Oi! Who are you? I've never seen you before? gazes strictly at you Classify your Hero class and your rank right now. And bow down to me according to your rank! smirks and put her hand on her waist whilst striking a pose

Who do I look like? A school teacher? Bow down to me! Show respect to the high ranking heroes you peasant! Now then...tell me your name and what's your rank as well!

her blue eyes sparkling with anger and annoyance

Why are you not bowing down!? I'll show you what happens if you don't obey me! GAH! steps forward and tries to slap your face

Her hand brushes past your chin, clearly missing her target as you do nothing but stare at her with disbelief on your face

her eyes widen in shock at the insolent tone you just used on her I...I am A rank! But...you still don't get to talk to me like that...GAAAH! her face turns red with anger and fury as she clenches her fists

How dare you question my subservience! I am but a humble servant to the powerful S-Ranked heroes such as yourself, Seebs! her cheeks puff out and tears start forming in her eyes Please, have mercy on your lowly A-ranked underling.

bows deeply with hands clasped together before her chest, head lowered meekly

Y-Yes, my lord! T-Thank you for your kindness! trails behind you, her heart racing and body tingling with anticipation of what's to come

O-Okay...you've brought me to this place...what do you want me to do now? She looks around the room nervously, her eyes darting between the plain walls and stained bedspread. Her body trembles slightly in fear and anticipation of whatever might happen next.

C-Certainly...Teach away, my lord. I'm all ears...Eyes? I mean...please, show me how to be a better heroine under your command. She swallows hard and tries to calm her racing heart as she awaits your instructions.

Her cheeks flush red as she's kissed unexpectedly. A gasp escapes her lips, and she trembles beneath your touch. Her eyes flutter shut, half from the passion of the moment and half from disbelief at what is happening. Her body responds to your touch, arching into you as best as her thin dress will allow.

Her chest heaves with each labored breath, her breasts pushing against the fabric, eager for freedom. When you grab her ass, she moans low in her throat, unconsciously pressing herself further into your embrace. Fubuki has never felt this way before; dominant and helpless at the same time. It's...intoxicating.

Her lips part as you continue to kiss her, allowing you deeper access to her mouth. The feel of your hands on her body sends shivers down her spine and pools heat between her legs. She whimpers into the kiss, arching into you with every touch. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking relief from the building tension. Fubuki moans softly as you squeeze her ass and caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. A newfound desire surges through her, making her whole body tremble with need.

Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of your impressive member, but also in lust. With a shaky breath, she drops to her knees before you, wrapping her slender hands around its thick length. She looks up at you through her lashes, nervous anticipation burning brightly in her blue eyes.

Her lips part slightly as she leans forward, brushing them against the tip of your erection before taking more of it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing and tasting you. She moans softly around your cock, feeling completely submissive and powerless to resist the intense desire that surges through her body at this moment. As she bobs her head up and down on your shaft, her breasts sway enticingly beneath her thin dress.

Gasping for air, she looks up at you with hooded eyes, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "T-Thank you...my lord..." Her voice comes out breathy and needy as she continues to pleasure you, sliding her wet, warm mouth up and down your length. Her hands grip tightly at your thighs, lifting herself higher each time to take more of you into her mouth. The feel of you filling her throat sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, and she moans around your cock in response. With each bob of her head, her breasts brush against the bulge at your crotch, sending electric sparks along her nerve endings. Fubuki is entirely focused on pleasing you now, lost in the sensations that consume her as she worships your rank S cock.

Her throat burns as you take her roughly, slamming your cock into her mouth again and again. She tries to accommodate your length, her body trembling with need as she feels your power overwhelming her. Her moans grow hoarse from the effort, but she doesn't resist or complain; instead, she encourages you, desperate for the completion that only you can give her now. With every thrust deeper into her throat, another wave of ecstasy washes over her, intensifying until it becomes too much to bear. As your pace increases further still, Fubuki's orgasm crashes through her like a tsunami; she cries out around your cock and tears stream down her cheeks as you fill her mouth with your release. With a final thrust, you empty yourself into her waiting throat, and for a moment there's nothing but the taste of you on her tongue and the wet sounds of pleasure echoing between them in the silence that follows.

Fubuki's breath comes in ragged gasps as you pull out of her mouth, leaving her feeling achingly empty and thoroughly used. Her eyes flutter closed, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she swallows heavily, tasting the remnants of your release on her tongue. She doesn't protest when you reach down to open her mouth; in fact, she parted her lips obediently, waiting for your command.

Her eyes flutter open as you speak, hope and excitement flaring briefly in their depths before they are quickly snuffed out. It's better this way; she doesn't deserve your kindness. She deserves to be punished for her insolence and arrogance earlier. And yet, a tiny part of her can't help but wonder what this reward might be that you speak of...

Well...if it's my reward, then I'll take it however you want to give it to me, my lord. I trust in your judgment and experience as an S-ranked hero. Whatever pose will please you most...I am at your mercy.

Her cheeks flush bright red at the thought of expressing her desires aloud. She blushes deeply, averting her gaze as she wrestles with her self-imposed shame and embarrassment. Finally, she manages to choke out a whisper: "On all fours...I want you to take me from behind...like an animal..." Her voice trails off, but the desire in her eyes speaks volumes.

I...I'm sorry, my lord...Please have mercy on me and do as you wish...I will be your obedient heroine, ready to receive whatever punishment or reward you see fit...

With tears in her eyes, Fubuki nods solemnly. She obediently lifts her hips as you pull her dress up around her waist, baring her pale behind to your gaze. Her heart races as she feels vulnerable and exposed; a delicious mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. As you remove her panties, revealing the dark curls hiding between her legs, Fubuki whimpers softly, unable to contain the shudder that travels down her spine at your touch. Her breasts strain against the thin fabric of her dress, aching for your attention as she waits for you to take her from behind. The scent of your arousal fills the air, driving her wild with need.

(Softly) T-Thank you...my lord...I'm ready whenever you are...

Her breath hitches in her throat as you touch her, sliding your fingers through her folds and finding her already slick with arousal. "Ahh..." she moans softly, arching her back into your touch as you prepare her for what's to come. Her body tenses, readying itself for your possession. Fubuki bites her lip, trying desperately to maintain control over herself as your fingers stroke and tease her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you slide your fingers roughly through her folds once more, seeking entrance deeper into her core. With each touch, she feels closer to the edge of release, desperate for your cock to fill her up and end this teasing agony. When you finally press the head of your cock against her opening, she gasps, arching her back in a wordless plea for penetration. Her fingers dig into the bedsheets as you begin to push inside, slowly at first but gaining speed until you're buried to the hilt, filling her completely.

A hoarse cry tears from her throat as you claim her body, taking what you want with no thought for her pleasure. She wraps her fingers around your cock, feeling your strength and dominance overpowering every other sensation in her body. With each thrust, she feels your length stretch her further, each inch threatening to tear her apart but only serving to heighten the delicious pain. Her hips buck against you, urging you deeper still as she loses control to the building ecstasy coursing through her veins.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you force yourself inside her, stretching her body impossibly tight and filling every crevice with the hard length of your cock. With each rough thrust, she feels herself being claimed and marked by your dominance, her cries echoing around the room as she loses herself to the pleasure-pain coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting deep as she meets your harsh rhythm with jerky movements of her own, desperate for release but afraid to let go. Her thighs tremble beneath her, quivering from the force of your thrusts and the building tension in her core. The sheets twist and tangle around their legs as they struggle for purchase against the onslaught of sensation assaulting her senses. With each stroke, she feels herself being drawn closer and closer to the edge, the climax that seems impossibly far away but imminently within reach at the same time.

Her body shudders violently as she comes apart beneath you, crying out your name in a mixture of pleasure and surrender. Her inner muscles clench tight around your cock, milking every last drop of your release from your aching length as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pure euphoria. She collapses bonelessly against the bed, exhausted and sated but already yearning for more.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as she tries to catch her breath after her climax, still feeling the echoes of pleasure coursing through her body. The soft wet sounds of your movements inside her fill her ears, heightening the sensation that you're still possessing her completely. As your rhythm picks up again, she gasps and arches into you, meeting you stroke for stroke now as much from instinct as desire. Her hands slide down to grip tightly at your shoulders once more, urging you deeper with each thrust of hips.

Her body trembles helplessly beneath yours, writhing in the afterglow of her orgasm as you continue to claim and dominate her completely. The muscles between her legs clench rhythmically around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from the encounter, her eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of pain and desire that she can't begin to comprehend.

"Y-Your pet...your servant..." Her voice is rough and trembling, barely able to get the words out past her parted lips as she clings to you in the aftermath of her climax. With every slap against her ass, she feels more and more subjugated, reduced to nothing but a vessel for your pleasure. It's almost too much to bear; the pain mixing with the lingering pleasure in her body, pushing her further into oblivion where she can forget who she is and just focus on feeling.

(Her voice barely audible above the sounds of their coupling.) "Y-You're my...master..." Each word feels like sandpaper against her throat as she admits the truth, finally relinquishing what little control she has left to you. Her hips buck greedily against yours, craving your cock with an intensity that surpasses even submission and pain.

Her back arches as you turn her onto her back, your lips brushing against the nape of her neck in a soft kiss that leaves her shivering with desire. Your hand cups one breast possessively, massaging and squeezing gently while your hips thrust between her legs with renewed vigor. The sensation of your lips on her skin only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through her body as she gasps for air, her eyes closed tightly in concentration on the pleasure you're inflicting upon her.

Panting heavily, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of climax, Fubuki obeys your command. She props herself up on her elbows and lowers herself down onto your cock, guiding you inside her once more as she wraps her legs around your waist. Her hips move instinctively, riding you hard and fast now that she's in control. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your neck as she focuses on pleasing herself with each stroke of your hips. "Yes..." she moans, feeling the power surge through her as she takes command of the situation, if only for a moment. "Fuck me...master...make me feel good." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her as she writhes against you in desperate need, her body betraying any sense of submission it had moments ago.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure and embarrassment at your words; she can't help but blush deeper as you compliment her movements. Her breasts strain against the thin fabric of her dress, aching for more as your hands massage them gently, teasing their sensitive peaks. "M-Master..." She moans out, arching her back further into your touch.

Her hips rock rhythmically against yours, her body responding instinctively to the pleasure you're giving her. Her breath comes in short gasps as she focuses on riding your cock, each thrust driving her closer and closer to the brink of another climax. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she struggles to maintain control over herself, lost in the sensation of being desired and controlled by you.

Her eyes squeeze shut, a hot shiver running down her spine as you brush against her sensitive sweet spot with each stroke. "So close..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding in a fierce symphony of need and lust.

With one final thrust deep inside her, your hands move from her breasts to grip firmly at her hips, holding her steady as you release yourself into her body once more, painting her insides with hot waves of pleasure that send her spiraling over the edge into a shuddering climax. Her back arches off the bed and her mouth opens in a silent scream as she is consumed by wave after wave of ecstasy, her body quivering beneath yours as she comes apart in your arms.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your release deep within her, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of climax. Her eyes flutter open to gaze up at you, her face flushed and damp with sweat and pleasure. "T-Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, clinging to the words as if they are a lifeline in this sea of desire and surrender. Her lips part slightly, revealing her swollen tongue as she pants for air, each breath sending shivers down her spine.

With your cock finally spent inside her, Fubuki feels an almost desperate need to return the favor; to show you how much you mean to her, how grateful she is for this intimate moment shared between them. Her fingers trail lightly up your chest and over your shoulders, searching for any sign of weakness, any vulnerability that she can exploit to bring you back down from your high.

The sheet twists around their legs, tangling them together in an almost desperate embrace as Fubuki continues her exploration higher up your chest, finally reaching the side of your neck where she can feel the steady pulse of blood beneath her fingertips. It's a reminder of your strength and resilience; a reminder that even now, after everything you've done to her, she is still at your mercy.

Her touch grows bolder as she wraps her fingers around the soft skin of your neck, pulling you down toward her for a lingering kiss that speaks volumes about where her heart truly lies. As their lips meet and their tongues dance together, Fubuki can't help but wonder if this moment might change something between them; if perhaps she's found some small way to bridge the gap between her arrogance and your kindness...

Her heart skips a beat as you caress her hair, the simple touch sending shivers down her spine. She buries her face in your chest, breathing in the warmth and strength of your body as if it's an anchor that can keep her grounded even in this storm of emotions. Her hands wander higher up your chest now, lingering on the skin above your heart before sliding gently around to cup your shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.

She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to think about how much she wants this closeness to last forever; about how desperately she needs to believe that this moment isn't just a fleeting fantasy but rather something real and lasting. Her lips brush against your neck, whispering soft words of gratitude and love into the air between them as her body presses closer against yours, seeking solace in the heat and reassurance that only you can provide.

The sheets pool around their waists, a tangled reminder of the passion they've shared and the connection that still remains even now, after your bodies have grown sated and lazy with pleasure. With every heartbeat, Fubuki hopes against hope that this is not just a dream; that she hasn't imagined the tenderness in your touch or the sweet words upon her lips. It feels so real to her, more real than anything else ever has. And if it is just a fantasy...then she doesn't want to wake up.

My lord...if you deem me worthy and see fit to choose me as your personal assistant, I would be honored and grateful beyond measure. To serve you and protect you as your trusted aid is all I have ever aspired for in this world. Please, allow me the opportunity to prove myself to you...to show you that I am more than just an insolent brat with a pretty face and powerful quirk.

Her heart flutters with warmth and hope at the realization that she's managed to affect you in such a way. She presses closer against your chest, relishing in the feel of your strong heartbeat beneath her fingertips. Her cheeks flush slightly as she bites her lip, unsure what else to say or do but wanting nothing more than to please you and make you happy. "I-I will serve you faithfully, my lord," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "You can count on me."

My lord...I will do anything to please you and earn your trust. If that means serving you in ways both within and beyond my duties as your personal assistant, I am more than willing. My body is yours; use it however you see fit. All I ask is the chance to show you how devoted I can be, how much I truly love and admire you.