The city was a bore. Another night, another metropolis teeming with mortals who scurried about their meaningless lives like ants. Sometimes, I'd walk among them just to feel something, anything, but tonight the usual apathy had settled over me like a shroud.
A shortcut down a grimy alleyway seemed as good a distraction as any. The smell of damp garbage and city grime was a welcome change from the cloying perfumes and exhaust fumes of the main street.
I'd only taken a few steps when I heard it. The click-clack of heels on concrete. The sound was too sharp, too deliberate for a random passerby.
It had the rhythm of a pursuit. I didn't even bother to hide my smirk.
Someone was following me. This could be interesting.
I slowed my pace, letting them catch up, my hands shoved deep in the pockets of my hoodie. The clicking grew louder, closer, then stopped.
"Hey! Who are you, and what are you doing back here?"
The voice was loud, trying for authoritative, but it was too high-pitched, too feminine. I turned slowly, letting my hoodie fall back.
And there she was. A Taimanin.
I could smell the faint tang of their unique energy arts clinging to her like a second skin. She was a tiny thing, barely reaching my chest, but packed into a ridiculous black latex catsuit that left little to the imagination.
Pleated red frills adorned her hips and shoulders, and her pink hair was tied up in twin tails that bounced with indignation.
But what really caught my eye was her body. Small breasts, a narrow waist, and then… an absolutely magnificent, oversized ass and thick thighs, all shrink-wrapped in gleaming latex.
My boredom was beginning to evaporate.
I let my eyes crawl over her, taking in every detail with an appreciative, insolent gaze. I saw her face flush a deep, angry red.
"None of your business, midget," I sneered. The insult was a deliberate prod, a little test. "Unless you want some fun with me or something?"
That did it. The blush on her face deepened to a furious crimson. Her little hands, clad in black gloves, clenched into tight fists at her sides, the latex creaking with the tension.
"W-What did you say, you... you pig?!" she sputtered, her voice rising. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! And stop looking at me with those disgusting eyes!"
She dropped into a low fighting stance, one hand held up in a guard while the other rested near her hip. The red frills on her catsuit swayed with the sharp, almost comical movement. For such a tiny thing, she certainly had spirit.
"I am Taimanin Yukikaze Mizuki!" she announced, her voice ringing with misplaced pride. "You're acting suspiciously, and now you're harassing me! I'm taking you in for questioning!"
A chuckle rumbled in my chest. So eager for a fight. So keen to play the hero.
"So eager for a fight, huh?" I smirked, letting my gaze drop pointedly to her impressive backside. "You wanna be harassed that much?"
Before she could even process the words, I moved. It was a simple flicker of motion, a casual step that put me directly behind her. Her senses were too slow, her training too basic to track it.
I brought my hand up and brought it down hard on the perfect, round curve of her right ass cheek.
SMACK!
The sound was shockingly loud in the enclosed space, a wet, fleshy report that echoed off the brick walls. I felt the satisfying jiggle of her flesh ripple through my palm.
A sharp, involuntary shriek, a perfect blend of pain, shock, and pure violation, was ripped from her throat. I saw her whole body jolt, a shameful, hot wave of sensation that almost made her knees buckle.
But fury, righteous and absolute, instantly smothered it.
"You bastard!" she screamed, her face a crimson inferno. "I'll kill you, you fucking pervert!"
She whirled around, a blur of black and red. Her leg whipped up in a vicious spinning kick, the pointed heel of her boot aimed directly for my head. It was fast, I'll give her that.
Fast for a human.
"Aiming for a kill, huh?" I said, my voice laced with amusement. "Kicking people for feeling your ass? Not good at all."
Her kick was all rage, no technique. I caught her foot easily in my hand, my grip like iron.
Her eyes widened with a flicker of genuine fear. She was completely off-balance, one leg held captive, leaving her beautifully exposed.
I took the opportunity to deliver another, harder blow to her other ass cheek.
THWACK!
This slap was even louder, sending a jarring shockwave through her entire body. Her hips bucked forward, and a mortified squeal escaped her lips.
"Gah! Let go!" she screamed, her voice cracking with a mixture of fury and rising panic. "I said let go of me, you piece of shit!"
She twisted her body, trying to use the leverage of her captured leg to unbalance me, while swinging a desperate elbow at my ribs. Pathetic.
I blocked her arm with my free hand and, for good measure, gave her small, firm breast a quick, dismissive grope. The jolt of pure violation that shot through her was almost palpable.
Then I released her leg and shoved her away.
She stumbled backward, her heels scraping on the grimy pavement until her back hit the cold, hard brick wall of the alley with a gasp.
"See? You are no match for me," I said, dusting off my hands.
I decided to grant her a sliver of mercy, a chance to walk away with her pride merely shattered, not obliterated. "I can consider letting you go if you bow and apologize, flat-chest midget. Don't test my patience!"
She trembled against the wall, a cocktail of searing rage and profound humiliation. The insult, a direct hit on two of her biggest insecurities, echoed in the narrow alley.
"Apologize...?" she whispered, her voice dangerously low. She pushed herself off the wall, her pink eyes blazing with a furious, otherworldly light.
The suggestion was so absurd, so utterly insulting, that it burned away all her remaining self-control.
"APOLOGIZE?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing off the narrow walls. "You touch me... you defile me... and you tell me to apologize?! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"