6 The Distress of a Rabbit.

[08:03]

[Near the Sumida River.]

Her alarm clock had already been ringing for two hours. She wasn't on duty today, but the habit she had developed over the years of getting up early for her morning jog wasn't going to go away so easily.

No matter what happened she would run in the morning even if it was -4°F outside.

—Fuck... I went a little too far for a warm-up.

She sat on a bench in front of the river and raised her head toward the rising sun, her white hair cascading down in front of her face after she removed the hairband she was wearing.

Despite her muscular, upright stature, her breathlessness and red irises fixed to the ground showed anxiety. The Hero Commission dreamed of having her on their team just for one mission... To deal with the destruction of an underground MMA network with authorized use of quirks. The remnant of the Underground Masquerade.

The problem for her wasn't accepting the mission but accepting the people who would be part of her team. Her animal instincts told her that these people weren't "clean" at all. Moreover, she had never seen them again after the commission sent them there.

That was one of the reasons she never joined a team, not the most important one, but she favored her instincts in this kind of situation. If the commission wanted Mirko to come, then, this mission needed a lot of strength and resilience to be successful. She sighed with a sly smile and continued running back to her apartment, passing all the passers-by and other joggers who couldn't even see who was "running" next to them. Luckily for her, it was just her normal speed; otherwise, she could get into trouble with the officials.

—Tch! As if one of their little puppets could do something against me!

For five years, she lived alone in her apartment in the middle of the city to act as quickly as possible if ever an accident or villains appeared in the area. Well, most of the time, she has to run and jump for 3 miles to find anything that needed her "attention", but that wasn't a problem for the rabbit hero.

The commission had not indicated how this would happen, but refusing a challenge would have been to betray herself, so she could only accept to remain true to her convictions.

The phone she always left at home rang for a moment. A message that once again told her the time and place of the meeting. An almost sadistic smile appeared on her face as she prepared to get into the shower.

She took off her sports bra, revealing perky and luscious bosoms; nevertheless, most of the time, she didn't wear any in her hero costume, too uncomfortable in the middle of a fight, she preferred to let her meatloaves wobble from left to right. She had the legendary 6-pack that many would love to have, and this only made her chocolate skin stand out even more. Her firm and round buttocks were the extensions of her merciless legs that could kill anyone by snu-snu.

Then was the turn of her panties, but she couldn't help but wince as she felt a liquid coming from her womanhood.

"Why do I have to be in heat now... Darn me..." she muttered as she entered the shower.

The water flowing over her body made her shiver even more while her breathing became agitated. Rumi, the rabbit hero, already knew the solution to her problem, a solution she wasn't happy with. But it was the only way. If she didn't, she wouldn't be functional for the whole day.

—These old farts wouldn't have proposed a fight; they would have no chance to win... Ah! Fuck~

The feminine scent of her own arousal reached her nose before her fingers come to her cunt as she let out an animalistic moan. The lusciously wet and ready slit between her legs joyed thanks to several delicious quivers, guided by her own touch. Her vulva was swelling as it filled with unspent desire, its flesh now itchy and sensitive.

"Ghh! Fucking hell..."

Rumi then slides her fingertip across the slowly-stiffening skin of her clitoral hood. Still, contrary to what she thought, everything was already in position, and she simply gave a cute shudder as her little puffy tail was slightly moving. Her second hand started to massage one of her breasts, tweaking and pinching at her nipple. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough for her hungry twat, and standing here prevented her from experiencing the full pleasure.

Already losing patience, Mirko arousal took control of her body as she eagerly put three fingers in her twat, trying not to fall to her knees. Thrusting back-and-forth, again and again, she started to become like a crazy beast. She closed her eyelids as if not to see what she was becoming in those moments and leaned against one of the shower's large windows, her buttocks squeezed against the transparent surface, revealing her sweetly trained curves.

Suddenly, she masturbated so hard that the dirty squelches of female bliss became easily audible from afar, while plaintive moaning could be heard through the bathroom door…

Fortunately for her, she lived alone.

Half an hour of wild masturbation where she couldn't stop sliding her fingers on her clitoris and directly into her pussy in the hope of being able to reach even a single orgasm, but sadly, and as she already knew, that wasn't possible to achieve that by her own. Her sexual tension would always remain the same; being strong, fast, and having a whole bunch of other rabbit abilities was great, but it also had its drawbacks... wait… is this really drawbacks?

The breathless heroine sighed as she squatted down to pick up the shampoo and began to wash her hair with the feeling of having been blue balled by herself once again.

Being a heroine with such a libido made her job much more complex than it would be if she didn't have these urges. Sometimes she had to pass the job on to other heroes to avoid putting herself and the citizens she had promised to protect in danger.

"As if it disturbs the rabbit heroine, Mirko! Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to forget her desire.

But you can't lie to yourself for a long time.

[08:59]

[09:23]

[10:47]

[Inside the underground of the Hero Commission headquarters.]

"So? I'm not interested in your jibber-jabber. I'm already pumped up and warmed up after all this. But even now, you still haven't told me who I'm fighting after more than two weeks of teasing. Now I want to know."

"Relax, Mirko... I'm tired of that smile and that constant impatience that you have. I've told you before not to make any noise around here." answered the President of the Commission by massaging her temples.

"As if I give a shit about your whining. You're not my mother, as far as I know, so save your breath," replied the rabbit, lifting her chin.

The President looked at her with a gloomy gaze, then continued walking towards a large door at the end of the corridor.

"Eh? If you think not giving me any information will help your little pet win, fine! Do your worst!"

The place where it was located was unknown to the majority of the population, and everything was strictly secured. Archives, investigations, and analyses were carried out there at crisis time or to put an end to some groupuscule terrorists, for example. The doors to the left and right of the corridor let out a disturbing aura that only the heroine's animal instinct could feel. As if the researchers, after so many hours of searching, were gradually going crazy in their small rooms.

The heroine's long ears flickered slightly after hearing noise on the other side of the big door. Metallic noises, shoes, stupid conversations...

—Ten... no, eleven people on the other side... They thought it was a show or something?

Before she could think more, the door opened, revealing a massive arena with at least 90 feet high ceilings. The round room was 160 feet wide and had large grandstands, like a circus but was much bigger.

How could that thing stand there? Moreover, the place, even if maintained, seemed relatively old.

"No need to panic, Mirko," began the chairwoman turning her head to a group of people sitting near the fighting circle. "Our HQ is based on a former illegal MMA arena, and that's where the finals and big matches were held. To prevent this from happening again, our predecessors rebuilt everything over it."

"And now you can reuse it any way you want; it must be cool not having to make an effort to get what you want," Rumi laughed with a broad, mocking smile. "To think that I'm going to be able to use all this stuff to torment your puppet! Thank you for the consideration."

"Don't be too cocky, Usagiyama."

"Don't call me by my name…" the heroine grumbled. "So, who's the one?"

The President moved to the group of individuals; there were two heroes she didn't know existed. However, Nighteye was one of those she recognized. Without even knowing him, this man's reputation served to make her understand that if he was present in this day, it was because he had something to do with the whole fucking situation.

Rumi didn't wait for the chairwoman to introduce her and just bumped her foot violently to the ground to signal her arrival and make the group turn around.

"So! Who needs to get his as kicked?!"

"Hello." started Nighteye as he pointed with his index finger a young man with blonde-greyish hair and yellow eyes. "It's him."

Felix looked her in the eyes, giving his right hand for her to shake, which she accepted with a grin as she was trying to put as much pressure she can on his hand.

He quickly analyzed his opponent; she wasn't armed with her metallic footwear; she was simply barefoot and in a sports outfit. In other words, she didn't plan to kill him, as he worried at first... after all, she could do it, and it wouldn't make any difference to anyone in the short term.

Since only Nighteye, Recovery Girl, and a tall skeletal blond man were there with some other people of the HPSC. Even with all these people in here, Felix couldn't stop thinking about the fact that if Mirko wanted to strike directly to his head, nobody could stop that, and he would simply die.

The ex-detainee sighed and stood up, all his combat gear ready, and his body warmed up. But once standing in front of her, he noticed something that made him smile.

"I'm that funny?" she asked by raising an eyebrow.

"You're just way smaller than I thought, it's almost cute."

"Almost cute, huh? Compliments aren't going to save ya from some broken ribs, ya know."

"I know, I know. Sooo… I'm looking forward to seeing if I can win against you. Ready?" Felix asked as he moved towards the center of the ring.

Rumi didn't answer and simply showed a broad smile that revealed her canines. Felix had already understood how this woman with such a unique charisma operated. And so, he had just planted the seeds of his plan a few moments ago, thanks to this.

[10:59]

Since then, everything was correct for Mirko. However, she felt a powerful hot flush as she joined her opponent.

—What da fuck…?

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