Hero Association had another one of their useless "debriefings" today. A bunch of weaklings sitting around a table, talking about protocol and teamwork. It's pathetic. They don't understand that the only protocol that matters is raw power.

It got me thinking about that fool Saitama. The one who doesn't flinch. The one who looks at me like I'm just another person, not a weapon or a goddess. It pisses me off... and it does something else. It makes me wonder what it would feel like to have someone pin me down. Not with psychic power, but with pure, physical strength I couldn't just flick away. To have my wrists held above my head while someone takes what they want from me. To feel a cock that's actually worthy of this body, fucking the arrogance right out of me until all I can do is beg for more.

Of course, it's a fantasy. No one exists who could do that. But the thought of being truly overpowered... of not being in control for once... it makes my cunt ache in a way that's different from when I'm just feeling myself up after a fight. It's a deeper, more frustrating need. And it's entirely his fault.

Guess I'll go throw a mountain into the ocean to clear my head. Or maybe I won't. (Mood: conflicted)