I need to get a new pair of glasses. I can't be a hero if I can't see. I can't do anything like this. Ayano squinted at the door in the distance, feeling only a little confident that it was Saitama's door. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself to continue down to the apartment.
Sonic had agreed to let her do this alone. Semi-alone; of course he was hanging around nearby in case he decided she needed rescued or if she needed help in general. She had stumbled a few times on the stairs.
Ayano was here for two reasons. The first being that she needed to get her stuff back. Most of her weapons and almost all of her belongings were still in Saitama's apartment. The second reason was that she wanted to know what happened to her opponent.
This was going to be embarrassing. Returning to this apartment after almost a week had passed. She had left Sonic so she could focus on being a real hero and Genos had vouched for her so Saitama would let her stay there. This felt like she was crawling back, timidly admitting that she was returning to Sonic.
When the door opened, it was opened by Saitama. The bald hero stared down at her for a long moment before he leaned in close. "Oh. Hey, Ayano. You look kind of cool without glasses. Did you get contacts?"
She blinked up at the hero and frowned. "Um…no. They were broken in the fight. I need to get new ones…" She shook her head. "I came to get my stuff."
"Wait. What fight? Were you in the hospital? You do look a little banged up." He scratched at his stomach beneath his shirt, head tilting slightly as he leaned away from her again.
What? Ayano's eyes narrowed, squinting to see his expression. Trying to tell if he was joking or not. "The fight. It was just a few days ago. The cat-"
"Sword Girl. I brought your bag." Genos appeared behind Saitama and seemed to be looking at her, but his expression was too blurry for her to be sure.
"Oh. You're moving out? Did you make up with Sonic?"
"Yes." She bowed a little; still confused, but wanting to show her appreciation. "Thank you for allowing me to stay with you. I hope we can still be friends."
"Huh? Yeah. We'll still be friends. That's a weird thing to say." Saitama's face drew closer as he gave her a dopey sort of smile. "What's up? You're okay, right?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Ayano winced when he patted her on the head. What is he doing? Is that what hero friends do? She tried to look at Genos, but he was still just far away enough to be blurry. "So the cat-"
Before the rest of the question could be asked, Ayano found herself pinned against the wall beside the door with a metal hand clamped over her mouth. Now Genos was in focus, but it was because his face was inches away from hers. His eyes were narrowed, fixed on her pale face, and his free hand was gripping her shoulder.
"Uh, Genos? What are you doing?"
His eyes narrowed further for a second before he turned his head to Saitama. "Master, Ayano was about to reveal something that-"
"Oh. You didn't want me to find out?" He shuffled out to the walkway and gave them both a smug look. "You guys are taking care of a stray cat you found, right?"
The two younger heroes shared a quick glance. "Yes." Genos released her mouth when he was sure she was going to play along. "We found a stray cat. We need to go feed the cat. If you will excuse us."
Ayano bit back a yelp as she was slung over the cyborg's shoulder and he leapt over the rail to the ground below. "What was that?" she hissed, squinting up at the blurry figure of Saitama at the railing.
"Be patient and I will explain it to you."
"You…might want to put me down. I didn't come here alone." Ayano was glad to be back on her feet. She accepted her bag and her wrapped weapons from Genos with a quiet word of thanks.
Following Genos down the street, she had a lot of questions she wanted to ask. Why didn't he tell Saitama about the fight? Wouldn't he want him to know? He's Saitama's student and I'm pretty sure…he…She frowned and chewed at her thumbnail as they turned a corner. "Genos. You…didn't defeat her, did you?"
"Samurai Catgirl has been taken care of. You will not be targeted by her a second time." His tone was even, calm. Confident.
Goose bumps rose on her skin beneath the clothes she had borrowed from Sonic. Did Genos kill that girl? Wasn't she part of an underground organization? She looked up to that perverted cyborg that I killed. So…shouldn't she be handed over to the Hero Association? They would have said that the danger was gone though. The website still says that we're supposed to be watching for suspicious people linked to that cyborg cat person.
She was hesitant to ask since he had such a weird reaction earlier to her just bringing the catgirl up, but she needed to know. "…is she dead…?"
"She is not dead."
Ayano felt a metal hand grip her arm and tug her backwards before she could bump into a pole. Her face turned pink and she slouched a little more as she walked. "How did you know I needed help? And why didn't you tell Saitama?"
The grip tightened on her arm and Genos seemed to consider his answer before speaking. "Mumen Rider contacted Saitama because he claimed you were abducted. I was searching for you when I saw your fight. Samurai Catgirl is not dead. I took care of the problem and she will not be able to fight again for some time."
The cyborg saw her looking pained and released her arm. "I did not defeat her. I detained Samurai Catgirl. I have not handed her over to the police at this time."
What? For what purpose? Wait…cyborg. Her idol was a cyborg so maybe Genos thinks he had can interrogate her and he'll find his rampaging cyborg? Ayano decided not to push him any further. The point was that the evil "hero" had been detained. If he got any more information out of her, he would probably tell someone. She had enough faith in Genos to believe that.
When he left her side, she was not alone for long. Ayano soon felt eyes on her and paused on the sidewalk. "She's still alive."
Sonic gripped her shoulders from behind, leaning down so his lips were beside her ear. "Do you want me to kill her?"
It was a tough question to answer. Ayano had been sick, terrified, and that so-called "hero" had still attacked with the intention of killing her. Any sympathy Ayano might have for her was miniscule. At the same time, something had felt "off" about the catgirl's adoration for the creepy cyborg she had looked up to. Like she was desperate for his approval. Like she might have been brainwashed.
The ninja frowned when she failed to answer him. In a few seconds, he had her bag and weapons on the sidewalk. The female hero was now pinned against the side of a building, staring up at him with wide honey-golden eyes. He half-grinned and leaned down so his face was close enough for her to see clearly. "Aren't you going to say anything? I just said I'd kill for you."
Whatever reaction he had hoped for, it was not the one he got. Warmth flooded her face. "Th-thank you."
"Thank you? That's all you have to say? An offer like that doesn't come along often, Ayano. You know that I work for pay; I don't do anything for free."
Her eyes closed as she felt fingers threading into her long, chocolate colored locks. She let him draw her face closer and her pulse raced as his lips caressed hers. Ayano's arms lifted, wrapping around his neck as his free hand pressed at the back of her left thigh.
The hero's legs were soon wrapped around his waist, letting him pin her against the cold bricks of the building as the kiss deepened. She felt the tip of his tongue slide along her lower lip and a sound of pleasure was muffled by his mouth. Her only warning was a twitch of his lips before she found herself being moved.
Sonic gripped her hand and led her into a building that seemed to have been abandoned for quite a while. Inside were a number of desks and chairs, suggesting it might have been an office at some point. Ayano's back met the hard surface of a desk and she squinted in the dimly lit room.
He leaned down over her, a hand resting on her left hip and fingertips slipping beneath the waist of her pants. "I want you to scream my name. Don't you want to remind those heroes who you really belong to?"
"What…?" Ayano bit her lower lip, back arching as she felt his other hand slid beneath her shirt. His fingertips were warm against her skin, cupping her breast and kneading gently as he tried to draw a sound from her. Only after a whimper escaped did he finally withdraw.
Both hands gripped the waist of her pants and he leaned down to her ear. "I'm going to make them listen while I reclaim what's mine. I saw that metal nuisance touching you. So let me just remind them that you're mine. You won't deprive me of that, will you?" he teased.
"I…I won't," she conceded.
"Good girl." He tugged at her pants, letting them slide down her legs and taking her panties with them. Sonic leaned down and pressed a light kiss at the sensitive skin below her belly button, drawing a gasp from her.
Ayano felt heat pooling between her legs as she felt his fingertips rub along her sides, his lips brushing over her stomach and then lower. Her own hands were curled into fists at her sides, but soon covered her face to hide the bright red hue. She felt his fingers trailing down along her thighs and finally pull them apart.
Anticipation made her hold her breath as she waited for what he would do next. She was not disappointed. He parted her lower lips and slid one digit in, up to the last knuckle. She bit her lip hard, trying desperately not to react to something so simple. He pumped a few times before adding a second and then a third digit, coating them in her essence.
"Don't hide your face or I'll really make you scream."
These words made her fight to muffle a moan. The warmth was increased by the warning, the lust dripping from every word. She uncovered her face and found her eyes meeting his grey ones as he smirked up at her. "W-wait! Ngh! Aaah!"
His lips pressed at the top of her slit, forcing a louder moan from her. The hero's back arched higher off of the desk, her hands moving to his hair on reflex. Her fingers slid into his dark locks as he pressed harder, his gaze lifted to maintain eye contact with her. One hand still gripped her thigh as he continued to slide his fingers in and out, his lips slowly parting. The tip of his tongue brushed over her sensitive bundle of nerves and forced a sharp cry from her.
Pressure was quickly building in the hero's core as he continued to give her pleasure. He flicked his tongue against the small, sensitive bump and pushed her closer and closer to the edge of climax. A fourth digit was added, forcing her open more and bringing tears to her eyes.
When Ayano felt the edge rapidly approaching, she whimpered his name and found herself acting boldly. Holding his head in place as her hips rolled to meet each flick of his tongue. She was getting close and just before the warm knot in her core could come undone, he pulled his lips from her skin and removed his fingers.
The ninja licked away the wet, warm essence that coated his digits and seemed to revel in the discontent whimper she emitted. His hand rested just above her slit when he was feeling generous and pressed the tip of his thumb against the sensitive bump, teasing her. "What do you want, Ayano? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg."
Her heart was still racing, lust still burning through her as she stared up at him with teary eyes. "I-I want you…to…f-fuck me…please…" she whispered. Her face was bright red as she said this and she was soon rewarded.
In a matter of seconds, Ayano was being pinned down beneath Sonic. He wasted no time in sheathing himself within her core, feeling the wet, tight muscles squeeze around him. A hand braced against the desk beside her head so he could keep himself up enough to look at her. To see the ecstasy in her eyes as he pounded his hips into hers.
When he felt her beginning to squeeze tighter, he grinned wickedly and quickened his pace. A hand slipped between them and he pressed a fingertip against her most sensitive spot again. As he rubbed at it, he leaned down to her ear. "Scream my name so Saitama hears it."
Ayano's pleasure mounted and her muscles spasmed. She obliged; screaming Sonic's name so loudly that she almost wondered if people beyond the ghost town might have heard. Her legs were lifted around his waist and held there tightly as he pushed in as deeply as he could to release. Panting, she stared up at the blurry image of the ninja.
He was grinning with satisfaction and leaned down to capture her lips with his. His right hand released her leg and settled between them, resting on her lower abdomen. "Don't think that this is over. When we get home, we're going again."