Be a good girl and do what I ask, ok?

For the past few days, I have been incessantly bombarded with messages from Fubuki. She has taken it upon herself to reach out to me via phone calls every single night without fail. Despite her anger towards me, she made sure to keep me updated on the investigation being conducted by the Heroes Association regarding my situation.

Despite the persistent nature of their actions, the Heroes Association has yet to issue an arrest warrant for me. It is highly probable that the perpetrator behind this act is none other than Puri Puri Prisoner. However, there exists an alternative scenario where they might have heeded my counsel and patiently awaited the awakening of Spring Mustachio and Golden Ball.

"Hey, Kaiser, do I have to go around town again today? Honestly, I'm bored."

With the recent transformation of Mosquito Girl's body, she now possesses the ability to convey a wider range of expressions. Her skin possesses an intriguing complexity, albeit slightly unnatural in its pale hue. Yet, rather than detracting from her allure, this peculiarity only serves to enhance her charm in my eyes.

"Don't keep complaining. You have always advocated for the freedom to explore the outside world, and I have granted you that request. However, on condition that you refrain from sucking human blood."

I continued to don my jacket without interruption despite the unexpected embrace from Mosquito Girl. Her arms encircled my neck as she endeavored to turn my gaze towards her.

Due to the unexpected circumstances we find ourselves in, I have found myself increasingly in the company of her. While the majority of my time is dedicated to conducting research within the confines of my clandestine laboratory, I must confess that when darkness descends, I find myself irresistibly enticed by the presence of Mosquito Girl, who persistently tempts me until I succumb to her desires and engage in intimate relations. The same activity persists, revolving in a ritualistic manner.

After enduring a caveman lifestyle for several days, I resolved to return to my humble home. My intention was to meet my beloved mother and engage in a heartfelt conversation regarding my aspirations for personal growth. Up until now, my reliance has primarily been on my father and the remarkable battle suit he crafted.

Once I had donned my jacket, my gaze fell upon Mosquito Girl. I sensed a surge of affection emanating from her as she bestowed upon me the most endearing smile, the very one she often employed to playfully taunt me.

"Sorry, but not right now. Be a good girl and do what I ask, ok?" As I gently caressed her silky white hair, I leaned in, touching my forehead to hers, seeking solace in the warmth we shared.

"I know, darling, b-but... I don't want to leave you for long... truth be told, helping humans is dreadfully dull. Were it not for you, I would have no desire to engage in such endeavors."

"It's good if you think like that, but I'm curious, what reaction did they give?" As our faces drew near, my hands would instinctively graze her cheeks, causing a noticeable blush to grace her complexion.

Her pristine visage, as pure as freshly fallen snow, remained untouched by blemish. Yet, her lips, a vibrant shade of crimson, retained their plumpness and allure. In a daring act, I inserted my middle finger, and to my surprise, she gazed at me with a playful glint in her eyes before sensually licking it. Before long, her voice resurfaced, expressing her exasperation with the human race.

"As I frequented their city, I couldn't help but notice the multitude of absurd remarks that would escape their lips. Strangely enough, with each subsequent visit, it seemed that my presence became increasingly familiar to the residents. They seemed to perceive me as some sort of seasoned hero, donning a disguise. The frustration that welled up within me at their misconception was almost unbearable. The desire to silence them, to extinguish their misguided assumptions, grew stronger with every passing moment..."

As Mosquito Girl delves further into her narrative, she encounters a challenge in expressing herself, for my middle finger has found its way into her mouth. This cozy sensation prompts me to playfully toy with her tongue while my other two fingers explore the confines of her mouth.

Finally, as my two fingers were extracted, Mosquito Girl found herself unable to do anything but open her mouth wide and desperately gasp for air. As her body temperature increased, I sensed her growing arousal from the subtle teasing.

"You have shed your identity as Mosquito Girl from the House of Evolution and now stand before me as a stunning and dutiful creation. Your sole existence revolves around serving me, doesn't it?"

"Um, I can no longer suppress my emotions. Kaiser, I like you... I desire to be by your side and hope you will allow my affection to find a place within your heart. I am willing to go to great lengths to demonstrate my devotion to you."

I pressed my lips against Mosquito Girl's, feeling her rapid breaths against my mouth. With each passionate kiss, her body responded eagerly, instinctively seeking the warmth of my embrace. As I begin to plant tender kisses on her lips, a sense of tranquility washes over her. She clings to me as if aware that this delightful moment is fleeting.

-***-

Despite the significant changes in my familial relationships, particularly with my mother, my dwelling remains unaltered. I continue to traverse the familiar path until I stumble upon a futuristic white residence perched atop a hill amidst the untamed wilderness.

Perhaps it may seem peculiar, but as of late, I find myself contemplating the nature of my relationship with my parents. It feels akin to an unrequited love, where they shower me with affection as their beloved child, while I, on the other hand, perceive them merely as individuals whom I can exploit for personal gain.

Lately, I've noticed a change in my life. I've finally been able to connect with my attractive mother, whom I've desired for quite some time. The story began when I paid my regular visit to her laboratory.

I spent my days engrossed in play with Valkyrie, whom I regarded as my dear little sister. Out of the blue, she posed a question regarding the intricate dynamics between the sexes. She was intrigued by the intricacies of each individual body part, and to our astonishment, she expressed a curiosity about the origins of human existence.

Neither my mother nor I anticipated Valkyrie, the girl born from my mother's experiments using my cells, to pose such an unexpected question. We assumed her mind would be as innocent and untainted as that of a newborn baby.

"Oh, Kaiser, you've returned home at last, and your first instinct was to pay a visit to your mother in her laboratory, huh?"

"If I were to neglect this task, your level of anger would probably escalate, right? But that doesn't matter because I really have something I want to talk to you about."

My mother's uncharacteristic shyness was palpable as I gazed at the monitor screen. I couldn't help but notice her unease, particularly when it came to her lower body.

"I miss that girl too, so let me in."

Now, let's return to the events that transpired during that period...

After my mother and I had finished explaining the intricacies of human anatomy to Valkyrie, a peculiar notion struck me out of the blue - why not put our knowledge into immediate action? To my astonishment, my mother also gave her consent. Consequently, we proceeded by undressing ourselves, preparing to explore each other's intimate regions as we had intended.

As I reflect upon the past, my heart cannot help but quiver in the presence of the innocent maiden. It was a time when my mother and I found solace and contentment. The sensation of strolling alongside a boundary we dared not breach imbued the air with an exhilarating energy.