Ichika's Favorite Girls

By Anonymous

"I-Ichika-senpai, um, please excuse me, but I think I need your help - EEK!"

One of the little 'Mob-chans', as they were often called, was suddenly knocked to the ground as a sudden explosion nearby caused her to lose her footing. Ichika, who had been fiddling around with her phone at the time, did not seem to immediately notice this happen somehow. One of the other Mob-chans tried to run to her friend's aid, but she tripped over a rock and also fell to the ground.

This time, when the fighting started to calm down somewhat, and after she had finished uploading her latest selfie, that was when Ichika finally glanced over to see what had happened.

"Oh no! My little Mob-chan! Both of you!"

They had real names, but they didn't want to ruin Ichika's perception of them since it was much easier and far less complicated this way. As they were all members of the justice task force and had certain uniform regulations to follow, this was just the way things were. The wounded girls laid on the floor.

Ichika dropped to her knees and picked up them both in her arms. The Mob-chans were not even remotely hurt enough where actual medical assistance was necessary, they were just a little dirty and a little dazed. Even so, Ichika couldn't help but start applying tender, gentle smooches against their cheeks, their noses and even their lips.

"Aw, come on...come on now...wake up, please...I'll give you lots of kisses to make you feel better if you wake up for me..." Ichika cooed, even as she was still kissing them anyway. Her lips were very plump so they were soft to the touch, not to mention how warm they also were.

The other Mob-chans looked on with great envy, because they too wished to be cuddled and kissed by their beloved Ichika. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad doing more fighting for her. If they got in the way of an attack, they would be rewarded with plenty of spoiling and pampering. That sounded quite wonderful, and the Mob-chans all blushed heavily, getting hot under the collar from such greedy thoughts.

Ichika had absolutely no idea about any of it, but if she was ever asked, she would indeed proclaim "My precious Mob-chans are the very cutest in the world~!"

After the fight had ended, before they returned back to the school, Ichika had her Mob-chans line up one by one and she gave them each a peck on the forehead before sending them on their way. She gave the last one a quick swat on the bottom as she ran past for good measure.

Ichika chuckled to herself. She was glad that they were always so eager to protect her. She supposed she could award them some more later. If they were especially good, many more 'rewards' would still yet come.

-

"Hmm...hmm...hmmmmm..."

"I-Ichika, you're actually making me very u-uncomfortable with the way you keep going 'hmm' out loud like that while staring so closely at me," Justice Committee Head Tsurugi fidgeted in her seat. Her pasty white cheeks actually developed a twinge of a shade of pink on them. She didn't know where to look because she couldn't focus on the file she was filling out with Ichika staring at her. The other woman hadn't moved in a while now for some reason.

Ichika reached over and grabbed her makeup bag. She began to dig around for a few different items. Tsurugi observed in her own silence now as she watched different makeup tools appear on her desk. Finally, Ichika unfurled a stick of ruby red lipstick. Without a word, she started to lean over towards Tsurugi, but Tsurugi finally had enough and took a swipe at Ichika's hand to make her stop quickly.

"What do you think you're doing right now...?"

"What is it? I was just looking and I think you could use a little sprucing up in the looks department! Tsurugi, you're already incredibly cute, so why don't you just let yourself look the part already? Even my sweet little Mob-chans let me put makeup on them!"

There was so much wrong with what Ichika said that Tsurugi did not know where to begin, although perhaps pointing out that she shouldn't be calling her subordinates 'Mob-chan' could be saved for later.

"You're being stubborn about it, Tsurugi."

"O-Of course I'm being stubborn about it, this whole thing seems really..."

"Hmm, if you won't let me put it on you, then let's start with this." Ichika began to rub the lipstick over her own lips instead. She had such plump lips when she pursed them together. Tsurugi watched very carefully as the lipstick ran over Ichika's mouth.

"Just hold still." Ichika reached out, clutched Tsurugi's cheeks, and then leaned in so that their mouths could touch in an embrace.

Tsurugi was paralyzed in shock at first. Ichika's smooth and warm and wet lips were pressed very firmly against hers to keep everything neatly in place. It felt so good and yet so strange. Ichika had only just applied the lipstick on her own mouth so there was no chance for anything to dry. Tsurugi could feel that wetness on her mouth. For just a second she thought she felt another wetness IN her mouth too.

Ichika pulled away and now Tsurugi had bright red lips just like hers.

"Oh, you really do look pretty with it," Ichika giggled, gazing with a loving expression at the other woman, "But you need some work on your complexion to really make you shine all the more. Lipstick alone isn't going to cut it here."

"You...y-you...y-y-y-you...!" Tsurugi started to reach for her shotgun she kept near her desk at all times. Ichika giggled again and offered a quick apology before turning and running away. A group of blushing Mob-chans that had been waiting out in the hallway followed after her when she left. They all wished that they could have been Tsurugi at that moment.

Ichika was in a very good mood to say the least. She had her adorable Mob-chans and she had even gotten to get a kiss off of Tsurugi, the latter which wasn't very easy for just anyone to do. Tsurugi would need to be apologized to more properly later, but she didn't seem too upset about it. She was a good girl deep down, Ichika knew that.

-

Ichika was curious to know about something. She approached Hasumi as soon as she had the opportunity. The other woman was working hard on something as usual, this time around it was polishing off her rifle. It was such a beautiful rifle and she was such a beautiful woman as well. Ichika smirked. She could see why everyone always listened to Hasumi whenever she spoke. There were very few who were on the same level as Hasumi. Ichika was one of those people.

"How have those stockings I loaned you been doing for you lately? Catch any eyes yet?" Ichika chuckled.

She was not trying to be too perverse, but she enjoyed messing with Hasumi at least a little bit from time to time. It was almost like a way for her to let off steam in her own way. She was very laid back and nothing showed that more than how she acted around the others and even how she behaved on the battlefield. Hasumi wanted to tell her that it was more important to be focused, but she could tell that Ichika was only focused on one particular thing instead of anything more important.

"I don't know what you mean." Hasumi did her best to maintain her composure, because she didn't like talking about her stockings very much.

Ichika wondered if it would be alright to take a closer look. She knew it wouldn't be but she would do it anyway for the fun. She grabbed Hasumi's skirt and pushed it aside enough so that she could take a look at the black stocking with the strap that ran up along Hasumi's soft, pale thigh. Hasumi herself finally stopped from cleaning her rifle to look over and see what Ichika was doing. Her whole left thigh was exposed and Ichika was staring at it. No, not just that, she was also taking photos of it with her cellphone!

"Ichika, you're acting a little stranger than usual." Hasumi was good at keeping a cool head herself too. These were two women who knew how to stay calm at almost all times and were rarely shaken up except in certain inopportune moments. They were able to work off of each other incredibly well because of it.

"Just a little, you think?" Ichika shrugged. She took another shot with her phone. She pushed more of the skirt away so that she could see the whole stocking at once. "These stockings look so good on you, Hasumi! Much better than they did on me! You have just the right amount of plumpness to your hips to actually make it work for you! It would have never fit that well on ME!"

"Thank you." Hasumi's coolness started to crack apart a little and she blushed upon receiving such a compliment.

"But like I asked before, have you caught any eyes yet with these lovelies?" Ichika reached out and casually brushed the tip of her fingernail on Hasumi's thigh. She pushed down and she saw how her finger could sink a tiny bit into it.

"...Well, there is YOU."

Hasumi almost couldn't believe she had just come out and said it herself. She started blushing more until even her ears were burning. She glanced over to see how Ichika must have reacted to such a response. As it turned out, Ichika had actually opened her eyes wide for the first time in ages, and she was staring up at Hasumi. The two women stared at each other for a while without being able to say anything. They were both quite shocked and a little turned on.

"Aw, that's so sweet, Hasumi!" Ichika threw herself at Hasumi to embrace her in a hug and perhaps a kiss. Hasumi didn't know what to do so she just let her have her way. This should have been normal behavior between close friends, they had known each other for so long now. Yet the thumping of excitement did not quell within her breast even after a few seconds.

~The End~