Frenzied Visions and the Facade of Normalcy
Squelch, squelch, squelch... ♡
The wet sounds fill the room.
Hnngh♡ Haaah... ♡
And from the video playing on loop, the moans of her future self echo through the space.
That thing's so huge... ♡
Her legs propped up on the desk, Nova frantically stimulates her pussy with her fingers.
She loses herself in the image of her future self on screen, masturbating over and over.
Squirt, spuuurt♡
Her juices spray all the way to the monitor as she climaxes spectacularly.
"Hah♡ Hah♡"
But Nova, unable to tear her eyes from the video, keeps going without pause.
Squelch, squelch, squelch♡
The room, already drenched in the scent of her feminine arousal and sweat, is thick with a pink haze of lust.
"Haa haa... ♡"
Masturbating while watching her own disheveled, broken form on screen—the heat shows no sign of cooling.
Is that really going to happen...?
Squelch, squelch!
Even if I just stay like this?
For a masochist like her, it's the ultimate scenario, and her excitement won't stop.
And the fact that it won't stay confined to the video—that it'll become reality.
"Hnnngh...... ♡"
...
...
The entire room steams with obscene, lewd vapor.
Halfway through, her throat parched, she'd grabbed a water bottle and kept at it.
The air reeks of sweat and pussy juices.
"Haa... ♡"
Nearly half a day of nonstop masturbation has left her computer desk utterly soaked in her fluids.
J-just a little... more♡
But the true masochist, fully aroused, reaches for a fresh water bottle to start again.
Phone ringing!
"Ah..."
Finally regaining a sliver of reason,
she glances at her smartphone.
"Ah, why...?"
"No reply after that video, so I figured you'd already dealt with it."
"Ah, well..."
Nova racks her brain.
Then decides to buy some time.
"C-can we talk about it in person later?"
"Fine by me. Something serious?"
"N-no, nothing like that... I'll tell you later."
The call ends.
"Phew..."
Now fully back to her senses, Nova surveys the room.
Ughhh...
Only now does the insanity of what she's done sink in.
Half a day lost to video-fueled masturbation frenzy, nothing else.
"Ugh..."
Shame floods her as she grabs a towel to wipe up the pussy-scented mess.
She cleans the traces of her wild session as best she can.
Think, think.
The more she ponders, the more questions arise.
What even is that crisis?
She has no clue what the cutting-edge system deems a "danger."
And no matter how she turns it over, something's off.
Her childhood friend—that guy—doesn't seem like the type to do something like that.
But the face is unmistakably him.
"Maybe I should meet up with him...?"
****
"Nova, calling me out after all this time?"
"Eh, yeah, something like that."
She'd meant to look at him normally, but the video image flashes in her mind, making her flinch.
This is weird.
He's not that kind of guy.
Him, doing that?
Suddenly seeing the real him—so different from the video—draws a hollow laugh.
It's not just "unfitting." She knows his personality all too well.
The height matches the man in the video perfectly. But everything else is off.
She stares...
The Kylun before her wears glasses. He's slimmer than the brute on screen, though not small by any means.
A slight smile, more straight-laced student than anything.
His looks aren't bad, of course.
But worlds apart from that violent conqueror in the video.
"What're you thinking so hard about?"
"Nothin', just looking."
"Staring won't make anything pop out."
But childhood friends don't drift apart over one weird video.
Even now, as an S-rank hero at society's pinnacle while he's just an ordinary citizen, she keeps the bond—for that reason.
"So, whatcha been up to lately, punk?"
"Part-time gigs, prepping for job hunts."
Her emotions tangle into a knot.
What if he's not a threat to her, but to society at large?
"..."
"What? Weird that I'm job hunting?"
"Nah, you'd never."
"Huh...?"
Nova is absolutely sure her childhood friend wouldn't do such a thing.
"No no, take this at least."
"What? Why'd you call me here?"
"Can't a friend summon a friend without a reason?"
Even she thinks it's odd, but with nothing to say, she brushes it off.
"This ain't calling a servant... Anyway, since you're here, let's game a few rounds before you go."
"Sure, been ages—wanna see my skills?"
One reason Nova and Kylun get along is her tomboyish guy-like vibe.
A tomboy beauty with muscles adding to her voluptuous curves.
Her actions are so dude-like, it makes friendship easy.
Without that personality, it might've been impossible.
"I'll boot up the PC then."
"Yeah."
Wait, hold up!?
Oh right—the USB's still plugged in.
"Nah, forget it! Off, off!"
"What the hell suddenly?"
"Canceled! No way anyway!"
In the end, she chases him out after calling him herself.
"S-rank hero now, huh? Bullying civilians. Gonna end up on the news."
"Yeah, wait for it—I'll beat your ass and make headlines."
"No, seriously, what's the real reason you—"
Thud.
She shoves the grumbling Kylun out.
"......"
At the closed door, the childhood friend stares at it motionlessly.
......
Light glints off his glasses, briefly hiding his eyes.
"Sigh. Can't act like this..."
The man, worn out by his childhood friend, heads home.
****
"I'm back..."
Black-suited men everywhere bow in unison.
"Ugh, that greeting... I told you to cut it out..."
"The boss wants you. Hurry."
Why do these shady-looking guys grovel to him?
The reason's obvious...
"Dad, I'm here."
"Yeah, come in."
-Haa♡
-Hnng♡
He's the boss of a major crime syndicate.
And Father's side always has women.
Age hasn't dulled his stamina—he still knocks out a few effortlessly.
"Young master♡ You're here...?"
The moaning woman greets him upon seeing him.
Sigh...
That's the family for you.
"Job hunting again? Ditch that lame crap and prep to take over this world."
"Nah~. I'm not a bad guy like that."
"You, not bad?"
Heh heh heh.
Dad denies his own son being "not bad."
"You're the spitting image of me. Deny it too hard, and you'll get burned."
"Even if backlash hits, d'you think I'll run a crime org like you~?"
I poke a little harder.
"Watch yourself, Dad. My childhood friend's an S-rank hero. Might report ya for the bounty."
"Selling out your old man?"
"True, the reward's peanuts compared to my allowance."
A father-son bond that's loving or hostile—who knows.
"Hey, young master, how 'bout these?"
"Latest glasses. Some smart tech thing."
"If the buyer doesn't know, what's the point..."
A bit ridiculous.
"C'mon, try 'em on."
"Don't touch."
Even waving them off in disgust, his overly loyal crew won't quit.
It's getting annoying.
"C'mon, just try—"
They pry off his glasses, shoving the new ones on.
"I said don't touch my glasses!"
In a flash of irritation, he slams a fist into the guy's gut.
Guhk...
Sometimes they only learn the hard way.
"Not getting it?"
"If I say no, shut up and stay put..."
The subordinate crumples to the floor, finally visible in his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, composes himself.
"Ah, sorry..."
Pulling the "nice guy" act again, he helps him up.
Too late, though...
Damn temper.
This hot streak, inherited from Dad, is hard to control.
"That's why I said don't rile me up."
"N-no, sir. My apologies, young master."
-See that? The temper flares. And he thinks he can live normally.
Seizing the chance, Dad points out the explosive nature he enabled.
"Just watch. I'll land a legit job, report you on retirement, and squeeze every bounty cent."
-Yeah, good luck. Look, he even says he'll wait for Dad to retire before reporting.
......
He'd said it, but...
"Sidekick, hero apprentice?"
-Yeah, what d'ya think? Looks good for you, so I'm hooking you up.
A proposal from his childhood friend, the S-rank hero.
Never imagined the hero world would come knocking so suddenly.