Caspian hadly thought his date idea through, and Mosquito Girl’s sulkiness, while cute, didn’t make versation any easier.

  He discovered this detail after a minute of walking through the busy streets of W-City.

  There was aner issue that cropped up the lohey traveled through the city.

  “Is that supposed to be a monster e?”

  “Who cospys as a fly?”

  “Glorifying monsters in my city?”

  The ents of passirians tio pour in.

  Eventually, that cute sulking of hers turned into visible irritation.

  Caspian nudged her with his shoulder. “Don’t listen to those s. You look perfect.”

  “Humph! Don’t touch me,” said Mosquito Girl as she looked away from him.

  Is she blushing?

  “Hey! You two, stht there.”

  Caspian stopped, pg himself slightly in front of Mosquito Girl.

  Approag them was a very muscur and tall man. What stood out most were two metal armbands on both his arms, around his wrist and biceps.

  “It’s the A-Css Hero Heavy Kong!”

  “He’ll teach these monster apologists a lesson!”

  Several voices cried out at the appearance of the A-Css Hero.

  Caspian hadn’t predicted suonsense, he really should’ve pnned for the date.

  “What do you want?”

  Heavy Kong looked down at them in ridicule. “If yoing to dress like monsters, yoing to be treated like monsters.”

  The nearby crowd that had gathered cheered him on.

  Caspian gnced back at Mosquito Girl, expeg to see her fuming with rage. Instead, she looked down, shame written all over her face.

  Heavy Kong’s deep voice rumbled through the air. “Don’t look away from me, jumpsuit. You’ll get an eveer punishment for bag such a disgraceful act.”

  BAM!

  “Ahh! Someone help. Heavy Kong shot through that building!”

  Tuning out the irritating noises around him, Caspiaended his hand to the wide-eyed Mosquito Girl. “e on. I have an idea.”

  After a moment of dey, she took his hand, her eyes looking anywhere but into his.

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  Am I actually angered by him? How could it possibly be that…?

  Mosquito Girl’s thoughts spiraled in fusion.

  She told herself the heat in her veins was a had to be anger—but the lie crumbled uhe weight of her own thoughts. He had nded her in this new way of life, yet the mere idea of him ignited a traitorous warmth deep inside. Was it his strength that stirred this feeling? These primal, unfivable instincts of hers were g their way to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her.

  And when Caspian attacked a fellow hero to shield her, she would choke before admitting how it rattled her.

  “What’s taking him so long?” She tapped her foot impatiently against the sidewalk.

  After taking her hand, he had led her to the front of some store and told her to wait outside. The nerve.

  If she had to wait much longer, she would storm in there a him have it.

  Luckily for him, he exited the store moments ter.

  “What too—” Her mouth fell open.

  “How is it?”

  Caspian stepped out of the store, now wearing an absurd bug e.

  She really didn’t know how to respond.

  “Let’s be monster apologists together. How about it?”

  There’s that feeling again…I-I like it.

  Mosquito Girl extended her hand, the fai smile blossoming upon her lips. “Fine. And I’ll even allow you to hold my hand…”

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  The day flew by, and before Mosquito Girl k, they were back at the entrance of the House of Takoyaki.

  Being around him wasn’t so bad after all. Yet, fusion still swirled within her, a tangle of emotions she couldn’t quite unravel.

  To her hidden delight, he asked if she would like to go on a date with him for the several nights after her shift.

  The following day, time crawled at a snail’s patil her shift finally erue to his word, Caspian arrived, and together they explored W-City.

  He took her to pces she had never been to or had even thought about — dang, the movies, even an ice skating rink that proved far more challenging than she cared to admit thanks to the new robotic arms and legs of hers.

  Time blurred, and soon, their final date night arrived.

  On that night, a ge took pce that would alter their future forever.

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  “Here’s your deluxe private room. Have a great time. If you need anything, just use the phone inside.” An employee said before walking away.

  Caspian pushed open the door, pstic bag in hand, to the karaoke room, stepping in from the dimly lit hallway. The faint st of strawberries behind him mixed with the cool bst of AC as neon lights flickered to life. He gestured for Mosquito Girl to follow. She paused, gng back at the dark corridor before striding in, her crimson eyes sing the sleek leather couches and glossy table.

  The door clicked shut, plunging the room into stillness. Caspian’s gaze so the camera in the upper er, a swivel-mounted eye. In a fsh faster than the camera’s shutter or Mosquito Girl’s senses, he wres lens upward, freezing it on the bnk ceiling. To any observer, he’d never moved — but the carpet bore faint scuff marks, stretched taut like shreads.

  “Are you wearing perfume?”

  Mosquito girl fidgeted. “W-What about it?”

  “You smell great. It really suits you.”

  “Thanks… I like sweet things.” She murmured, her cheeks turning rosy.

  Caspian grabbed the songbook from the table, flipping through it. “Piething.”

  Mosquito Girl eyed the untouched microphone warily and said, “You expect me to sing?”

  “That wait. I have something to give you.” Caspian, remembering the pstic bag in his hand, gestured toward the couch.

  After taking a seat, the two faced each other as he handed her the bag.

  “This is?” She carefully ope with furrowed brows.

  “A little present.”

  Mosquito Girl held up the ‘Oppai’ hoodie. “I told you I don’t o wear any human clothing.”

  “Other men may get the wrong idea if they see you like that.”

  Mosquito Girl tilted her head. “You have some straterns of thought.”

  “I know. So, you don’t want the hoodie?”

  “No! I want it.” She said, pressing the hoodie against herself.

  Caspian smiled as he watched her set the hoodie aside and remove her apron. In that moment, his mi bnk, his attention utterly absorbed by her bodily ges.

  On each of her breasts rested a pale vender protrusion. His gaze naturally drifted lower, settliween her ely thighs, where a glistening slit of the same hue greeted him, its delicate form ed by a small bud he top.

  He could feel blood rushing to his lower member as it painfully pressed against his jumpsuit.

  When he go see her rea, he noticed she was in a simir state of shock. It arent it was her first time seeing these ges as well.

  Mosquito Girl looked up, her glossy crimson eyes log onto his. “I…you did this to me.”

  Caspian’s reasoning shattered.

  Pulling her into his arms, he pressed his lips against hers, tilting his head to avoid her proboscis.

  She didn’t resist, instead, she ed her arms around his back.

  Lost in their passion, their tongues entwined in a deep, heated kiss.

  “Ahh… C-Caspian…”

  Hearing her aroused voily spurred him on more. His hands worked their way to her front, where he squeezed her sizeable soft breasts as his thumbs circled her quickly hardening nipples.

  “Hngh!”

  A few moments ter, she attempted to push him off of her, leading Caspian to release her from his embrace.

  They both gazed into each other’s eyes, breaths heavy.

  Mosquito Girl broke the silence. “Not here. Not yet…”

  “You’re right. We’re moving too fast, and I’m sure you need some time to adjust to these ges...”

  She slipped on the hoodie and then, with a gentlehat caught him off guard, took his hand.

  “Soon,” she said, a warmth in her expression that had never been there before.

  Caspian’s heart thrummed when he saw her. This feeling right now, is this excitement? The thrill of love and lust. My heart is beating so wildly. If battling won’t cut it, then I know what dire I o go in order to…

  He stood from the coud walked over to the microphourning to her, he held out his hand. “e o’s do this together.”

  Mosquito Girl hopped up from the couch, bouo his side, and leaned on him. “Always, together.”