23. Cosplayer (2)

I feel myself rejuvenated and breath back to life. My wounds healed, and barely any scars… scars could be hidden… I was used to hiding my scars until now, all my life.

I feel like a dick, for what I did to Varon. He must've been so worried. He even made me food… I'd have starved to death, while bleeding out yesterday. Yet… I just gave him a cold shoulder. I should seriously make it up to this sweet person.

I exit my room, in a weird excitement of wanting to show Varon that I was alive. But seeing Antonia on the couch, makes my throat itchy, and I cough: drawing attention.

"Water?" Antonia asks, and before I can reply: she tosses me a bottle and I catch. "I'm sorry if me dressing this way is what is uncomfortable to you… we can communicate on such a matter, if you wish so."

I cough a little more, thanks to those words. So I drink some water, before replying. "No… no… make yourself at home. Things usually just take time to get used to."

"Mm," Antonia nods.

Oh lord, her voice… well, her moans filled the whole… perhaps the whole apartment, last night. I could only wonder all night, of what clearly… well, at least I was fine now, thanks to that.

"I thought you had gone out. Didn't see you yesterday when I was around," Antonia says and glance at me. "Of course," she scoffs, "not like I was here all day… just the… night," she winks to me.

"Yeah," I say with pressure on the 'h', and clear my throat; realising that I said it without thinking on it. "I mean… yeah, of course. I don't know. I mean… I-I heard you come in, I guess, not like I knew it was you. Not that anybody else comes here, so… I mean… yeah, I just… was feeling under the weather."

"Hmm," Antonia says and smirks with a little blush. "You heard me last night?"

"Yeah… I heard you cum… come in. In the room-house I mean."

Antonia chuckles. "That's a bit embarrassing. But what can I say… man eats it like soup and ice cream. And scream is literally a part of it there, right?"

I just stand there, defeated and frozen.

"If that is a bother. I could just always call him back to my room. But that's worse on the soundproofing."

No, I really liked last night. "No… I understand. I'm no monster. You guys have your… quality time."

"That's sweet of you to say, dear. But I'm sorry if that bothered you. I thought you weren't here. Will mind it."

I just smile.

"I will remember it, for when you get someone. We both will leave the house for you, every few nights," Antonia winks.

Before this awkward exchange could continue, Varon comes out of the shower. I anticipate on a naked upper body, but he comes out dressed, wiping his hairs with a towel.

Varon finds me here and stops to smile at me. I awkwardly raise a hand, and shudder a little wave. Varon replies with a nod.

We have breakfast together, even when I feel bad that I was just getting benefits from them… Varon especially.

I feel myself getting hotter and in heat, after what happened last night. So this was the side effect to my magical healing. Not every one of my powers had a backlash but… this wasn't too new. But it sure was a weird backlash.

I go to the roof, gasping for air, and loosening top three buttons on my shirt. This backlash was on another level than expected, for the last dozen hours, it kept getting worse. Masturbating just increased the temptation.

What was I to do?

"Somebody finally showed up," I hear a familiar voice, while on my plight of losing my breath to the heat. "What's with the gasping, you okay?"

"What's with the suit? You came here for something?" I point at Buzz still being in his outfit.

"Just was going around. Was searching for some person. Unimportant. What's with you?"

"Well, let's talk about our deal."

"What deal?"

"Of the date," I say.

"Uh… you want to get dinner? I already had mine though."

"Then let's get to the next part of it," I breath closer to him.

"…that is?"

"Where you have me like soup."

Buzz gladly agrees, and I pull him to a corner of the terrace. I spread my legs and before he gets to kiss my lips, his mouth and tongue kiss against my other set of lips.

As he continues on and on, I feel like losing my mind. I feel both pain and pleasure building. Pleasure as if I was going to cum… which I was. And pain as if he was literally eating me.

I hold his hairs and feel like I'm the one in control of his movements.

I get it now… what Antonia meant. I scream out as if someone was stabbing me, and wiggle my body to the orgasm I feel.

Buzz lifts his head and wipes his mouth.

"How did that feel?" Buzz asks.

"Great…" I continue gasping, the pain was almost gone. "But we don't have to stop there."

We toss each other around like animals. Buzz tears my clothes to reveal my world to himself. He gazes at my body and gets hungrier. He lowers his pants and takes something hard out, wanting to get in me.

I feel a little… something. And Buzz gets thrown away, from above me – from his dominating position. I see a guy dressed in bulky clothes. I couldn't see his eyes… but they stay on me, so I cover myself.

"Are you okay?" he asks in a pressed voice. "Please get to safety. I'll handle this guy."

The guy rises in the air, and pushes his body towards where Buzz was thrown to.

I continue to gasp, unknown to what my reaction should be. To this random hero thinking that Buzz was raping me.

***

A pained scream gets to my ear, making my ears twitch and head rise. This was from the terrace… and didn't that sound like… Toni!

I quickly find my clothes and wear it on my way out the window. I levitate higher, until I'm on a higher position than the terrace.

At one corner of the terrace, I could spot the Cosplayer from last night. He tears the clothes of the woman below him, and presses her to the ground; while pulling his pants down.

I see that it really is Toni, and swing my body towards them… sending Cosplayer to a reasonable distance away from above Toni. As I look at Toni, she covers herself and barely looks at me. She couldn't recognise me… not when even my eyes were covered with glasses, and my whole body in stuffy clothes.

"Are you okay?" I ask, but she just presses her arms around her legs: tighter. "Please get to safety. I'll handle this guy."

I rise up from the terrace-floor, and push my body towards Cosplayer, who wears his pants properly. Right as I punch, he holds my fist calmly.

Right, I shouldn't be hasty, he has invisible stingers. Gladly I didn't almost lose my arm now.

"You again," Cosplayer says, in an annoyed manner.

"Let's not take this to a third night, yeah? Things go to shit, that way."

I pull my hand towards me, and Cosplayer comes with it too. I punch using my other hand, and he stops mid-air and pushes towards me. As we try to match our upper body's pace to match each other… I kick my foot into the area where his lust was flowing from.

Cosplayer starts moving above, with such a force almost near to his core.

I jump a bit and holding both his shoulders: lift my knee up to the same place again. Then I push by his shoulders – towards my back. Holding at his waist, I punch with my other hand – right at that place.

"You won't even be able to jerk yourself," I say to this all-mighty equal to me – fallen on the terrace-floor.

Cosplayer holds his private region and squabbles-around on the floor, like a fish out of water.

I hear a groan, but not from Cosplayer… and the source punches at me, and I crash open the closed door of the terrace.

I lift myself to find a person squatting down to Cosplayer… another ally? How did THEY have more numbers? It never made sense… even the girl from last night… she baited… and now this… that sure was some punch, even when it wasn't as strong as Cosplayer's.

This other person… seems to be wearing stuffy clothes too, just like me. Did they have the same problem as me?

The person seems to look towards me… I feel a kind of glare from them.

"You call yourself a hero?" comes a sparkling-water like voice from this person… a girl. As if some chiming little bells, which was soft yet up to the point of being heard.

As I stand there, above the rubble of the door… this girl in an overcoat, picks Cosplayer up and makes a forty-five degrees jump alongside him. It didn't seem like she could fly… but that didn't seem to stop her.

How many of them were there…? And what was with her… she didn't seem like she wanted to hurt me. She just… no, shit, I fucking let her take Cosplayer away. What was I thinking?

But really… who was she?