication network, and the organization's money... to find a boy from a porn video."
"Well? What's your excuse?" she asks.
Blake remains on her knees on the floor, staring down. "Is it wrong to try to look for people with tastes similar to mine?"
"It is when you use the White Fang's resources!"
"Well, sorry."
"Your apologies are worthless to me! What am I going to tell the leaders when they ask what we spent this month's budget on?" Adara paces back and forth, moving her hands in rage.
"Do I tell them that my girlfriend, the one I wanted to give more responsibilities to, spent it searching for a boy from a porn video with whom she surely wants to cheat on me?"
Blake stiffens. "I do not want to cheat on you!" she answers defensively. "I just want to talk to him about his methods and the motivation he had to make that video, nothing more."
Adara shakes her head, incredulous. "I am sure you want to fuck him."
Blake quickly stands and hugs her desperately. "No, no, no, I love you, only you."
That calms her for a few seconds. Adara responds to the hug, although the tension remains in her body. That calm shatters when Blake's embrace grows much stronger than necessary.
"Why would I want that big, hard cock dominating me on the bed while you watch me being humiliated and you shove a big, juicy...?"
"Damn it, Blake!" Adara pushes her away sharply. "You have problems!" She points at her with a finger, breathing heavily. "And I do not know how to deal with this anymore."
Blake lets herself fall to the floor and crawls to her feet. "No, no, do not leave me! I promise I am going to change."
Adara pushes her back with a foot. "That is what you said last time! You said it with your erotic novels." She points at all the ones scattered across the floor.
"I-I..." Blake stammers. "I was going to throw them away, I swear. But I wanted to finish them first, it would be a waste if I did not read them. Besides, they are not erotic, they are romantic novels."
"Ha." Adara lets out a bitter laugh. She picks up a book from the floor, opens it at random, and reads aloud. "Oh yes, Akira-kun, dominate me with your great and powerful katana, thrust your...' I am going to stop there." She presses two fingers to her temple and sighs. "Blake..." her voice sounds sadder. "I think the best thing would be for you to go back to your parents."
Blake's eyes open wide as plates. "No, no, no, anything but that! They are horrible, they want to spend the whole day with me. My room does not have a door! How am I supposed to masturbate in peace?"
"Please, Adara, give me one last chance. I promise I will do better. I promise I will delete the video from my scroll!" she begs with a broken voice.
Adara watches her in silence for a few seconds before sighing. "All right… this is your last chance."
"Yes, yes, I swear!" Blake grabs her scroll in a rush and shows how she deletes the video file.
Adara nods, somewhat calmer. "Just do the best you can. And for god's sake, put on pants." She leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.
Blake waits a few seconds, making sure she is really gone. As soon as everything is silent, she jumps to her feet, runs to her laptop, and opens the same porn video she had just deleted.
"I never said I would delete it from my laptop..." she murmurs as she starts masturbating again, picking up right where Adara had interrupted her.
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[Roman's Hideout]
Neo enters Roman's office with an exaggeratedly wide smile, as if she were enjoying the situation more than she should. As soon as she crosses the door, the first thing she receives is Roman's scathing glare, sitting behind his desk with a clearly irritated expression. On the table, plainly visible, there is a package.
"Ah…" Roman lets out a heavy sigh when he sees her enter. "Neo, could you explain to me why they delivered a package for you directly at the door of my secret hideout? The same hideout that is supposed to be, you know, secret?"
She puts a finger to her chin, frowning as if she were thinking very seriously. After a few seconds she shrugs with an innocent face, as if she had no idea what he is talking about.
"Do not lie!" Roman shoves the package toward her with force. "The sender is your slut of a friend."
Neo blinks and lowers her gaze. Looking closely, she notices that indeed the package comes from Daniel. Her expression changes immediately: the smile grows wider and her eyes shine with excitement. Without thinking, she throws herself toward the package and begins opening it with almost childlike speed.
"Do not ignore me!" Roman raises his voice, more and more frustrated. "Do you not understand the concept of a secret hideout?"
She does not even look at him. Tearing the wrapping and lifting the box lid, she freezes for an instant when a frog suddenly jumps onto the desk.
Roman blinks in disbelief. "Why the hell did he send you a frog…?" He does not finish the sentence because the creature pulls from the same box a tiny top hat and a cane.
In a matter of seconds the frog begins to sing and dance on the desk.
Hello! ma baby, ♬♪ Hello! ma honey, ♪ ♫ ♩ Hello! ma ragtime gal! ♬♪♪
The animal moves, giving little tap kicks as it sings with surprising energy. Roman presses two fingers to his temple, feeling how a strong migraine begins to form.
Neo, on the other hand, smiles delighted and begins clapping excitedly for the dancing frog.
"Where do you meet these people?" Roman looks at her with an expression somewhere between annoyed and exhausted. "Where the hell did they get a dancing frog? And how the hell is it still alive! The box does not even have holes!"
Neo leans over to look inside. The cardboard is intact, without a single opening. For a moment she wonders how the frog survived in there, but she decides to ignore it and focuses again on the show that seems to be ending.
"Then you'll be left alone. ♬♪♪ Oh baby, telephone ♬♪♪ And tell me I'm your own! ♪ ♫ ♩" As soon as it finishes its last word, the frog returns to its initial position, still as if nothing had happened.
Clap, clap, clap! Neo claps once more, this time purely out of courtesy.
"Thank God, it finally shut up," Roman celebrates with relief.
She rolls her eyes, convinced he just wants to complain about something, and leans over to check what else Daniel sent her, hoping it was not only a dancing frog. Her eyes light up when she sees an ice cream tub, though her joy fades immediately when she notices it traveled without refrigeration and next to a frog. She sighs in disappointment, leaving the ice cream on the table.
"Do not put that thing on my table!" Roman protests.
Neo is already looking at the last object inside the box. She tilts her head in confusion when she discovers a strange half-open package filled with white powder. Or rather, half filled. Something had opened the package and eaten half of its contents.
She narrows her eyes, watching the frog suspiciously. She notices a faint trace of white powder under its nose, which the animal wipes with its little paw as if nothing happened. The idea that it was the culprit crosses her mind, but she quickly dismisses it.
"Unlikely," she thinks. It is too small to have swallowed half the package.
Even so, she does the math. Judging by the size of the bag, it easily weighed a kilo. Even if the frog had inhaled some, it could not have consumed that much.
In the end, she shrugs without giving it much more thought. Neo takes a pinch of the powder and puts it in her mouth, at least sure it was not poisonous since the frog was still alive.
"Do not put that in your mouth!" Roman leans forward with a deep frown. "What are you, five years old?"
Of course, she ignores him. The effect is immediate: her body trembles and a jolt of energy runs from head to toe. Suddenly she feels more alert, more alive, with a euphoria that makes her laugh without meaning to.
Without wasting time, she takes out her wallet, slides out a card, and spreads a little of the powder on Roman's desk. With speed and practice, she shapes a perfect line of white powder.
"Snif!"
She inhales the powder in one sharp motion. Her pupils dilate and, without thinking, she throws a punch at the wall out of pure excitement.
BAM! The impact leaves a hole shaped like her fist in the wood.
Excited, she immediately leans forward to repeat the dose, but Roman grabs her arm before she can do it.
"Hold it right there, junkie."
Neo grumbles, making exaggerated gestures to remind him that the package was hers, therefore she could do whatever she wanted with it. Roman calmly ignores her, taking a pinch himself and tasting it.
His eyes widen in an instant. "This is some good shit," he blurts out, though he does not seem to recognize what kind of new drug it is.
"Well, whatever." He presses a button on his desk and one of his henchmen appears right away. Roman hands him the box without wasting time. "Take this. Quadruple the weight by mixing it with baby powder and plaster, understood?"
The minion nods quickly and bolts out of the room carrying the package.
Neo watches him leave with an annoyed grimace. Right after, she shakes Roman by the shoulders, upset that he had taken possession of her drug.
He swats her away. "Stop whining already. You'll get your share of the money when I sell it."
That does not comfort her. With her shoulders slumped and a defeated expression, her gaze falls on the ice cream tub still sitting on the table. Maybe she would have better luck there.
Resigned, she picks it up and, clinging to a faint hope, opens it. To her surprise, the ice cream seems to be in decent condition: a little melted, but not completely ruined.
Her mood lifts instantly. She smiles and, as if it were the most normal thing, pulls from her pocket the ice cream spoon she always carries with her. She is about to take the first bite when an eye opens in the middle of the creamy surface.
Neo freezes, motionless, as she watches the eye staring at her from inside the ice cream.
Roman, who up until then had been watching in case there was more drug hidden, covers his mouth with one hand, caught between disgust and intrigue.
Neo sets the tub down on the desk, taking a moment to look at it calmly. The idea of getting ice cream with an eye inside is strange even by her standards, but it does not surprise her too much.
"Cryptic as always," she thinks, remembering Daniel and his oddities.
The matter does not end there. The ice cream blinks, a second eye appears, and soon after the creamy surface begins shaping itself into a small face, mouth included. A feminine form emerges from the frozen mass, staring at her with an expectant expression.
Roman watches in silence, and without saying a word opens a drawer of his desk to pull out the strongest bottle of whiskey he owns. He pours himself a generous glass—necessary to deal with what he is seeing.
The room falls silent for a couple of seconds. Then Neo smiles, decides to go with the flow, and plunges her spoon straight into the middle of the ice-cream girl's face without hesitation.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" The ice cream girl screams immediately as Neo calmly savors the first spoonful.
"Damn it, Neo!" Roman shoots to his feet, glaring at the scene in irritation.
She doesn't care. She serves herself another spoonful, and this time her smile widens—the taste is delicious, cold, and sweet. The ice cream girl's scream grows louder, which only seems to amuse her even more.
"Put her out of her misery!" Roman yells from across the table.
Neo grins shamelessly and raises the spoon for a third time. The flavor is far too addictive to pass up. But just as she is about to dig in again, the girl's face suddenly vanishes into the ice cream, and in its place emerges the metallic barrel of a gun.
"Huh?" She barely has time to react.
The gunshot rings out instantly. Neo sparks her Aura on reflex, but not fast enough. The projectile slams straight into her shoulder, tearing through and forcing her back with a grunt of pain. The tub is hurled across the office with the force of the shot, bouncing against the walls as more bullets follow.
Second, third, fourth… each round ricochets around the room. Neo takes several direct hits, but this time her Aura is active and shields her, absorbing the damage. Roman does the same, raising his Aura for cover while diving behind his desk.
After a relentless burst, the weapon finally clicks empty. The tub lands somehow on the desk again, still and quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Both step out from their cover, visibly irritated. Roman takes a drag from his freshly lit cigar and lets out a dry chuckle. "I have to admit, you surprised me, girl. My respects. Not many manage to hurt Neo."
Neo growls, gritting her teeth, her shoulder still bleeding. Anger consumes her as she draws the hidden blade from her umbrella, ready to tear the damned ice cream apart.
"Any last words?" Roman laughs mockingly.
The ice cream girl's response is a spit straight into his face, some of it landing in his mouth. Roman growls in disgust, wiping it away while muttering curses under his breath.
Neo wastes no more time. She raises her blade with both hands and brings it down with full force, intent on chopping the tub to pieces.
Slash!
But the strike never lands. The blow is abruptly stopped by Roman's cane, which blocks it at the very last second.
"Hold it, Neo."
Roman smiles, that same smile she instantly recognizes as his conman grin.
Neo frowns, not understanding why he stopped her. She's ready to protest, but in the end, she holds still, though visibly annoyed. Taking advantage of the moment, she discreetly pulls a berry from her pocket, slipping it into her mouth. The effect is immediate: the pain from the gunshot vanishes, and the wound in her shoulder quickly closes.
"Tell me, little friend." Roman raises his hand. At the tip of his finger glistens a small smear of ice cream, more specifically, the spit the ice cream girl had just thrown at him. "Can you make more of this?"
The ice cream girl looks at him with a serious expression, not a trace of fear in her eyes. Her little hand rises over the rim of the tub and, with a gesture, conjures a generous amount of ice cream onto the desk. Its color is different, whiter, even shining faintly.
Neo raises an eyebrow and shoots Roman a quick signal, a clear "What are you planning?"
"Taste it." Roman watches her calmly, confident.
Reluctantly, Neo scoops up a bit of the white ice cream with her spoon. Her eyes go wide the instant she recognizes the flavor: it's identical to the white powder she had sampled earlier. The euphoria floods back instantly, forcing her into another spoonful, and another.
She quickly deduces that it was the ice cream girl who consumed half of the package, somehow developing the ability to replicate it in ice cream form. The logic is absurd, but Neo doesn't care in the slightest. She keeps eating, unconcerned with anything else.
Roman, ignoring her lack of manners, lifts the tub until the girl is right in front of his eyes. Their gazes lock in silence.
"I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship." Roman's smile slowly spreads across his face.
To his surprise, the ice cream girl smiles back.
"I think I'm going to call you Vanilla."
-//-
Author's Note:
I wrote this chapter quickly, so if you spot any mistakes, don't hesitate to let me know.
Special thanks to Noiyuu, who suggested Blake's part and for Adam being a woman; I couldn't have pulled it off without you.
I'm not sure what would be funnier: Blake cheating on Adara with Daniel, or Adara cheating on Blake with Daniel. Either way, it'll be hilarious when it happens.
What else… hmm… One question: if I wrote a fanfic of a fanfic, should I ask permission to use it? I mean, I'm pretty sure nobody asks J. K. Rowling for permission to make +18 Harry Potter fanfics.
Anyway… I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Kisses and hugs!❤️