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Ahhhhhhhhh! Why? Why didn't my damn alarm clock go off?
When I woke up I thought I could still sleep five more minutes.
But damn it! Who'd have thought those five minutes would turn into fifty!
"The grumpy old lady's gonna kill me!"
Just thinking about everything she was about to do to me made me wanna find another job.
I ran as fast as I could and, after a few steps, remembered that running was for people who didn't have a Quirk like mine. I crouched down without slowing, touched my shoes, and let the friction disappear.
"Outta the way, folks! The old lady's best employee is running late!"
I dodged a guy pushing his hot dog cart and slipped under the arm of a woman hanging up laundry.
"Hey, you! Stupid brat!"
Oops.
I slid down the whole avenue dodging women and kids. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against them, but... every time I saw them they reminded me how far I was from getting married... or from having my first girlfriend...
"Ugh... Let's forget about the sad thoughts."
I reached a plain looking massage clinic. They offered all kinds of services, from rehab for hero injuries to treatments for a sprain, and even for people who just wanted to relax.
Alright, here I go.
I pushed the door open slowly, trying not to make any noise, when an old lady's voice stopped me.
"Late! Late again!"
For an old lady, she's got pretty good hearing, huh?
A grumpy, hunched over old lady arrived at the door leaning on her cane. It was the Youthful Heroine, Recovery Girl.
Though... I dunno if the "Youthful" part is, uhmmm, appropriate...
Recovery Girl narrowed her eyes, raised her cane, and let it drop on my head.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"What are you up to, brat? You were thinking something rude, weren't you?"
She didn't make a big deal of it. She turned around and kept walking down the hall.
It's hard to take her seriously when she looks so silly...
"Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna come? They're waiting for you!"
"O-oh, yeah, I'm coming."
I followed her down the hall, coming up beside her. She was going over a list in Japanese; I still hadn't gotten used to this whole writing thing, the kanji and all that... I'm a foreigner. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a foreigner? Well, I've said it now. My nationality doesn't matter, what matters is...
"Lost in your thoughts again?" Recovery Girl looked up from her list and stared at me. "That's a serious problem, you know. You can't go through life letting everything distract you. One of these days you'll do something stupid because you got distracted... Hmph, if you were a hero you wouldn't last a minute out there."
"RECOVERY GIRL! You're underestimating me, I know very well..."
A cane hit my calf.
"Ouch! WHAT KIND OF FETISH DO YOU HAVE FOR HITTING ME?!"
Recovery Girl tapped the floor twice and then used her cane to point at a door.
"Enough chatter. Your client is waiting."
She gave another tap on the floor and moved on down the hall.
"Love ya too," I muttered, watching her walk away.
I looked at the door. Every day was a mystery, and I didn't like mysteries at all; I preferred peace and quiet. Without stopping to think anymore, I walked up and turned the knob.
"HEY, YOU!"
I'd barely walked in when a shout stopped me.
"You're late! You're the masseur, right? I've been waiting for a while! C'mon, move it!"
I usually walked kinda hunched over, not looking people in the eye; it made me nervous to feel other people's eyes on me. Recovery Girl told me it was a bad habit, but that voice, so enthusiastic and yet so annoying, sparked my curiosity.
Looks like today I can't get away with pretending I didn't hear... Tch, what a loud girl...
I lifted my eyes toward the voice and had to fight the urge to lower them again. The reason? It could be misinterpreted... Busty. Yep, if there was one thing that described the girl in front of me, it was that: busty, and even that was putting it mildly.
Those are the biggest tits I've ever seen in my life!
In front of me was a girl with green hair on fire, one hand on her hip, pointing at me with a sharp finger. The pose was threatening, but it was hard to be scared with the size of her breasts and the way her ass filled out her suit.
Beside her there was a fire extinguisher on the floor. I wondered if she'd maybe swiped it from a fire station.
Man, heroes sure have a weird way of dressing.
"HEY! ARE YOU DONE STARING?" Burnin pointed at her eyes with two fingers. "I'm up here, genius! And you're already late, so move it!"
She noticed!
I made the deepest bow I'd learned from those Japanese office worker dramas. Apparently, it's a custom around here and shows good etiquette.
"Forgive me, miss, I overslept."
Burnin lowered her hand while looking at me. It was weird seeing such a pointy finger on such a sexy girl, but I didn't think much of it.
"Tch, fine, whatever! But you're gonna make up for the time you made me lose!"
Burnin took a step back and sat on the table, crossing her legs.
"C'mon, masseur! What're you standing there for?" She pointed at the table with her thumb. "My shoulders have been wrecked since yesterday, and Recovery Girl said you were good."
She said I was good?... Suspiciousssss.
I definitely didn't expect that from the old lady.
"She really said that about me?"
"Nope, but I thought it'd motivate you."
For some reason, I feel disappointed.
I lowered my gaze to her stockings, which accented her thighs; from that angle they looked thick, and it was hard to look away.
"I know you're mad because I was late... but, miss, you're not cooperating," I said, pretending to look at the table. Those thighs had me hypnotized, but who could blame me?
The girl frowned at me, uncrossed her legs, and leaned a bit forward.
Damn, that's sexy!
"All this trouble for a massage! Are you serious?"
I pointed out the obvious before this smoking hot girl set me on fire and left me a zero star rating.
"But how am I supposed to rub you down if you've still got your clothes on?"
"..."
"..."
Burnin looked down at her suit and, sure enough, she was still dressed.
"AND WHY DIDN'T YOU START WITH THAT?!"
Maybe because your scolding wouldn't let me?
Well, she was a pro heroine; I couldn't say that.
"I..."
The girl got off the table and unbuckled her belt.
Seeing that, I, being the gentleman I am, decided to turn around and leave the room. I'd barely taken a few steps when she spoke again.
"And where do you think you're going?"
I turned a bit and, out of the corner of my eye, caught a glimpse of her bra.
"I'm giving you some space, miss."
Burnin twirled her hand in a circular gesture and kept taking off her clothes.
"Just turn around, I'm way too impatient to wait any longer."
True to my motto that the customer's always right, I decided to listen and stay put while that sultry looking girl undressed behind me.
I heard clothes falling and the table creaking. I figured she'd sat down to take off her stockings.
"You can turn around now."
Ready for the best, I did. Burnin was already lying face down on the table. She'd found the towel without me having to say anything and covered herself from the waist down, leaving her back bare.
"Uhm, I hadn't told you where the... Uhm, forget it," I said, deciding not to dwell on it.
"Hahaha, you might be tardy and annoying, but you're also kinda funny," she said, settling her head on the cushion.
"Miss..."
She lifted her eyes to mine with reproach.
"What kinda masseur are you?! You don't even know your clients' names?!"
A memory from the day before flashed in my head: I was having coffee with Recovery Girl while she told me an important client would be coming the next day, but I was busy writing a fanfic before I lost my inspiration.
"Eh... Uhm, R-Recovery Girl didn't mention it to me, hehehe," I answered without the slightest hesitation. If I was gonna let a ship sink, might as well be the old lady's.
She didn't buy it; she let a moment pass and, apparently, decided I was the most incompetent guy she'd ever seen in her life.
"It's unbelievable that you haven't even heard of me..." She propped herself up on her elbows, and her breasts came off the table as she stretched a hand toward me. The view was tempting now. "Nothing?! Endeavor Agency! Flaming Sidekickers! The hair literally on fire!"
"Well, I did notice that last part," I said, looking at her most eye catching feature.
"I'M BURNIN, THE FIRE HEROINE!"
I was tempted to tell her that her breasts were a huge distraction, but talking about other people's bodies is bad manners. I took her hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Burning."
Suddenly the grip tightened and she yanked me toward her face.
"Are you kidding me?! I said Burnin."
Oh, I think I need to get my ears checked.
I let her pull me closer; being near a pretty girl was the best part of my job.
"Forgive me, Miss Burnin, I'm just bad with names," I answered, trying not to fall on top of her.
She looked at me intensely and let go. Seemed her suspicions about my incompetence had been confirmed.
Forgive me, I'm new!
She leaned back on the pillow while gesturing with her hand.
"Forget it, call me Moe... It's easier to remember, right?"
Excited that she'd forgiven me, I unintentionally poured more fuel on the fire.
"Moe is a pretty name, it's like Moe Moe Kyun!, right?" I flashed her the best smile of an expert maid cafe connoisseur.
"Hahaha, you're right, I hadn't seen it that way... You're a regular, huh?" said Burnin, not bothered at all.
Whoa, seems like she's my kind of girl.
"Yeah, I actually love them. I wonder how they always manage to keep smiling and look so energetic," I answered while grabbing a bottle of oil to relax the muscles. I might be chatty, but work comes first.
"Guess it's 'cause they love their job. But don't get any ideas: 'Moe' doesn't mean I'm gonna call you 'goshujin-sama,'" she replied, closing her eyes.
I had no idea what to say, so I took it as a sign to drop it and focused on my work. Truth is, with my Quirk, I didn't need oil, but it was part of the experience.
I put some in my right hand and it dripped over the edge, almost staining Burnin's towel.
Still clumsy as ever.
Then I rested my hand on her bare back. The second I touched her, I couldn't tell who was getting the massage, her or me. Her skin had a soft, cushiony texture. I glanced at her flaming hair as I continued; the sensation was indescribable, hot and cold at the same time.
Maybe it's her hair?
I activated my Quirk, slid my hand, and pressed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her curl her toes.
Alright, I think she's liking it.
"... Looks like I underestimated you a bit," she said, shifting on the table.
Determined not to get distracted, I slowly moved both hands up and ran them over her shoulders, making sure no part of her back was left without oil. I found a knotted spot and pressed with my thumbs.
"Mmm... So much stress..."
Curiosity beat out my common sense, and I pressed a bit harder.
"Do you have a lot of stress at work, Miss Moe?"
Guess I hit a sensitive spot. She lifted her head a little as I kept going.
"Tell me about it. Everything seemed easier when I was one of the Flaming Sidekickers."
I kept up the massage. Under my hands, her muscles gave way little by little, losing the hardness they'd had at first.
Her skin was already soft, but can it get even softer?
"One of the Flaming Sidekickers, huh? Is that something like a hero?"
Burnin shifted her hips a bit as she adjusted herself to answer.
"You don't know what they were?"
How embarrassing... Is it some idol group or something? I've already put my foot in it.
"It's not that... it's just that I'm new around here."
Burnin sat up a bit, forgetting she was naked. I looked the other way; I didn't wanna end up incinerated today.
She seemed to realize and settled back down, covering her chest.
"You're a foreigner?!"
I scratched my cheek. It was crazy that she said everything with so much enthusiasm.
Shit, I got oil on myself.
I used my shoulder to wipe my cheek and got back to the massage.
"Yeah, I'm actually new around here; let's say I got this job through connections, hehehe." I liked saying it that way.
Burnin raised an eyebrow; her eyes swept over the room before coming back to my face with an unconvinced look.
"I don't see how anyone would wanna work in a place like this."
My hands slipped and, without meaning to, snuck under the edge of her ass, right below the towel.
"Miss Moe, being a masseur is a respectable job!"
She kept staring at me. I was starting to think this time I really was gonna get incinerated, so I slowly pulled my hand off her ass and out from under the towel.
"SO YOU'RE PASSIONATE TOO!" She covered her chest as she sat up a bit and patted me on the waist. "I like people who know what they want."
She relaxed a little and I went back to my thing; luckily, she hadn't noticed my slip up.
"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "I didn't mean to insult your job, but you look so unmotivated that I thought you didn't care."
Well, I get told that a lot.
I didn't know what to say, so I kept up the massage. Figured I'd paid enough attention to her back, so I moved down to her feet. For a pro heroine, Burnin had pretty feet, along with seductive legs that weren't muscular at all. It was incredible that a girl used to physical work could show off such a soft body.
I ran my hands between her toes, squeezing gently, while sliding the other one along her ankle with pressure.
"Mmm."
I pressed a bit harder and started moving up little by little, after giving attention to each foot. I went up her legs with my hands open, letting the oil handle the rest. When I got to the back of her knees, I activated my Quirk again and pressed a little more.
"Ngh... Hey, what'd you just do?" Burnin turned a bit to glance at me over her shoulder.
Seemed the sensation had caught her off guard.
"It's my Quirk, Miss Moe," I answered without stopping.
I slid my hands along the inside of her thighs and felt her skin get hotter as I got closer to the towel.
How weird.
Everything on her was warm, but for some reason, the closer I got, the hotter it became.
No wonder they call her the fire heroine.
"Ngh..."
Her toes curled again, and this time she didn't bother hiding it.
Seemed like she was enjoying it, so I kept pressing her thighs. Burnin was completely naked. It wasn't the first time I'd massaged a woman, but honestly, Burnin was hot, and not because of her Quirk. My traitorous gaze kept drifting dangerously toward the inside of the towel; it looked dark, nothing in sight.
Hah... What a letdown, maybe it's a sign for me to behave.
Burnin, somehow, seemed to feel my gaze... but she reacted in a strange way: she pushed up with her knees, making the table creak, and spread her legs a little more to give me room.
I swallowed and decided that being professional was the best I could do in that moment, though my member had already reached its limit and gone hard in an instant.
I hope she doesn't notice!
"C'mon, don't slack off now!" Burnin shouted from where she was. "Press harder!"
Well, who am I to complain?
I decided that a gentle massage wasn't what a girl like her wanted, so I pressed hard and slid my hands even higher, running along the inside of her thighs and getting dangerously close to the edge of the towel. Saying my erection was about to explode was an understatement; I was surprised it hadn't already burst out of my pants.
I was dangerously close to that spot that had been drawing my attention so much. Just a little more and...
Huh?
I looked down and only then realized how pressed I was against the edge of the table. At some point, between my distraction and not wanting to miss a single detail, my erection had ended up right between her feet, squeezed by them every time she moved her legs.
Burnin lifted her head from the cushion and glanced over her shoulder, first at me and then down.
"..."
"Hey..."
Oh, I'm dead!
I did what I knew how to do best: ignore the problem like nothing was happening. Because of the movement of her hips and the surprise of the moment, the pink, wet slit peeking out from between her legs was now fully visible.
That didn't help my embarrassing situation at all: I had a gorgeous view and, without meaning to, I was jerking off with the feet of a pro heroine.
"Heh, so now it turns out you don't hear me..."
When teachers scolded me or my mom called me out, I'd fall back on the best strategy of all.
I don't hear a thing, I'm a rock, and rocks don't have ears.
The friction of her feet against my erection was killing me. It was something I'd never felt before, a vice I didn't wanna walk away from, as I rubbed and tried to keep going with my work.
But admitting to it wasn't an option.
"Oh, what a shame! So you can't hear, huh?" Burnin tilted her ass toward me, giving me the full view of her insides; at the same time, she pressed her feet against my crotch, going up and down, now giving me a full on handjob.
"Ugh... M-Moe," I said in a strangled voice. This was, by far, the farthest I'd ever gone with a girl; going further felt like unknown territory.
"Miss Moe, y-your feet."
Burnin pretended not to hear while she kept stroking my hard member, no longer sticking to just visual pleasure, giving it to me physically too and, obviously, completely on purpose.
Knowing I'd caused this and there was no going back, I kept up my work like any dedicated masseur. But two could play at the same game.
There was no reason to pretend anymore. The friction of her feet, combined with the obscene view of her throbbing sex, had shattered my sanity.
I wet my lips and made a decision that could haunt me for the rest of my days.
After all, she's doing the same thing, right?
With my Quirk active, I slid my fingertips along the outer edge of her pussy, spreading her wet folds a little, pretending I was still doing the massage. Somehow, acting like I was doing my job made it more erotic.
Burnin opened her eyes when she felt my fingers opening up the most intimate spot on her body. When she was about to protest, an overwhelming pleasure threatened to make her fall off the table.
Thanks to the good use of my Quirk, sticking a finger in was easy, but the pleasure came as an added benefit.
My finger slid without any resistance into her wetness.
"Nggfgjjjjhjhhhhh."
Burnin raised her ass in a sign of satisfaction, and that pink hole the fabric had been hiding came into view, pointing directly at my face.
The towel slipped, exposing the splendor of a pair of plump cheeks.
If her breasts were already majestic, the tempting, voluptuous shape of her ass left me speechless.
"Ahhhhh..."
Burnin clenched her feet on my cock without any care, and I had to hold back a moan. It wasn't a time for doubts: if I backed off, she'd come to her senses and tear me to pieces.
Watching her open and close in spasms, soaked in her own pleasure, gave me an idea. I slid my thumb inside her thanks to the Quirk and used the other four fingers to slip into her pussy, without stopping for a second. It was the shape of an improvised C vibrator.
Burnin clenched her cheeks when she felt something had slipped into her behind.
"H-HEY?! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Sorry, Miss Moe. Rocks don't have mouths either.
Emboldened, I started rubbing both of her entrances at the same time, enjoying the pleasure of her feet still on my member.
Burnin gritted her teeth as she spread her legs wider. She hated to admit it, but it was a pleasure she'd never felt before and it was getting addictive. She clenched her hands against the blanket and decided that being passive wasn't her thing.
Seeing her open her legs without resisting, I picked up the pace of my fingers as a wet, viscous sound filled the room.
Good thing this room is soundproofed.
I hadn't noticed, but out of nowhere, a viscous liquid was dripping from my fingers and sliding down Burnin's thighs. It was obvious she'd already gone way past arousal.
Burnin lifted her leg a bit to free herself; I grabbed it with my other hand and, in the sudden movement, she flipped over, ending up completely exposed in front of me, legs spread wide open and her breasts, slightly red, bouncing from the momentum.
Honestly, the view was spectacular. Even without experience in this kinda thing, I licked my fingers a little; they had a slightly salty taste that, somehow, gave me a certain satisfaction.
Burnin blushed watching me taste what had dripped from between her legs. She was breathing heavily, her flaming hair had died down a bit, and her gaze was distracted and kinda unfocused.
With her leg still in my hand, I spread it a bit more, giving me a privileged view of her pink, wet sex. My fingers went back to her two entrances, giving her a guilty pleasure without her objecting.
Nghnnnn... Hahhhhh.
Burnin started to moan while she clenched her hands against the sheet and kept her gaze fixed on my erection. Somehow, that motivated me more, and at the same time made me feel a little guiltier for what I'd caused.
Her breasts bounced up and down with every move of my hands. Her nipples, soft looking, were fully erect, with an areola that almost blended into the color of her skin. It made me wanna pinch them and see what would happen.
Just as the wet sound of the friction between her folds and my fingers picked up, Burnin lunged toward me with force.
It's over, they're gonna cremate me.
It was hard to take my own death seriously watching how her huge breasts came at me in an erotic bounce.
Ready for the hit, I closed my eyes... but instead, what I got was a pair of soft lips on mine. Taken by surprise at being kissed by a naked heroine, and not knowing where to grab, I opened my eyes and pressed my hand against her ass as I softly returned the kiss. My other hand didn't stay still: it kneaded one of her breasts, matching the sensation of warm lips and a soft body.
My brain, which normally had a worrying amount of dumb stuff ready for any situation, decided to shut down right now.
Burnin pulled away with a smile and a heavy breath, without pushing my hands away.
"LET'S GO ON A DATE!"
"Huh?"
"A date!" she repeated, like the problem was just that I didn't know the word. "Food, going out, having fun! That!"
Seeing that I wasn't answering, she frowned.
"What?! Are you gonna say something or are you gonna stay quiet?!"
So many things had happened in so little time, but... I don't think a date is harder than jerking off a heroine, right?
I moved my hand off her breast and took hers.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Ren."