Fever

It was like an electric shock that suddenly assaulted the pro hero's body, but far from being painful, it was pleasant, even pleasurable. Both her brown skin and white fur instantly prickled, and her heart, which almost always beat rapidly, seemed to have tripled its workload.

«HE'S A MALE » a voice in her head said out of nowhere.

Seeing that young man made her feel uncomfortable and good at the same time, which confused her quite a bit. Still, she tried to maintain control of this strange situation with a confident smile.

"It's good you're okay, kid. No offense, but for a moment there, I thought you were a boy"

The young man, still on the ground, blushed, not because of Mirko's words, but because of her presence. She noticed how the boy's gaze traveled up and down with the speed of a stalker.

"Don't worry. It's because of my height, right? It happens to me often," said the little hero as he stood up, but now with his eyes fixed on Mirko's breasts.

«He's short, he's probably fantasizing about me... mmm,»the rabbit wandered in her mind.

«BUT YOU LIKE IT WHEN I DO IT?» the voice intervened again, leaving Mirko bewildered by such strange thoughts.

It wasn't the first time she'd encountered a slob who ogled her; every now and then, there was a pervert wanting to see more of her figure. But what made this encounter different was the strange reaction that boy had within him; a part of her wanted him to keep seeing her.

She didn't understand; his appearance was far from attractive, and just by looking at him, she knew he was one of those weak heroes who were far from elite. He didn't look at all like the kind of man she'd want to be with.

“Okay, I think it's time to take care of this villain,” Mirko said, turning to the **** man, trying to distract herself from her discomfort.

“Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of it,” the little boy jumped excitedly.

He hurriedly ripped off several of the purple balls he had on his head and sent them hurtling toward the criminal. The spheres stuck to the man like glue, wrapping themselves around almost his entire body.

“There! Now that idiot won't be able to take them off; they'll be stuck to his body until tomorrow,” the young hero said with a renewed air of arrogance that made him look quite comical.

«YOU MUST PRAISE HIM.»

“Wow, they're very useful for catching these criminals,” Mirko praised him without thinking as she looked at the balls.

Hearing this, a big smile spread across his face, and with a beaming face, he said,

“Oh, thank you... and thank you for saving me, too. I'm the Fresh Harvest Hero: Grape Juice.”

“Nice to meet you, I'm Mirko, although I think you already knew that, he he,” she said, posing in an exaggerated and unreasonable way.

«Why do I keep talking to this tadpole?» she thought, but the voice responded with greater emphasis.

«YOU HAVE TO LIKE HIM, YOU WANT HIM,» she said, as if a part of her had ideas of her own.

While these thoughts were going through her head, Grape Juice almost jumped with excitement like another of her fans.

“Of course I know about you, Hero Number 5. You're super famous, powerful, and incredible... Oh, I know, how about we take down this villain together?”

“ ¿ HOW ? ”

Note: As Bold's thoughts will have already guessing are Mirko's animal instincts that will encourage her to do things.