Miruko's Own Hero Agency [Part 14, Thinking Back On Things] (Patreon)

Nejire was someone who always seemed to be thinking. Whether it'd be vocally or just trapped inside her head, something always seemed to be passing through her mind at any given moment in time. A fact that most people understood whenever they got to know her.

However, as she sat in on a meeting that went over the raid, Nejire found herself unable to focus on what her mentor had to say as the majority of her attention was kept on what had occurred during the said raid. It wasn't anything serious. It all went well for the most part, but the thing that Nejire kept coming back to was what she saw happen between Miruko and the villain known as Slice.

Caught in a weird situation, Nejire didn't exactly know how to feel about it all. On the one hand, she always figured stuff like that wasn't really meant to happen during, y'know, the mission. But on the other, from what she saw, nobody in the least seemed to be at all against what happened. Even someone like Slice, a villain who was supposedly meant to be a tough foe to take down, was moaning like a whore in heat while Miruko plowed into her with her thick, massive, engorged-

She was getting ahead of herself. But who could really blame her? While she might've been a little bit on the air-headed side of things, she knew full well the world of sex. But what she saw back in that room.... It was almost tantalizing, watching a cock as big as Miruko plow back and forth into Slice's impressive and sexually arousing body. It nearly left her feeling longing in a sense. Like she wished she was the one being fucked. God, wouldn't that be the dream?

Continuing to fall down her line of thinking, Nejire didn't even notice her mentor calling to her until it was too late.

"Nejire!" Ryukyu's voice finally manages to cut through her student's delinquent line of thinking.

"Oh! Sorry about that." Nejire smiled, chuckling slightly awkwardly as her face burned a shade of red, something ever so slightly unbecoming for someone as shameless as her. "What were you saying?" Nejire finally asked, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly as the table full of people looked at her.

"Umm, just uh, wanted to see if you saw anything strange while you were ahead with others. When Slice was apprehended." Ryukyu clarified for her student, trying to brush aside what just happened as she asked her the question.

"Oh! Nothing out of the usual. I managed to get there when Ms. Miruko and her students were done with wrapping everything up." Nejire explains, a little white lie. Something she knew would slightly bother her later on, but she still had to do some more mental digestion of the events that had occurred and the things she had managed to see.

However, while she might've done a fairly good job covering everything up, someone like Ryukyu, someone who had known her for years on end, could tell when something was at the forefront of her student's mind, and already she had an idea of what that might've been. But rather than bring it up with a table full of executives, she opted to simply say, "Alright, then. I guess that about wraps it up." Ushering everyone at the table to stand up and make their way out of the meeting room.

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The day moved pretty slowly after that. Ryukyu had booked the entire day over in preparation for the meeting, so the mentor and her students were able, for once, to simply sit back and relax. A nice commodity to those who worked within the hero world. And during that time of relaxation, Nejire took it upon herself to sit behind her desk and try to get some more schoolwork done. At least, she tried to, as her mind kept going back to those carnal images that had wrapped her up for the longest time ever since she first saw them.

She was working on some math. A particularly hard subject for someone like Nejire as she tried to figure out the value of things she didn't even understand. However, it was even harder as her mind burned just as much as her cheeks as she sat there, trying to work through various problem after problem.

She'd be using her calculator to help fill in the gaps to an equation that seemed to go on forever until her mind was suddenly switched over to the sight of Miruko's muscled thighs slamming down against Slice's plump and meaty own, causing her thick pale cheeks to ripple wetly with sweat as the pro heroine shoved her engorged cock directly up against the entrance to her womb. At least, that's as far Nejire assumed it would've gone. Even after gaining a general idea of how big certain cocks could get, she was simply astonished someone like Miruko was able to hide such a volatile weapon inside her costume. If only she could get another look at it....

"Nejire?" The girl in question jumped as she turned to look up from her desk to look into the eyes of her mentor.

"Oh, hey, Ryukyu!" Nejire greeted her mentor happily, even going so far as to begin standing up from her seat before she was quickly ushered back down by the hero in front of her.

"Having some trouble there?" Ryukyu asks, pointing a finger down toward Nejire's half-filled worksheet, wondering if she could pose any sort of assistance to her student.

"Hmm? Oh! No, I'm fine. Thank you." Nejire stammers slightly through her words as she looks back over her work. "Just, uh.... A little distracted is all." She admits not giving the whole picture as to WHY she was distracted in the first place. At the same time, though, Nejire prayed and hoped to anyone who might've been up above her that Ryukyu didn't ask her why.

"Ah, ok." Ryukyu laments, standing kind of awkwardly as Nejire continues to sit, silently happy with the fact that her prayers have actually been answered. "Well, in any case, don't be afraid to give me a shout if you need any help with anything." She goes on to say before turning to walk toward her office, giving Nejire a chance to let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Ok!" Nejire chirps back after her with her usual energetic tone. And as she turns to look back down at her worksheet, she doesn't seem to notice Ryukyu, who suddenly stops in her tracks, a look of conflict on her face as she turns back toward her student. Something obviously ebbing her at the back of her mind as she raised a knuckle to her mouth to softly bite down on. If there was any time to bring it up, now would be it.

"But, uh, Nejire." Ryukyu starts, turning back around toward Nejire, who turns to look back at her. Her face, still burning slightly red, carried her usual curious expression as she gazed at her, causing more amounts of hesitation to bloom through Ryukyu's frame as the question hung behind the entrance to her lips.

"I'm proud of you." Ryukyu's nerve failed at the last second, causing her to curse at herself inwardly while Nejire only smiled back at her.

"Thanks! I'll keep trying to do so." Nejire says, with that same self-assured smile that always gave Ryukyu some form of ease. Still, that didn't stop her from feeling frustrated with herself as she turned and continued to make her way back toward her office, quickly opening and closing the door behind her as she walked over and sat behind her desk before she soon melted into a puddle of misery and self-loathing.

"God...." Ryukyu groans as she rests her head against her desk. What a mess, what a fucking mess. Wait, maybe fucking wouldn't be the right word in this case. Still, it was accurate to what she was feeling as she continued to sit there. But, to be perfectly honest, what was she so afraid of? If Miruko ended up doing what she usually does with Nejire, then what would really be the harm? She isn't her student's mother or anything like that. And besides, someone like Rumi wouldn't be the worst person in the world to screw.

But, even then, Ryukyu couldn't stop herself from continuing to feel conflicted with the entire idea. Maybe it was because she had only ever seen Nejire in a certain light, and the idea of her doing something she hadn't really thought about ever doing was something that was bothering her. Ah, fuck. She really needed to clear her head.

Looking down, Ryukyu pulled out her phone and flipped open a message to Rumi. Was she really going to ask her to do something like that?

Turns out she was as she began to type out the message.

"Hey, what're you up to?" Ryukyu sends before placing her phone back on her desk and beginning to wait for a reply. However, as her eyes drifted up toward her office door, she quickly stood up from her chair and made her way over to lock it, and as she did so, she could hear the sound of her phone going off.

So, walking back and sitting back down, Ryukyu picked up her phone and saw that Miruko had indeed replied.

"Nothing much. Just a patrol. What's up?" The message read, making Ryukyu's cheeks flush all the hotter red as she quickly steadied herself to type out the next message she was planning on sending.

"Could you send me a pic? Not of you on patrol. But the other thing." Ryukyu's fingers trembled as they danced across the digital keyboard, and just as she was beginning to feel some semblance of hesitation when it came to actually sending it, the heroine let out a huff and pressed down on the button.

Pretty soon afterward, Ryukyu got her response. "What other thing?"

"That cheeky bitch." Ryukyu mutters under her breath as she glares down angrily at her phone. She knew full well what she was talking about. But Rumi, being the woman that she was, of course, had to drag things out in the most humiliating way possible when it came to her. 

"Your dick. Just send me a fucking dick pic, alright?!" Ryukyu types out angrily, a little more aggressively than she actually intended. But before she could second guess herself, her finger had already tapped the screen and sent the message.

"Ok, ok, keep your pants on. Or maybe not if they're already off ;)" Miruko chirped back, nearly causing Ryukyu to activate her quirk and crush her phone in her hand before she suddenly got another message from her friend. "Send me a pic first, though. Wanna see how wet you are" The message reads, causing Ryukyu to huff as she shifted around in her seat, getting herself into a comfortable position as she reached down and spread her legs for the camera, showing off her wet stained panties covering her crotch. However, before she takes the photo, she stops, already knowing full well what Rumi is looking for. And so, after sighing once again, she reached down and pulls down her panties, revealing her wet crotch, aroused clit, and everything else she was able to show as she took a picture of herself before quickly sending it off to Rumi, who only responds with a simple, "Nice"

Eventually, though, after beginning to think that she wasn't going to send her side of the bargain, Ryukyu finally got it.

Looking at it, she was able to see that it was taken on the roof of some building, nearly making the heroine guffaw at the fact that her friend would be brazen to send her a photo of something so intimate in such a place. But she really guessed that it WAS Rumi for her and that she shouldn't really be surprised by her doing something like that.

Still, the majority of her attention was stuck on the long piece of meat being presented to her. Every inch, vein, and ridge was captured in perfect detail. As a result, Ryukyu's hair stood on end as she slowly reached into her desk to pull out something she'd definitely be needing for the next few moments.

For most of her hero career, Ryukyu wouldn't be caught dead with a dildo in her office. That is, until one faithful birthday party where someone happened to pull her aside and give her such an item. Something that, of course, comes from Miruko of all people. But when she first gave it to her, like anybody else in her situation, she thought it was a joke, until her close friend made it very clear that it wasn't. Afterward, though, Ryukyu intended to get rid of it until curiosity got the better of her, and she ended up using it. Then, from that point forward, the heroine shamefully always kept it close by her side. A fact that she didn't know the reason why until later on when Rumi revealed that it was a mold of her own cock. 

But cutting back to the present, after Ryukyu got herself comfortable and made sure that the view on the phone was close at hand. Along with that, she checked to make sure that she was perfectly private, after which she began. First, by prodding the massive toy at the entrance to her cunny, teasing herself if ever so slightly before becoming more aggressive to the point that she finally began to plunge it inside herself. Causing her to stifle a moan that tried to tear its way out from her lips before she quickly contained it.

While the office was empty for the most part besides herself and Nejire, being the ever-cautious heroine that she was, Ryukyu still didn't want to push anything. And so, as she continued on with what she was doing, she continued to try hiding her pleasure as she slowly pushed the toy deeper and deeper inside herself until she felt the noticeable bump as its head came into contact with the entrance of her womb. Then, once she was ready, she slowly began to extract it out of herself before suddenly pushing it back in. Then, from there, she repeated the same process over and over again, getting herself to a nice and tidy rhythm as a result before she turned back to her phone, ready and happy to start imagining her friend's massive member pounding at her pussy.

She'd never admit it, at least to Rumi herself, but after they first hooked up all those years ago, Ryukyu found herself unable to stop thinking about the power her friend was packed with and how she could pack it into her. Before that point, though, Ryukyu had plenty of partners, each with their own varying degrees of dominance. Still, the magic that Rumi had, God, she doubted anybody else other than her could make someone like her feel so helpless yet feel so good at the exact same time.

And now here she was, shoving a massive dildo massive, the sheer size and girth of her own friend's cock, fantasizing about all the sick sexual things she'd force her to do and becoming more aroused for it. Maybe she'd have to set up another date between herself and Rumi. Yeah, the one they had recently was.... Fun to say the least. And just getting the chance to be used like nothing more than some toy, fuck, the thought alone was just about to push her off that edge.

"Nnnggmmmm! Rumiiiiiii!" Ryukyu bites her lower lip tightly as she plunges the toy back and forth into her cunny, causing a whole waterfall of fluids to spill down onto her office chair as she continues to try to hide her current level of arousal until she finally finishes. And sure enough, after subduing one last most from flying out from her lips, it happens, a gushing wave of fluids flows out from her cunt, completely coating the seat beneath her as her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from the soul raking pleasure that was being torn through her form.

But below, she didn't stop pumping herself full of silicone, not if she wanted to try and replicate the same kind of experience she'd get with Rumi. No, someone like her; she'd continue taking her for a ride long after she finished, completely frying her brain out in the process until she was nothing more than a gibbering, moaning mess and bundle of nerves. But as she continued to fill herself, a sudden soreness in her arm began to become more and more noticeable, making her internally curse herself for her own shortcomings. 

How the fuck did she even do it? Someone like Rumi, she'd have the pick of the litter when it came to fucking whoever she wanted, giving her access to most likely some of the tightest cunts out there, and there she was, able to plow through each and every one of them with little to no problem whatsoever. A sort of sexual stamina that Ryukyu herself wished she had when it came to things like this. Now more so than ever, she got to a point where she was unable to keep up, which then led to her dropping the toy to the floor beneath her before Ryukyu herself flopped back in her chair, body covered in sweat as she panted exhaustedly.

Stirring her from exhaustion, however, was the sound of her phone going off, causing her to turn toward it and see that she had another text from Rumi.

"Cum yet?"

Smirking as she read it, Ryukyu typed a simple phrase back to her that would tell her all she needed to know. 

"Fuck off."

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Moving her head away from the door, Nejire's face was a deep shade of red as she nervously stood to her feet.

A part of her felt bad for invading her mentor's privacy. However, after hearing her call out Ms. Miruko's name, Nejire knew one thing for certain. Now more than ever before. That being the fact that she wanted to go and see the woman in question herself.

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Howdy Doody!~ Here's the next chapter for ya. And I hope you enjoyed it!~