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The hideout of the Fussy Eaters had a weak odor of instant noodles, mainly the Maruchan brand. The back of the instant noodle struck the wall with a dull thud and White Crow pinned her there by means of her forearm, at the same time removing her white crow eye mask.
“You keep running,” White Crow said. Her voice was quiet, precise, and sharp. She used the same voice with her teammates. “You keep talking about noodles like the world is a cup noodle. You think you can just pour hot water in and call it done."
Instant Noodle laughed, her voice breathy and sarcastic. "And you're still playing 'Hero', White Crow. Stop acting as if you're supposed to be a hero when you know that even yourself you're using your powers for the wrong side."
The thigh of the White Crow fitted between hers and Instant Noodle's knees went stiff as a result. She also hated that.
I don't hate you,' said White Crow, and then she kissed her as she always did. The kiss involved only teeth and biting; it was neither passionate nor romantic. Instant Noodle bit Mafuyu's tongue and reached for White Crow's collar with her hand because she wouldn't be the only one to lose her balance, pulling her closer.
Their clothes came off just as an argument did—the jacket of Instant Noodle first, followed by the thin shirt underneath. Finally, White Crow took off his gloves. The cold fingers of White Crow touching the cold skin of Instant Noodle made her tremble. When White Crow's mouth reached her throat, Instant Noodle whimpered, White Crow choking her in order to show that he was the one who really held the power there.
"Heroes never do that!" Instant Noodle said.
“Tonight I'll do it."
White Crow dropped to her knees on the scuffed tiles as if it were another mission. She hooked Instant Noodle's thigh over her shoulder, looked up once in an unreadable manner, and then placed her mouth on her.
It was not gentle, it was aimed precisely. White Crow ate her as if she were forcing something out of an Instant Noodle, her tongue going from flat to pointed and her two fingers working in as Instant Noodle's hips jerked. Instant Noodle's head knocked against the wall and her fingers twisted in White Crow's hair. It was so smooth and silky, unlike her own hair which was messy.
“Fuck you..!"
White Crow said nothing; she sucked instead, carrying out her action at a slow and steady pace, and Instant Noodle's voice broke on a sound which she would later deny.
“Give me more, please, don't stop, I need more...”
That had an effect. White Crow tightened her grip on her hip, holding her open and going through the first sharp climax until Instant Noodle was shaking, swearing and still asking.
"Please once more, I need you, don't stop, please..."
White Crow got up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and kissed the Instant Noodle so as to be able to taste herself; the Instant Noodle clung to her in a messy way, pleading to be taken into her mouth while White Crow's fingers took the place of her tongue, curling and continuing without relent.
“Say it,” whispered White Crow against her cheek.
"I want some more—please, White Crow, don't be good, just give it to me."
White Crow did so, and when Instant Noodle came back she pressed her face against the hero's shoulder, her sense of villainy breaking down into small, hungry sounds.
Given all that, the corridor was too quiet. The legs of Instant Noodle were unreliable. White Crow adjusted her cape as if nothing had taken place.
“When you next hide in a mall,” White Crow said, turning away at once, “Make sure you have better locks.” Instant Noodle slid down the wall, looking at Mafuyu with hatred and something else as well.
"The next time," she said, "Don't pretend that you came here for justice."