Please mind the rating. It is there for a reason.
For those of you who read Sick Day - Welcome back.
For those of you who didn't - you skipped right to chapter 2! ^^
I'm back with another...*shifty eyes*...story.
This one is truly an experiment. You may not recognize things you feel like you should be able to recognize. Things might be strange, uncomfortable, wonderfully weird and fantastic, or utterly horrifying. Even if you liked Sick Day, you might feel differently about this one. Or maybe you'll love it even more?
Be adviced that this fic is not meant to be enjoyed for its deep plot.
If you already read Sick Day, you know what to expect... or do you?
Experiment
by Cun
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Kuroko's body was a mysterious enigma. It was rather small, puny, slim and in most ways quite undeveloped.
However, that scrawny look hid an amazing strength, consisting not only of impressive skills in martial arts, but also an amazing constitution – an endurance which allowed her to continue to fight long after others would have collapsed and given up.
And that endurance apparently also allowed her to make love to Mikoto.
Said girl reddened at her own thoughts and quickly shook her head. Why am I still thinking about that? She could still clearly remember that day one week ago; she had been sick, and Kuroko cared for her – in more ways than one. And while Mikoto's mind had been blown to bits by fever and euphoria both, her ability had completely lashed out, stinging and hurting Kuroko – and apparently, arousing her excitement.
Well, she did always seem to handle being electrified surprisingly well… she slowly sipped her soda, gazing at her roommate on the other side of the table. They were poised at an outdoor café on a hot summer day, Ruiko and Kazari joining them for a cold drink.
However, while the other girls kept chirping about some new band or some other, Mikoto was thinking about other things completely. She blushed and stared down into her soda. Why am I even thinking about this? It's not like I liked it or anything. She determinedly sipped her soda again, pink tinting her cheeks.
"Ara, Onee-sama, whatever might be on your mind?" Kuroko suddenly asked, leaning over the table to bat her eyelashes at her.
Mikoto pulled back with her soda still in hand, glaring at her squarely – and then promptly electrified her moronic face. Kuroko fell face first into the table with a sloppy move, smoke rising from her in twirls.
Kazari and Ruiko sweat-dropped. The reaction had seemed rather violent for such an innocent move.
"Um…" Kazari, who sat beside Mikoto, looked up at her. "Did you two have a fight or something…?"
"Huh?" Mikoto looked at her in surprise, as if she'd forgotten they were there at all.
"No, it's just that…" Ruiko grinned awkwardly, "You seem to resort to electrifying Shirai-san much faster nowadays… sorta…"
"Aah." Mikoto looked up into the air thoughtfully. "That's just because she never learns, you know? I'm tired of trying to lecture her, haha." With a heartfelt laugh, she sipped her soda again, as if this explained everything. Perhaps it did. The younger girls didn't really know what to make of it; the relationship between the Tokiwadai students seemed to be complex, to say the least.
Ruiko carefully tried to shake some life into the knocked out teleporter while Kazari took another bite of her parfait. "It's good that you're back to your old self though, Misaka-san."
"Ehwha-?" Mikoto's insides froze up in fear.
Kazari smiled. "You were sick, weren't you?"
"Aaaah, yes…" She would rather forget.
Kuroko jolted back to life, feeling a bit twitchy still. "Ah… I passed out." She stated this outright as if it was just a means of confirming her presence. The other girls ignored her however, and continued talking amongst themselves without even offering her a glance. Kuroko hmph'ed, stroking out her hair. She sneakily looked over at her Onee-sama, who had cheerfully joined into the conversation with the other girls. She looked happy now, her eyes glowing with a kind of peacefulness that were rare these days. Those eyes, half-lidded and brimming with emotions… Her half-long hair was shining in the sun; those silky strands that was wonderful to run ones fingers through. And when she moved, Kuroko was reminded of how enthralling it had been to touch that skin, feel every tendron and movement of muscles beneath...
Her gut tingled all of the sudden, a ticklish feeling spreading throughout her lower region. Oh God… thinking about Onee-sama in this way… it was making her body react. A pleasurable sensation filled her lower abdomen. She tried to glide back and forth on the chair unnoticeably, hoping to rub the feeling away – but it only grew worse. She tensed up, but now it was already too late. Every second spent looking at Mikoto just reminded her of that day, and she couldn't help it. If this continued, she wouldn't be able to hide it.
"I will be paying the bathroom a visit." She said importantly and stood up, swaying just a bit. Her legs were trembling slightly – her abdomen tickling. She hoped no-one noticed how nervous she felt.
"Don't get lost in there!" Kazari grinned, while Mikoto stared into her soda. Kuroko did not even gaze at her roommate, lest her excitement exploded. She entered the restaurant and made her way through the throng of people to the restrooms.
Onee-sama is… ever since that day… Her throat constricted slightly at the memory. Ever since, their relationship had seemed… tense. She found no other words to describe it. Be it a word, a glance, a move – anything seemed to make Onee-sama resort to electrifying her these days. Kuroko could only assume it was because she had still not forgiven her for taking advantage of her being ill. But it wasn't like Kuroko had meant to do it like that; it just… happened. Like a natural flow of nature, it had seemed so very right at the moment.
She entered a stall inside the bathroom and lifted up her skirt somewhat. Her gut was still tingling with a pleasurable sensation, and now that she was alone, it was growing even worse.
She had touched Onee-sama down there…
Her heartbeat was accelerating all of the sudden. The vivid image of Onee-sama, panting for breath through her fever and pleasure, made her insides squirm. The reaction towards the end though… What does it really feel like, being touched there? She gulped down a breath of air and slowly moved her hand underneath her skirt to feel. Her fingers brushed by her bud, gently. It was hidden beneath her panties, but still a shiver travelled through her body. She saw Onee-sama's body again, heard her shrill breath, felt her glistening skin underneath her hands.
Before she knew it, she was rubbing her rose bud, slowly at first, an exhilarating feeling growing in her mind. Onee-sama… Onee-sama's pained and pleasured expression… her arching back… Kuroko's movements was growing faster, her hips started dancing back and forth to the tickling feeling. There were other people in the bathroom, but she didn't mind them – right now, all she could think about was her Onee-sama, those tempting lips, those enticing breasts, that rigid back, her delicious, delicious flower bud… Her fingers had found a spot that was sending waves of pleasure right up into her head, and her fingers were rubbing against it, faster, harder, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine and into her head. Kuroko's back thumped into the wall of the enclosure, her face slick with sweat, eyes clenched at the surging feeling running through her system.
Her legs were trembling as she explored that spot which she had never touched before. Her spine was crouching, her nerves constricting and relaxing in pulses, every tendon in her body tensing up. Onee-sama… she bent her head backwards and gasped soundlessly as an especially pleasant tingle shot forth from her fingers, through her abdomen and straight up into her brain, sending her hips forward in a pump. She was trembling, the ecstasy filling her every limb with searing heat. Her hips moved forwards and backwards like in a dance, and her fingers rubbed that delicious spot, faster, faster, harder… Her breath came in gasps, she saw her Onee-sama, heard her Onee-sama, felt her Onee-sama. She gritted her teeth as the tingling intensified in her lower parts, and her abdominal muscles clenched tightly together as if to keep the arousing feeling inside. There was no use however; it was already growing past her limits, filling her entire body with heat. Pleasure clouded her mind, and her flower bud was wet with lust. Her stomach was strained to its limit trying to keep it in, and her fingers worked even faster, making her entire body tremble.
O-Onee-sama…! One final press with her fingers, and all the feelings exploded, running down her insides. She gasped for breath, feeling her limbs turning to jelly, and the saliva in her mouth recede. She was in bliss. The mere thought of her Onee-sama was enough to send her into oblivion, and she hadn't been able to control it this time.
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Mikoto sighed and entered the bathroom, rubbing her neck tiredly.
Kuroko had just finished drying her hands, and on seeing her roommate enter the room, she froze up, nervousness and delight coursing through her veins at the same time. Her body had still not completely forgotten her experience just minutes ago. Delight was what she always felt when seeing her Onee-sama, of course. The nervousness however…
Yes, ever since then… she couldn't travel further down that train of thought before starting to breathe heavily, so she let it float in the open. Still, ever since then, Mikoto had been acting… different. While she usually would turn violent at Kuroko's subtle approaches, nowadays it seemed like just a mere wrong look could make her temper flare, and Kuroko had been punished more times this last week than what a whole month would usually bring out before.
Needless to say, this left the teleporter slightly wary around the other girl, as she didn't particularly like being electrified – not like that, anyhow.
Mikoto noticed Kuroko's form just as she entered the room, and stopped. Her arm fell to her side, the door swung shut behind her. Her lips formed a thin line as she gazed upon Kuroko's rigid back. She's so small… yet… Back then, she had felt like Kuroko was so much bigger, as if their actions had somehow intensified her being. This made Mikoto's gut clench and squirm; it annoyed her.
"Ah, Kuroko." She said neutrally. "Are you still not done?"
Kuroko jumped at the sudden speech. "H-hai, Onee-sama, I was just finishing up…" She hurriedly dabbed her hands at the paper towel, even though they were already dry. She could feel Mikoto's stare burn into the back of her head, much like a deer would be able to sense the lioness watching her from a distance.
Mikoto forced herself to swallow and stiffly walked over to the sink to her left; swiping her hand under the sensor so water started pouring out. As she washed her hands, irritation was gathering in her gut; she was rapidly growing furious, and though she didn't know why, she didn't try to stop it either. Her body had been acting so weird ever since that day, she found it easier to cling to that familiar feeling of anger rather than try to explain the other things. And seeing Kuroko just twisted her insides around; she felt like she hated the other girl, and couldn't explain it.
She grabbed a paper towel from beside the sink and dried her hands slowly, staring at her hands yet not seeing them at all.
To Kuroko, the silence was like the ticking clock of her approaching doom. She had done nothing wrong; there was no reason to believe she would be punished. Yet she knew, deep inside. She could see Onee-sama's reflection in the mirror before her – while the older girl's expression was carefully neutral while she wiped her hands, Kuroko could easily recognize the increasing tension in her posture, and it was as if the air inside the room was growing heavy. She was starting to sweat, rigidly awaiting – yet deeply and utterly fearing – the fate looming in the distance.
Mikoto deposited the paper towel in the waste bin beside the sink, and then gazed at the younger girl contemplatively – her long, twin-tailed hair, her slim neck, slender shoulders, small body – how come this had been enough to send her into that kind of situation? Just because I was sick, my body played tricks on me, she thought heatedly, fingers twitching before clenching into fists. Her body was heating up, pressure building inside her head, her lungs constricting inside her chest. That puny Judgment member who always nags at my clothes and my tastes – who is she to make me feel like THAT?
Kuroko watched her in the mirror with growing terror quenching in her gut. What is the matter, Onee-sama? What is riling you up so? And furthermore… How much more are you going to allow your rage to grow before taking it out on poor Kuroko? This last predicament was the most pressing as of the moment. The punishment tended to vary in pain parallel to Onee-sama's current level of irritation – and right now, that seemed to be soaring way above any previous levels Kuroko had witnessed. She was deeply troubled as a result – not knowing how to act or what to say to calm the other girl down. If she opened her mouth, her words might only make it worse – and she was paralyzed either way.
Mikoto's breath was growing shallow and rapid; her teeth clenching, her hair fluttered as the static around her grew to dangerous levels. The pressure in the room suddenly dropped, like the air before a coming thunderstorm. As if nature itself reacted to the Level 5's growing rage.
Kuroko was staring wide-eyed at this development, sweat running down the side of her face. The paper towel was hanging loosely between her fingers – her hands had no strength to grip it, and her heart was beating somewhere near her uvula. Had Onee-sama completely lost her mind?
Crackles of blue lightning were emitting from Mikoto now, the air swiveling around her like a forming tornado, and the roaring in her ears growing more and more intense. She had no grasp on where they were, had no care towards anyone else who might be in their proximity – she only saw Kuroko, the teleporter's back mocking her with its silence, the image of that overwhelming form of her roommate playing in her mind – it made the blood vessels in her head expand at torturous speed, her muscles fiercely constricting, the pit of her stomach twirl with excitement – no! Immense rage soared through her body, and the lamp above her head shattered, the stall doors rattling in the growing force of her electromagnetic field.
Because of the heat created by the electric currents, the sprinklers in the ceiling reacted, and turned themselves on – ice cold water gushing out to spray over the entire interior.
"O-Onee-sama…" Kuroko muttered as the water quickly soaked her hair and clothes, hardly believing her eyes – it seemed like her roommate had completely lost control over her ability; either that, or lost her mind. The way she acted, it looked like she was planning to unleash the very pinnacle of her power inside this room – a bathroom in a public restaurant, filled with students – the carnage would be tremendous. Yet, Onee-sama would never do something like that, and definitively not without reason. So what was wrong? What could make her grow so immensely furious – was it Kuroko's mere presence?
The door behind Mikoto opened, and a girl stepped inside the room – only a single step though, before she noticed the crackling storm before her, and her face drained of all color. She shut the door very quickly, and Kuroko thanked her for being reasonable. As for her own safety, she could probably teleport outside to escape (assuming her concentration wasn't completely ripped off at this unreal scenario), but even if she did, there were still the other students, and the neighborhood… Should I evacuate them? But there was no telling how much time they had – it felt like ages had passed already, but only a few seconds had gone by, and Mikoto's power output was increasing with every moment. Despite the cold water running over her body, she felt bothered by the heat gathering in her throat. And yet her body was tingling with excitement; the feeling of danger was making her breath deepen, as if she was unconsciously trying to suck it in through the air.
Turn around! Mikoto roared in her mind, not even noticing the drizzling water making her thoroughly wet. Her jaw was so tightly clenched she couldn't budge it to utter the words aloud. That scrawny back was mocking her; its owner, so weak compared to the Level 5 Electromaster, yet still able to so thoroughly command her body around – turn around and face me! It was hard to breathe, and the electric currents lashing from her body was scorching the ceiling and the walls. The pressure in her head was still growing, and searing hot air burned her throat with every breath. TURN. AROUND.
Kuroko drew a deep and rallying breath. I have to do something. And so, steeling her heart and gulping down a lump in her throat, she slowly let the soaking wet paper towel drop to the wet floor, and slowly, agonizingly, moved her feet – and turned around to face Onee-sama.
At once, Mikoto's eyes widened – they were feverishly light, as if colored by her raging electricity – and disbelief washed through her entire being. Kuroko was happy to see the snapping arcs of currents receding somewhat, but she had little time to feel relieved before Mikoto once again gritted her teeth, and then suddenly charged forward with a speed which should not be physically possible for a human being.
"Gah –!" Kuroko could only let out a surprised sound as Onee-sama's hand clasped around her throat and she was effectively smashed into the sink. Pain tore through her body – and Onee-sama's electricity burned against her skin, sending shivers of irregular nerve signals into her limbs. Coupled with the wet surface of everything around them, the electric currents ran rampant over the sinks, creating a death trap. The edge of the sink was pressing into her back, and Onee-sama's grip was forcing her head backwards, almost into the mirror behind her. She grasped at her wrist; the electricity bit at her fingers and she winced, curling them up.
Though, she's still not… Kuroko considered her still beating heart to be a good sign. In this kind of situation, Onee-sama would have to exert an even greater amount of control over her ability to not have it scorch the entire room. So that meant, she still wasn't trying to kill Kuroko. It was a small solace.
"Are you enjoying it now?" Mikoto asked, fire hot surges of air filling her lungs with every breath. "Are you feeling so damn great now?" Her voice was on the verge of shouting.
Kuroko clenched her jaw tightly. Her throat was burning, and her back screaming with pain. Even if she wanted to teleport, there was no way she could collect her thoughts to do it.
"Are you still thinking you're superior to me, the Railgun?" Mikoto asked, and her eyes were huge with rage and terror both. "Or are you scared, as you should be?" Her heart was beating too fast; her gut was coiling. Something deep inside her wanted Kuroko to fight back, wanted the other girl to defy her, to show some of that supremacy she'd exerted before. A raw, lustful instinct reveled at having her power be a source to the other girl's pleasure – but her pride was too high-strung, biting at her constantly, threatening with throwing her mind into complete chaos. And she was scared too. There was another, deep instinct that cried in fear with all its might: Nobody is stronger than me!
And so, her feelings, thoughts and growing confusion assimilated into one, bringing forth an unrestricted rage that pulled at her insides ravenously. Instead of welcoming the feelings of lust, she would utterly crush the one that made them appear in the first place.
Kuroko had no way of knowing any of this, of course. She only felt the pain from Onee-sama's fury searing into her very core, and crunched her teeth together at the torture. What has gone into Onee-sama? Talking like that – is she delusional? There was no doubt to Kuroko she was in no way or form superior to the other girl. For one thing, Onee-sama was the Saint in her religion – and a Level 5 to boot. Her power was immense, unimaginable – in some ways even ridiculous. To be strong enough to lay a city in complete darkness, to take out a whole army single-handedly; to be able to kill a hundred men with the mere flick of a coin…
There was no way Kuroko thought she was superior to something like that. And Onee-sama ought to know that – though in any case, the older girl had never seemed to care. She was so utterly uninterested in labels of power levels and statuses, Kuroko sometimes wondered if she was even aware of her own position as the third strongest Level 5. This was the proof she was, apparently.
She clawed at the restricting hand that was slowly killing her supply of air. "Onee-sama…" she croaked, and grimaced as the electricity stung her fingers again. I will gladly die to the hand of Onee-sama, she thought, but in that case, I want her to do it out of joy, not anger!
Determination surged through her body, and she forced her hand to grasp Mikoto's wrist despite the hurtful bites from the electricity and the numbness from the cold water drizzling onto them from above. Grimacing, she tried to bend the hand away. Gh – what's with this strength! She couldn't even make it budge, as if it was a vice and not a human hand at all. She could feel the tendons in the wrist strung with tension. Despite her looks, Onee-sama was physically fit – but not this much. Is this her ability too? Kuroko clenched her eyes shut and brought her other hand up as well, trying to ignore the burns searing into her flesh, and clasped it too around her wrist.
She can fight back even now? Mikoto's mind was a swirl of confusion, rage, fear and excitement. Her eyes widened as Kuroko defied the burning electricity and the cold water and fought with all her might to loosen Mikoto's grip, if only by a little. Mikoto observed her entire being straining in the effort, exerting every last bit of strength to fight the suffocating grip on her throat. Her gut coiled. She can fight back… Excitement blossomed in her chest, yet her pride was screaming for attention, and fear surged through her body.
Of course, Mikoto could easily knock out Kuroko and it would be all over. But there was this one, deeply engraved instinct flourishing inside her that seemed to make her hold back. While she hated feeling weak and powerless, and was scared of being put in a situation she could not control, she found the thought of having Kuroko dominating her – quite exciting nonetheless.
But her insides were coiling with doubt that this small girl could even be in that position. Last time I was sick – and still her damages were… her face sneered again as the feeling completely enveloped her mind, and she abruptly let go of Kuroko's throat and stepped back a notch, breathing heavily. Kuroko gasped for air that was finally allowed into her lungs. The electricity around Mikoto was still very much at large, standing but a couple of steps away – however she merely crouched, observing Kuroko as the younger girl heaved for air and straightened her upper body. She looked dizzy.
Normally, Mikoto would be worried. But right now, she was furious. This girl – this thing – is not fit to be in that position! It was an unfair train of thought, but it rang so true in her mind nothing could sway her determination. Never mind asking Kuroko, or talk about it – there was a hidden desire deep inside Mikoto that spoke its wish. She was so scared of that feeling of helplessness that she'd rather smother it with her own hands.
Kuroko was grasping at her singed throat, trying to regain her ability to breathe – she had been about to give up when Onee-sama suddenly let go on her own. And even now, the other girl was watching her like a tiger, as if waiting for her to regain composure. The drizzling water from above had soaked their clothes and flattened their hair – and yet Onee-sama still exerted an air of power, a cold indifference towards Kuroko's predicament. Her eyes were completely uncaring as she gazed at the teleporter, and there was an unsettling darkness in them.
"Onee-sama…" she croaked again, though it was painful to speak. "Did I… do something wrong…?" Of course, she had always done something wrong. Onee-sama never punished her for no reason. But this time it had seemed to come out of nowhere, and with such a fury too.
Mikoto continued to watch her; absorbing her small chest, her slim arms and legs, her low stature – and her chest constricted in fury. Being so puny, yet-! She vividly imagined that superiority she had been emitting back there – the apparent immunity to her electric charges, or rather, the seemingly enjoyment of that pain. It enthralled and appalled her at once, and her bangs started spitting electricity again, her face twisting in a sneer.
"Ah – Onee-sama!" Kuroko cried desperately and shrunk away from the furious girl.
Mikoto let out a fierce lightning strike that tore into the ceiling and shattered another lamp. As the glass rained down beside them, she gazed at Kuroko with a glare.
"Why won't you do it?" She seethed.
Kuroko was perplexed. When Onee-sama finally said something, it made absolutely no sense. "W-what? What is it you… ah!" Her eyes widened. "Could it be – Onee-sama, you want Kuroko to -!" ZABAANG, another lightning strike struck fiercely into the air between them, and Kuroko pulled back again, wincing. Aah, stupid Kuroko! This is not the time or place!
"Of course I don't!" The older girl roared through the crackling electricity.
Kuroko covered in front of her roommate, completely not able to understand. Why had she suddenly attacked her like that? Why was she acting so weird? In the end, could it be… that? Her chest constricted suddenly. Ever since then… Each time her eyes fell upon the older girl, she relived those antagonizing minutes so vividly it burned in her stomach. Could it be Onee-sama was experiencing the same thing, and was furious about it?
Mikoto gazed at her coldly. Then she suddenly placed a hand onto Kuroko's shoulder. The younger girl jolted out of her thoughts, and looked up with wide eyes. The touch was enough to spear her shoulder with pain, but she was too confused and terrified to take notice of that.
"Eh? Onee-sama… UWAH!" She was suddenly served a painful electric shock that tore through her body, and slumped to the floor, breathing heavily. Why? What am I missing? Onee-sama… she felt lifeless, having no idea what her roommate wanted her to do, and no idea how to find out.
Mikoto observed her collapsed form with an interest alike to a panther watching the forest floor for possible catches of prey. Direct attacks might be no good. Is that it? This kind of torture is not enough to rouse her – IS IT? Her chest was ablaze again, power rolling through her limbs and nerves, trying to keep the fear at bay. She glared down at her roommate. What do I need to do to beat it out of her, then? Blood rushed to her head.
Kuroko weakly looked up, seeing Onee-sama's reddening face. Her gut clenched. Blushing like that in front of me… Onee-sama, this is pure torture… her heartbeat was picking up speed. Are you trying to kill me slowly? Are you trying to make me lose confidence and give up chasing after you? Her breath turned ragged, determination flaming to life in her gut. There's no way I'll give up. We had that magical moment already – all that's needed is for me to endure, to recreate that setting… and I'm certain…
She gulped down a breath of air, and slowly started to get up.
Mikoto was dragged out of her thoughts when Kuroko started moving. Her eyes widened. She's still getting up? Her fear soared, a tingling sensation clenching in her belly. She watched Kuroko as she tried to stand; her legs were shivering, so she had to support herself on the sink. Yet she was grinning. Mikoto's breath caught in her throat. Those eyes, shining with such determination…
"I see now, Onee-sama…" Kuroko breathed. "I see… this is your test… to see whether I am worthy…" She grinned even wider. A fire was burning in her chest now, a fire which could not be put out by the sprinklers above them. "As you wish, I will do my very best… Shirai Kuroko was born to be your destined partner!" And suddenly, she shoved herself from the sink, towards Onee-sama – Mikoto pulled back; She suddenly decided something like that for herself? That's so… however before she could do more than narrow her eyes, Kuroko disappeared, and reappeared right behind her. What? She turned her head, but saw nothing more than a gleaming pair of eyes before Kuroko's roundhouse kick hit her squarely in the back and sent her smack bang into the sink – the air was knocked out of her lungs, and saliva filled her mouth; she coughed weakly and grabbed at the surface of the sink with her hands, trying to steady herself.
Kuroko was smiling at her back. "Onee-sama, if you plan to take me on you ought to remember that my strong point is close combat. If what I need to do to prove my worth is to beat you down, I will."
Mikoto gritted her teeth. "You're so full of yourself…" She slowly stood up, and a fine layer of electricity erupted from her body, the charges so small they were more like a second skin – yet Kuroko assumed they would hurt just as much as their bigger counterparts. She crouched, grinning at the imminent challenge, fire soaring in her chest.
Mikoto was shivering, from rage and fear both – she wanted Kuroko to fight her, yet despised her for saying she would beat her – a horrible mix of lust and pride fighting for dominance, twisting her mind into something she couldn't even try to recognize.
"You're so full of yourself, yet… there's no way you're going to beat me!" She turned around and punched – while the only thing she needed to do to win this was to unleash her electricity and electrify the entire room at once, something inside her didn't want to end it like that. Something unexplainable inside her reveled in the feeling of fear. She wanted to bring forth that feeling she had had back in their dorm room – she wanted to feel safe, yet threatened, powerless, yet strong – but there was no way she could have that feeling unless someone forced it upon her. She would never freely succumb like that – the fear of doing so was gripping at her mind with its clawing hands, sending waves of terror through her being.
Kuroko easily dodged her strike and teleported once more to her back, where she spun around and delivered a bone crushing kick into her midriff, defying the electric layer that stung her shin like a knife – Mikoto gasped out and fell sideways, hitting the wet floor harshly and sliding for a meter or so before stopping.
Kuroko was huffing for breath, watching Onee-sama lie face-down on the floor, a feeling of excitement growing in her chest. She had fought Onee-sama before, of course – on different occasions. Only once had they been going all out against each other, and Kuroko had lost. She always lost.
Right now, it was different. While it seemed like they were fighting for real, Mikoto was obviously restraining herself quite a lot. Kuroko had never seen the Level 5 suffer defeat before – not like this. And definitely not by her. The feeling surging in her body was setting her insides on fire – lust running through her veins. She wants me to take the aggressive role. She grinned. She wants me to endure the pain, wants me to like it. There was no doubt Onee-sama could never love anyone without hurting them. And so, anyone who was to love her would have to be able to withstand the torture of her electricity.
Kuroko would be the one. She had been chosen by Onee-sama herself. Her gut was clenching; excitement was already there – while it definitively hurt, Onee-sama's electricity also left a great after-taste, like the burning hot taste of chili scolding your tongue and then leaving a delicious sweetness in your mouth. The feeling was slowly gathering in her entire body, her breath deepening, shoulders rising and falling with each drag of air. She wanted it to continue to build up until she could no longer contain it. She craved that ecstasy of having it all erupt at once – together with her Onee-sama. And so, she welcomed the growing feeling inside with her mind and body, and announced:
"My, is that all, Onee-sama? Hah." She gave an arrogant laugh. "If this is all you can serve me, the pain won't even be noticeable."
Mikoto clenched her teeth and put her hands on the floor, slowly getting back up. The water had stopped pouring from the sprinklers now, but her clothes were still dripping wet – it had been nearly ten minutes, and still nobody had come inside the bathroom since that last girl. Perhaps they really thought they were fighting, and waited it out to be safe. Perhaps they had evacuated.
It didn't matter. What mattered was the opponent in front of her, and Kuroko planned to beat her down and enter that euphoric position – and she would welcome the power it brought with it with open arms.
"Pain really gets you going, eh?" Mikoto grinned, straightening. Her ribs were sore, her pride screaming in pain – fury and fear was mixing together in her gut, and hot air gushed out of her lungs with every breath. "You are so perverted… it sickens me…" Electricity started spitting forth from her skin again, more furiously now than earlier.
"Is that so, Onee-sama?" Kuroko smirked. Her whole body was tingling – yes, she was very much excited. Her skin was hot despite the cold water covering it, her gut tightening instinctively, trying to control the growing thrill. "In that case, allow me to take you into the pure oblivion of my being – I will smother your mind with my unlimited love!"
Mikoto's lips pulled back in a sneer, her fury striking out once more. "Stop… being so… disgusting!" She cried out and charged forward, electricity raging around her, arm poised to deliver another punch.
Kuroko teleported again and appeared behind her, ready to serve her another kick – however this time Mikoto turned around and caught her by surprise; her left fist smashed into Kuroko's cheek and sent the younger girl harshly into one of the stall doors. Blood trickled onto her taste buds, the searing pain from the electric punch running over her skin. She gasped for breath, clawing at the cold door.
Mikoto breathed heavily a couple of times, watching the teleporter's beaten form – and then gritted her teeth again. Striding forward, she grabbed Kuroko's collar and pulled her from the stall door, glaring at her tired face.
"Is that it? You're just weak after all!" She was disappointed and angry, and if possible, even more scared now. There was no way any human being could successfully put up a fight against the Railgun's power, except those of her own level. It burned in her gut, clawing restlessly at the nerves in her body. Nobody should be able to… but this moron…
Kuroko was dazed and hurt, and her body was feeling all jelly-like from that last attack. Onee-sama is… above the average student when it comes to close combat… Even though Mikoto mostly relied on her long-range attacks, she had quite the fierce punch – Kuroko had almost forgotten. Onee-sama… Her mind was growing light; her breath was deepening, and the tingling in her body expanding to cover her entire skin. She felt good, tremendously good, even though she was beaten and hurt and hanging helplessly from Onee-sama's grip.
Mikoto's eyes widened slightly. She's… what's this feeling? Suddenly, she realized her electricity was still lashing out – though not visible to the naked eye, her electromagnetic field was still furious, and the charges leaving her body would still sting a human being. Right now, they were leaping from her hands and fingers and running through Kuroko's entire system.
Her gut clenched around the excited feeling that flourished in there. She could sense the electromagnetic waves emitting from the other girl, however weak they might be. Kuroko was growing aroused. If I… keep it at this level… then perhaps… Her throat felt dry all of the sudden, and her mind was heating up. The air in her lungs was entering and leaving at increasing speed. She kept watching her roommate's face, saw her red cheeks and shallow gasps of breath. Is this enough though? What is going to happen? Will I be… once again… Panic struck into her mind again, and her hands clenched even tighter on Kuroko's groaned deeply as the electric current running through her increased, and her hands rose to claw at Mikoto's wrist – her breath was growing rigid, her mind a complete mush of emotions. Her insides were trembling with pain that converted itself to pleasure and paralyzed her mind, gradually filling her gut with heat. The muscles in her stomach tightened instinctively, trying to keep it compressed.
Mikoto was watching all of this happening, feeling it happening from the feedback of her ability. Her insides were twirling and hot blood spread throughout her entire system. Her throat was pushing the hot air in her lungs out of her mouth – she felt like she was slowly charging a battery, as if she was preparing her own worst enemy for action. It was a dangerous, incredible feeling.
Kuroko was gasping for air – the pain was searing into her head and clouding her thoughts. For some reason her trembling hands let go of Onee-sama's wrist, and grabbed at her own school vest – and suddenly the garment was gone.
Mikoto's eyes widened – she's taking off her own clothes now? What's up with that? But her excitement was rising, and the output of her electricity growing in parallel; Kuroko gritted her teeth at the escalating pain wracking her insides. As Onee-sama's feelings soared, her electricity grew fiercer – it was dangerous, and yet so enthralling at the same time.
This time isn't the same though – she's fully conscious, she's doing this of her own free will… her hands gingerly reached out, snaked their way underneath Onee-sama's vest and shirt, and her fingers touched the warm flesh inside.
Mikoto's breath hitched, her stomach retracted, shrinking away from the ticklish feeling. Kuroko's throat was dry now. It felt like something large was unfolding inside her chest, and for every breath, it expanded just so much more.
Mikoto could feel Kuroko's arousal building, and her own body was answering, the heat inside her veins increasing, the intensity of her electricity growing without her even noticing.
"A-ah, Onee-sama…" Kuroko gasped, pure bliss blinding her eyes. "Your electricity… is filling me up…" It felt like her insides were growing to give room to the amounting pleasure.
Will she become like how she was back then? Suddenly, Mikoto's teeth grinded together, as fear coursed through her chest. With astounding force she gripped Kuroko's collar and pulled the girl sideways, before pushing her down to the floor and banging her head into the surface.
"Gah –!" Kuroko cried out as her sight blackened for a second, and real pain split her skull.
Mikoto glared at her, hands gripping her collar still, knees on either side of the other girl's waist. She was furious, heaving for breath as the murky feeling clouded her head. She didn't want Kuroko to act as her superior. She didn't want to feel so helpless. Yet her body longed for it, her insides screamed for it. And it nourished her fury, her pride and confusion, and lashed out of her like fire.
Blinding rage clouding her judgment, she gripped Kuroko's shirt and pulled at it with all her strength, ripping the buttons apart from the cloth. She tore it open down her torso, revealing Kuroko's wet, glistening skin – her small, enticing breasts (why isn't she wearing a bra?), her slim, yet firm muscles – Mikoto's insides pounded against their confines, and her fury grew even more as fear once again seeped into her brain.
"Stop it!" She shouted, and didn't even know what she was talking about, or to whom. Electric charges emitted from her head, and Kuroko gasped for breath as another surge of electricity travelled through her body. Her hands clawed at the floor, pain wracked her mind together with waves of ecstasy. She couldn't stay still, as if the electric energy snapped at her nerve endings and forced her muscles to twitch and move. The danger… the danger is… so intense… Onee-sama's unstable temperament was terrifying and intoxicating. Right now she felt like the prey of a rare and dangerous predator, one that preferred to kill her victims slowly, torturing them along the way.
"O-Onee-sama…" she gasped, her voice thick with assimilating feelings. Mikoto's expression filled with rage, and blue crackles struck into the air from her bangs. Her hands clenched around the edges of Kuroko's open shirt, and electricity jumped from her knuckles to Kuroko's abdomen – Kuroko groaned and arched her back upwards, an explosion of pleasure erupting from her gut and filling her entire being.
"Stop. IT!" Mikoto roared, and raised her fist and punched – a painful, angry punch directly into Kuroko's stomach that made the younger girl gasp in pain. Her back was forced back into the floor, and then a fierce electric charge tore through her body, burned her limbs and paralyzed her completely – yet she cried in pain nonetheless.
The charge died off, and Mikoto's fist was still grounded into the other girl's flesh. They were both heaving for breath now, but for different reasons. Mikoto's mind was twirling; she was starting to feel dizzy. She didn't understand what she was doing; it was as if her body was acting on its own. She didn't want to hurt Kuroko – but she did want it after all. She wanted to punish her, to torture her, to make her scream – and she wanted her to fight back, to overpower her, to force her into that helpless position; and that in turn lead to her fear exploding, and, unable to comprehend that fear, she grew furious instead. The fact that she could sense Kuroko's feelings through her ability only served to deepen the chaos. They were beating against her mind like pulses, electromagnetic waves carrying all the information about her heart rhythm, brainwaves and physical condition.
"Kh – Onee-sama…" Kuroko gasped, as her roommate's fist was still forcing her body into the floor, somewhat restricting her breath. Her lower abdomen was prickling, the skin on her legs and arms tingling, and her chest expanding with heat. It was uncomfortable and yet strangely sensual.
Mikoto could feel the muscles surrounding her fist tightening – a feeling of danger surged through her, as if Kuroko's tensing abdomen was just a warning of what was to come. Her small, puny body did not in any way speak of strength, but Kuroko's strength lay in her toughness and not in raw muscle power. Why does she react this way to pain? She tried to ignore the fear and excitement surging through her system throwing everything off. Why can't I kill her determination by hurting her? It was intriguing and terrifying. Even more so because she could feel Kuroko's amounting feelings – could feel her tension building. It seemed like no matter what Mikoto did to hurt her, it would only fuel her arousal.
She gritted her teeth and opened her fist to leave her palm pressing against the stomach. Kuroko let out a gasp of air; her body was moving in distress, her chest rising and sinking with tension and escalating feelings. Mikoto swallowed a lump of saliva down her dry throat. Her head was pounding, a surge of ravishing feelings tearing up her insides. She let out a stream of electricity, and Kuroko's back arched again, a groan leaving her lips – the flesh under Mikoto's hand was trembling with tension.
A feeling of great content settled in Mikoto's system all of the sudden. Her fear, fury and confusion all forgotten, she wholeheartedly dived down into this new, emerging sensation. Complete control. Yes, that was something she could like. That was something she could comprehend. And with Kuroko under her like this… she was definitively in control.
So then, how much pain could the younger girl possibly take? How much more torture was needed to make her reach that pinnacle of ecstasy? Or would she pass out before that happened? Mikoto's insides were squirming. She never liked hurting anyone – but this was different. Kuroko's heaving breath, trembling limbs, hot skin – it all cried for her to hurt her. And something inside Mikoto, liked it. Very much.
Kuroko could swear she saw her Onee-sama transform in front of her very eyes. Her tense shoulders seemed to relax somewhat; her sneering expression calming, and a small smile settling on her lips. The biggest change was in her eyes though. Instead of rage, fear or confusion, they seemed to glimmer, growing darker.
Lust had entered her Onee-sama.
It felt like she had just witnessed the awakening of a demonic beast. Mikoto's hand was searing hot against her skin; she was certain it'd burn a hole in her flesh.
Mikoto's breath was settling down. Her mind was calming. The torrents of feelings inside her slowly stopped tossing around. She had conquered her fear, and now, nothing could stop her.
She removed her hand from Kuroko's abdomen, letting it hang by her side. She wanted to start from scratch. She would torture her roommate slowly, starting from nothing and going to the very climax. Already her insides were trickling with excitement; she could hardly wait.
What… is she…? Kuroko was slightly alarmed at this sudden stillness. Her torso exposed to the chill air, her insides aflame – the flames were slowly dying down now that Onee-sama's hand had left her skin. The tension in her gut was slowly receding, and the muscles in her body stopped trembling as they loosened up. Disappointment washed over her. Did she already grow tired?
Then again, that didn't feel right. Onee-sama was watching her intently, studying her every move. Analyzing me? Memorizing my magnetic field? She had no idea what went through the other's head. Just to be safe, she didn't move. Her head was thumping – it really hurt from the blow earlier.
Slowly, she closed her eyes, and drew a deep breath. She was relaxing, and starting to feel cold instead.
For two whole minutes, Mikoto watched her like this. Sensing her electromagnetic waves calm down, their output less fierce as her heartbeat slowed down – seeing her body relax, her face ease up, her breath slowing.
Finally, it seemed like her roommate was completely relaxed underneath her.
"Kuroko." She uttered her name. Kuroko's eyes snapped open at once, and she looked up at her roommate, butterflies tingling in her belly.
"H-hai, Onee-sama?"
Mikoto's smirk slowly widened. She put her hands on each side of Kuroko's chest and leaned down to face her. Kuroko's heartbeat soared at their sudden closeness. Onee-sama's eyes were glowing, yet her entire being radiated calmness.
"I am going to torture you now." Mikoto said.
What? Kuroko was astounded – terrified, to say the least. Has Onee-sama completely snapped? She squirmed beneath her senior, suddenly wanting to escape – but Mikoto merely put a finger on her breast bone, and a surge of electricity tore through her body with appalling pain. Kuroko cried out – it was not pleasant at all, it was horrible.
"If you want, I'll keep doing that till you faint." Mikoto said.
Kuroko clenched her teeth tightly, but stilled. Knowing now one of two evils, she might as well try the other one to see what was worse.
Mikoto moved her hand down to rest on her stomach. Kuroko tensed, feeling vulnerable and apprehensive. And still a tiny bit excited.
A fine electric field started flowing out of Mikoto's hand – it gently tickled at Kuroko's skin, and ran pleasantly down her legs and up her chest, out her arms to her very fingertips and upwards to the top of her head. Kuroko groaned soundlessly; it was wonderful.
"Do you know electric pulse signals?" Mikoto asked, watching her body, and deeply interpreting the signals she received through her ability.
"Th-those that are used in m-massage apparatuses and such?" Kuroko stuttered through the tightness of her throat.
"Yeah…" Mikoto's fingers gently stroked over Kuroko's skin, and it shivered slightly. "You know, they use them in many training devices too. Like those belts you can wear while watching TV or reading, or even sleeping."
Kuroko's mind was filling with pleasure, and she barely heard what the other girl was saying.
"By sending electrical impulses on the right frequency into your muscles, they automatically constrict and retract, creating the same effect as in normal work-out."
"A-aah," Kuroko gasped through her bliss, "that must be nice for those who have no time to go to a gym…" Her insides squirmed as the continued trickle of electricity enveloped her body.
"Hm, yes… I have always wondered… are they really that effective?" Her thumb stroked Kuroko's navel thoughtfully, and Kuroko drew a deep breath. She was enjoying this torture very much.
"I guess they are, or else people would not buy them, no?" She said, slowly being lulled into drowsiness.
"Yeah… so why don't we try it out, neh?"
Kuroko's eyes shot open. "Eh?"
Mikoto was staring at her hand and the flesh beneath it. "If you even gain some muscle in the process, it wouldn't really hurt, would it?"
"Onee-sama…" Her insides squirmed again.
"I don't really know what output they have though. Let's experiment, all right?"
Fear tore through Kuroko's chest. "Onee-sama, you can't just – GUAH!" She gasped as a painful throb tore through her stomach.
"Aah, too powerful, eh." Mikoto smiled; it was her usual cheerful smile, and yet right now, it seemed so utterly evil. "Well then, let's try slowly increasing the power, shall we?" She pressed her hand gently onto Kuroko's skin, and Kuroko fisted her hands in preparation for pain.
She hadn't needed to though. Mikoto let out a gentle, pulsating electric charge that just slightly made her stomach tingle. Her hands loosened up, and she relaxed once more. If it's gradual, then perhaps… She concentrated on the feeling in her stomach and on breathing calmly.
Mikoto was already tense with anticipation. She found herself fascinated by Kuroko's body – she wondered what she would be able to make it do. This gentle pulsating force made the teleporter's stomach shiver slightly, but there was nothing more. Kuroko was relaxed, not working at all.
Well then… she slowly increased the power, and Kuroko's expression tensed up just a bit, her lips tightening in concentration. Mikoto felt the shivering underneath her hand increase slightly. She exerts more energy just running around town tracking down criminals. It wouldn't be enough to even bother the Judgment member. She increased the force a bit more, gradually raising it – Kuroko's body tensed, and her stomach started a slow, steady pounding, as the electricity pulsated into her skin and forced the muscles beneath to tighten and relax at a brisk pace. It still wasn't doing more than making her brow crease though, and that was more in anticipation of what was to come than a reaction to the currents travelling through her body right now.
It wasn't on a painful level, yet.
Mikoto slowly, steadily increased the output, knowing it might grow too fast if she didn't restrain it. The pulses were quickening, with shorter pause between each one – Kuroko's stomach was working now, tensing, relaxing, and tensing again in quick repeat. Every time the muscles tensed, the fibers shortened, and every time they relaxed, more blood poured into them, slowly, slowly filling them up.
Mikoto was growing excited as she felt Kuroko's stomach growing firm, sinking into her body as if her insides evaporated. She upped the power level even more – Kuroko's fingers twitched, and her breath hitched, the crease on her brow deepening. Her spine slightly arched from the cold floor as her abdominal muscles were forced to work so much harder.
Mikoto could feel the muscles pulsate against her hand. While they weren't visible, just feeling them work was enough to send a tingle through her entire system. It was a perverted pleasure, feeling Kuroko's forced work-out – knowing she was the one who controlled it. Her hand pushed down onto the flesh, and Kuroko gasped – her stomach tensed, and grew hot and bothered as the electricity still pulsated into it, forcing the muscles to contract and expand, but the hand defied them the freedom and their movements grew much more rapid.
Mikoto increased the power output even more.
"Gah -!" Kuroko groaned and her back arched for a moment, her face frowning. Her stomach was beating rapidly now, quickly growing hard – and still, she was not aroused. A training session was not something that would make her excited – but it was only the start, after all. Mikoto was simply testing the limits. She increased the force again, and now, Kuroko's abdomen was starting to pound, the muscles quickly pulsating in their restricted freedom, trembling and breathing against Mikoto's hand. Kuroko gritted her teeth. It was starting to hurt – minutely, but definitively, starting to bother her, if just a little.
Mikoto's excited feeling was rising. She concentrated, increasing the power little by little, sensing, seeing, hearing and feeling every small change in the body beneath her. Kuroko's stomach was slowly hardening, the muscles working on building themselves up gradually. Mikoto's hand could no longer restrict it, as her stomach expanded to its natural form once more, growing steadily tauter. Sweat broke out on Kuroko's brow. She had no control over her body, could not stop the muscles from working – but she was the one growing tired, she was the one who felt them grow numb and sore.
And the power output continued to climb. To release the stress on her stomach, Kuroko's limbs instinctively tensed – it didn't help, of course. The electric pulses were forcing them to behave the way they did, despite what Kuroko might try to tell them. And they were wearing themselves out – the pain was starting to get to her.
She wriggled under Onee-sama's touch, and Mikoto's face broke into a smirk. She increased the force even more, and Kuroko groaned, tensing all over. The pain was entering her bloodstream, travelling along her limbs, and into her heart, which was beating more and more quickly – then it shot down into her lower abdomen, and it tensed up. A feeling was growing inside as more and more pain gathered down there – soon, it was overpowering the hurt and sent waves of pleasure through her body instead.
She was finally growing aroused.
Mikoto's smirk widened, as her own body followed suit.
"Ah – ah –" Kuroko was gasping for breath, sweat rolling down her brow. Her stomach was completely hard, her hips slowly rising and falling on the floor. Now, her lower abdomen was growing firm as well. Mikoto could feel it beneath her own body; she was sitting on the area in question. It was slowly tightening up, as if her electric pulses had transferred to that region.
Kuroko's stomach was completely solid now, and yet the muscles kept working restlessly. Kuroko's teeth gnashed together and threatened to draw blood while her fingers clawed at the wet floor, her back arching to try and relieve the tired area. It was pounding in her head, sweat rolling down her forehead.
It's starting to really hurt now, eh? Mikoto increased the power even more.
"Kh-!" Kuroko wheezed through her clenched teeth, her eyes tightly shut. Her hands clenched into fists, and her entire body shook with pain. Her abdomen was pounding, her senses tingling. Waves of pleasure soared through her, filling her up.
Mikoto finally let her hand glide from Kuroko's stomach, towards her chest – the electric currents continued to emit from her skin, dragging the pain and pleasure with it upwards, and Kuroko gasped as wave after wave beat on her mind.
Mikoto let her hand rest on one of the subtle breasts, feeling the body beneath hers steadily tense up – and then grabbed the taut nipple between her fingers and squeezed it.
"Aaah –" Kuroko gasped and hunched into the floor, her rock-hard stomach rippling at the move. Pleasure soared through her being together with the pain, right up into her head. Her abdomen was steadily hardening – she wanted to contain it, but her stomach was totally numb, there was no way she could utilize the muscles there to constrict the feelings inside. It was already as hard as it would get, anyhow.
Instead, her lower abdomen started expanding and contracting in a rolling motion, like she was trying to knead something inside. Perhaps she did; in any case, the tickling inside seemed to grow at the motion. This motion burned right up into Mikoto's lower body, and a heat wave soared through her body, making her gasp for breath in pleasure. She gripped at Kuroko's small breast, almost crushing it with her fingers, and Kuroko arched, heat burning from Mikoto's hand right up into her head and down into her toes, nurturing the gathering feelings that were slowly charging them both.
It was starting to boil underneath the surface. Heat was rolling in waves from Kuroko's abdomen, filling her chest, limbs and head with an increasing temperature. She was tensing up more and more down below, feeling numb and wonderful. She was growing wet.
Mikoto leaned forward, her own limbs burning hot, and smothered her hands into Kuroko's breasts. Kuroko was gasping in ecstasy as the pain rolled into her. Mikoto dragged her nails over Kuroko's skin as she moved them upwards, leaving red trails on her chest – and Kuroko shivered in pleasure. This feeling – Onee-sama's love… she could hardly think straight. Her hands were clawing at the floor, trembling from the force of the feelings tumbling inside her.
Mikoto's hands clasped onto her shoulders, and an electric charge tore over her skin between them.
"Haa…" Kuroko stretched her neck and her legs squirmed, her hips soared with a few centimeters, pushing up into Mikoto, and then landed again. The continuous crackles of electricity erupting from Mikoto's hands were nibbling at her skin, sending pleasant waves of pain into her very core. Mikoto dragged her hands down her upper arms, the shirt following freely. She could sense Kuroko's arousal growing, and her own was following suit. Complete control… she could taste it on the back of her tongue; it shone in her eyes. Her power was building inside, slowly consuming her heart and lungs, and expanding in all directions.
Her hands ran over Kuroko's tense biceps, the muscle barely visible, but no less firm. The pulsating electricity from Mikoto's hands made them harden and loosen just like her stomach had done, until they were truly visible. The tendons in her elbow pits were highly strung, and when Mikoto's fingers passed over them sending electric charge inside, Kuroko shuddered again, her whole body squirming in pleasure. Next came her underarms, and the limbs were reacting to Mikoto's every whim like slaves of the overlord.
"Onee-sama…" Kuroko gasped, and the word sent electric charges up Mikoto's spine, quite literally too. The force of her electric field was slowly rising, and the result was an intensified feeling of pain to Kuroko – which only made her heart beat even faster. "Aah, Onee-sama…" Her body snaked on the floor, trying to keep all the feelings inside, and yet longing to let them gushing out. Her hips were gliding up and down, and Mikoto's mind was growing cloudy with the pleasure soaring up from the motion. Kuroko's upper body was completely naked now, sweat and drops of water lingering on her hot skin, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her muscles deliciously taut, her abdomen dancing with tickles.
"Onee-sama…" she groaned again, feeling the insides of her private place wetting up. She wanted Onee-sama there, wanted her pleasure to soar skyhigh.
Mikoto absorbed her roommate's growing restlessness through her electric field and eyes and body – the feeling escalating her own rapidly rising excitement, making her gut tingle. Her lower stomach was sore and tightened more and more as the feelings inside amounted. She had complete control, could make the other girl react in any way she wanted – it was pure ecstasy, and more than just a little confidence boost. The air was crackling around her as she let her hands travel from Kuroko's wrists to the lining of her skirt. As her glowing hands touched the skin there, Kuroko drew a ragged breath. She clenched her eyes shut as the painful electricity kept biting at her skin while Onee-sama lured her finger beneath the garment. The cloth was scorched by her burning electricity, but neither noticed, nor cared. She slowly pulled the skirt down, moving her body a bit back to make room.
Kuroko's breath was growing rigid. She tried to keep the feelings in check – but the intense pain and the surging pleasure from Onee-sama's power kept harassing her mind, and she was entering a state of pure bliss.
Mikoto pulled the skirt all the way down to her own legs, revealing Kuroko's purple rose panties. Her chest was throbbing, her breathing shallow. The electric currents around her kept growing furiously, and she did not notice they were even there; they were a natural part of her. She was blind to everything but Kuroko's escalating arousal and her own growing desire, and the power building inside. She moved her fingers up and slowly began removing Kuroko's panties. Slowly, not because she wanted to prolong it, but because her body was so uptight she had trouble breathing properly. The pounding power in her head; the intense surge of ecstasy in her gut – it was completely exhilarating.
Soon, Kuroko's budding rose was exposed, and Mikoto's stomach clenched. Her sight was growing diffuse and hazy, the charges emitting from her bangs were glowing red in enormous heat, power leaking from her mind and into the air around her.
She reached out and touched Kuroko's private area, gently at first. Kuroko's body arched, as the pain from the electricity surrounding Onee-sama's fingers struck out into her flower, searing hot – her mind exploded in heat.
Mikoto received the sensation through her ability, and it made all the amounting feelings inside her soar even more. Intoxicated on her arousal, she leaned down, lips hovering above Kuroko's bud. Her mouth was filling with saliva, the heat and tension tearing at her insides and wearing her out. Kuroko kept jolting in pleasure and pain as electric charges continued to wrack her body; arousal was pumped into her limbs, desire grew at exhilarating speed in her being, the movements of her hips and waist grew more and more rigid and quick, intensifying as the feeling inside her continued to elevate, her muscles tensing to their limit, her mind screaming for release – all these feelings amassed into her stomach, forcing the tired muscles to constrict once more. And all of it, every single bit, was transmitted through her electromagnetic field and directly into Mikoto's mind.
The result was mind-blowing, to say the least. Mikoto's teeth gritted, her breath caught in her chest – there was a splintering noise as the electricity grew even wilder, shattering the lamps above them, laying the room in complete darkness – but it was still bright as day thanks to the lightning emitting from the Level 5. She clenched her stomach, arms and legs, trying to compress the onslaught of feelings and the overwhelming power growing in her mind. Kuroko was so lost in euphoria she hardly noticed – yet her body did, in the form of pain and glory.
Mikoto could hardly breathe, could hardly think, her power filling every bit of her entire body, and pleasure pouring through her veins side-by-side with the scalding electricity. Slowly, agonizingly, she opened her mouth – and licked Kuroko's flower. The electric charges jumping from her wet tongue onto Kuroko's equally wet sacred place was enough to give Kuroko her release.
"Aaah-!" Her insides exploded. Pure ecstasy tore through Kuroko's system, she was lost in euphoria, and everything gushed out of her at once. Mikoto's power reached new pinnacles at the explosion of sensations bombarding her senses; she cried out as it amassed inside her and forced its way out through her very pores – all the tension in her body being released at once. An electric tornado rose from her body, striking the ceiling and travelling along the wet surface of the room to scorch everything – and even then, something stopped it from touching Kuroko.
The teleporter could honestly say she was happy for this. Heaving for breath, feeling her limbs slowly turn to mush, she watched as the power that had completely enveloped Onee-sama's mind was unleashed – and felt that despite their enticing experiment, she was still not quite ready to take on that. Never mind pain – she would be outright killed. It had never truly occurred to her just how powerful Onee-sama was until this very moment.
She gave a trembling grin. To think I even tried to fight against that…Her respect for the highest level espers of Academy City had just been upped by a few degrees.
The electricity slowly dissipated, growing less and less fierce, until only a few crackles left Mikoto's bangs. She felt completely empty, and drew a deep, shaky breath. Then her eyes opened, gazing at Kuroko below her. Mostly unhurt, but with a few scorched patches of skin.
"It seems like… you still can't control it, Onee-sama…" Kuroko grinned, huffing for breath still.
Mikoto gazed at her, her entire body trembling from the release she'd just had. "This… wasn't like that other time…" she said, breathing heavily. "Something inside me just… exploded… I managed to keep it away from you though…"
Kuroko's insides coiled up just a tiny bit. Is that… just how it is…? She was suddenly feeling extremely lucky to have such a tough endurance.
It seemed like she might need it.
End note:
I had no idea this was what it would turn out like to have Mikoto dominating the scene when I first started writing. This chapter is old - I tweaked it a little before posting it, but all of it was written right after Sick Day. It seemed to flow nicely, so I didn't edit too much.
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