Miruko looks down at her phone before sighing and putting it away. Her target is young, a fresh-faced villain that had been causing chaos across the city, and whilst she didn't anticipate that he would be any kind of challenge due to his profile stating that he could only be around eight at the oldest, she wasn't looking forwards to taking down and apprehending a kid. Just what made it so that a child, whose quirk had developed, decided that their privilege of power was best used to disrupt society and harm people?
Miruko isn't entirely sure why she had been chosen for such a mission, surely there were better options available? Her powers are combat oriented, designed for allowing her to jump around and deliver swift and devastating blows, they weren't the kind of powers to be used against a child. Then again, thinking on it, it could be worse, they could've sent Midnight to go deal with the kid and traumatise him in more ways than one in the process.
Shrugging her shoulders, Miruko slides her phone into a hidden pocket on her hero outfit, knowing the area that she had been sent to pretty well already, having spent more than enough time hanging out with her friends when she had been a kid. It makes her wonder what could have happened to turn the boy - for all he was, was a small boy, looking at the file - to go from general juvenile delinquency - which she could understand - to outright villainy.
She supposes it doesn't matter and that the boy needs to be taken down and apprehended before he can cause any more problems for the regular people in society getting on with their lives, and with that in mind, Miruko takes off down the street, her impressive muscular thighs carrying her at a run that even top athletes would be strained to keep up with. At a full sprint, Miruko makes her way through the winding streets, only her innate knowledge of the backstreets stopping her from careening into the side of a building, or worse, crashing into someone and knocking them down.
On pure instinct, based off her heightened senses, Miruko can tell that she's getting into a shadier part of the city, the buildings closing in closer together and the alleyways she passes by in a blur getting darker and tighter, and the overall population dwindling until she's alone running down the streets. Bringing herself to a stop, Miruko breathes heavily as she calms her body down from the flight of running, scanning her surroundings.
She's ended up in a more run-down part of the city, apartment windows kept closed for safety rather than out of necessity to ward off insects or the air-quality, no one around despite the signs of life, even during the middle of the day. Of all places for a kid to be hanging out on their own, why would they choose this? Another question Miruko supposes she won't get much of an answer to, given what she's here to do.
There's no obvious traces of villain activity here - villains with a quirk, that is - but she has to stay vigilant, an attack could come from any side at any moment. Bouncing on the tips of her toes, Miruko looks around, her eyes zoning in on empty alleyways and crooked gaps between buildings, each and every one of them capable of housing someone intent on hiding from her, but even with her enhanced sight and hearing, she can't pick up on anything currently.
Sweeping her eyes past one alleyway, she stops, honing her focus, and then, she sees it. A flash of bright pink at the bottom of the alleyway, slinking away out of sight, but it's too late, she has her target. Even if she knows her way around these parts better than most, she figures her target must have decent knowledge, otherwise he wouldn't base himself here, there being little to no advantage to basing his operations somewhere so dangerous, outside of the fact that most small-talk heroes wouldn't want to take up a mission here.
Not Miruko. If anything, the idea of a challenge sets a smirk on her face as she stops bouncing in place, and she starts moving slowly, with precision that she can't achieve when moving at full pelt. Moving deliberately quietly, Miruko makes her way into the alleyway between the two buildings, the space narrow, barely enough room for her to walk between them without her shoulders brushing at the walls. She's not the widest person around, and she couldn't imagine a hero like Endeavour sidling down a space as narrow as this, but for a small boy? Perfect place to hide where he couldn't be easily found and flushed out of.
The pink flash she had seen had moved down to the bottom of the alleyway and then had turned right, and Miruko can smell an almost bubblegum-like scent coming from that direction, indicating that her target is nearby. The boy's quirk hadn't been noted down, only his distinctive appearance, so she would be going into this fight blind, but how much could a kid feasibly do to her, one of the best heroes out there?
As she gets towards the end of the alleyway, Miruko presses her back against the right-hand wall, sidling along as quietly as she can. She can't rule out if this kid has superior senses much like she does, or something else to let him know that he's been found out, or, if he'd simply seen her as she'd made her way through the streets on the way here. She hadn't been exactly stealthy, but there was no point going in all guns blazing and potentially losing an advantage.
Reaching the corner, Miruko cranes her neck around to look down the intersection of the alleyways, and is surprised when she sees nothing out of the ordinary. No bright flash of pink, nothing to indicate why she can smell bubblegum of all things, and so, she steps out into the main alley, a confused quirk to her mouth.
The attack comes out of nowhere, the scent of bubblegum intensifies for a moment before she's knocked down flat onto the floor from behind, two small feet kicking her hard in the centre of her back. Grunting as she hits the floor, Miruko quickly rights herself and makes eye contact with the villain.
When the dispatch had said he had a distinctive appearance, they weren't lying, as the villain is a small boy, approximately around waist height to her, with bright neon-pink hair that is giving off the distinctive sweet scent that she'd picked up on. It's only when the boy grabs his hair and stretches it unnaturally that Miruko gets an idea of what she's working with, and it's bad. She's a fighter that relies on mobility first and foremost, and now she's stuck in an alleyway with a villain that seems to have gum-like hair that he can stretch out into ropes to try and immobilise her with.
Leaping up above, Miruko manages to out-jump the boy's throw of his hair, giving herself a moment to think as she comes back down into the alleyway, immediately taking off further down to put some distance between them before she launches her attack. She doesn't want to hurt the kid, but she has to fight.
The boy laughs as he looks at her, 'Oh look, they sent a slut to come deal with me this time! At least I can have some fun with you,' did he just call her a slut?What kind of people was this kid hanging around to pick up language like that as young as he is?
'Who do you think you're calling a slut? I'll have you know I'm a pro-hero!' Before the boy can retort, Miruko uses her quirk to spring off the floor, launching herself towards the boy who barely reacts in time to avoid a full-force kick from her, though it's clear that he's winded by her sheer speed as she flies past him. Turning mid-air, Miruko lands and springs back into action, but she's caught off guard as the boy's sticky hair moves behind her, latching onto her and slamming her down into the ground.
It's not enough to hold her for long, but the boy draws close, and it's clear that he has no qualms landing hits on her as she does to him, because he lets loose a litany of kicks and punches on her arms, her legs, and to her gut, making her wince. He's not particularly strong compared to some of the more physical-aspect quirk villains out there, but the blows are starting to add up, and they'll no doubt leave bruises after the fact that she'll need to nurse.
'I could tell you were a pro-hero from the get-go,' the boy taunts, tightening his hair around her body, 'no one else dresses up as strange as you lot do.'
Grimacing, Miruko struggles against the boy's tightening hold, his blows not helping as they rain down upon her, the boy - Ayame, her mind supplies from his profile - grinning down at her as she struggles.
'I'm gonna enjoy beating you down,' he says, and then aims a kick at the side of her ribs, the tip of his boot jabbing painfully into her side, enough to make Miruko let out a grunt, gritting her teeth against the onslaught. Miruko manages, then, to break free of his bonds and aims a kick up towards the boy, sending him flying back down the alleyway due to her overtuned muscle. Flipping herself up back onto her feet, Miruko doesn't even have the time to formulate a plan of action before the boy launches himself at her, tackling her to the ground as he grabs around her waist, his bright pink hair forming a lasso which he wraps around her waist before letting go of her.
Miruko yells as the boy uses his bright pink hair to pick her up and slam her against the wall of the building beside them, pain immediately exploding from her back and radiating out through her body from the impact against the concrete wall. She drops to the floor, and before she can fully right herself, leaning on her elbows as she gasps through the pain, her head is wrenched to the side with a nasty kick.
Ayame's boot kicks her jaw hard, and Miruko moans out in pain as she's knocked back down. Wiping blood from her mouth from where she'd bitten her tongue, or rather, from where her jaw had been rattled by Ayame's kick, Miruko grimaces as she gets herself into a couch, another kick flying towards her, but this time she manages to dodge, if only just, given the crowded space she's dealing with.
'Aw, got nothing to say now that you've had a taste?' Ayame taunts, and Miruko finally gets a good look at him. For a boy so young, he certainly has wide hips and shapely thighs, but Miruko shakes the thought of him being attractive out of her mind. His neon pink hair is naturally long, falling to his mid-back even when he's not using it as a weapon, and he smells sweet and feminine to her enhanced sense of smell.
'Hmph,' he huffs, crossing his arms, 'you're no fun. Well, I guess I gotta make my own fun, this time.'
Miruko blinks and then suddenly, his hair whacks her in the stomach, slamming her back against the iron fence at the other side of the alleyway, making Miruko whimper from pain. Clenching her fists, Miruko braces herself for when she gets slammed back down on the concrete floor, her suit tearing a little from the friction, and then she can't move without risking seriously harming the kid as he makes his way over to her and sits on top of her stomach, his hair coiling around her torso and arms underneath where he's sitting.
Instead of taunting her again, he simply balls his fist up and drives it into the side of her breast, her bust compressed by her suit, and she yelps from the immediate radiating pain from the hit.
'Haha, such huge tits for a hero! Maybe you should stop and think about what you're wearing, it's gonna get you into trouble,' Ayame grins down at her, before he balls his other fist up and punches the other side of her breasts for good measure, 'like it's getting you into trouble now.'
'What do you want?!' Miruko yells, and Ayame simply laughs down at her, mocking, making Miruko grit her teeth as her brow furrows in frustration.
'Oh, you'll know soon enough,' he says, and then his hands are moving towards her breasts again and Miruko braces herself for another hit, but what happens instead makes Miruko start to squirm to try and extricate herself without causing too much damage. Ayame's hands grope at her breasts, squishing and grabbing at them, before he draws a hand back and slaps her across her face.
Her head snaps to the side, and she groans, but before she can right herself fully, Ayame's hands grip at her suit, his nails digging in to the spandex and stretching it as much as he can before it inevitably rips under his grip. The suit tears diagonally across her chest, and Miruko flexes her arms as much as she can against her restraints, desperate to cover her body, but she's trapped, helpless.
Her breasts spill out, large and heavy, but still quite perky for their size, and Miruko grimaces and closes her eyes at the look on Ayame's face, eager and excited, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks.
'Wow, they've even bigger than I thought they were! I was hoping to get one of the school girls instead of a pro, but you'll do just fine.'
Miruko keeps her eyes clenched shut, maybe if she can't see the way that Ayame is disrespecting her, humiliating her, she might just make it through this and find a way out to retaliate. Screw having the moral high ground and not harming this kid, if he wants to mess with her like this, it's personal.
Another punch to her jaw, pain blooming and mixing with the throbbing pound of her head caused be Ayame's previous hits, her head snapping to the side yet again, 'Look at me, bitch, you can't avoid this,' Ayame taunts, and Miruko weakly opens her eyes, though her gaze is full of vitriol, anger palpable in the air between them.
'I'm gonna use these' Ayame viciously grabs her tits, squeezing hard enough on each of her breasts to make Miruko cry out into the abandoned alleyway, 'as much as I like, and then I'm gonna fuck you, and you can't do anything about it.'
Miruko truly struggles, then, thrashing underneath Ayame, managing to move enough to dislodge him from on top of her a little bit, and Ayame isn't happy about it, his pretty face twisting into a sneer as he aims a kick between her legs. His foot slams against her cunt through her suit, and Miruko screams at the pain that blossoms from the impact, her whole cunt throbbing hotly as she feels nausea settle in her stomach.
'Now you've done it,' he sneers down at her, 'I was gonna take it a little easy on you, but you're being such a frigid bitch I've got no other choice.'
The grip of his hair slides up and tightens around her abdomen and arms, an offshoot threatening to grab at her legs as he pushes them apart and grabs at the gusset of her suit. The fabric here is a little tougher, but Ayame manages to tear it, exposing her pussy to the stifling air in the alleyway and Miruko does her best to closer her legs to try and stop Ayame's advances, but he simply slaps his hand down on top of her already aching pussy, making her groan lowly in pain.
'I can't believe you're wet from me beating your ass,' Ayame remarks, and Miruko's face flushes red as he brings his hand up to show her, the shine of her slick on his palm obvious even in the low light. She has no explanation, no reason for it, and Ayame shuffles closer, freeing his cock from his own hero suit, tight spandex spread over his lithe stomach and flared hips.
He's surprisingly big for someone so young and feminine looking, and were this any other situation, Miruko would be aroused and wanting, but instead she's left dreading what Ayame is going to do with her, do with her body.
Ayame taps the underside of his cock against the apex of her pussy, the pleasure of his length tapping against her clit in great contrast to the lingering ache from his kick to the groin, but even more insulting to her autonomy and her body. She's wet, humiliatingly so, and Ayame sighs as he ruts himself against her pussy, the cherry head of his cock sliding between her folds before bumping against the underside of her clit in a small shock of pleasure that zings up her spine each time.
Ayame shuffles back and pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy, the pressure making Miruko cry out, desperate to get the attention of someone, anyone, so that Ayame wouldn't carry out what he's about to do.
It doesn't work.
Ayame swiftly presses himself further against her, the head of his cock sinking into the entrance of her pussy, thick enough to spread her wide as he shoves himself inside of her with little decorum, moaning low in his throat as he does so.
'God, you're tight, dressed like such a slut and nobody's fucked you?' Ayame's voice is thick with pleasure and disbelief in equal measures, 'I'd laugh if it weren't so pathetic.'
'Fuck you,' Miruko spits out, gritting her teeth at him, baring them like a cornered animal showing a threat to get a predator to leave them alone. Ayame simply laughs and presses further inside of her, the head of his cock bumping against her G-spot, making Miruko grit her teeth to prevent a moan from escaping her mouth. She couldn't let Ayame know that her body was enjoying this, she wouldn't be able to bear it.
Ayame sighs happily as he bottoms out inside her pussy, his cock throbbing in the snug grip of her walls, wet and tight and perfect around him.
'You're the first pro-hero I've managed to fuck,' he breathes out, 'how does that feel?'
'I hate you,' Miruko grimaces, 'what kind of-'
Ayame doesn't let her finish, drawing his hand back to spank at the side of her ass, still hidden by her suit. The strike stings, no doubt leaving a red mark where he'd hit her, but more than anything, the strike against her ass is a blow to her pride. Everything about this situation is a blow to her pride, if she's being honest, but the idea of being spanked for disobeying Ayame as if Ayame had power over her? Ugh.
'If you know what's good for you, you'll shut up and behave,' Ayame says, before drawing his hips back, sliding out of her cunt until only the tip of his cock is inside of her. Miruko braces herself, expecting a rough thrust into her cunt that would hurt, but Ayame doesn't do anything, holding himself just barely inside of her pussy whilst looking down at her, an irritating smirk turning up the corner of his mouth.
'Aren't you-'
'Aren't I what? Going to fuck you? Oh, you're thatdesperate, huh?' Ayame giggles, the sound high and innocent sounding, completely at odds with the situation that Ayame has put them in, 'didn't know you'd like my cock so much as soon as I put it in your pussy,' he says, and Miruko turns her head to the side, a pout on her lips and a flush spreading over the top of her cheeks.
After he laughs at her, Ayame does then slide his cock back inside of her pussy, happily moaning as he bottoms out, before he sets a fast, eager rhythm, his wide hips forcing her thighs to spread wide, letting him fuck her deeper and harder. Horribly, it feels good, Ayame, for someone so young, is pretty big, and he knows what he's doing, letting the hairless base of his cock push against her clit, providing an extra zap of pleasure each time he fully bottoms out inside of her.
'Haha!' Ayame laughs, a slight drop of sweat forming on the side of his face, 'your boobs are bouncing each time I fuck you!' His hands move, and then he's painfully groping at her tits again, jiggling and shaking them with every time he pushes back into her pussy, the head of his cock battering against her G-spot in a way that Miruko is desperately trying to find a fault with.
She shouldn't be liking the way this small boy's cock feels inside of her, shouldn't feel pleasure at the way he bottoms out in each thrust, the way he grabs at her tits like they're his to own.
Miruko tries to close her legs around Ayame's thighs to stop him from fucking her so rhythmically, so she can try and claw back her dignity from this situation, but as she does so, she can see that Ayame's face changes from his happy gloating and smirk to a downturned frown.
Miruko doesn't have time to brace herself for the punch that lands on her lower stomach, crying out from the pain and trying not to gag as her stomach rebels from the abuse, combined with the sensation of being fucked. It's not just one blow, though, Ayame's disposition has changed, and he's raining blows down on her abdomen, punches digging into the trim muscle of her abdomen hard enough to really hurt, tears springing to Miruko's eyes as she grits her teeth.
Her stomach feels so sore underneath all of the immediate pain, and as Ayame's blows stop, Miruko can already see the skin of her stomach reddening, where it will no doubt turn a mottled black and blue with intense bruising. She can only just hope that no one asks too many questions when she manages to get out from under this kid and exact her revenge.
Suddenly, Ayame's thrusts speed up, and his hands move to grip at her hips, his fingers falling just shy of digging into the soreness he'd just created, moans coming from his mouth as he tips his head back, and Miruko realises too late just exactly what's happening. Her eyes go wide, and she tries to flail her legs to stop Ayame from coming inside her pussy, but it's fruitless as Ayame hilts himself deep inside of her pussy and comes.
His cock throbs heavily in her pussy and warmth spreads inside of her, jets of cum filling her up handily before it starts to leak back out around his cock, spilling onto the alleyway floor below them, an incriminating tell of exactly what just happened. Miruko's shoulders jerk with a heavy sob that she barely suppresses, determined to not let Ayame win.
Ayame slowly thrusts back and forth, grinding himself deeper into her pussy as he keeps coming, savouring his pleasure and grinding against Miruko's G-spot as he does so, grinning languidly down at her.
'There's the first one,' he says, and Miruko's eyes go wide with sudden dread as Ayame pulls out, and then uses his stretched out hair to flip her so she's forced to support herself on her hands and knees, her pussy, dripping with cum, on display for him.
He doesn't take any more time, slotting himself straight back into her sloppy pussy, pushing his own cum out onto the floor as he starts to fuck her in earnest again, moaning with each thrust, gloating as he does so.
'You're sucking me in, even if you say otherwise, your pussy wants my cock inside of it,' he pants, hands gripping at her hips. In this position, at least, Miruko doesn't have to watch him push inside of her pussy, but even hanging her head downwards, she can see his lithe legs working away as he pistons in and out of her pussy, not giving her any reprieve. She can feel the pleasure starting to cloud her brain, and she hates it, with a passion, but she can't stop the inevitable from coming.
Her orgasm rises swift and almost painfully, similar to most things in this encounter, and she's left gasping and moaning as her pussy convulses around Ayame's cock thrusting in and out of her, the erratic fluttering of muscle making Ayame moan and spank her ass with his open palm, the sting of pain somehow making her orgasm even more potent.
She's gasping for breath as the pleasure recedes, and she can hear Ayame laughing at her as the ringing in her ears subsides, 'Wow, you really just came from my cock alone, huh? You really are a whore!'
Miruko grits her teeth and doesn't respond, only to receive a quick succession of spanks on her ass, the force of the blows making her cheeks jiggle, a hot stinging sensation rising from each blow until she's crying out for Ayame to stop, much to her own consternation. She should be able to resist more than this, but Ayame is intent on breaking her down.
'Stop? You think it's that easy?'
She gets a punch in her side for daring to ask Ayame to stop, no doubt spreading the mottled bruising she's going to be nursing when she gets back… if she gets back.
'Now shut up and let me fuck you like the slut you are,' Ayame declares, his hair tightening further around her, cutting off her protests with a strangled whimper from the pressure around her already bruised and damage abdomen. Ayame's thrusts speed up again, but this time, due to the different position, or maybe from the abuse Ayame had unleashed on her body, it felt different, it felt more intense.
Maybe Ayame had successfully beaten her body into submission, even though her mind screamed at the idea, her better senses not yet gone, even though they're being eroded underneath the onslaught of pleasure and pain that Ayame has rained down on her. How could have things gone so wrong, so quickly? Today had started like any other, taking on a commission to take down a troublesome villain, and now here she was, her pussy being used by a little boy hopped up on his ability to hold her still and slam her about.
Miruko's vision blurs with tears, even as she grits her teeth against moans trying to make their way out of her throat. That's the worst thing about this, that Ayame is making her body feel good. Her pussy is clenching and fluttering around his long, thick cock, milking it, hoping that he'll come inside of her again. The pleasure is starting to make her brain feel fuzzy, her eyes crossing as her mouth drops open in a moan, losing the battle against the pleasure wracking through her body in a violent storm.
Ayame laughs as he speeds up, fucking into her properly, the head of his cock ramming into her G-spot is intense precision, the bruising on her stomach making her feel a mix of pained and pleasured that leaves Miruko's mind swimming.
His hands grip at the tight covering of her suit over her ass, and Miruko gasps at the feel of him tearing her suit further, exposing her ass to his gaze fully. Ayame slaps her ass a couple more times, watching her cheeks jiggle almost hypnotically as he fucks her, the clap of skin on skin as his wide hips collide with her voluptuous ass loud in the relative silence of the alleyway.
'If your pussy weren't so slutty, I'd fuck this hole too,' Ayame remarks, his hand coming down to the cleft of her ass to press his fingers over the furl of her hole, the muscle clenching in response to the stimulation, 'but I've got a better idea for what I can make you do.'
Miruko doesn't like the sound of that, but she's too busy trying not to come her brains out over his cock again to make a retort.
Ayame hilts himself deep inside of her pussy again, grinding with a filthy circle of his hips, before he comes inside of her again. Cum shoots deep into her pussy and Ayame moans happily behind her, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum. Pulling out, he grasps the base of his cock and strokes himself, letting the last ropes of cum land on her ass as he comes down from his high. Moving his hand from stroking himself, Ayame smears his cum on her ass cheeks, thoroughly claiming her, before spanking her ass hard, the clap of his hand on her skin, wet with his cum, overbearingly loud. This spank stings more, being layered on top of already-forming bruises, with her skin being wet making it feel much sharper as she gasps out a moan.
Miruko almost forgets where she is for a moment before Ayame decides that she isn't responding enough, moving her and slamming her into the wall, and Miruko is out like a light as the pain becomes too much for her, slumping in the grasp of his hair.
Ayame brings her back down to the floor, where he sneers at her.
'Can't even take a beating, huh?'
Kicking her in her side, he grimaces when she doesn't respond, not even operating on an instinctual level, completely out of it. Stamping down on her stomach with his boot makes him feel a bit better as he looks at the imprint of his sole highlighted on the trim muscle of her abdomen, but Miruko still isn't coming around.
Deciding that he might as well have a little bit of fun while she's out of it, Ayame stripes off the bottom half of his suit, baring his ass and places Miruko so that she's lay out on her back, before sitting down on her face, positioning his hole directly over her mouth. Leaning his weight back on her head, Ayame starts stroking his cock with one hand, whilst playing with her tits with the other. His long hair unravels from her stomach just enough so that he can use it to his advantage, forming a thick paddle shape, which he holds up in the air.
'This should get her to wake up,' he giggles, 'and she'll have a nice surprise for when she does!'
The thick paddle of his hair slams down on top of her pussy in a violent swing, and just like Ayame thought, Miruko immediately wakes up with a scream, muffled by his pert ass perched on her face, but he doesn't let up. Another hit has Miruko muffling a sob, and Ayame smirks, 'Since you so selfishly decided to pass out, you get to eat my ass to make up for it!'
Ayame moans and fists the base of his cock, looking at Miruko's tits as she huffs desperately for breath, moving the paddle he'd formed up to slap down over her tits, aiming specifically for her nipples to purposefully make the blow hurt as much as possible. Miruko jolts underneath him again, and then Ayame moans as he feels the first touch of her tongue on the furled muscle of his hole.
'That's it, you can try and deny it all you like, but - mmph! - you're my slut,' Miruko's tongue is insistent, soft and wet and amazing on his hole, and Ayame focuses on stroking his cock as Miruko pokes the tip of her tongue inside his hole. It feels so good to use Miruko's face like this, and he grinds back with a pleased sigh, cock pulsing in his grip.
Miruko's tongue circles his hole and Ayame's eyes flutter a little as he grips the base of his cock, determined not to come just yet, even if Miruko's tits would like nice with a glaze of his cum. He's got a better idea as to where his cum can go, to prove how much he's completely broken Miruko down.
Reaching back with his other hand, Ayame weaves his fingers into Miruko's hair and pulls upwards, forcing her nose to press against the cleft of his ass as her tongue works on his hole, but the moan she lets out in response feels far too good, and Ayame realises if he wants to use her mouth with his cock too, he's going to have to cut her off.
Rearranging his hair to hold her down while he gets up, Ayame turns and grins down at Miruko, her lips wet with saliva.
'Look at you! Licking my ass and moaning while doing it, you love me and my body, don't you?'
Miruko's face forms into a frown, and she growls, 'Absolutely not!'
Ayame laughs, 'You're not a very good liar, you know that? Open up for my cock.'
Miruko can't even deny that she finds him attractive, as much as she hates his guts for what he's done to her, that lithe abdomen and large cock, and his ass felt divine on her face, soft and a little bit perky, just how she liked it. Looking up at Ayame, and then down at her body, the paddle of hair hovering over her cunt, ready to strike, Miruko sighs, and opens her mouth.
'Good, good! You're learning your place,' Ayame gloats, and then directs his cock to her mouth, smearing the wet tip along her lips, 'now suck my cock like the bitch you are.'
Miruko glares up at him, hoping to at least convey how much she hates him, but she can't deny that she's drooling at the idea of getting to suck his cock, the length and girth of it having felt absolutely delicious when it was inside her pussy. Ayame presses his cock inside her mouth and as if on instinct, Miruko hollows her cheeks and sucks, making Ayame moan as the tip of his cock presses against the back of her throat.
'That's it,' Ayame sighs out, hand tangling back into Miruko's hair once more, 'take it all!' and with that, he shoves her head down on his cock until her nose is pressing into the hairless base and her throat is convulsing around the length of it as she struggles to adapt to him fucking her face.
'Your throat feels almost as good as your pussy,' Ayame taunts, drawing himself out of her throat, only to press back in eagerly, the throb of his cock indicating that he's already close, having been teased by Miruko's tongue working on his hole, 'aren't you grateful for my cock? Don't you love it?'
Miruko closes her eyes, a spasm running through her pussy as she feels herself get wetter from his degradation. She can't deny it. She loves this cock, even if she hates the boy it's attached to. The cute types of boy weren't the ones she usually went for, but his cock feels right in her throat and in her pussy, and she wants his loads inside her, on her, all over her, until she can't help but babble and desperately moan for his cock.
Ayame grunts, and then presses her face painfully to the base of his cock, as his cock pulses on her tongue, depositing a load of cum down her throat as Miruko tries not to choke, her eyes rolling back at the suffocating feeling of pleasure overtaking her at the idea of being claimed so thoroughly.
All Ayame needed to do now was fuck her ass full of his cum, and her conversion to his slut would be complete.