Awkward Situations

"EEEK~!! ❤️"

A loud moan burst out of Prismatica's lips as she arched her back while steam literally puffed out of her small, delicate mouth with every shaky exhale. Her whole body trembled as she squeezed her supple thighs together and pressed her hands down on the cold metal of the recruitment van behind her.

Her cheeks were glowing so red, it was like she'd swallowed a firework.

"I-, I can't take anymore…!"

She gasped, fluttering her eyes open into a vulnerable little side glance beneath her rainbow visor.

"P-, Please… no more…"

She could feel his cold fingers brushing against her special place, and every light touch made her body shiver and squirm from the overwhelming sensation.

It was the first time anyone else had ever touched her there—only her own hand had before.

The whole thing felt so wrong… yet her body couldn't help but react.

『I… I hate being so sensitive! ❤️』

She bit her lower lip.

Crouched in front of her ass cheeks, Oliver just continued his work with a calm face.

"For a vigilante…"

He smiled teasingly.

"You're much too delicate… too sheltered. That's actually a really nice trait. The fans'll love it."

But Prismatica could barely hear a word.

Not when her body was still pinned against the van with her cape raised up and Oliver crouched right behind her as one of his hands held her ass cheeks apart, and the other did some finger work.

Every time his hand moved slightly, Prismatica would flinch and let out another tiny, breathy moan.

"Uuuuhhhnn~ ❤️"

Her legs trembled.

Her face got even redder.

The livestream chat was absolutely feral.

Even viewers who weren't even into watching hero content were now hopping into the livestream.

[bro WHAT is happening 😳😳😳]

[THAT ANGLE AINT RIGHT 💀]

[Does oliver need a volunteer assistant orrrr 👀]

[Guys he's just helping her with something chill lmfao]

└ [Bro, we can clearly see one of his hands holding her sweet cheeks apart, he ain't helping no one but his greedy self damn it! 😡 LET ME GET SOME!]

[SHE'S TOO CUTE IM GONNA DIE]

[LOOK AT HER FACE I CAN'T 😭]

└ [Well I can, already got my lube 🗿]

[The gooners are gonna love this one (I'm one of 'em)]

･･･

Prismatica squeezed her eyes shut again.

"C-, Can you be a little fa— ahnn~ faster!! ❤️"

And then—

"All done!"

Scott popped to his feet with a proud grin, holding the needle and thread like a trophy.

Prismatica's eyes widened. She slowly turned, stared up at him with a look of betrayal, and stomped toward him with her tiny frame puffed up in righteous fury.

"You—! You can't just do weird things to a girl while she's streaming!! I'm a celebrity, you know!"

She jabbed a dainty index finger against his chest.

"IT' SO WRONG! (>///<)"

She pouted hard.

Oliver barely blinked.

"Celebrity? You barely pull five thousand viewers. I've seen pro heroes with half a mil still doing uncredited ad deals in alleyways."

Prismatica stopped.

Her eyes trembled.

Then she glowed red like a police siren.

"SHUT UP! I'M A CELEBRITY!! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)"

She yelled, holding up both fists like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Oliver leaned slightly back and raised a brow.

"Anyway, how's the crotch feel now?"

"Don't change the subject!"

She screamed, pounding her fists on his chest repeatedly like a chihuahua with anger issues—until suddenly…

She froze.

Eyes wide.

Hands paused halfway.

She slowly looked down at her perky butt, moved her cape aside, then gasped.

"WOAH—?! It doesn't hurt anymore!! (✧ω✧)"

The sharp burning between her legs had gone.

She hadn't noticed it at first, because while Oliver was working on her outfit down there, she started feeling a bit turned on, and that completely distracted her from the real reason she'd even let him touch her like that in the first place.

『I have a dirty mind! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)』

She bit her lower lip in shame.

『UWAAAAAH~! (;>﹏<;)』

She pressed her knees together.

[THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED]

[GUYS IT WAS A TAILORING JOB AHAHAHAHA]

[she really went full hentai for a wedgie fix 😭]

[I'll confess! I'd drink her sweaty gym shorts!]

└ [Bro folded under zero pressure 🤦‍♂️]

[someone give this man a medal 🪙]

[no way bro stitched up the Punani Peril 😩]

[THE GUSSET IS DEAD LONG LIVE THE GUSSET]

･･･

Prismatica quickly yanked at the crotch lining again with a victorious smile.

"Aha!! It doesn't bunch anymore! It always felt so sharp and tight and painful down there, but now…"

She tugged once more with a relieved sigh.

"Uwaaa~ ❤️ You're amazing…"

Oliver stood with arms folded and a neutral look.

"That's because you've got a fat cat."

Prismatica's soul left her body.

She slowly turned her head up at him, and her entire face lit up so red it made her rainbow visor look like an LED alarm.

"H-h-h-HUH?!?!"

Oliver continued like he was describing physics.

"You wear a tight leotard. The gusset presses up. Your fat ass cat swallows up most of the fabric. Basic math. You get a camel toe the size of Texas. Honestly, some female heroes would kill to have one like yours. A lot of agencies even pay good money for photoshoots that show it off."

He placed a hand on his chin.

"But that's not the kind of hero we want you to be…"

"DON'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT OUT LOUD!!!"

Prismatica screeched like a banshee and cupped both hands over her crotch like her shame could somehow be covered with her small palms.

"Muu… (｡•́︿•̀｡)"

She turned away, mumbling—

"Y-, You even touched my… my… private… but…"

She bowed so deeply her forehead almost hit her knees.

"THANK YOU!!!"

Oliver blinked.

It was the first time any superhero had ever said something like that to him. Usually, his clients either told him to do a better job next time or pointed out something they didn't like about what he made for them.

He softened just a little, stepped close, and gently placed a hand under her chin.

"It's my duty as a hero recruiter to take care of you. If you sign under me… I'll keep doing that. As much as you want. Whenever you want it…"

He didn't stop caressing her small chin.

Prismatica stiffened like she'd been tasered.

Her shoulders went up. Her knees locked.

『Kyaaa—! Why does he have to make everything feel so wrong and dirty! (＞﹏＜)』

Her heart rate skyrocketed.

"R-, R-, Really?! ❤️"

She didn't even know when she replied.

[DON'T DO IT GIRL IT'S A TRAP]

[DO NOT SIGN ANYTHING]

[she's falling hard omg]

[tbf she'd look great in a brand deal ngl]

[someone get this girl a lawyer FAST]

[most of you guys don't want her to sign with a hero deal because y'all are gatekeepers smh]

･･･

BANG!!!

A loud gunshot fired into the sky.

Oliver spun around in shock.

Prismatica instantly leapt forward and threw her arms out in front of him like a guardian angel.

"Stay behind me, Oliver! I'll protect you!!"

Her face had changed—no longer flustered or flirty.

Just serious.

Truly heroic.

Oliver blinked. His brows lifted slightly.

『That was… impressive.』

Two men stepped out from the alley nearby, one holding a gun and the other licking the blade of a dagger with a greasy grin.

"Wrong block, idiots!"

One growled.

"This is Trenton Saints territory. And you two ain't leavin' with your wallets… or your lives."

Prismatica lowered into a stance as her fists glowed with rainbow sparkles.

Oliver?

He raised one hand to stop them and casually answered a call on his earpiece.

"Oh hey, Jude! Yeah, prep the usual contracts, especially the non-compete clause. You always forget that! Got a few new signings on the way, heh…"

The thugs stared.

Even Prismatica blinked and snorted a small laugh before slapping both hands over her mouth.

The thugs twitched.

"HEY! WHAT'S SO FUNNY, YOU—"

They felt embarrassed.

[NOT THE DAGGER LICK 😭😭]

[bro just said "hold up lemme call HR" 😭]

[Oliver boutta 1v1 customer support]

[THEY LOOK LIKE GTA NPCS 💀]

[SHE STOOD IN FRONT OF HIM AAAAA]

[this stream went from lewd to lethal in 5 seconds]

･･･

Oliver was still unfazed.

For dedicated hero recruiters like him, danger wasn't really a big concern. What mattered more was turning their recruits into top heroes. So being in the middle of all the action and risking their lives just came with the job—it was never that big of a deal to them.

"Alright, I'm done…"

He said with a disinterested voice as he cut the call.

The two thugs completely lost it.

Furious, they raised their weapons at Oliver and Prismatica.

One of them yelled—

"YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!"

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, a wave of thick, shadowy darkness appeared out of nowhere and slashed through both of them in an instant. Their heads hit the ground with a thud, and their bodies were cut into smaller pieces.

Blood sprayed like a wild fountain.

[what my mom says will happen to me if I ever touched her kitchen knife 💀]

[Double kill! Holy sheeeeto 😱]

[All that blood and it still ain't worse than my girl on her period ngl]

[I think we've failed as a society. We just saw two thugs get brutally murdered and all we're thinking of is meme captions and viral jokes 🤦‍♂️]

└ [you're the same guy that watches My Little Pony rule 34 bro, chill out 😭🙏]

└ [that's different tbh…]

･･･

Prismatica's eyes went wide in horror.

She quickly slapped both hands over her mouth to keep herself from throwing up.

Oliver froze up a bit, completely speechless.

His eyes were so wide he couldn't blink.

"No way… it's her…"

He muttered as his body started to tremble.

From the far end of the dark alley, a woman appeared.

She was extremely beautiful but terrifying—long black hair, a flowing gothic dress, and an ice-cold smile. Her footsteps were soft and slow as she walked toward them, but her eyes never left Oliver.

With a soft, angelic voice, she said—

"So there are more naughty little ones out here… don't worry. You shouldn't be afraid. I'll just carve out your precious private parts and add them to my special little collection… fufu~ ❤️"

The darkness behind her began to rise and thicken until it shaped itself into a massive black raven with glowing red eyes that looked hungry for blood.

She smiled wider.

"You'll be a part of me… forever."

She hungrily bit her lower lip.

[Ding! You've made contact with the Dark Lady of Old Trenton. Recruit her now!]