Mentor A Pervet

Lena drags herself out of bed, every joint in her slender body popping as she shuffles to the bathroom.

The mirror offers no pity, just dim red eyes, nothing behind them.

She brushes her teeth, yanks a comb through her black bob-style hair. Then throws on jeans and a black tee, a default setting.

She makes a beeline for the coffeemaker. Grabs a cup, and sets it on the small, round kitchen table.

The calendar full of red Xs hangs on the wall. She adds another and sinks into the chair, lights a cigarette, sips her coffee. It’s hot, bitter, and the only thing she looks forward to.

Lena side-eyes the newspaper. Today’s superhero-of-the-week glares at her from the front page. She snatches it, crumples the paper, and tosses it in the trash.

Then cleans, not because the place is dirty, but because she doesn’t know what else to do.

When there’s nothing left to clean, she collapses onto the couch and turns on her favorite anime, staring at the screen. Her thoughts drift.

My life used to be exciting. My superhero name was Crimson. I started at sixteen, but I loved fighting crime and saving people. The Department of Superhero Welfare turned me into a paycheck. I was doing commercials, appearing in movies, and endless interviews.

By twenty-four, I was exhausted, lonely, and desperate for a break. Crimson was a billion dollar brand. Time off wasn’t in the budget.

At twenty-five, my career came to an end. Ambushed, beaten, and thrown through a skyscraper window. It was a miracle I survived. A year later, my body is like new. But my life? It’s boring, empty, and I’m still all alone.

That afternoon she stands hunched over the kitchen counter, her muscles tense with focus as she pours the foam. Careful movements and tiny swirls forming delicate leaves.

The phone rings.

Her hand jerks. The foam splashes, drowns the latte art and makes a mess.

“Nooo,” she groans. Already reaching for a towel, she dabs at the spill.

Her finger taps the phone, putting it on speaker. “What?”

“Lena? It’s Director Harris.” The deep male voice booms with authority.

Her body straightens.

“Director! Do you need me back?”

A huge smile on her face, eyes shine for the first time in months.

“I have a job for you,” he says, clearing his throat. “Will you take it?”

Fist held high, she jumps around doing a triumphant victory dance.

“Yes!” she shouts, bouncing on her toes.

“Great,” his voice softens. “Your mission is to guide and evaluate your replacement.”

Click.

Her smile dies instantly. She slumps into the chair, face in her hands.

A mentor? This can’t be real…

The doorbell rings.

She groans.

Her face twists in a mix of horror and disappointment. She drags herself to her feet. Every step feels like dead weight.

“How can they replace me? I almost died for them,” she mutters under her breath.

Halfway across the living room, she drops to her hands and knees, crawling like she’s headed to her own execution.

With a heavy sigh, she kneels and reaches for the doorknob. The door creaks open.

Right there, in her face… a perfect butt. Pink panties hugging every curve… every delectable detail like they were custom made.

A sharp gasp escapes. She recoils, losing her balance, and lands flat on her back. Her nose betrays her, bleeding like a faucet. Her face red, eyes blank as she stares at the ceiling. Mind rages at the pace… too soon! This is yuri!

Yui Shimizu straightens. Silky pink hair flows down to the pink pleated skirt that’s absolutely not regulation length. Long legs, impossibly thin frame, and a baby blue shirt stretched tight over her large breasts that bounce with every tiny movement.

Big, sparkling blue eyes lock onto Lena, pink glossy lips curl into a sexy grin.

She grabs her backpack, steps inside without hesitation, drops it, and shuts the door behind her.

Then stands directly over Lena, peering down like a predator. “Crimson! Are you inspecting me?” She giggles like this is normal, then bounces away.

On the floor, Lena twitches like she’s dying.

Yui skips through the small apartment, flinging cabinets open, peeking in drawers like she owns the place.

She bounces back into the living room and beams down at Lena.

Lena's still flat on the floor, unmoving. Her eyes are X’s, mouth hangs open, a string of drool sliding down her cheek. Her brain glitches… We’ve skipped two seasons of pinky touching and gone straight to the forbidden fruit!

Yui sits, straddling Lena’s hips like it’s the only seat in the house.

Lena lets out a strange noise and starts backstroking across the floor, desperate to escape.

Yui rides along, giggling as if she’s on a carnival ride.

“Looks like we’re sharing a room! And the bed!” she chirps. “I’m so excited!”

Lena finally wriggles free and stumbles to her feet, trying to figure out what’s happening.

Yui drops into that classic anime girl pose, butt on the floor, knees bent, thighs open, somehow defying physics.

“It’ll be our own little romance manga,” she purrs, staring up at Lena.

Lena huffs, turns on her heel, and stomps into the kitchen.

She grabs her phone and jabs at it like it ruined her life.

It rings once.

“She’s arrived?” Director Harris answers like he’s been waiting to win a bet.

“You cannot be serious,” Lena snaps. “That’s my replacement? There’s no way!”

“You agreed to the job,” he says, voice firm. “Don’t let us down.”

Click.

Lena sets the phone down with a sigh. Closes her eyes.

Yui’s panty-clad bottom assaults her mind.

Her eyes snap open, head shaking like an Etch A Sketch, trying to erase the image.

She drops into the chair, and stares at her ruined latte. Takes a sip anyway. It’s cold and bitter, fitting.

Her head slumps onto the table.

I was the best. Now I’m running a daycare for a shameless pervert.

Light footsteps patter from room to room.

Lena clenches her fist.

Just do the job. That’s what I always do. It can’t be that hard.

She sits up, cigarette burning low between her fingers.

“Lena, do you have… found it!” Yui calls from another room, voice bright and innocent.

Lena sighs, then finishes the coffee in one gulp, and snubs out the cigarette.

She walks out of the kitchen, eyes scanning for the menace. No sign of her.

Then a drawer slams.

Lena follows the noise into her bedroom and freezes.

Eyes wide. Face flushed.

Yui lies on the bed in a scandalous pose, knees up, legs spread, Lena’s vibrator resting on the sheets between her thighs like it’s part of her performance. She reads a light novel in a dramatic, breathy voice.

“Her thighs trembled… slick and desperate…”

She moans theatrically, one hand massaging her breast.

“All I could think about was how sweet she’d taste if I pinned her against the kitchen counter.”

Yui’s free hand trails lower, fingers caressing the vibrator. Her back arches like a cat in heat.

“Mmm… Nya!”

Lena watches in pure horror, eyes locked on the mock hentai scene happening on her bed.

After a long pause, she snaps out of it, lunges forward, and snatches the vibrator from between Yui’s thighs. Then jams it back into her drawer.

Lena turns back to find her still lying there, lips parted, staring like she ruined her act.

She’s gorgeous, sexy, and a lusting pervert!

“Get off my bed, you perv!” she barks. “We are not sharing. You’re a superhero, so act like one!”

The manga falls from her hand, and she hops off the bed. She snaps to attention with a starry-eyed salute, cheeks flushed, and a bright smile.

Lena crosses her arms, trying not to look humiliated.

“Introduce yourself,” she demands.

“Yui Shimizu! Superhero name: Sugar Bop!” Yui declares, voice sweet and proud.

Lena squints. “Sugar Bop? What kind of ridiculous…”

Before she can finish, Yui launches herself forward and wraps her arms around Lena in a tight, bouncing hug.

“I’m like your biggest fan! This is gonna be so much fun!” Yui squeals. Her face nuzzles Lena’s boobs.

“HEY!” Lena tries to peel her off, but Yui’s already moving, slipping through her grasp.

She climbs up Lena’s body, clinging, crawling like she’s a jungle gym. Lena flails, trying to catch her, but Yui is always just out of reach.

Yui finally stops perched on Lena’s back like an adorable backpack from hell, hands reach around grabbing Lena’s boobs.

Squeeze.

Lena turns red. Her whole body locks up.

“AAAH!” she shrieks, eyes wide with horror. “Get off me!”

Yui releases her grip and slides down to her feet, landing softly like nothing happened.

She doesn’t look up.

Her head bows, pink hair falling forward like a curtain, hiding her face. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her skirt, tugging it back and forth in silence.

Of course. Now she’s shy.

Lena stares, jaw tight.

“Stay out of my room. And don’t touch my stuff!”

Yui shifts her weight, still not meeting her eyes. “But… what if I get cold?”

Lena points sharply at the door. “Out. Now.”

She doesn’t budge.

Lena growls under her breath, grabs her by the wrist, and drags her out of the room.

Would you live with Yui or Lena? Both?