"Alright, close the curtains, and when the pole is out, close the door as well as you leave." The doctor and nurse hesitated as they looked at Malevola, but she knew they would come around. They had seen her work before and knew that her abilities would do wonders. As expected, after a brief hesitation, they quickly prepared the room to remove the pole with as little additional damage as possible.
Malevola turned to Jin with the most serious expression she could manage, even if her anticipation made her want to lick her lips. "Jin." She addressed him in a serious tone, and he seemed to pick up on the mood she was trying to set. "Since it's a heavy injury that goes deep, it will be a bit different than the other times I transferred an injury to you. So, follow my instructions exactly." He nodded readily at that. "I mean it. Follow them as quickly and accurately as possible. This is a situation of life and death."
Even the medical personnel glanced at them when they heard her exclamation, seemingly appreciative of their seriousness. Of course, they didn't have to worry too much. If Winter had been cut in half, then she would truly question whether her ability worked, but him, being penetrated by a big hard pole, wasn't really that different from other injuries she had dealt with.
Even when the nurse told them what other bones had been broken, she wasn't worried at all. Several broken ribs, a shattered kneecap, a snapped femur, several broken fingers, and his collarbone broken in two places. Bruises and cuts were hardly worth mentioning. All in all, this was going to be a world of pain, but nothing that would kill Jin or her, especially if they shared them, essentially halving the damage.
"Don't do this weird thing with your life force just before I usually transfer my injuries. Keep it intense." Malevola felt compelled to say. Usually, Jin's presence seemed to fade when they were doing this, but she wanted to feel it this time. The intensity of some beast-like individual just lurking behind her. Just thinking about it made her excited. He looked surprised at her words, but nodded nonetheless.
Everything was prepared. A crane-like device attached to the pole was ready to remove it with precision. From behind the control of the device, the doctor looked at her for confirmation. "Once it's pulled out, it will cause catastrophic bleeding and possible additional organ damage." Winter was tougher than normal people, but if they wanted to do this the normal way, it would be difficult to save him. Even though the doctor could put a body into stasis for a moment with his powers, the surgery would require a lot of effort, and it would still be uncertain whether he would survive.
Having her around would ensure Winter actually survived the procedure with a high certainty and recovered quickly as well. Having her and Jin help around the past week seemed to give them confidence that they could handle what would otherwise be a coin flip.
"Yeah, just do it and leave the room quickly. I need to work on my magic and can't have you interfere with it through your presence or have your curious eyes distract me." She said casually, trying to convey her confidence.
The doctor nodded and looked to the nurse, who made some last adjustments to the IV before heading to shut the blinds of the room. The curtain around the bed was ready to be closed once the doctor rushed out.
The doctor operated the machine, and in a few seconds the pole was out. Malevola held out her hands and covered the patient with her ability. A red shimmer seemed to cover his body, preventing the injury from worsening as she established a connection. In swift succession, the curtains and the door were closed, giving them their privacy, leaving behind only Malevola, Jin, and an unconscious body.
Jin grabbed her forearm as he usually did, but she wasn't going to let him off easy this time. Despite his apparent masochistic side, he was actually shy about showing his pleasure in it. A fetish still hidden by his prudish senses. This time she wanted to break that façade of stoicism, forcing him to reveal his dirty side and embarrass him by turning him into a stammering, pathetic mess. Something she could lord over him for eternity-
"The injury is heavy, so I need more skin contact." She said, biting down on her lips to suppress a moan from escaping as the first bit of pain trickled through the connection. "Hug me from behind and keep my body upright." Jin didn't hesitate. For him, it was a situation of life and death, after all.
He stood behind her, one hand on her stomach, pressing her against him. "Skin contact, right?" His hand slid under her leotard, pulling it tighter than usual.
"Y-yes, and do the opposite of what you usually do." As soon as her words fell, she felt Jin's overwhelming pressure from behind. Like an unbridled force of nature waiting to wreak havoc. It felt like stepping back would leave her shredded. Truly exhilarating. She suddenly heard something heavy fall to the ground. With a glance over her shoulder, she saw him undoing his armor and dropping it next to him.
His chest, now bare, once again pressed against her back. Malevola almost flinched. His chest was unnaturally hot to her senses. It almost felt like hot stones on her back. "Is this enough contact?" A question whispered directly into her ear, his breath tickling her nape. It had just started, and for some reason, she already seemed to lose control of the situation. Her legs spread a bit and slightly buckled to accommodate their minor height difference, making her butt gently press against his lap.
She could feel herself heating up, and her breathing turned ragged. Slowly, the wounds of Winter trickled through her and toward Jin. Strangely, it almost felt like her ability dissipated against him like a drop on a hot stone. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the right mindset to ponder over that.
"N~no," She began before taking another breath to calm a bit. "We need more contact."
"More?" She could almost hear his eyebrows raising in surprise.
"Both your hands… need to be on me." She felt his hand on her shoulder. "No, not like this. You can't be shy now~" She said as she shrugged the straps of her leotard off, revealing what generations of the Yachties were trying to see a glimpse of. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her right breast. Were his hands always this big? Even with her big titties, it seemed like his hand covered most of it.
His presence seemed to intensify, feeling almost burning everywhere their skin met. The pain of the wound transfer lessened, but she didn't care. This burning sensation felt good, maybe even better. It flooded her senses, energizing her and seemingly melting away any tension. Then suddenly, it wormed itself in, filling her, giving her the sensation of stretching her from within.
"More~" She couldn't help but mutter, not truly realizing what she was asking for. Her mind only wanted more of this. His hands squeezed as if to milk, his crotch pressed against her butt even harder. Without questioning it, she started to grind against him. Through both their trousers, she felt that long hardness she was subconsciously seeking. "Harder~"
His hand on her stomach moved up to her neck. "Y-yes~" She whispered, knowing what was coming and welcoming it. His hand squeezed, choking her lightly. Suddenly, he turned her face to the side. Her back was against his hot chest as he started kissing her over her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the unexpected kiss before she couldn't help but lean into it. His tongue was hot as well, tangling with hers.
His strength was too high for her to do anything besides taking it. The way he was squeezing left her breathless, literally, and that almost pushed her over the edge. Choking had always been a nice sensation, but coupled with that exceedingly warm sensation of his palm elevated it to another level. She was getting lightheaded, only having half the mind to finish the wound transfer, which for some reason didn't even leave a mark on the two, but she didn't care to think about that.
His tongue was deep in her mouth, exploring it to his content. His hand caressing her breast suddenly moved to its peak. His finger rolled her hardened nipple before he harshly pinched it.
"HMhmHm~~" Her legs quivered as she climaxed harder than she ever had. The moment seemed to continue endlessly before the sensation finally faded. His hand squeezing her neck loosened a bit. The rush of oxygen revitalized her, almost as nice as the orgasm. The afterglow left her lightheaded and limp, only supported by her leaning against his warm body.
Just coming from having her nipple pinched, choked, and kissed had to be some sort of new record for her. The man didn't even touch her clit, and she turned into a limp mess. Her panties were soaked, and surprisingly some of her juice was dripping through her denim shorts down her legs. Jin gently guided her to sit down on the floor, her back leaning against the side of the bed.
The position made her instantly realize that she had eye contact with the hard outline of his undersuit pants. It twitched, and she could see the fabric darken at the tip. Without meaning to, she took a deep breath through her nose. Instantly assaulted by the smell of lust. She looked up to him. The veins on his body almost seemed to pop as if he exerted himself to the greatest degree.
It wonderfully accentuated his fit body. Abs to grind on and thick, vascular forearms she wanted to ride on. His body was tense. Was he holding back? Their eyes met, and that seemed to take away any hesitation that had been brewing in him.
She knew that his mind was still influenced by that Majin magic, probably turning the man's impulse control into the equivalent of a drunk person. She was taking advantage of him. It was wrong of her to do so, but she had done worse. And besides, weren't a drunk person's words the most honest? The magic residue clearly was about pulling out buried but existing desires, so he wanted this too, right?
Only leaving him hot and bothered after using him for her own pleasure would be shameful. It was only right to return the favor, no? In fact, it would be the heroic thing. At that thought, she straightened into a proper kneel, crossed her arms behind her back, and opened her mouth, letting her tongue roll out like a good girl. One hand found purchase on her head, while the other drifted to his waistband.
"Fuck- How long have I been out?" The sudden new voice froze the two, and with a blur of superspeed. Jin was instantly back in armor with a towel in his hands. Using the towel to dry her inner thigh and the little puddle that formed where she was kneeling before helping her up to stand. Her legs were still weak, so she had to lean against him for support. The entire sequence left her brain a bit confused. As her mind caught up, she could feel her cheeks flushing. Her heartbeat accelerated again. 'He is surprisingly thoughtful even when horny…' The thought lingered as Winter spoke up again.
"Could you turn off the light? I can't see shit." Winter asked, blocking the overhead light from his blinking eyes.
"Sure," Jin said, a bit strained. With a wave of his hand, the light on the other side of the bed turned off. "It seems like you're good to go. We'll let the doctors know."
"You're not- Oh, Saiyan." Winter's eyes turned toward her. "Malevola. So you were the ones who saved me... Thanks, truly." That eased the anger she was feeling from being interrupted. Of course, she knew that she was playing too much even when it was about saving someone's life, but pleasure used to be the only way to cope with dealing with wound transfer, so it wasn't like she was inexperienced at finishing the job despite the distractions.
Never mind getting some pleasure from healing someone. She used to be a villain who'd done worse, and now no one was harmed. In fact, they all had benefited, so why was she feeling guilty? And not toward the man whose life was on the line?
With that, Jin helped her out of the room. The doctors and nurses gave them concerned looks. "You sure, you two don't need anything?" Malevola waved off their concern, feeling embarrassed that her weak legs seemed to be interpreted as some sort of sacrifice she had to give to save the man.
Several conflicting emotions were being evoked at the moment, but one thing was clear. She wasn't going to let this one go. She was going to milk him dry until nothing was left. Her hug around his arm tightened.
They turned the corner, and in the distance she could already see the storeroom, where she was going to suck him so good, he would start praying to her. She would make him fall in love with her. "No wonder we never healed anyone who was that injured if it took something like this to work your magic."
"Heh, you really think…" She was about to casually reply when his words truly registered to her lust-lidded brain. Was he joking, or did he truly think she had him do this because of her powers? A glance toward his slightly flushed face and tense expression made it unclear what he truly thought. If she revealed that she was just trying to mess with him before getting into it, what would he think?
He was a good person, so he probably would feel violated. Her steps slowed a tiny bit as the thought settled. What if he didn't want to continue their little hospital trips after that? Just this little introduction of naughty play made her want to continue this new sort of play. Perhaps in the future they would fuck him while they healed some poor sod from their death. If she dragged him to the storeroom now to fuck him, it would probably reveal she was just a horny, heh, bitch.
'…Fuck it. I want to fuck now! He's bricked up as well. He would appreciate it if I took care of it.' Malevola's thoughts were surely dominated by a single desire, and it seemed like nothing could stop her from getting what she wanted. Just as she wanted to continue her response, an obstacle appeared.
"Malevola, Jin! I just heard you were going to heal Winter." Blonde Blazer stepped out of the elevator, cutting them off from the storeroom by just a dozen meters.
"Shit!" Malevola cursed under her breath as they came to a stop. The demoness tightened her hold on him. Blonde Blazer looked at her with a tilt of her head, clearly not hearing what she had spat out. "Hey boss, he is all fine now. We were just about to leave and rest up."
Their boss nodded sympathetically. "Indeed, I know this would have taken a lot out of you two. I wanted to thank you personally for shouldering something like this. I'm glad you two don't look too banged up."
'I want to be banged up, but you're blocking the way!' Malevola hollered internally. "Well, thanks received." She responded cheerily just to get the other woman off their back, already trying to move Jin toward the storeroom. Unfortunately, the blonde heroine had more to say as she looked at Jin.
"You're not overdoing it again, are you?" Her tone was obviously one of genuine concern.
"Y-yeah. We changed the… method, so it takes less out of us." Indeed, it was strange that they left without even a scratch. Did their new method prevent injuries? She had never come during the healing process. Maybe that did it?
"That's good." Blonde Blazer nodded, relieved.
'Fuck could they wrap this up?' The wet demon thought as she felt her smile turn more difficult to uphold, but thankfully, Jin seemed to be as impatient as her and moved with her a bit, almost past the other heroine.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about the thing you're working on with Royd. SDN is planning to rebuild the training arena, and we were thinking about adding artificial gravity to it." Jin's almost strained expression changed to a surprised one. His eyebrows rose, and the tension bled from his body.
His body straightened a bit as he turned toward Blonde Blazer.
"That's a good idea."
'Fuck… I've lost him.' The devil from down under recognized the defeat as soon as Jin seemed to almost forget her presence. Of course, she knew that Jin was a battle and training maniac who put even Punch Up to shame. Apparently, once the topic changed to that, he forgot about the fact that they could be fucking instead!
Internally, she just wanted to shout, scream her head off at this slipping through her hands. The mood was completely killed. They instantly started speaking business, the area of effect and intensity of this artificial gravity multiplier. She didn't even bother pretending to listen in on their talk.
"I…I'm going to get some fresh air." She finally conceded as she headed toward the elevator and drove up a level. After exiting, she kicked over a trash can standing in her way before sitting on a free stone bench that wasn't renovated.
With her face in her hands, she shouted into them.
…
"She looked quite exhausted. You sure she will be fine?" Blonde Blazer commented after having watched Malevola slouch into the elevator.
"Y-yep. The wound transfer was just… intense. After cooling down, she should be fine." Jin admitted, rubbing his neck, while avoiding eye contact with her. It was strange to see, as he wasn't one to shy away.
"Right. Let's talk about the training arena later. I need to visit the monitors first." They waved goodbye before she headed to the monitors. The medical wing used to be a lot smaller, but with new hires, they had to expand it to accommodate more people getting injured. After getting the report from one of the nurses and hearing Malevola's and Jin's need for privacy, she remembered that some rooms still had cameras installed. It was a huge violation of privacy, especially since it was a medical area now, but thankfully, only she had the keys to that particular dusty old server room.
She walked into it and found several screens on the wall and the computer humming quietly in the background. She turned them on and saw a current feed of the medical wing and parts of the laboratory. In a few practiced moves, she found the file of them healing Winter. Just as she was about to delete it, she thought about Jin standing in front of her just now in complete new, heavy set of armor that she had approved.
Although she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, she wanted to see whether she would have to pull him out for the day. Not wanting to risk him playing off another critical state, she opened the recording, skipped ahead a couple dozen minutes, then fast-forwarded until they entered the room. At double the speed, she watched them approach the bed. The camera was angled in a way that Malevola's face and upper body could be easily seen over the bed. Malevola held out her hands to heal Winter, while Jin walked up from behind her and… hugged her.
Blonde Blazer's eyes widened as she immediately slowed it to normal speed, as if that would change the scene. Malevola exposed herself, and Jin… groped her- she stopped the recording. Her breathing turned quicker. What was she seeing?
For a moment, she just stared at the frame of Jin hugging Malevola from behind. "That can't be- is that how her powers worked?" She had already come to her own conclusion before grabbing herself a headset as she saw them talk a bit. Hopefully the camera captured them explaining that this wasn't just their fetish, but actually required for the spell. It was definitely just because she needed the context. She rewound and pressed play.
…
"Hey, Malevola. Can I speak to you for a second?" Blonde Blazer asked at the door leading into the kitchen on the first floor. Malevola was whispering to Sonar at that point. The demoness looked surprised at her addressing her. She stood up a moment after the surprise faded.
"Y-yeah, sure, what can I help you with?" Blonde Blazer nodded toward her office.
"In my office." Without waiting for her response, she went to her office and held the door open until she walked inside. "Please sit." She pointed at one of the two seats before taking her own seat. With a pen in her hand and the notes in front of her, she liked to take notes analog.
"So, what's this about, boss?" Malevola had an unsure smile on her face.
"I wanted to thank you again for saving Winter's life. Without your help, this might have gone very ugly, and I want to clarify that you have proven to be a reliable asset not only today but also over the past week." The Australian demoness nodded slowly at her words.
"I'm flattered… couldn't have done it without Jin." She stressed, clearly confused about why she was singled out for the praise.
"Right, I just want you to know that we appreciate the sacrifice of burdening yourself with the wounds of others… but you have to know that because of some past renovations, there were still some cameras in the medical wing." Malevola's expression fell as it dawned on her why she was sitting in front of her. She stiffened a bit, sitting straight as if ready to bolt at any moment. "I've already ordered the critical cameras to be removed, those that violate privacy concerns, at least. Of course, all the files will be deleted as well. Now, since the company had been neglectful of removing those cameras, I would like to sweep the… misconduct and risking the patient's life under the rug. No one has seen the footage and therefore knows about it besides me."
Her words seemed to ease the other quite a bit as she released a breath and her posture relaxed a tiny bit before tensing again. "You've watched the footage?"
"Y-yes, partly." 'Partly, as in, I only watched the part where you two entered,' Blonde Blazer mentally added guiltily. "Since I know how your powers work and with the recent incident with Jin, I found it necessary to figure out if he was hiding more debilitating injuries."
"Oh. That's… I see."
"As I said, I had quickly deleted the footage… That being said, I need to ask this since it pertains to future situations where we have to rely on your wound transfer. Does it truly need that kind of… physical contact?" It was hard to describe it as politically correct as she could, while trying not to remember what she had seen.
"What… if I do need it?" Malevola asked cautiously, not wanting to reveal much, which was fair, as everybody with powers held it close to their heart if they could.
"I would ask you if you want to continue helping in such a capacity and deny any future requests of our clients, and if you were fine with it, we would have to adjust how we handle the patients to not only preserve your privacy and dignity, but also consider whether you can… help on your own." This was true. As her boss, she would do her best to make sure her employees could work comfortably and as well as they could.
She certainly wouldn't send out Malevola with the risk of exposing her and having a new headache of perverts flooding their call line. There was also another, more selfish reason. She had… studied the material, and her instincts told her that this little demoness was lying and taking advantage of Jin. The amnesiac man gave her the impression of being easily taken advantage of. Capable and otherwise smart, as he seemed to be, but when it came to the attention or advances of the opposite sex, he was almost oblivious.
Even with the limited contact, she knew that Invisigal and Stacy had been circling and assessing the man. Malevola eyeing him as well was somehow not surprising to her. After all, he brought a certain energy with him. He could be so gentle and soft if he wanted to, besides having such a fierce, seemingly untamable side that-
"I-" Suddenly, the other woman in the room spoke up, forcing Blonde Blazer out of her spiraling thoughts. "It's not that I don't need it. I mean…it's not how I usually do it, and the previous times it was alone when I… you know. But you saw it, right? Usually, I'm left with wounds, but this time? Nothing. I'm thinking that it might have something to do with us doing it together, releasing tantric energy in the process…"
'Bullshit.' Blonde Blazer instantly replied internally. Her instincts were screaming that the other didn't even believe her own words. She hadn't been a hero for years for nothing. Unfortunately, she couldn't prove otherwise. They indeed had no visible injuries, and what would be the point of her arguing this point with the other? If she pushed too hard, she might get exposed trying to expose her. She had hoped Malevola would come clean when Jin wasn't with them, but that didn't seem to be the case.
"I would like to minimize the chance of this getting out since it will probably be unpleasant publicity for you… I will inform our medical staff and clients who work at the hospital that you'd need privacy for your future heavy injuries. Perhaps this was a coincidence? Either way, if something changes or you need something, please inform me." Blonde Blazer put on her professional smile. Since this didn't reveal the truth, she would have to expose it another way.
"Yeah, of course." Malevola nodded lightly before the corners of her lips twitched upward, then smoothed into an equally professional smile. "I'd like to experiment with this new method and see if Jin and I are capable of completely negating wounds. It would help expand the rate we can take these kinds of healing requests." She suggested as if she had the patients in mind. No, she was trying to worm her way into Jin's heart! She couldn't let her do that!
…Since when had she gotten this cynical? Maybe she was thinking about helping- she is drooling. This bitch!
Malevola wiped the corner of her mouth as if nothing had happened, as Blonde Blazer pretended not to have seen it as she wrote something down. "We might be able to arrange something. Until then. Good work." The last words came out strained, while Malevola thanked her again and left the room.
Snap
Blonde Blazer looked at the two pen halves in her hand. She would need to act quickly, or it wouldn't matter if she exposed her. Although Jin was a good man, he was still a man. Someone like Malevola would ensnare him in no time. She needed to act that day!