Flame Witch (2)
Zzzap!
"Hah...! What's wrong with me? This is driving me crazy."
Her ass started throbbing again after just a few steps, making Flame Witch grimace. Could it be some injury from Siren's attack? The worry crept in.
S-grade heroes visited their dedicated doctor—known as the Divine Physician—at the slightest anomaly. As living deterrents to villains, the Association micromanaged their health.
But even if health came first, she couldn't exactly ask the Divine Physician, "My ass keeps throbbing—what do I do?" Even if he was an old man who couldn't get it up anymore, he was still a man. And with no one else to confide in, she'd have to solve this herself.
The problem? She had no clue how.
Flame Witch had rejected countless suitors. Even her boyfriend, White Knight, showed little interest in her. Naturally, she'd never had sex by age thirty. So she didn't know why her ass throbbed at random or how to make it stop.
"Ugh, so annoying."
Scowling, she turned on her heel.
"Where to, miss?"
"Department store. I need some shopping therapy."
"Yes, miss. Right away."
Her personal assistant, who managed her schedule, approached. To shake off her foul mood, Flame Witch headed to the department store with her.
*****
That night, after splurging on luxury goods to lift her spirits, Flame Witch turned in early for her skin routine.
Throb!
"Haaah... Again...?"
But sleep wouldn't come. Her ass throbbed once more.
"Haa... This is insane... Why is this happening...?"
If it were just her ass, she could've endured. But the throbbing spread like an infection, igniting her whole body with heat.
"Haa..."
Her eyes glazed over as she panted, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"My body... it's so hot..."
Writhing on the bed, Flame Witch's hand moved on instinct. It slipped under her pajamas, groping her voluptuous breasts and sliding between her thighs—the curves men drooled over.
"Haaah...!"
A lewd moan escaped as she squeezed her breast. The unfamiliar sensation hit like a drug, flooding her with intense pleasure. Like an addict, she couldn't stop touching herself.
And the ecstasy peaked when she slid a finger into her ass—the source of the throbbing.
"Haaaaah~!"
Her hips bucked up, body shuddering violently. Her panties soaked through with juices.
"Ngh! Hah! Haaaang~!"
Climax hit, but her feverish body didn't cool. If anything, it burned hotter. All night, she masturbated without a wink of sleep.
*****
"Huh? Didn't sleep well, miss?"
"...No. Anyway, what's my schedule today?"
"Today's agenda is..."
Her assistant, arriving early, briefed her.
"Got it. Now get out."
"Yes. Oh, this arrived."
"What? A package?"
"Yes."
"Who sent it?"
"Didn't you order it, miss?"
"No?"
"...Then I'll check it."
"No need. I'll open it. Just go."
"Yes, miss."
Handing over the box, the assistant bowed and left.
Riiip!
Alone, Flame Witch tore open the tape.
Yes, that sound! Even an S-grade hero with prestige couldn't resist a package.
"A USB?"
Inside the small box was a palm-sized drive. Tilting her head, she plugged it into her computer.
-Thanks for the meal-
A video titled that.
"Thanks for the meal? Who the hell sent this?"
She hit play. Her eyes widened.
Papapapapapa!
"Th-this is...!"
A suited man thrust from behind. The camera angle hid his face, but hers was crystal clear.
[Creampie in the ass—not the pussy—pure bliss~!!!!!]
Spouting nonsense, he slammed harder, then froze, twitching. He grabbed the camera, filming his deed.
[Flame Witch's asshole deflowered! S-grade hero meat—chewy and delicious!]
Her hands shook. He filmed her dripping ass, even syringed out his cum from her hole.
[Next time, pussy creampie! Bye, folks~]
"....."
Shocking content. Her first time seeing something like this, her mind went blank.
So... I was raped?
[Oh right.]
The video resumed.
[I'll drop by tonight. Be alone. Don't try anything stupid. If you do... Dark City sees this vid. See ya, Flame Witch.]
It ended.
"....."
Frozen in her seat, flames erupted in her eyes.
"You dare... threaten me?"
Uncontrollable rage engulfed her. Filmed during Siren's attack when she'd blacked out.
"No way?"
When she woke, a man's coat covered her—thought it was a hero's gesture. Wrong. The rapist's filthy parting gift.
"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!!!!!!"
Rage exploding, she screamed. Her assistant burst in, startled.
"Miss! What hap—"
"Out! Get out!"
Fwoom!
"Kyaaak! S-sorry, miss!"
A fireball flew; the assistant fled in terror.
"Aaaah! Aaaaaah!"
The mansion ignited, but she just screamed her fury.
Grit!
"Coming tonight? Fine. Come. I'll burn you to ash."
Killing intent filled her eyes.
*****
Creeeak!
Night fell. Someone entered the darkened mansion.
A burglar? Wrong house. This was S-grade hero Flame Witch's lair—a powerhouse who could incinerate intruders tracelessly.
"Looks like you followed orders."
The man muttered, scanning the grounds. He could still flee and live. But grinning wickedly, he pressed on—oblivious or suicidal.
From above, her voice dripped venom.
"You? The bastard who sent that shit?"
Custom dictated greeting guests—even uninvited ones.
"Yeah, me. Alone like I said? Good girl, Flame Witch."
He knew whose house it was. And came anyway. Suicidal?
"Had to. So I can torch you uninterrupted."
"Ooh, scary. See my legs shaking?"
"You fucking—"
His mockery ignited her already boiling temper.
Fwoosh!
"Huh?"
"Dare threaten me? Die regretting in agony."
"Wha—wait...!"
Caught off-guard, he panicked. No hesitation—she hurled a fireball.
"You crazy bitch!"
BOOM!
It struck, exploding. Flames devoured the insolent fool, lighting the mansion.
Ptoo.
She spat on the floor, eyed the blaze, then turned to sleep—late nights ruined skin.
"Damn, no wonder they call you Flame Witch. Hot stuff."
"What?!"
Heading to her room, she froze at the voice behind. Turning, he stood unscathed in the fire.
"Y-you...!"
She'd extinguished the mansion's lights, hiding his face. Now her fireball illuminated it.
Recognizing him, horror struck.
"Steel Armor...!"
"Yup, Steel Armor. Sigh~ S for Steel Armor, get it?"
From the flames, he waved leisurely. Strolling out unharmed.
"Tch."
"....."
Clothes smoldering, he patted them out casually. She gawked.
The real Steel Armor? Why? Why would he rape me and film it?
Her mind reeled. Why was he here? Was he truly the culprit? It didn't fit an S-grade villain.
At that level—even scum acted with gravitas. For better or worse, top dogs changed. Ignoring public eyes eroded dignity, risking a spineless image.
"Why are you here?"
She never imagined pure lust drove him.
"Why else?"
Brushing off embers, he ascended the stairs. Distance closing.
"To claim you, obviously."
"What?"
Grimacing, she backed into her room as he approached.
"You're mine now, Flame Witch."
"Every word's bullshit."
Thud!
Her door slammed shut.
"High-level power? Neat trick."
Before closing, he saw sparks on the knob—fire-sealed.
"Plenty of time... I'll ravish you for a week straight."
Flame Witch was notoriously free-spirited among S-grades, even with White Knight. Once vanished a week without word, panicking the Association. So Steel Armor allotted seven days to break her.
"Let's begin... Huh?"
Grabbing the knob, he glanced at his hand. Scorching hot, like magma.
Sensing the heat, he smirked viciously.
"As expected, Flame Witch. One hot bitch."
"Die!"
Roooar!
With her shout, flames devoured the door, engulfing Steel Armor in a massive inferno.