Note: Hey guys, sorry for the delay! I've been working on Chapter 18+ and it's taken longer than expected. Every time I finish a scene, I end up adding more—and now we're over 2,700 words of pure yuri goodness.
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And even though her bike was fast, sleek, and futuristic, it was definitely not designed to carry a girlfriend the size of an ancient goddess.
Astra stared at the motorcycle as if it had betrayed her.
"Well... now what?"
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Astra crossed her arms with a critical air, eyeing the motorcycle like it was some kind of experimental sculpture made by someone with way too much enthusiasm and zero common sense. She frowned, tilted her head, and then let out a sigh.
Then she looked at Miyako, who was watching her with an amused smile; her ears twitched slightly, as if they were laughing at the situation too.
"Well…" Astra finally murmured, thoughtful, turning her head toward her with a raised brow. "Maybe if you crouch a little and… curl up into a ball… you know?"
Miyako raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
"You want me to curl up into a ball on a racing bike? Astra, if I sit on that thing, the wheels are gonna beg for mercy."
"It's not that small!" Astra protested, pouting in a way that could almost rival a kitten left out in the rain.
"Astra… you're offering me what's basically a toy tricycle. If I get on that, it'll fall apart."
"Fine… Plan B!"
"And what's the brilliant Plan B?"
"Walking!!" she announced like someone revealing a master plan. And without waiting for a reply, she spun on her heel and started marching toward her house.
Miyako caught up in two steps, gently grabbing her arm to stop her.
"Easy, Astra…"
The shorter girl didn't turn around right away, but her voice came out soft, almost a whisper.
"If we don't go… we won't get to spend time together…"
That simple murmur was enough to make Miyako's heart tighten. She looked down, suddenly feeling guilty over something as silly as her height.
"I'm sorry, Astra… if I weren't so tall, this wouldn't even be a problem. I'm just a burden…"
Astra turned around so quickly she almost tripped over her own feet and planted herself in front of her—or at least tried to.
Her gaze didn't reach past two very prominent mounds—Miyako's breasts blocked any attempt at eye contact—but that didn't stop her. Without saying a word, she stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
Her face ended up buried in Miyako's abdomen—dangerously close to her belly button—but Astra didn't loosen her grip.
"Miyako…" she whispered softly. "One of the things I love most about you is your height. I love that you're so tall and still have such a gentle heart. So no more sad talk, okay? I won't hear a single complaint about something I adore."
Miyako swallowed hard, her eyes filling with tears.
"Astra…" she said with a shaky voice, then bent down to wrap her arms around her, returning the hug tenderly. "I love you so much... Astra."
"I love you too, Miyako… I really do."
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After that cheesy yuri moment that could melt even a shōnen villain's heart, the girls took a breath to consider more realistic options.
Walking all the way to Astra's house, which was on the outskirts of Musutafu, was an impossible feat even for them.
After a brief discussion, they settled on the most logical conclusion: stay at Miyako's apartment.
"Well… now we've got a small problem," Miyako murmured, glancing at the bike with resignation. "What do we do with your faithful metal steed?"
Astra tilted her head, thinking, slowly turning the handlebars.
"Hmm… I think the only option is…" she said in a mysterious tone, "…carry it upstairs!"
"The motorcycle? Into the building?" Miyako blurted out, unable to hold back her laugh.
"I'm not leaving it alone on the street!" Astra shot back, clearly offended. "It's expensive, it has personality… and it judges me when I ignore it!"
She pouted again, hugging the motorcycle lovingly like a scorned lover.
"Well, come on, Miyako," she suddenly said, turning around.
And off she went, climbing the stairs, leaving the bike behind.
Miyako blinked, a literal question mark almost floating above her head.
"What about the bike?"
"I'll bring it up once I'm upstairs," Astra replied, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, continuing up the stairs.
Once on the third floor, Astra walked over to the outer hallway railing and climbed up with feline agility.
"Astra…" Miyako murmured, alarmed, rushing to grab her. Her massive hand wrapped completely around Astra's body, like she was a doll.
"Relax," Astra said with a confident smile.
With precise movements, she used her tail to hold onto the railing and stretched her arms down to reach the motorcycle below. With surprising strength—and a generous dose of stubbornness—she lifted it up to the hallway and set it carefully against the wall.
Then, she secured it with a chain lock.
"There. Safe and sound," she said, dusting off her hands proudly.
Right after, she pulled out her phone and called Junko.
"Hey, Junko… yeah, all good. I'm at Miyako's place. I brought the bike up through the balcony… yep, literally. No, I'm not crazy… okay, maybe a little. But the bike's fine. I'll bring croissants tomorrow. Kisses."
She hung up, tucked the phone away, and grinned with satisfaction. Then she looked at Miyako with that "see? wasn't that hard" expression.
Miyako brought a hand to her forehead and sighed.
"Ugh…"
"My friend is insane."
"And you love it," Astra replied, winking shamelessly. ;3
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Finally, the two of them approached the apartment door. Astra stepped lightly, while Miyako followed behind, carrying a heavy sense of resignation—and the ghostly presence of the chained motorcycle lingering just outside.
They opened the door slowly, unsure of what to expect… but what they found on the other side was, at the very least, unexpected.
Hana was in the kitchen, her back to them, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, dancing to a slow song echoing from a phone on the counter.
She moved with grace, her hips swaying to the sensual rhythm, completely unaware of her audience.
Astra froze in the doorway.
Her gaze, almost by reflex, drifted downward and locked onto Hana's hips, hypnotized by the perfectly timed movements.
However, with sheer force of will—the call of sanity—she managed to look up.
Out of respect.
Out of love.
Out of survival.
Astra managed to lift her eyes just in time to hear Miyako break the silence with a short, dry:
"Mom…"
Hana spun around, glass raised, her nightgown flowing with her.
Her breasts—clearly braless—clung to the fabric like two sworn enemies of physics.
Boing!
Her fox tail swayed playfully, as if it too were dancing.
[Hana]
Even though Astra wasn't some kind of mutant animal, the visual stimulus was so intense she genuinely thought she was about to go into heat.
"Oh, girls…" Hana mumbled, cheeks flushed from the wine. "Why'd you come back so soon?"
"Mom…" Miyako facepalmed hard.
She turned away with a pout, only to notice Astra's eyes darting around like they were following some invisible choreography.
Even though she kept a straight face like a meditating monk, it was painfully obvious what was going through her mind.
"Amithahara… 'Ami' as in I love boobs… and 'Hara' from Hana… so, boobs + Hana…" Astra mumbled, like reciting a sacred mantra.
"Hahaha! Astra-chan, you're so cute!" Hana giggled, skipping over with the wine bottle in hand.
Miyako tried to stop her, but her mom dodged the attempt with the agility of a teenager.
She ended up right in front of Astra—drunk and oozing sensuality.
"Ahh, little Astra… you're so fit," she said, running her hand over Astra's toned abs, tracing slow circles.
Astra blushed. She wasn't sure if it was the touch, Hana's mature perfume, or the fact that those two generous mounds were pressing shamelessly against her own body.
"Ms. Hana… you really should get some rest…" she tried to say with seriousness.
But before she could finish the sentence, she felt Hana's weight on top of her.
The woman had already fallen asleep.
"Zzzzzzz…!!"
"Sigh…" Miyako sighed. Literally.
"Sorry, Astra. When she drinks… she gets really touchy."
"It's fine, Miyako," Astra replied, flashing a resigned smile.
Without warning, she picked Hana up bridal style and turned to the stunned Miyako.
"I'll take her to her room. You order us something for delivery, so we can eat and watch a movie."
Miyako nodded and went to grab her phone.
Meanwhile, Astra climbed the stairs with Hana in her arms.
Hana's cheek rested against Astra's chest, and with the warmth of skin-on-skin contact, Astra gulped.
Glup.
"Moments like this, I'm thankful I'm not a guy," she thought, resisting the urge to sneak a peek.
As they entered the bedroom, Hana's eyes fluttered open. Still half-asleep, she lifted her hand and gently caressed Astra's cheek.
And then… she did it.
She spread her fingers, made a V shape with both hands, and clashed them together like scissors. Her smile—was it flirty? Sacred? A sinful relic of some ancestral ritual?
Astra didn't know. But she did know what the scissoring gesture meant.
Before things could go any further, Hana let her head fall onto Astra's chest and drifted back to sleep, as if nothing had happened.
"I like MILFs. MILFs are justice… but Miyako comes first. Priorities," Astra thought, as she gently laid her down, tucked her in, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
She closed the door quietly.
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Back in the living room, Astra flopped down next to Miyako on the couch with a long sigh.
"Want something to drink?" Miyako asked, letting her ponytail loose. Her damp hair fell over her shoulders in a glossy cascade.
"Got any booze?"
"Sake… and a little vodka," she said with a mischievous smile.
"Perfect!!" Astra grinned, stretching like a cat across the backrest.
Miyako went to the kitchen while Astra took off her jacket, revealing a tight tank top. The cool air barely helped with the heat radiating from her skin.
When she came back, Miyako tried to sit down, but the difference in height made her look awkward on the couch. Astra blushed, got up, and said:
"Sit properly, Miyako. I'll adjust."
Miyako obeyed. Astra, without asking, gently spread Miyako's legs.
"B-be gentle…" Miyako whispered, unintentionally.
Luckily, Astra didn't hear her.
She sat between Miyako's legs, using her thighs as armrests and her belly as a backrest. Her chest hung just below Miyako's line of sight—a scene that was equal parts sweet and awkwardly sensual.
Miyako's eyes widened as she looked down. Astra's feet peeked out between hers. She blushed furiously, trying to calm her racing heart.
"W-what do you wanna watch?"
"Mmm… a friend recommended Fifty Shades of Midnight," Astra said with a wicked grin.
Miyako put on the movie. And just like that, the two curled up in silence, sharing warmth, sake… and the sweet tension of a romance slowly, but surely, beginning to simmer.
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End of Chapter 16
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[Hana – Quirk File]
Name: Hana
Quirk Type: Mutant – Lycalopex culpaeus
This Andean fox species is known for its incredible adaptability to any environment. Hana inherited that same flexibility: feline-like agility, lightning-fast reflexes, boundless curiosity… and, like other animal-type mutants, a mating season.
How often? Well… let's just say it's not once a year. And we'll leave the details at that.