MAEVE POV
“Your face is still red, are you ok? Should we call it off and do it another time?” Qinn asked me with concern.
“I’m fine. Just a little bit hot from the sun.”
“Alright, let me go through it one more time.”
He starts laying out the plan. We’re supposed to rendezvous with guild BOA, but I’ll be hanging back outside with the informant. Meanwhile, Qinn will head in and have a chat with Jackal, the BOA leader.
He attempted to explain his goal, but halfway through, I stopped paying attention. My down there has been bothering me ever since I watched those videos. It’s becoming increasingly irritating, and honestly, I just want to go back and see if there’s a video offering advice on how to deal with it. I’m constantly feeling wet in my panties, and I’m starting to worry it’s not just piss.
NO! I have to focus! This being my debut mission, Qinn is relying on me to keep a close watch on that informant.
“Is there a stain on my pants?”
“Huh!? Uh…no. I was just keeping an eye-, I mean thinking!!.”
Oh god, I need to stop staring at his crotch. Concentrate! What did he say about the informant again?
I need to keep her company, and then wait. Is there a signal? What do I need to do with her?
“There she is. Ion, meet Maeve. Maeve, Ion.”
Oh, I see.
It’s not what I need to do WITH her,
it’s what I need to do TO her.
She towers over Qinn by a good three inches, boasting an athletic and well-toned physique. With her tanned skin, short wild black hair, and striking green eyes that mirror the vibrant hues of a sunny rainforest, she exudes an Amazonian aura, or at least bears a striking resemblance to one. Her demeanor is chipper and outgoing, matching her lively presence.
But then it hit me. The worst-case scenario had materialized. Qinn is faced with someone boasting an impressive bosom—undeniably large, threatening to burst forth from her sports bra as she draws nearer. Silently, my hackles rise as I observe Qinn’s gaze lingering on her chest for 1.947 seconds.
The Amazonian lady shoots me a puzzled look, and I make sure to maintain an expression of feigned innocence. It will be all the more satisfying when I dismantle her tits like a burst water balloon. Ah, right, the mission! It all comes rushing back to me now.
I need to beat her face in and slap her tits off when the signal arrives.
Don’t worry Qinn. I will make sure those devilish things never appear before you again.
“Maeve, you there?”
“Yes, Q?”
“I need you to wait here with her a bit. I will be back soon, got it?”
“Got it. Have fun.”
As Qinn disappeared into the building, I strolled past the Amazonian woman and casually leaned against the side of the building in the narrow alleyway. With a subtle gesture, I indicated for her to stand beside me. The confined space of the alleyway would make it difficult for her to flee when the time came.
While my gaze seemed to stray elsewhere, little did she know, that my intent-probing remained firmly locked onto her. Now all that’s left is to bide my time and sharpen my claws in the meantime.
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I never realized how tedious it could be to stand by during a mission. Just standing around, seemingly doing nothing, yet needing to maintain focus at all times. It’s like tedium personified, and that’s not even the half of it.
I’m being driven crazy listening to her incessant rambling about gears, specs, and whatnot. Sure, she’s a tuner, so it’s understandable she’s passionate about it, but why on earth would I know or even care about the intricate details of my gears?
Yes, it’s a beast tech. Yes, it’s rare and it’s custom-modified to fit my physiques and my jutting ears. But truth be told, I don’t know a single thing about them beyond the fact that they’re comfortable to wear and don’t impede my sensitive senses and awareness.
The inner tight fitting regulates temperatures too, so I feel warm even on cold days. But really, what’s the point in knowing all that? You don’t need to. Qinn handles all the customization and size measurements. If you’re so curious, go ask him about it.
On the second thought, don’t ask him. In fact, don’t come near him at all, and if it’s possible I want you to turn those things smaller and live the rest of your life in a forest or something.
The yammering just doesn’t stop. I zoned out and thought back to the video I saw this morning. Oh, she stops talking and just observing me now. Good.
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This morning, I felt as though I had gone through an enlightenment. The way of making Qinn happy other than breasts. But that 1.9472 seconds of him staring at her breasts still plays in my mind. How do I make him see me and only mine?
As I pondered for a moment, my gaze drifted across the street and landed on a tattoo parlor. Suddenly, a memory surfaced of a video I watched where a guy proudly displayed a tattoo of his girlfriend’s face on his arm.
Do I need to get a tattoo of Qinn’s face on my breasts? I looked down and sighed again. No, it wouldn’t work. Then what about my lower belly where the babies are made? The word “Qinn’s” has a nice ring to it. Maybe with some of that weird inverted triangle drawing on display. The advertisement board says it’s popular.
I quickly dismissed the idea of getting a tattoo on my belly button. It would be risky to display Qinn’s name, even if it’s just an alias, as it could attract unwanted attention and potentially jeopardize his efforts to remain low-key. I realized I shouldn’t make his job more difficult with my own selfish desires.
Hmm…..if I can’t show it off, what about piercings then? I can have a couple on my breasts, right? I mean, it’s tiny but I think they have enough surface area to house a couple. The guy on the video had his eyes on the girl’s piercing and all of a sudden his lust skyrocketed and his thrusting speed increased by multiple notches. So it must work, right?
Hehe, perhaps I could convince Qinn to put one on me and pretend to scream in exaggerated pain when he pierces me. It might make him feel guilty and stay loyal to my breasts, the very ones he permanently marked.
…..
Qinn’s sad expression flashed through my mind, and I swiftly dismissed the idea. Whenever I found myself hurt, he always showed genuine concern and made sure I was okay first and foremost. I can’t take advantage of his kindness and love like that.
Arrrggggh! I ruffled my hair frustratingly.
Why is love so hard?
I just want him to love me more! And my breasts too while he is at it!
Sigh….. What is love anyway? A wise person once said to not hurt him or her. I don’t mind Qinn hurting me. But the idea of hurting Qinn sickens me to my very core. So, I guess it’s back to researching the collar lady I suppose.
“Love is hard, yeah?”
“Yea, love is so ha-, wait shut up. It’s none of your business.”
Oh crap, I almost forgot she existed. I home-in my intent back at her and she felt..... Joyful? Like she had finally managed to find a connection to tether to. About love?
Feh! What the heck does this pair of walking tits know about love.
“I mean, it’s hard making him pay attention to you and only you, after all, there are tons of other fishes in the sea, am I wrong?”
“Wha-, how did you…” My eyes widened, is she secretly a mind reader?
“Ahaha! You are so easy to read.” She put her hands on her hips and straightened her back, pushing those melons right in front of my face.
My expression grew darker as my vision was consumed by the very thing I despised most. I had to resist the urge to act. The signal hadn’t arrived yet, so attacking her now would be premature. I remained silent, leaning back against the wall, biding my time.
It’s ok Maeve. Channel your inner MP, Qi, Ether, Prana, and whatnot, and store it deep within your core. Oh world, lend me your power, lend me your energy and faith so that I can vanquish this heathen into the depths of oblivion.
“Hehe, you are so adorable.”
“……”
“That guy too. A bit shorter than my taste, but hey, when you are this tall, beggars can’t be choosers yeah?”
“………”
“But man, the way he stared at my breasts. Wooowie, I can hardly contain myself you know?”
“…………”
“He looks hella strong too! I can tell.”
“……………”
“Maybe I can invite him into my bed. Oh, don’t worry, you can watch too. As a learning experience. Wahahah!”
CRASH!
The sound of a smashed window glass resounded above, on the third floor.
The very next second, like a coiled spring, I pivoted my left leg into a spin and delivered my strongest jump kick onto her face.
KA-BANG!
“Wheew, not bad Kitty. Nice kick.” It didn't connect. She blocked it.
“DO. NOT. CALL ME KITTY!”
“Woooo, that’s some bloodlust right there. Awesome!”
After she deflected my kick with her left arm, she unleashed a straight punch that narrowly missed my face. I swayed to her open side and retaliated with a flurry of short, rapid hooks. She managed to block most of them with her other hand, though a few managed to land. However, it didn’t seem to faze her as she countered with a spinning kick.
Tch! I ducked down, aiming to push her stomach away with my left foot, but to my surprise, she stood firm, refusing to budge. Instead, I found myself pushed back by the recoil, and I had to execute a quick backflip to maintain distance.
“Oh, you are quick on your feet eh? Come on then, I’m still waiting.”
Feeling the vein on my head throbbed, I tapped into the acceleration of my SpeedGear, harnessing its power to enhance my speed. With a burst of energy, I dashed, not directly at her, but to her side. I maneuvered swiftly, bouncing from her left, then to her right, and back to her left in rapid succession.
Multiple afterimages of me surrounded her as I continued to bounce around the walls, my movements blurring with speed. As I quickened my tempo for the final strike, I prepared to deliver a sidekick aimed at her waist, aiming to catch her off guard.
BANG!
GAH! H-HOW!?
A kick connected, but it wasn’t mine. Her backkick slammed into my stomach, sending me hurtling into the air, and my body contorted into a U shape from the impact.
“Hehe. Too bad your legs are shorter than mine. Tuners have good eye coordination you know. Gotta go faster than that, Kitty.”
Midair, I managed to regain control and straighten myself out, landing haphazardly on an AC unit. However, pain surged through me as I staggered back, grabbing onto the ledge to steady myself. With a grimace, I flipped myself over to the rooftop, feeling the ache in my stomach from the sheer force of that single kick. It felt like colliding head-on with a solid log.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, I sank to one knee, stunned by how easily I had crumpled under her attack. How could a single strike have brought me to this state? Then, to my amazement, she leaped, effortlessly traversing the height of the building, and landing right in front of me with a smug expression. How strong was that leg of hers? Was that kick not even delivered at full power?
As I gazed up at her towering figure, a sense of despair washed over me, draining the blood from my face. Her silhouette seemed to loom larger and larger, casting a shadow like a mountain looming over me, engulfing me in a sense of hopelessness.
Compared to her, I’m…... Qinn…..
“Is that it then? Qinn talked so highly of you…. but now you just want to run back to him?”
My ears twitched at that. How dare she.
“And I have high hopes too…. Turns out you are just a disappointing little kitten.”
How dare she!
“Oh well, guess I will take care of the rest. Don’t worry, you can still watch from the side of my bed or something.”
HOW DARE SHE!
Forcing myself back up to a stand, I invoked THORN. In an instant, I felt my rigid muscles slacken, my body becoming more limber. My claws hardened with a sharp crack, and I began to snarl. Despite the boiling anger within me, I felt my eye slit narrow and my mind sharpens with a focus like never before.
My body burns with heat, yet the inner recesses of my mind grow colder and simpler until only one task remains clear and resolute.
I WILL KILL HER AND I WILL RIP THOSE THINGS OFF TO SHREDS!
SHE WILL KNOW DEFEAT!
“HAHA! That’s more like it! Round 2, Ding Ding. Let’s go!”