The girl takes a strand of hair in her hand, swirling it sensually. Somehow.
"Then grope me...I need it, sir."
Not gonna lie.
I actually might shed a fucking tear.
I shoulder my bewilderment, and do my best to remain as cool as I can.
I sweep my hand through my hair, rolling my eyes nonchalantly. "I guess...𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻..."
--
Walking across the coast, there's little to no substance to anything Shinimaru sees. The only thing remotely eye-catching, was this strange lump of Kurul partially submerged in the tide. There was some metal infused into it as well- probably a fallen Walker, a ground Automata, most likely defeated during the raid by a Garrison warrior.
Sighing, he resolves it's best not to lose hope yet, though. They have an entire week after all, and it's still just the morning.
Deciding he's seen most all of what the coast has to offer, Shinimaru walks back up the boardwalk, and onto the street again. He'd have a better chance of getting leads up there.
Okoramo can take a break and just relax by himself for a bit, right?
--
When I say that I'm on the verge of cumming right now-
Shakily, I extend my hands, slowly readying them for Nirvana. The girl's face begins to flush a bright red, mouth open wide, tongue stuck out as she pants, longing for a groping.
Now it's but a few inches separating me from a true spiritual awakening-
A sharp metallic clang snaps me out of my trance. I falter, recoiling to refocus my attention. The girl also reacts...sexily.
Anyway.
There is something rising from the water.
A beast.
Waves begin to ripple at the surface of the tide, what had once been a hunk of metal now gaining a comprehensible form. The Kurulian lining that had but moments ago exuded a dull glow now flashed erratically, a mechanical hum ringing from its core.
I take a step back. "What the fuck...?" I catch myself as I'm nearly knocked to the ground. Slews of people begin to flood away from the beach, pushing and shoving to escape.
for obvious reasons.
The first of its metallic paws crunches against the sand.
Then another.
Soon, it's already dragged its way onto the coastline, full form now on display. It's largely feline in design, reminiscent of a tiger. Its metallic exoskeleton, though once probably shining with luster, is a deep corroded black, the only color it yields coming from its pulsating Kurulian mechanisms.
Its gaze is locked RIGHT on me.
Well shit.
If I run away, I'll probably never meet this chick again. But if I stay...
I'LL PROVE MYSELF A WARRIOR WORTHY OF SWOONING OVER!
With a great stride, I arrive before the beast, lightning streaking in my wake, fist cocked and aimed to kill.
I never thought fighting an autonomous tiger would be so sexually thrilling.
With a metallic crunch, shards of the creature's exoskeleton go flying in all directions as the strike connects.
But it stays resolute.
Well.
Resolute is a bit too glorifying.
It just doesn't move. It IS a robot, so I'm not sure what I was expecting.
Leaping away, the beast digs its claws into the beach sand, and begins prowling around me in a circle, keeping low to the ground, snarling.
Despite its mechanical properties, the way it moves is eerily organic- real.
That won't matter soon, though.
Squinting, I angle my outstretched hand toward the machine.
"Die so I can grope a woman."
There's a flash- before a devastating explosion. The sheer force rips through the coast, whipping up a storm of sand and water, trees ripping up from their base. When the smoke clears, all that's left of the beast is a smoldering heap.
I stand there, heaving...as a smile slowly begins to creep up my face.
I'm gonna grope some tits.
My head whips back toward the boardwalk, and sure enough, standing sexually...somehow, at the head of the crowd, is the girl.
I don't even know her fucking name.
I REALLY don't care though.
She extends her arms, beckoning me to accept her embrace.
And why the FUCK wouldn't I.
Sprinting up the coast, I leap into her arms, burying my face into her chest-
I came.
Fuck.
This does NOT in fact mean that I stop, though. Pulling myself away from her chest that is now entirely drenched in saliva, I tear off her top, casting it aside. For a moment, my gaze shifts up to her face- maybe I was going too far. But no. Her expression was contorted in pleasure, flushed red, sweat dripping down her brow. Resolved, I extend my arms, hands twitching in anticipation for the divine pillows they would soon grope-
"Uhm, sir..." She stammers.
God fucking damn it. Tearing my eyes away from her chest, I look back up to her face, my expression entirely dead. "The fuck do you want?" She shifts uncomfortably, pulling away ever so slightly. "Well, don't you think we're quite exposed out in public like this?" I jump backward, plunging back into reality from my trance-like state, going pale.
Holy shit. I HAD just groped a girl in front of at least 50 other people. Countless eyes bore into me, some in disgust, others in an animalistic intrigue. I try to play this off, though. Sliding my hands into my pockets, I sigh deeply. "Sure, bitch. Ain't mean shit to me." I kick her cast aside kimono back to her, though it was now speckled with sand. "Cover up, whore."
Readily, she picks up the discarded garment, covering her exposed breasts. Fixing her gaze back on me, the girl hangs her head low. "W-we could take this back to my place...?"
More cum.
"Whatever."
---
Unruly violence was uncommon in Kitsuji. The iron grip that Douga's forces had over the city was enough to scare any thought of wrongdoing right from one's head. Physical force was rarely necessary, so the sight of a Commodore immediately drew Shinimaru's interest. Commodores were a rank below Dukes, but several leagues below in terms of power. Enforcers of sorts, but they were still few and far between.
Shin was about three blocks out from the coast he had left Okoramo at, so he would be going into this on his lonesome. The Commodore he had the pleasure of running into was a woman. Staggering in height, at least seven feet tall, though entirely humanoid. She wore the uniform dull green getup of the Commodores, and tall, black platformed boots upon her feet, which clacked with each step she took.
Shin's view of her, though, was almost completely obstructed. She stood, speaking to someone, concealed in a back alley. To entirely reveal himself would be foolish, so he peeked in every so slightly from beyond the alley, pressed up against a brick wall. About fifteen feet away, her words were little more than a jumbled mess to Shin. Hiding would get him nowhere, so, in finality, he adjusts his collar, and strolls into the alley.
Almost instantly, the woman's head snaps to face Shinimaru. A vampire. She had to be a vampire. Her face was slathered with blood, pupils dilated animalistically, her long blonde hair frayed every which way. Her expression was one of glee, radiating an air of excitement... her long, bloodied canines highlighting her wicked smile. Her grin only widened as she caught wind of Shinimaru's approach. "Now now... what do we have here?"
Her voice was like honey, intoxicating and smooth. Shinimaru remained stalwart, though, leaning up against a wall, facing her eye to eye. "Might I ask just who it is you've been speaking to?"
Her boots clacked as she took a step forward, gaze sharpening on Shin. "A citizen like you shouldn't worry himself with such affairs. Run along now, this is none of your concern."
Shin cocks his head to the side. "Oh, but it IS." Rightening himself, he stands up straight, approaching the woman head-on until he could smell the stench of death from her maw.
A fast attack. One that surely would've taken the life of any common man before he could even comprehend his assailant had moved. The Commodore extended her neck like a snapping turtle, jaw unhinged and gaping, before biting down. It had all gone down in a fraction of a second. Something wasn't right, though. She stood in confusion for a moment. There was nothing in her mouth.
"Cheap," Shinimaru murmurs. In utter shock, the Commodore turns toward his voice. He was behind her. She draws back, a bead of sweat dripping from her brow. Shinimaru's palm ignited with hissing green flame as he spoke this time, drawling with solemnity, "I suppose I'll have to wring this out of you then."
He was upon her in an instant, vile emerald smoke curling from Shinimaru's extended arm as it shot out in an attempt to take the woman in a chokehold. Narrowly avoiding the attack, the Commodore leapt backward, Shin's closing grasp brushing her neck ever so slightly- and a patch of gruesome blisters springing up from the point of contact. Discontented, she gropes at the wound, before dropping her gaze at the again advancing Shinimaru. His leg alight with toxic fire, he met the woman with an arcing kick, who again, escaped the hit by the skin of her teeth, ducking to the ground. Without much of a though, Shin brought his suspended heel crashing to the ground, intending to smash the Commodore's head beneath his foot. Hurriedly, she spun out of the way, rolling to avoid Shin's crushing attack. With haste, she rose to her feet again, as Shin bolted forward, foot still licking with green flame, wasting no time.
A horrible, sickening crunching noise sounded in the air. A noise so grotesque and abrupt that Shinimaru screeched to a halt. Before him, the Commodore stood... mouth foaming and eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was hunched forward, twitching and jerking as the crunching continued. Shin continued to observe in stupor, slowly approaching. Was this some condition she had, or...? Suddenly, the noises stopped, and the Commodore's movements came to a halt. Finally reaching the now unmoving woman, Shin extended an arm- and his face was sprayed with blood. Twin, black leathery wings shot out from her back, curling, before flourishing in all of their twisted splendor. Shin vaulted back in surprise, wiping the viscous blood from his eyes. Under a shower of her own crimson sanguinity, the Commodore's face began to readjust itself, bloodred eyes rolling back to stare at Shin, and the thick white foam that once dripped from her jaws expelled by the licking of her long, snakish tongue. "Well," she said, voice dripping with honey, "How kind of you to leave me be while I leveled the playing field." With a powerful flap of her wings, the vampiric woman lifted off into the air, only coming to a stop as she landed atop a building that towered far above her opponent. Shin gazed up with a mix of bewilderment and burning frustration, though his contorted expression only seemed to magnify the Commodore's amusement
"I don't believe I ever introduced myself." She said with whimsy. "I am Aileen, Commodore and loyal servant of Lord Douga The Red."