~ Once upon a time, a humid and sleazy mess, hopped a rabid little slut-bunny, wet, pissed-off, and needy.
~ Her rabbit fluff all spiked like a cheap whore's bad dye-job, eyes bloodshot, cunt throbbing, ready to sob.
~ She shaked, she grumbled, she dripped with shame and heat, a walking fuck-failure stomping tiny defeat-me feet.
~ Crazed, cock-starved, snarling like a bitch in heat, cheeks on fire, clit screaming, "Gimme dick or eat shit!"
~ Her greedy little rabbit hole pulsed and begged for pounding, yet the only thing she got was that smug buck's taunting.
~ She dreamed of drop-kicking his balls into next week, then riding what was left till her ovaries shrieked.
~ Poor pathetic bunny, choking on her pride, swallowed every "fuck you" while her pussy cried.
~ No cuddle, no kiss, no mercy-dick to hush her, just that grinning bastard teasing, "Miss Mirko, who's my angry fluffer?"
~ His words stabbed like thorns straight into her swollen slit; every mocking laugh made her twitch and spit.
~ Those lips she ached to bite and kiss with lustful bliss just spat cruel taunts: "Get mad, but in the end, you'll just beg for this!"
~ So there she hopped, a furious, dripping wreck, hating him, only wanting him to fuck her while grabbing her by the neck.
~ Ready to ravish, drool, and cream his cock! Forever trapped in horny rage, poor little laughingstock!
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"…"
"…"
"…"
"Are ya fuckin' serious…?! Ya damn fuckin' asshole…! Is it that funny?!"
At that point, Mirko imploded on the inside. It wasn't the last straw, but it was very close to it. The weeks of forced abstinence, the teasing, the taunts… All of it on top of knowing, and sometimes being even "forced" to watch him fuck other women… This time, the bastard had truly outdone himself.
Though if she fell because of it, it would be for her, a quite poetic downfall.
Beaten by what actually make her a great hero.
"I was feeling poetic. So I thought writing you a little poem was in order."
"…"
"…"
"You really wanna crack me, bastard...! Fuckin' hell! Ya won't see me give up! Not in a million years! I'll do what you ordered me to and prove to you who's supreme, motherfucker! I HATE YA!"
"Geez, no need to get so worked up, it was just a friendly joke—"
A pepper bubble burst under his nose before he could finish his sentence. His eyes watered instantly, and he let out a sneeze.
"Really…" Bubble Girl sighed, shaking her head, exasperated. "You never know when to stop. Show a little restraint, will you?"
"Hey…" Felix muttered, rubbing his eyes. "I saw you laughing while I was singing it. You always get your kicks when she's not looking, huh?"
"Are ya serious, Kaoruko…?! That funny to ya, too, for fuck's sake?!"
"H-He's lying! Don't get mad!"
"I don't lie about these things."
"So you were laughing!"
"She was."
"Sh-Shut up, Felix!"
"Hm?" He chuckled, taking the chance to land a gentle spank on her ass while no one was watching. "Where'd that mouth come from all of a sudden?"
"I… I'm sorry…"
"Eh."
"Whateva!" Mirko grumbled, jabbing a finger at him. "In the end, I'm still gonna win! I'll be the one makin' you beg to fuck me! Not the other way around!"
"Good luck with that."
"You'll see, fucker!"
"I'm not the one wearing a chastity belt, am I?"
"YafuckinassholeIswearI'mgonnawreckyasomeday!"
"All bark, no bite."
"SHADDAP!"
"Haha!"
He'd already been here for hours now. Most of the crowd had thinned out, so now only VIPs, a handful TV crews, and a few heroes still doing some autograph booths remained. A bit boring, but hey.
The President had finished her speech and left a while ago, which meant she'd almost certainly been informed that three of her spies were dead. Still, Felix had barely stepped outside for more than a few minutes, and he also met Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods there, so his alibi was solid. Suspecting him would look ridiculous, especially with the CCTV camera fried since he got into the crapper.
He knew they'd suspect him anyway, though. That's why he'd tried to plan every detail.
Felix sighed and turned to Bubble Girl as she tugged at his sleeve.
"Wash told me a couple of people want to meet you…" She said, looking down. "Business stuff, probably, but..."
"Probably?"
"Apart from today, I've never met them, so I wouldn't know. They're… kinda obnoxious, honestly. Both women."
"Alright then." He nodded, on edge. "Lead the way."
"You owe me for doing your networking for you."
"Don't worry, Kaoru. I'll make sure you feel real good later… while Miss Mirko keeps watching us."
Mirko, still walking behind them and grumbling, pointed at him again.
"Oi! First me, then Kaoruko, now Mt. Lady too?! Who's next?!"
"Hmm… I've already got my eye on someone else… Pretty little blonde I met not too long ago. Real cute."
"Pfff. Like I'm gonna lose to some random chick…!"
He ignored her, just to piss her off more, and wrapped an arm around Kaoruko's shoulders.
After a short walk upstairs, they reached the VIP balcony. It was... quiet, secluded, the kind of place reserved for government officials or CEOs.
Two of the weird guards he had seen earlier were there, securing the entrance, and nodded when they saw him, inviting him to enter.
On a red velvet sofa sat a woman with long, straight black hair and long legs. Her bright turquoise eyes locked onto him, and the small beauty mark just below her lip curved upward as she smiled.
Next to her, Chitose Kizuki, stiff and formal, pretended they'd never met.
"Well, well!" The black-haired woman exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "You really do love making people wait, Mr. Tremblay."
"It's my greatest talent…" Felix answered. "Keeping everyone right on the edge of their seat."
"Is that so? Then we might be cut from the same cloth."
"That'd be a first."
She gestured to the seat across from her without another word, still smiling.
Bubble Girl received a polite handshake, a thank-you, and then dismissal. Whatever question the woman asked her made Kaoruko sigh, wave goodbye, and leave. Felix barely registered it…
Somehow, he felt quite stressed being here.
"Mr. Tremblay?"
"Hm?"
"I'm Makoto." She simply said. "And quite the big fish, if I do say so myself."
"Felix Tremblay. But seems like you already know that."
"Mhm. Though I won't steal too much of your evening." She continued, leaning forward. "You're wondering why I asked for you. Shall I tell you, or would you rather play coy?"
"What if I'd rather not know?"
"Fufu~! I'll tell you anyway." Her laugh was soft, pleasant to the ears… "You don't have a choice~."
"…Go on, then."
"I'm a freelance PR consultant. I work with several top agencies, Endeavor's included. So I'm well aware of what your… unique position entails. I'd like to understand you better. Specifically, the value you actually bring to the heroes you treat, and if your presence is really required. Think of this as a friendly audit."
"You…" Chitose shifted beside her. "Know everything he does?"
"Well, well, not everything, but that's rather private, isn't it, Kizuki-san?"
"If my presence is really required, huh?"
"Nothing personal, dear. It's my job to figure out what works, what doesn't, and what can be optimized for maximum return." She rested her elbows on her thighs, cupped her chin in her hands, and smiled. "Your results are… interesting. Good, even. But puzzling. When I look at the data, male heroes improve far more slowly than female heroes. Quite the gap, actually. Any idea why?"
"…"
Felix kept his face neutral. The Commission had conveniently left out the part where his quirk required him to literally fuck the hormonal imbalance out of female heroes, something that men don't have to do since they don't have periods.
Admitting that here would be suicide.
"I just spend more time around the women I've met. More chances to use my quirk properly. Nothing special."
"That's one explanation." She kept smiling as if amused. "The data, however, make me doubt it's the whole story."
"It could just be random variance." Chitose added, trying to help Felix. "Quirks are messy by nature; it's in the name itself."
"True, true." Makoto admitted. "But you'd expect a professional who works with lots of heroes to show more consistency. Randomness is a bad look when people are trusting you with their careers. It starts to seem like he's half-assing it with the men and giving the women… special attention… Attention that depends on if someone if fuckable or not. Hardly rigorous, wouldn't you agree?"
"Can't a guy just have a soft spot for women?"
"Your job is to help and fix heroes, not to fix yourself inside female ones."
"Damn."
"Really…?" Makoto raised an eyebrow. "So that's it? Lust?"
Felix chortled and gave a tiny nod.
She finished her cocktail in one sip, then sank back into the sofa, stretching her long legs out until her heels nearly touched his shins.
"So…" She said, amused. "Are you actually good with women?"
"Sometimes I wonder."
"You wonder?"
"Yeah. Whether it's my effort, my charm. Whether what they feel is real. Whether any of it's earned."
Makoto studied him for a moment, her playful mask slipping just enough to show Felix that something sharper was hiding underneath.
"For what it's worth… if a woman ends up choosing you, any woman for this matter, it's because you gave her something worth choosing. Love, lust, whatever you want to call it… You still have to hand over a piece of yourself to get a piece of someone else. This is what love is, a piece of us."
"Eh." Felix let out a soft huff of laughter. "Didn't expect a sermon on emotional labor from someone who just accused me of thinking with my dick."
"I'm a woman full of surprises…" She smiled, winking at him. "Darling."
How should he react… Something was seriously off.
Sitting there between Makoto and Chitose felt like being trapped in a fever dream. Two women who, each in their own way, could probably ruin his entire life with a single phone call, and both of them were smiling at him.
When was the last time his palms had actually sweated?
The rest of the conversation crawled by. He kept the usual smirk, threw out the usual half-deflections, but every answer felt like stepping onto thin ice while Makoto watched for the first crack… Whether she actually saw through him or not, he had no idea.
But eventually the small talk about agencies, schedules, and "mutual acquaintances" dried up.
"Well!" Makoto said, rising with a stretch. "I think we're done here. I'll head back to my husband. You two look like you could use some rest."
"Yeah…" Chitose sighed. "I could do with a little jacuzzi break."
Both women stood up, then looked at Felix.
"Mr. Tremblay!" Makoto exclaimed with a chuckle. "Up you get. A proper lady always shakes hands at the end of a meeting, and I forgot at the beginning."
"Right." He muttered while standing up. "… Can't exactly refuse politeness."
She took his hand for a handshake, then tilted her head, that same playful smile never leaving her lips.
"One last thing I forgot to ask…" Her voice was sweet. "Any ill intentions toward the Hero Public Safety Commission? Or anyone affiliated with the government, maybe?"
"Why the hell would I?"
His answers left her speechless for a few seconds, her mouth a bit agape.
Refocusing, she cleared her throat, straightened up, and stepped back as if to leave while still holding his hand—
"And… other than the last ten minutes, have you ever met Kizuki-san before?"
"Uuh… nah, never met her."
Makoto seemed sure she had asked a good question, and Chitose, behind her, wide-eyed, was obviously under a great deal of stress.
However, a second later, Makoto ended the handshake and lifted her eyebrows, as if surprised. She placed a few fingers on her chin and nodded with a satisfied smile before snapping her fingers and pointing at Felix.
"Interesting!"
"Huh…?"
"Nothing, nothing!" She clapped once, bright again, and nudged him toward the exit while Chitose trailed behind. "Anyway, see you at Endeavor's agency sometime… or maybe not. Who knows? Take care of your bank accounts, you two~."
She rubbed her hands together with glee, shook Chitose's limp hand, and rushed off down the hall without looking back.
Felix and Chitose both exhaled, then went their separate ways without a word.
That woman had an aura: warm and welcoming one second, razor sharp the next. He still had no idea who she actually was. Just "Makoto." No family name, no agency card, nothing searchable. Smart.
Anyway, Felix got back to the main hall, where the few people still here were hanging around.
Coming back to them, he hesitated giving another spank to one of his girls, but decided not to.
"And da cocksucker is back."
"You're still mad?"
"Shaddap."
"Yep, still mad."
"You're unbelievable…" Kaoruko sighed. "She even waited for you with me, and that's the only thing you have to say?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"He has a helluva problem in his head! No other girls on the planet would put up with yer bullshit, shithead!"
"I don't know about that."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Haha!"
"Felix… Stop poking the bear…" Kaoruko muttered, arms folded. "You've got way too much energy today. Training with Mirko all day and now this? Sometimes I don't get it."
"That's the effect you two beautiful women have on me."
"Flattery now?" Kaoruko rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "Really?"
"Don't think a couple sweet words'll get ya off the hook! No forgiveness! NONE!"
"Haha!"
"A-Anyway, ya stupid fuckin' moronic dumbass prick asshole, I'm gonna go to my hotel room. Wanted to accompany ya back, but since ya're an asshole, go fuck yerself! A-And anyway! Got work tomorrow mornin' anyway, so keep ignorin' me like roadkill! Just toss me aside like a used condom, w-why don'tcha!"
The rant ended on a cracked, almost wounded note.
"Oh, man, are you that hurt?"
"Shaddap! Shaddap!!"
"Alright, come here."
"Get off me! Release me! Don't hold me, bastard! S-Stop it!"
"You're shivering, Miss Mirko."
"J-Just call me Rumi, for fuck sake…! I… I already told you I'm your R… Rumi…"
Her aggressiveness and fury slowly disappeared as Felix cradled the back of her head and the other on her back. Just warmth and him breathing against her ear.
It wasn't something sexual, nor anything with ill intent behind it. It's something he already thought of doing a while ago; he talked about it with Toga, but he wanted to push her to the very edge of breaking, for her to almost be in tears.
He wasn't exactly proud of handling someone's feelings like that, but at the end of the day, it was his area of expertise, and he had learned to relish manipulating people's feelings for his own ends.
After all, even if some might say he wasn't really a villain, the methods he used were villainous.
Hence why he doubted these feelings these girls felt were ever real.
Hence why he thought he could never really be loved.
There was only one person in this world who he was sure loved him.
"There, there. Happy?"
"A-AS IF!"
She shoved him away, her face red, and sprinted for the exit… with her middle finger raised.
"Hey!" Felix called after her. "Night, Rumi."
"FUCK OFF!"
Felix and Kaoruko watched the doors shut behind her, traded a tired grin, and decided to follow suit. They told the front desk they were leaving, climbed into Kaoruko's car, and let the downpour drum on the roof the whole ride home. It was basically lulling them to sleep. Plus, neither felt like talking much… The windshield wipers and occasional yawns did the talking for them.
That said, Kaoruko managed a few words, and apparently, Wash was ready to accept her as a sidekick next year.
Also, a few of the top 10 heroes seemingly became better at their job than before.
Props to him, but almost nobody knows that.
"You're so tired you can't even walk upstairs?"
"I just wanted you to princess-carry me into bed."
"You won't take a shower?"
"Too tired, tomorrow morning…"
"You're the one who'll change the smelly sheets then."
"Oh, shut it… I don't stink… My sweat smells like bubbles, so like soap…"
"I'm just teasing you."
"Thanks, Sherlock."
"Aren't you bratty today? Should I spank you?"
"S-Sorry…"
"C'mon, don't fumble under zero pressure like that."
"I never know what you might do…"
"Just tell me you don't want to be cock-blocked."
"I don't want to be cock-blocked."
"Haha!"
After walking into his flat, he dropped her onto his bed and pretended to sleep next to her until she fell asleep. His hearing was good enough to know when she would not hear him leave. It took only around ten minutes, which was already almost too long. If things were right, he could have used melatonin to help her fall asleep faster and keep her from waking up until morning, but not today.
Without wasting time as if on a deadline, he changed clothes: black cargo pants, black hoodie, black full-face mask, black beanie. He then opened the corridor's window and slipped through before "closing" it.
Using the few handholds on the outside wall, he quickly climbed onto the roof of the building. Now, with all that adrenaline pumping through him, he was sure that even if spies had been sent to watch him, they would not spot him.
Too fast, too agile, too dexterous.
—Time to go~.
In less than a second, he disappeared from the roof and jumped from one rooftop to another. In a less well-lit part of the city, in the middle of the night, during a big downpour, getting up high was the wisest choice, especially when you can easily slip into the shadows.
And so, from rooftops, to walking on power lines, to dark alleys, he sprinted and jumped into the darkness.
It was pretty easy, and every time he was doing this kinda thing, time slipped by so fast.
Twenty minutes later, he dropped into the part of town where streetlights flickered, and nobody asked questions.
The shop's neon sign buzzed above a steel security door. Inside smelled like mildew, cheap tobacco, and… well, desperation. The clerk barely glanced at the business card Felix slid across the counter.
"I need to see him. Now."
"Well, he's one of our brokers, yeah… Your name?"
"Don't have one tonight."
"Eh, nice, that was the correct answer. Follow me."
Without even looking at him, the man led him off to a small room far away from the entrance. The whole place smelled like rotten wood, but this is the price of anonymity.
And finally, after opening one final door, Felix finally met the person he wanted to see.
A rather old man wearing a light purple suit and tie, who was missing a front tooth.
Turning toward the door, he took a puff of his cigarette with a grin.
"Didn't think I'd get visitors this late."
"It was my only chance to meet you without getting us both into trouble."
"Oh, you're that young man from the Utsushimi gala… Fancy seeing ya here." The man breathed out smoke. "Giran. Ya might not remember me."
"I still had your business card, so…"
"Ah, yeah, that helps." He said, smiling. "This kind of client at this hour… Well, y'know, ya can't deceive my eyes. I recognize people even when disguised. The mask and beanie just ain't enough."
"Well… you know how it is."
"Sure, but come on, just sit down. Ya want to talk, I'm sure."
"Yeah."
"Want a drink? Got some good brandy."
"Pass."
"Pity." Giran muttered, sighing, before drinking from the bottle. "Met ya a while back, huh, but ya never change."
"…"
"…"
"…"
Their silence was so clear that they could hear the almost-muted TV in the background, which prompted both of them to listen, seemingly not knowing how to proceed.
{—lot of heroes seem to be on standby for a few days. Our teams tried to understand why, but we didn't manage to get a single piece of information about anything that seems to be happening in the dark. We share our worries with the—}
"What d'ya think 'bout that, huh?" Giran asked, pointing to the TV with a chin movement. "Looks like heroes are plannin' something big. Been like that for a while."
"…"
"I'm quite sure "ya" have something to do with that."
"I also want you to be part of the plan."
"Well, it wasn't that hard to guess ya came here to ask me to help."
"…Really?"
"Don't forget that I worked for Daphne first and foremost. She was one of my clients, so I have some info thanks to her."
"I see… so you know what exactly?"
"Eh…" He sighed as smoke came out of his mouth again. "So, what d'ya want? How much cash are ya willing to give? I'm a broker but not a con artist, so show me the money, and I'll do something appropriate for the amount."
Felix took out several large wads of cash from his jacket and gave them to him. It was quite a large quantity, and was only made possible because Mt. Lady paid him in cash to avoid being spotted by her mom.
"I want you to use your quirk on someone."
"Well, well. Someone wants the full Giran experience." Giran smiled after putting out his cigarette in his ashtray. "But you want something more, ain't it? This amount of cash… is not common."
"I want a few shots of the Trigger drugs."
"Hehe, now we're talkin'. The last time I made this kinda muddy deal was back then with this asshole Iwao… Alright, deal."
"Phew…"
"Oi, wanna hang out a bit and drink something."
"I already told you no…"
"Hehe! Figured as much, just double checkin'." Nodding to himself, Giran looked at Felix, who was already leaving. "Not time to lose, am I right? Better leaving fast, such a shady place, huh?"
"Yeah, but also… I have to get back really fast, so… goodbye for now."
"Aye, whatever, goodbye, lil' one."
Felix didn't react to his last remarks and simply rushed outside. Felix was gone before the door finished swinging. Yes. He had to hurry. He really had to. He was really, really short on time.
While sprinting and moving around like a cat to jump from dark alleys to rooftops, his eyes landed on a drunk guy with long black hair who was slumped on the floor. In front of him, a guy with a plague doctor mask extended his hand to help him stand.
He couldn't recognize any of them, but he actually felt like… these guys were a bad omen.
Though he didn't have time to wonder about that. He had to come back quickly. What would happen if IT happened before he could get back into the flat? This was bad…
He sprinted, rushed, and dashed as fast and discreetly as possible from building to building, running on power lines and climbing buildings. Plus, Hawks could still be around… even with the rain and all the heroes around Tokyo today, what if he was still looking for him?
Well, the last time someone managed to capture him flying, he was above Hiroshima… this was his last trace, but still…
—Fast, faster, quicker, come on…! It's starting to wear off…!
Finally seeing the building he wanted to be in, he immediately located the window he got out from, used a power line to swing himself into it, causing him to ram his head into it, and ended up rolling on the floor of the corridor like a ragdoll while at the same time pushing it close with one of his feet.
"Owie…"
"Owie, huh…"
A voice similar to his came to his ears.
Struggling to his feet, Felix turned towards the living room where... another Felix was sitting on the sofa.
Two blood samples were on the coffee table, two Soxhlet extractors sat there, from which he extracted the resulting components with a pipette, which he then put back into a cold finger, and a sublimation apparatus. The small samples he kept were put into microplates and petri dishes.
"Hey, you alright?" The other Felix asked, one eyebrow raised. "What the fuck were you up to? I thought you got caught or something…"
As Felix walked down the corridor toward the other Felix, a kind of gray goo fell from his skin, revealing something under: the body of Himiko Toga.
Walking closer to him, the goo fell more and more, soiling the whole flat and stripping the girl of any clothes, ending completely naked in front of him.
"What was I up to? I was doing the job you asked of me, of course~." Slumping on the sofa, still naked, she sighed, put her head on Felix's thighs, and closed her eyes. "So! Mission accomplished, Felix-chan, I was the perfect little you. Soooo stressful pretending to be all mysterious and sexy…"
"Well, at least I have someone who can sympathize with me now… By the way, thanks a lot." He grinned with a thumbs-up. "How was the rest of the Hero Billboard?"
"I'll explain everything tomorrow, buuut! There was a really intimidating woman who asked weird questions, but I also talked about love with her, you'll be surprised when I'll tell you more! But my instinct told me she was really dangerous for a weird reason…! And also a reporter… And also, uuum, oh! I hugged Mirko. I, huh... felt too bad for her."
"Eh, I was about to do that next time I would have seen her, but alright."
"Sorry… I just felt like I needed to act exactly like you… I mean, even the lustful part…"
"Nah, don't worry. Just don't start some kind of Yuri shit with her."
"Won't happen. I'm not into non-bloody girls anyway."
"How reassuring."
"Hehe~!" She paused, poked his arm, and looked him in the eye. "Can I pleeeeaaase drink your blood now?"
"Yeah…"
"Well… Right now… I'm too tired to do anything anyway…"
"Kaoruko might see you if she wakes up… It's gonna be hard to explain why there's another girl in the flat… once again."
"I told them earlier that you met a beautiful blonde you wanted to hang out with."
"Eh, smart…"
"Riiiight!"
"So… Now the start of their downfall is all planned. Just have to wait and see."
"Isn't that romantic and poetic?"
Thinking about it, Felix shook his head. The HPSC had brought him to Japan to use him, use his quirk, and discard him once he was not useful anymore, but in the end, he'll be the one using them to discard them while climbing the social ladder.
Truly, what sweet irony. Reality was almost sarcastic.
However, he knew that still waters run deep.
Still, he couldn't help but be happy.
"Well, let's call it a poetic downfall."
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A/N: I'm not ashamed to say the stupid poem was the hardest part to write. I wanted it to rhyme and also be stupid, so it took a while 💀
Also, this fic is finally back at 40 chapters. What it was 3 years ago before I deleted 20 chapters.