Be a Dragon: Interest (ch.14) (Patreon)

Staying here was the best decision she could have made, Neo realized in hindsight. Not just because of the tasty food, or the massive TV for her to discover countless new soaps, but the teenage drama was proving to be more entertaining than annoying. Somehow. Her eyes switched colors as she took a spoonful of chocolate ice cream in her mouth as she looked at the newest member of the household. Or, rather, the first. 

Kitten sat on her too pink bed in her too pink room, shamelessly fingering her cunt as she held her phone above her face. On the screen were Nero and Hinata, fucking like rabbits in heat on the floor. A recording since if they would be fucking, it would be in the kitchen at the moment. Which was a health and safety violation. Honestly, she didn’t think much of Nero for the most part, but his dick was something else. One hell of a redeeming feature on an otherwise bland man because he must have laid down miles of pipe in the past few days. 

Neo licked her spoon, idly watching Kitten finger herself, her breathing coming out in harsh pants for air. Neo wondered when she installed a camera, but there was more to Kitten than met the eye. She saw the hints easily enough -- how Kitten handled herself, how she moved hinted at some training, but it was more of how she carried herself. That confidence that only belonged to idiots with delusions of grandeur or those that simply knew that they could handle themselves.

Which explained why Kitten had apparently picked Nero up from the side of the road. Bland personality aside, Nero was well built and he could dish out some damage as well as take it. Kitten was annoyingly tall, slight build and unless she was exceptionally stupid, the only reason she would pick up a guy like Nero, take him home and fuck him when there was no one else in the house was if she was absolutely certain that she would win that fight if Nero turned out to be anything other than a pansy. Honestly -- the guy killed like four people and he shied away from conflict-

Not the point. 

The point was that Kitten was a new element in this game of house and she completely threw things off the rails. That would have been completely fine, and amusing as hell, but there was a real issue. 

Neo owed Hinata for choosing not to abandon her back in the city. Ditching her was the smart pick, Neo knew. She was pissed and she dragged Hinata into trouble that she didn’t want or need, but even still, Hinata stepped in and got her out of there. Maybe things would have been totally fine, or maybe they wouldn’t. That wasn’t the point. 

The point was that Hinata showed Neo loyalty, and Neo would be damned before she didn’t repay the favor. To get loyalty, you had to give it. 

Roman taught her that. 

And because of Kitten, things got weird between Hinata and Nero. Hinata was sad. Thus, Neo was taking it upon herself to deal with the root of the issue. Possibly with some stabbing. Or a lot of stabbing. 

Neo sighed as she shook her head, taking another bite of her ice cream. Still, as annoying as Kitten was proving to be, it would be a lie to say that Neo wasn’t enjoying herself. Hinata was being nudged in the proper path of epic threesomes and orgies, and Kitten was a good proof of concept that you didn’t need to like someone to fuck their brains out. Or get your brains fucked out by them. 

Or watch your boy toy fuck their brains out while you wait your turn. 

Cleaning her spoon, she dumped her empty ice cream tub in one of her drawers where it would either be found hours or months. Walking up to the unaware girl, Neo's eyes trailed up and down her body. The slender muscles, her perky tits, and least but not all, the hairless pussy that she was busy finger blasting. For whatever reason. A fetish, maybe. 

As if to answer her, Kitten started to talk. Unfortunately. "Fuck that fat tittied bitch," Kitten moaned, her fingers picking up the pace as the sounds of her masturbation. "Break her. She can't take your dick like I can. Fuck that cocksleeve until you get tired of it and come back to my tight cunt," Kitten whispered to herself.

That was some useful information. A voyeur fetish. She could use that. For now, though, Neo watched as Kitten fucked herself with her fingers, her motions growing more desperate as her orgasm neared. Then, every muscle went tense as she let out a low groan as her orgasm coursed through her. And it would seem that she was a screamer by choice. Neo had to steal headphones because of Kitten's screaming when she was getting fucked. Hinata, more often than not, went downstairs to cook. 

Now it was just a question on how she liked being watched? 

Neo dropped the illusion that hid her from view. There was no shout of surprise because Kitten's eyes were closed. At least they were until Neo reached out and seized the hand that was doing its best to bury itself three knuckles deep into her pussy. 

"What-" Kitten flinched back as Neo placed a finger on her lips, her protests dying on her lips, and Neo purposely turned her attention to the camera of Nero and Neo still going at it. "It's not-" Neo was getting really tired of that voice, so she slipped two fingers into her mouth. A smile tugged at the edges of her lips when Kitten didn't bite down, letting her play with her tongue. 

A voyeur that was a sub with an inferiority complex. 

Kitten was the perfect toy and she just didn't know it. Yet. 

Neo dragged Kitten's hand out of her twitching cunt, bringing it to her lips. Kittens soaked fingers entered Neo's mouth, her tongue swirling over them as she lapped up the juice. The taste of Kitten's pussy was heavy on her tongue, but Neo paid no mind to that as she stared into Kitten’s eyes. There was confusion there, but there was also lust. All the while, Kitten allowed Neo to toy with her tongue...that was consent if she ever saw it. 

Taking her fingers out of her mouth with an audible pop, Neo guided her hands to the bedboard as she leaned forward, throwing a leg over Kitten so she was straddling the annoyingly tall girl. With some reluctance, Neo let go of Kitten’s tongue and guided her other hand to the bedboard. Which, unfortunately, allowed Kitten to speak. 

“You’re the mute one, right?” Kitten asked as if she didn’t know. Neo smiled dangerously at the blonde girl who let her guide her hands to the bedboard. Kitten looked up briefly as Neo placed her hands in a pair of pink fuzzy cuffs. "Did Nero put you up to this?" 

Neo wouldn't have answered even if she could. Neo simply put a finger to her lips, a universal gesture of ‘shut the fuck up.’ And regardless of her not answering, Kitten allowed her to cuff her to the bed. Excitement dances in Kitten's eyes, her chest rising and falling in a quickening rhythm. Now that her hands were secured, Neo lazily explored Kitten's body -- trailing down her arms, going over her collarbones before her fingertips landed on her hardened nipples. 

What an odd relationship, Neo mused as she tugged on Kitten's tits. Nero was a whore being showered with gifts -- money, the mansion, and all you can fuck access for three holes in a decent enough looking kinky slut. Yet, it was the kinky slut pursuing the whore. A forbidden romance? It would be fun if that were true, but that wasn't the case. Neo dealt with girls like Kitten all the time. 

Kitten liked to own people. 

Not in a slavery type of way but in an obsessive possessive kind of way. Nero seemed to pick up on that, which was why he was fucking Kitten’s brains out just often enough to say that he was filling his end of the bargain. That just made Kitten more jealous, which made her lash out, which was why it fell to Neo to break this kitten in. 

He was playing the middle ground, an irritating fence sitter. But, given that it was a choice between a rich preppy white girl and a busty asian ninja… well, there were some situations where indecisiveness could be understood. That was certainly one of them. Nero was waiting for Kitten to go back to her internship, unaware that Kitten had already quit. He was also looking into getting another place because Kitten was getting insistent that Nero fuck her as a dragon, which was unacceptable. 

She liked her massive tv that served as a wall. 

It didn’t fit him, Neo reflected, her hands running over Kitten’s taunt body, idly amusing herself with the sounds Kitten made. Nero was a dragon -- dragons were meant to be fierce, dominating and proud. Nero… was a normal person. A civilian. Leery of ‘breaking the law’ or ‘doing the wrong thing’ or even just smacking a bitch when she needed to be smacked. That applied to her and Kitten. 

Neo grinned as she pulled back, making Kitten squirm until her pebbled nipples escaped her fingers. Kitten opened her mouth to speak, but Neo slipped her fingers into her mouth to shut her up. All the while, her free hand went to one of the condoms Nero had left behind. Luckily, she had already prepped it so she didn't have to spend a minute untying the knot. 

Looking at the used condom, despite thinking that Nero probably had the blandest personality that she had ever met, Neo had nothing but respect for those balls of his. Honestly, if he didn't spend half of any given day busting nuts, then his testicles would probably pop because of how much cum they could produce. It was actually kind of ridiculous. Combined with his stamina and good looks, it was as if his gods given mission was to fuck women's brains out. 

It wasn't that old, but the cum still had some serious heat to it. Like it was fresh rather than thirty minutes old. Something was up with Nero. What it was, she didn't know yet, but Nero didn't fit the mold that she and Hinata created. 

Hinata had freaky eyes, more skills than you could shake a stick at and experienced. Neo, on the other hand, was a thief extraordinaire, part-time assassin, and downright deadly. Nero was a random civilian whose personality that could be exchanged with any other civilians and Neo doubted she would notice. He was given dragon power and incredible ‘magic’ rather than having them in the first place.

But that was a mystery for another time. 

Neo leaned her head back and dumped the contents of the condom onto her tongue. Apparently, Nero ate more fruits than he drank coffee because the taste that settled heavily on her tongue was fairly sweet. How considerate of him. Neo looked down at Kitten as she swirled the contents on her mouth before sticking out her tongue as she leaned forward. Kitten eagerly lunged forward, sticking out her tongue to catch the watered-down cum. 

As soon as it slid off of her tongue, Neo leaned in and kissed the girl. As her tongue dominated the girl’s mouth, one hand went behind her head to prevent any thoughts of escape from Kitten while the other reached out for another toy that she had prepared. 

Pulling back, Neo gazed into Kitten's glossy eyes, glazed over with lust and desire, and brought her attention to the double-sided dildo. Neo grinned as Kitten went cross-eyed when she smacked the tool of pleasure onto her face, her throat bobbing nervously. 

"W-wait," Kitten started, making Neo frown. Cold feet? That was disappointing. "My phone -- could you take a video? And send it to Nero? So he knows he's not the only one fucking around?" 

Ahh, spite. What a wonderful emotion. 

Neo grinned as she grabbed the phone, angled one side of the dildo to her pussy, and lined the other with Kitten's. 

This was going to be fun. 

…

My phone beeped, alerting me that I had a message...of a video from Kitten. Well. That was alarming. My eyes narrowed, knowing what the contents held, but curiosity got the better of me so I clicked it anyway. Only instead of seeing Kitten getting fucked by some random dude as revenge porn for some slight, it was a video of me fucking Hinata. On the floor. Which we hadn’t done since Hinata lost her virginity. 

Which meant that there were cameras in the house and had been the entire time. 

And that meant Kitten had known about Hinata and Neo since before she arrived. 

That was mildly alarming. 

"Huh," I muttered, closing out of the video as my mind turned over that revelation. Kitten knew about Hinata and Neo before she arrived. But she pretended not to. Why would she do that? I didn’t have the faintest clue. What could she possibly gain by playing ignorance of their presence? And, better yet, I needed to find those cameras. I didn’t like the idea of being watched. 

Another message popped up, one filled with emojis, and that told me who it was from. Neo had Kitten’s phone. The message was: A hand. A collar. A cat. 

I’m taming your pussy. Or Kitten. 

“Huh,” I muttered again, mulling that over for a moment. Was I being NTR’d? Except Neo was also making passes at me. We hadn’t had anything behind that initial encounter, but she was dropping hints that she was interested. The only reason we hadn’t done anything was simply a lack of time -- between learning magic, practicing chakra, ensuring the success of my business, and fucking both Kitten and Hinata, even with an additional eight hours, there wasn’t enough time in the day. 

I pursed my lips, my thumb tapping out a message. Time to test the waters and play the game: Have fun, but you’re going to be punished for playing with things that aren’t yours. I pressed send, satisfied with the response.

Like all girls, Neo was a phenomenally fast texter so it only took a second to receive my reply: A hand. A collar. Neapolitan ice cream. A kitten. 

I cracked a smirk as I puzzled out the message. “You want me to tame your pussy?” I spoke aloud, realizing that I was going to have to make time for Neo after this. Honestly, I probably neglected her too long, which is why she was acting out. She seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of me. As if to prove the point, I got a video. 

Mascara running down Kitten’s face, her eyes filled with lust as it looked like Neo took the picture mid facefuck. A sizable dildo buried in Kitten’s throat as she was tied to the bedboard. She gagged on the fake cock but as harshly as Neo was thrusting into her mouth, Kitten was meeting those thrusts.

Okay. How about this: Everything you do to her, I’ll be doing to you as punishment. 

Again, the reply came a moment later: A kissy winky-face. A few hearts. 

So, it was less Neo trying to NTR me and more of a girl I was going to fuck fucking a girl I was already fucking.

“Are you a sadist to a masochist?” I wondered, tossing my phone to the side as I continued to make donuts. 

I tapped on the shifter, sprinkling powdered sugar on top of them. My stomach was full to bursting because of constant snacking thanks to having to taste everything to ensure quality. I hadn’t screwed up once, but my company was still too new to risk anything. And if that meant I had to eat a dozen donuts every hour, on the hour, then that was just a sacrifice I had to make. 

“Is something wrong, Nero?” Hinata questioned, standing at the doorway. After a couple of days, I was getting used to her getting the drop on me. I’m pretty sure that she intended it as training, but I was rapidly learning that it was just easier to always assume that she could see me and that she was there even if I couldn’t see her. 

“Eh, it depends on how you define wrong,” I admitted with a shrug of my shoulders. “Neo and Kitten are hooking up. And they saw fit to inform me,” I told her. Hinata blinked at that, faintly surprised. Ever since our talk a couple of days ago, there was an elephant in the room whenever Kitten was brought up. Hinata seemed okay with me sleeping with Kitten, but we hadn’t taken the next step to actually do something together with Kitten. 

Mostly because I didn’t think Kitten was into girls. Goes to show what I know about anything. 

“Oh,” Hinata muttered, shifting from foot to foot. “Are...you okay?” 

The question caught me off guard, but I guess it shouldn’t have. “Yeah, I’m good,” I told her honestly. It was actually kind of surprising how little I cared. I guess I built up a better emotional wall between me and Kitten than I thought. I can’t say it was a bad idea, even if I had probably pushed things in this direction. 

Hinata tried not to look too doubtful and failed spectacularly, so I flashed her a smile as I closed a box over the dounts. “I’m fine. Seriously. I’m not dating Kitten or anything like that, and we’ve established that there are no strings attached. Kitten is free to do whatever she wants to.” Because sleeping around went both ways.

There was a beat of silence that would have been broken by Hinata speaking, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the garage door opened. She glanced over to take a look at the car that was pulling in and I took the time to do the final touches on the stacks of pastries and other baked treats. 

The stack was growing larger by the day. A week into starting my business and I was already making a profit. Every customer so far had put in other orders, and we had five stars on every review app that we were listed under. If things continue as they have, then by the end of the month I’d be racking in the dough. 

I couldn’t wait. 

“Hello there Boss Man,” Melvin greeted me with a friendly smile as he walked up. I sort of expected to be some kind of attitude change now that he had the job, but so far Melvin  was proving to be even friendlier now that I’ve followed through on getting him a better job. Melvin  turned to Hinata, giving her a smile, which Hinata was compelled to return. He was just that friendly of a guy. “I swear that pile gets bigger every time I see it,” he commented, looking at the table with the deliveries. 

“That’s the goal,” I said, sliding the relevant paperwork to him. Melvin  looked it over, making a face as he shook his head. 

“I swear, I might not need that gps for some of these folks,” he commented, earning a grin out of me as he recognized several addresses. Then he glanced at me, a faintly nervous expression on his face before he threw on an easy smile. “So, sir, I was thinking that since the company is hitting the ground running, we should try to capitalize on the momentum.”

I was having flashbacks of being on the opposite end of this conversation. Not this exact conversation, but trying to be the go-getter that goes the extra mile in everything. Constantly chasing down that pay raise or promotion like a bloodhound. I was having flashbacks of the shit shifts that I volunteered for because I knew no one wanted them and because it would earn me brownie points with management. 

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, deciding to hear out whatever he had to say. And no matter how stupid it might be, I would listen because that’s the kind of boss I wanted to be. 

“Well, we have a bunch of repeat customers, and they’re going to spread Dragonfly Express’s name through word of mouth, but maybe we could try to spread the word with advertisement? Or some kind of promotion. Something that really brings people’s attention to us,” Melvin  said, and, you know what? That was a great idea. 

“I like it,” I said with a nod of my head, mulling it over. “I was thinking of going with a soft opening, but we’re doing a lot better than I expected.” I wanted to do the soft opening since it would give me time to expand my chakra reserves, but he wasn’t wrong when he said that we should capitalize on the momentum. It would be better for the company overall, and my reserves were expanding. “Thank’s Melvin.”

Melvin lit up like a Christmas tree, “that’s really awesome to hear, and I’m just glad that I could help! Hopefully soon, it won’t just be running deliveries.” 

And with that, he took the deliveries and headed out. Hinata waved him off, giving me a small smile. “He seems very happy to be working for you,” Hinata observed while I thought about what I could do to kick things into the next gear. My gaze landed on an extra box of pastries and an idea began to form in the back of my mind. 

“He’s a good guy,” I agreed, hoping that if Marvin did have secret plots to usurp me from my position as CEO then Hinata would pick up on them. “And he’s probably right about pushing things along...but how far away am I from the shadow clone technique?” I asked, looking at her. Hinata was in on my plan to use clones as free labor, having volunteered the technique when I was fishing for a technique that would fill that role. 

Veins around her eyes bulged as she checked out my chakra system. They faded after a moment, a faintly worried expression on her face. “Your chakra reserves have grown considerably. Have you been keeping up with your chakra control exercises?” She asked, not answering the question. 

“Yup. I don’t think my control has gotten any worse, but I’m not sure I would notice if it had. I can still walk on water easily enough,” I confirmed with a nod. If anything, Hinata looked more worried, but she nodded back at me. 

“Your reserves have reached a point that you could create one shadow clone. Any more than that, and you’ll put your life in danger. I also doubt you would be capable of performing any other jutsu after,” Hinata said, sounding like she thought it was a bit too early. “But, before you learn the shadow clone jutsu, you should learn the basic three.” 

I was starting to recognize that tone as the ‘sensei’ tone. Meaning whenever she made a suggestion, it really wasn’t a suggestion. Though, I wouldn’t have said no anyway. I was waiting to learn those techniques, the only thing stopping me was Kitten, and she was currently getting fucked by Neo. If there was ever a time, then it was now. 

“Sounds good to me. Could we start now? I have some stuff I have to do later today,” I asked, earning a firm nod from Hinata as she settled into teacher mode. 

“We can learn down here,” Hinata decided, gesturing for me to follow her. I did, thinking it was a good idea. I got enough of Kitten’s screaming when I was in the room, and didn't want to deal with it echoing throughout the house. Hinata led me to a small area that we could work within the garage. “Do you remember the hand signs for the basic three?”

She waited for me to nod before continuing. “Performing a jutsu is more than just molding your chakra in a certain way. It’s the foundation, but also an important part is internal visualization. Picture in your head what you wish to do. One helpful way to better picture the end result is to vocalize the technique. For now, I would like you to perform the clone technique.”

Nodding, my hands clasped together into a ram hand-sign. Unlike before, when I saw Hinata go through hand signs, I actually understood what was going behind the scenes. I molded my chakra internally, feeling it channel from my stomach into the palms of my hands as the jutsu took shape. All the while, I did what she said. I was forced to set aside my PTSD of my cringy mega-weeb days -- back when I was the kind of weeb that made other weebs cringe from secondhand embarrassment. 

“Clone jutsu!” I wanted to fucking die as I said those words, but I had a clear picture of what I wanted. 

There was a puff of smoke next to me and I looked over in amazement to see myself standing right next to me. It was great, nearly perfect at a first glance, but the longer I looked at the illusion staring blankly ahead, the more it looked off. The skin was too smooth -- no pores or small hairs, and there were a bunch of details that weren’t there. Like my white long sleeve was lacking any kind of visible texture beyond being the color white, or the button on my pants was completely blank. 

“It’s a very good first try, Nero,” Hinata encouraged before I could say anything discouraging about it. I knew it would be more complicated than just picturing it in my head, but it would be a lie to say that I didn’t picture myself doing the basic three on the first try. “The proportions are corrected, as is most of the coloration. You can learn to add details. I’m very impressed.” 

My gaze lingered on my face for a moment before I dismissed the illusion. “I’ll work on it,” I decided. I needed to start imagining in higher detail. Not just for the illusion, but because of my other abilities as well. My black flames were seeing progress but my white flames were stalling out because it was a lot harder to create things than it was to destroy them. Which was fitting, I guess. “What about the other two?”

Hinata flashed a hand sign for me to copy, which I did. “For the transformation jutsu, the same basic principle applies. Only the transformation is over you and you must picture yourself fitting inside of the transformation. It’s more difficult the smaller the object, but once you master it then you can disguise yourself as anything. Now, you try. Transform into anything that you like.”

I nodded, taking a look at Hinata before I molded my chakra. There was another puff of smoke as the technique took place. Instantly, I noticed the difference in height. I was around 6’5, and Hinata was about a foot shorter than me. But, other than that, there was no real difference. I felt as normal as I ever did, which made the entire thing a little weirder than it otherwise would have been. 

“You’re still missing some significant details, but you’re doing very well,” Hinata praised, sounding like she meant it. Though, there was a note of concern in her voice. “It is a basic technique, but it can take years to master. For your first try…” she trailed off, her smile becoming a little stiff, but I wasn’t exactly sure why. 

“Maybe it’s because of my magic?” I asked, offering a helpless shrug because I didn’t know what else it could be. “Raven said I was naturally talented with it, so...I don’t know. Maybe that talent extends to chakra manipulation?” Hinata seemed to consider it, and I think the only thing stopping her from arguing that was the fact she didn’t know what it was like to have magic. 

“Possibly,” she allowed. “Your reserves have expanded rapidly. Before, your chakra network was less developed than a civilian's, and now it resembles a genin's. It's only been a week...that kind of progress is unheard of, Nero. I've never seen anything like it," Hinata told me, her words echoing Raven's. 

"I wish I had an explanation for you, but I don't know," I admitted, making Hinata blink after a moment before she shook her head. 

"I'm sorry, that made it sound like I was blaming you," she reassured. "I think it might be connected to your magic and other forms. Chakra is the blend of physical and spiritual energies and once I awakened your chakra, those energies belonging to your base form have rapidly increased your reserves. I'm very glad you've continued to practice your control exercises because if you hadn't, it would be very difficult for you to regain any fine control." 

I was glad she wasn't suspecting me of anything underhanded, and her explanation made sense to me. "So it's going to be something I constantly have to keep an eye on." That was kind of annoying. 

Hinata offered a small grin. "You will until your chakra reserves level out. But with a shadow clone, you can regulate that kind of training to it," she pointed out, dangling the carrot in front of me. 

"Do you use it for that?" I asked because that revelation about the shadow clones always reeked of being an asspull. 

"I do," Hinata confirmed with a nod. "It's an uncommon tactic for those around chunnin rank or higher. The biggest holdback is the intensive chakra requirement and the clones only work as hard as their creator. If you try to delegate all of your training to clones while you read a book, then once you've dispelled them you'll find that they accomplished nothing. Or worse, inadvertently sabotage you with their inherent laziness." 

"Huh," I mused. That was different. From what I remember Naruto was stated to be the only one that could train like that. Or did it only apply to that scale of what only Naruto could do? Food for thought, I guess. 

"Lastly is the replacement jutsu," Hinata said, deciding to move on. "It's both the simplest and most difficult to master. To start, I want you to make the dog hand sign, but I won’t consider you performing this technique successfully until you can do it without hand signs. That second could be the difference between life and death in a battle,” Hinata stated, her tone almost uncharacteristically stern. 

Her gaze lingered on me for a second to make sure I was taking this seriously before she continued. She pulled out a scroll, unfurling it and with a puff of smoke, there was a rubber training dummy standing next to her. “To put it simply, imagine yourself where the dummy is and the dummy where you are-”

I did exactly that, and something went wrong. One moment I’m standing there, braced for the sudden shift in perspective and the next I'm face planting into the hood of a car. I heard the dummy crash into a tool rack I was standing beside. I groaned, picking myself up and making sure that I hadn't dented to good, and it was only when I saw that I hadn't I realized that hadn't hurt at all. Like, it did a little bit but not anywhere as much as it should have. 

"Are you okay Nero?" Hinata asked as I got off the car, sounding concerned. I gave her a thumbs up to show that I was okay. "That can happen the first couple of times. I'm sorry I didn't want you." 

"It's all good," I dismissed the issue with a wave of my hand. My gaze landed on the dummy that landed on the tool bench. 

"Practice makes perfect, I guess,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. As I went to grab the dummy to continue doing exactly that, maybe outside so I wouldn’t end up breaking anything expensive, I heard my phone go off where I had tossed it. Hinata glanced inside, prompting me to say, “could you grab that for me? My hands are full.”

As I started to bring the training dummy towards the stairs, Hinata walked out of the kitchen, her expression noticeably unreadable. “You have a message from Raven asking you to come to Titan’s Tower. This was the image attached.” Hinata said, holding up my phone so I could see the picture. 

The picture was a POV picture of Raven laying down on a bed with dark blue silk sheets. Her cleavage was on display, clad in a dark gray and black bra, leaving her flat stomach bare. She wore a matching set of dark lingerie that protected her modesty, if only barely. Her thicc thighs were on display, attached to her panties with a band and a hook, while they were attached to a band that went around her stomach. 

I guess I didn’t have to question if Raven was interested, I thought to myself as my eyes somehow managed to tear themselves away from the screen to look into Hinata’s eyes. 

Well… this was awkward.