It takes all sorts to be a villain. There are the ones that are greedy, the ones that want revenge, the ones that are arrogant or want something that society won’t permit, or something they couldn’t otherwise acquire, or - Well, you get the idea by now, surely.
“Hello, Mister Turtle! How are you feeling today?”
Then there are the ones that are much rarer, that don’t really think of themselves as villains. No. They’re doing people a favour. Going out of their way to assist in their own special way, little realising they’re not very good at it. Kind of like an accidental villain. Not so much evil by intention, so much as evil by fucking up on a consistent basis. Or… At least, it looked rather a lot like that. Whichever it was, Mutsumi Otohime wasn’t telling!
“It’s such a beautiful day, don’t you think?” she observed, gently stroking the turtle sitting in her lap. “Such nice, pleasant, warm weather. Hmm… I should probably be studying right now, but my watermelon research won’t complete itself, now will it?”
It might seem a little unusual a sight for anyone to behold, but there she was. Plastering a big old smile on her face and strutting around in an ensemble that didn’t seem to know whether it wanted to be a sexy lab coat or a sexy wizard’s robe. It depended on the angle one was looking at her from. Either way, sexy seemed to be an apt description of it. That low, loose neckline that made not a bit of effort to conceal her rather - shall we call them significantly impressive, or would superbly sculpted be a more sufficient descriptive term? Hell, why not use both, they are equally accurate. The outfit flowed down the rest of her body like a calm, calm river until it drew to a gradual and almost apologetic halt around her hips. Yes. Sexy was a good way to describe it, without question.
With a sleepy yawn, Mutsumi rolled up her sleeves and gently lifted the turtle to the top of her head, where it rested in place while she strode across the room in a manner akin to sleepwalking, yawning all the while. She peered down at the garden that also functioned as her laboratory. Big, plump, mouth-watering watermelons. She picked up one of them that looked particularly ready, and set it upon a nearby desk, drawing a scalpel in preparation to begin her careful examination of her latest experiment -
When there was a knock at her front door. “Oh,” Mutsumi said, carefully placing the scalpel next to the cube of watermelon she had just taken a few seconds to cut out. “Am I expecting a guest? Let me see…”
She sauntered over towards a peephole that absolutely could not have connected to the front door in any reasonable way, and looked through it to see the outside world. Mutsumi smiled. Good. She had been wondering whom she would be able to test this on. She hurried back to the table - tripped over nothing on the way there, but got back to her feet with surprising speed - and was at the door again, holding the plate with a strange smile on her face. She tugged a rope next to the door, and the room behind her seemed to transform into the hallway in her home so that where there was once a magical laboratory of wonders and watermelons, there was now a rather ordinary-looking living room. Mutsumi tugged open the door and smiled warmly at the delivery woman standing there, holding a package.
“I’m going to need you to sign for this,” she said, while Mutsumi looked the woman over. The poor dear had such a tiny chest. It honestly made her feel rather sorry for - Ah! Sign for the package. Right.
“It’s such a warm day, isn’t it?” Mutsumi asked. “You must be so tired, rushing about like this to deliver packages… Here, I have a little too much,” which, as anyone that knew Mutsumi would have realised immediately, was a lie for she was referring to watermelon and there was insufficient quantities of it on the planet to satisfy her. “Would you like some?” she asked, offering the plate with a hopeful expression.
“Well… We’re not really supposed to,” the woman said, which made Mutsumi pout a little. The woman flinched and licked her lips. “Oh, alright. What’s the harm?” And in it went, prompting Mutsumi to light up like a firework. Though not nearly as much as the woman herself. The turtle hopped off Mutsumi’s head and began to float through the air around the two of them in a lazy figure eight pattern. The experimental subject’s eyes tracked it through the air, blinking rather rapidly as she chewed on the offering. “It’s not bad,” she said between chews. “Not bad at - Ah! Whoa!”
All of a sudden she dropped to her knees, and began to breathe rather rapidly. Her hands flew towards her chest, and Mutsumi clapped her hands in eager anticipation. It was met with a distinctive lack of disappointment.
The change happened slightly more rapidly than she had calculated, but it was within acceptable levels of tolerance. A bit of swelling, coupled by a low moan, followed by rather a tremendous deal of swelling and a moan that could probably double as a prayer. Where there was once a demure, flat-chested delivery woman there was now a rather busty delivery woman with a busted-open top and a very flushed face.
“Wh-What happened?” she asked. Mutsumi offered her hand and gently helped the woman to her feet. “I fffffeeeeell funnnnnny!”
“Oh, dear,” Mutsumi said, guiding the confused lab rat right on into the maze. “I suppose I had better take a look at you, hadn’t I?”
The building itself had long since been soundproofed. If it hadn’t been, the neighbours would have complained long ago because of the screams. Not of pain. Of something else entirely.
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You know how it is when people just walk away with the wrong impression? As in. Completely the wrong idea about who you, as a person, are? What you’re all about? How so many people can grab the wrong end of the stick that you’re left wondering if maybe <i>you’re</i> the wrong one?
Naru Narusegawa felt like that. She felt like it. All. The damn. Time. It wasn’t her fault she had super strength. It wasn’t her fault she could cave in a door by knocking on it. And it wasn’t her fault that she was a little bit stressed out about, for example, that manager, the ever-looming exams for Tokyo University, and her top-secret life as a local superhero.
Yeah. She didn’t see that last one coming. Boy, did she not see that last one coming! The first thing was a surprise, because the idea of a man being the manager for an all-girls dorm seemed kinda… Stupid, really. But at least that lay in the realm of the possible. A superhero?! A member of a sentai team with her fellow dormmates! How the hell had that happened?!
Well. Obviously she knew how and why that had happened, but that wasn’t exactly the point, now was it?! She had to run around fighting monsters in a skintight outfit that left damn near nothing to the imagination, risking her life against monsters to save the people around them while giving a cheap thrill to any perverted bystanders that found a girl’s figure so thoroughly exciting.
And, to her great surprise, she couldn’t get enough. Sure. She could do without the looks she got from the people that were very obviously checking out her boobs or butt. She could do without idiots like that Wandering Immortal loser going about endangering everyone. And the stress was there, because where there wanders responsibility a little stress must inevitably follow. Still! She… Loved doing it. The bad was far, far outweighed by the good. Knowing she had done something worthwhile. Saving people. Protecting people. It had helped her grow ever closer to the others, whom she already considered close friends.
“Ah, sorry!” said a girl that came within around about three feet of her. “I - I didn’t see you there, I swear! Um! Bye!”
Naru sighed, and picked up the book the girl had dropped. Honestly. You send one idiotic, clumsy manager flying and everyone’s suddenly too scared to look you in the eyes. Even if not for their unusual situation, that <i>idiot</i> was a complication they didn’t need!
“Ah, I’ll give her that!” said the very devil himself, who appeared when his name was… Thought of, because she didn’t say it aloud. He gave that dopey little smile that he probably thought was charming, and rubbed the back of his head with the hand that wasn’t holding the book. “Given how people are, she’ll think you’re annoyed at her or something, instead of returning the book.”
She adjusted her glasses and scowled at him a little bit. All Keitaro did was tilt his head and nervously laugh.
“I don’t need your help to get past this,” she said, reaching for the book to snatch it back.
“I think you do,” Keitaro replied, which surprised her enough to stop mid-grab. Standing up for himself? She’d never seen him do that before! “I mean… It’s really unfair, right? They don’t really know you; they’re just basing it off something stupid I did.”
“Who cares what they think?”
“I do.”
Naru stared at him, and despite herself blushed. She didn’t know how to reply to that. Well, no, that wasn’t right. She knew, but for some reason the words weren’t forming in her throat. She wanted to tell him to mind his own business, wanted to tell him not to waste his time, but for some reason every time she tried the words would play back in her head and sounded… wrong. Keitaro seemed to take her silence as an indication that the conversation was over, and turned around to hurry off towards that girl from before. Her gaze inexplicably lingered on his butt.
<i>Cute</i>
Naru shook her head. No, no, no! There was nothing cute about Keitaro’s butt. Ugh! Why would she ever think that? Naru slunk off, feeling weird and awkward. Must be the stress. Right. That’s all it was. Just the stress getting to her.
And not, as she didn’t even begin to realise, because Keitaro had installed a subliminal text reader into her very thick glasses. No. Perish that thought. That would be as ridiculous as the idea that Keitaro was a supervillain.
- Mutsumi continues to kidnap people as test subjects for her genital-enhancing watermelons.
- What exactly is Keitaro’s plan for the others?
- Perhaps a little backstory, now?
- Keitaro continues working over Naru, wearing down her defenses little by little.
- Something else.
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