The scene shifted to the training room.
Dim red lights filled the space. Long shadows stretched across the walls lined with restraints, chains, and shelves full of tools.
Mirko was still limp. But now she was locked in the setup I had prepared while she was unconscious.
I had copied her abilities.
[ ABILITY COPY ACTIVATED: RABBIT QUIRK COPIED FOR 24 HOURS. ]
The power rushed into me like a sudden burst of energy. My legs tingled with extra strength. My senses sharpened. Every muscle felt ready to move fast. I felt powerful. Like I could run forever.
I also turned off her quirk right away. No more surprises from her today.
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Mirko stood bent forward at the waist. The position forced her into a vulnerable, forward-leaning posture.
Her dark, sun-kissed skin glistened under the red lights. Her long, straight white hair hung down like silk, brushing the floor.
The famous white leotard was gone. It had been completely stripped away. She was fully naked now. Every toned curve was exposed. Her firm, generous chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her powerful thighs were tensed but helpless. The perfect, athletic shape of her body was on full display.
Black leather cuffs held her hands behind her back. Wrists crossed and tied tightly together. A strong chain ran from those cuffs upward to a ceiling hook. It pulled her arms high behind her. This kept her upper body upright. It prevented her from straightening or lowering her arms.
Her legs were spread wide by a metal bar locked at her ankles. It forced her thighs apart. It kept her knees slightly bent on the padded floor. She could not close them or shift her stance.
A thick collar sat around her neck. It connected to a heavy chain bolted directly to the ground in front of her. This pulled her head and upper body downward. It locked her in a strained, forward-leaning position. She could not lift her head more than a few inches or stand straight.
The setup was tight and unyielding. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not change her position or escape.
Soon Mirko started to stir. Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked once. Then she froze.
Her red eyes went wide with shock. She tugged hard at the restraints. Her body strained. Muscles flexed. But nothing budged. "What the... fuck is this?!" she growled. Her voice was rough and confused.
She tried to kick. She tried to leap. Nothing happened. "My quirk... it's gone? The hell did you do to me, creep?!" Panic flashed in her eyes.
Fury followed right after. Her powerful, naked body shook. Not from fear. But from pure frustration at being so weak and completely exposed in this humiliating position.
"Looks like someone's finally awake," I said. I stepped closer with a small smirk.
She glared up at me. She strained against the collar. "You bastard! Let me go or I'll…"
Her words stopped suddenly.
I grabbed the last device. It was a dick-shaped ring gag. The gag was thick and shaped like a realistic penis. It was hollow all the way through. This meant there was a wide open tube from one end to the other. She could breathe easily through it.
The front end was big and rounded. The back end was a little narrower for a secure fit. Leather straps were attached to hold it in place.
I held her chin firmly. I tilted her head up. She glared at me with angry eyes. She tried to twist away. I pressed the thick, rounded head against her lips. She clenched her teeth. I pushed steadily.
The flared tip forced her mouth open. Her jaw stretched wide. Her lips slid over the shaft as I guided it deeper.
It went in slowly. Inch by inch, the silicone filled her mouth. The head touched the back of her throat. She gagged once. Her eyes watered. Her throat moved around it. I stopped before it went too far. The tube stayed open for air.
Her tongue was pressed flat under the bottom. It was pinned down completely. The full length rested heavy on her tongue. It stretched her cheeks. Her mouth was forced into a wide, perfect O shape.
I pulled the leather straps around her head. The buckles clicked tight behind her ears and under her chin. Everything locked in place. The gag was secure. She could not close her mouth. She could not push it out. She could not speak clearly.
Only muffled, frustrated grunts came out around the thick shaft.
Drool started right away. It formed at the corners of her stretched lips. It trickled down her chin. Her angry sounds turned into wet, choked noises. Her nostrils flared as she breathed hard through the open tube.
"There," I said calmly. "Now you won't talk too much."
She thrashed hard. Her body jerked and pulled against the cuffs, chains, and collar. Nothing moved. The restraints stayed perfectly in place.
Earlier, while I was tying her up, I had wondered if she could break free if her quirk was active. The system had answered right away.
[ NO NEED TO WORRY, HOST. THIS DEVICES ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO BREAK. ALL RESTRAINTS ARE REINFORCED WITH SYSTEM-GRADE MATERIALS. ]
I smiled down at the naked, helpless Mirko. Her red eyes burned with anger. Her muscles flexed uselessly. Drool dripped from the corners of her forced-open mouth.
"Now let's begin some sweet revenge," I said. Then I corrected myself with a small laugh. "No, I mean let's start your training."
My voice was low and satisfied. The words hung in the air like a promise.
The real fun was about to start.
…
Mirko's mind raced in the silence after the gag locked in place.
This can't be real. This bastard... he actually did this.
Her powerful body trembled against the unyielding restraints. Every muscle screamed to move. To kick. To leap. To tear everything apart. But the chains held. The collar pulled her head down. The spreader bar kept her legs apart. The cuffs bit into her wrists high behind her. Naked. Exposed. Helpless.
My quirk... why can't I feel it?
Panic clawed at the edges of her thoughts. But rage burned hotter. She had always been the strongest. The fastest. The one who charged headfirst into danger with a grin.
Now she was reduced to this.
She remembered the rooftop. The naked idiot popping up out of nowhere. The pathetic excuses.
Now he stood there smirking. Watching her.
You want revenge? Fine. Bring it.
Inside, her spirit refused to crack. She glared up at him through watering eyes. Nostrils flaring around the open tube of the gag. Her body shook with fury, not surrender.
I'll break these chains. I'll break you. Just wait…