Magik Knight shows back up and teases you both. Time to get the info on Lady Deathsmite's next target.

Unsurprisingly, Mike doesn't bother to interrupt you as you take over his shabby converted bedroom to get some sleep. You would've been happy to spend the whole night in bed with him and enjoy some cuddling, but his little stunt with Wushu Panda has scotched that. Panda, for her part, has taken over Daisaku's bunkroom, leaving the guys to sleep awkwardly on the couches in the messy main area.

It's probably for the best you aren't bunking together... you have some serious crime-fighting coming up and you probably wouldn't get much sleep sharing a room with that horn-dog. This is a whole new situation for you, but rather than being anxious about it, you're excited. You really are a superheroine now, you aren't in high school anymore. And that means you don't have to tie yourself down to a single boyfriend. The messy events of yesterday, both before and after you met the two vigilante guys, are perfectly normal. At first you thought being 'part of a crowd' of hot super-babes in a city like this would be disappointing, but it has its upsides: you can do what you want.

Well... no social consequences, anyway. In retrospect you really should've gone and gotten some condoms. Oh well. Everyone has one or two little slip-ups when they're finding their feet. You'll be fine... probably.

Despite the fact that you had sex several times you still end up waking up after a few hours sleep, feeling horny. You consider sneaking out to pay one of the guys (or both?) a pre-dawn visit... but...

"Mmm..." you murmur softly to yourself as your fingers explore your silky depths, tickling your insides while your thumb plays with your clit. "I don't want that... mmf... jackass to think he has me wrapped 'round his little finger or nothin'... He'll come crawling and apologize to me for letting that prissy bitch Panda distract him... and maybe I'll forgive him in exchange for some more time with that big thing of his~" Even thinking about the past day's events drives you wild with arousal and it's not long before you are bringing yourself to a toe-curling orgasm.

It seems like your prediction is vindicated alright, as when you wake up later that morning, you hear a knock at your door. "Whew... that was fast. Alright, I gotta play it cool... shoot him down if he tries to go right for it, play hard to get a little bit..." you murmur excitedly as you pull your outfit back on and step into your cowboy boots.

To your surprise, when you open the door, it's not Madman Mike nor Daisaku standing there... it's Wushu Panda. Just as you're bracing yourself for more bitchiness, the lithe Chinese girl suddenly drops down to her knees and bows so deeply that her forehead is touching the floor, laying her palms on the floor in front of you.

"Uh..." you say, taken aback by her immediately prostrating herself like this.

"I humbly request your forgiveness, Lynn!" Wushu Panda says in an anguished voice. "I made a terrible mistake!"

A smile spreads across your cute freckled face. "Ah, shoot, Panda... don't worry so much about it." you say. "I just met the guy, it isn't like we were an item or anything. I get the feeling we aren't the first girls to make that particular mistake." You gulp loudly. "To be honest I think I owe you an apology too. I knew you were taking an interest in Daisaku, I shouldn't have, um, led him off like that. At the time I was telling myself, 'if she wanted to spend time with the guy she shouldn't a' been playing so hard to get', but still, that was a real shitty move on my part."

"Huh?" Wushu Panda looks up from her kneeling-for-forgiveness posture, then plants her face back against the floor like she's giving it a kiss. "No, no! You don't understand at all, Lynn. We've both been behaving wrong because I carelessly used the wrong acupressure points! On you, and then after the fight, I did it to myself too to recover. It was only after I started feeling the effects later that I realized I might have done something wrong."

"Huh?" You're genuinely surprised now, and think back. "Oh, you mean that finger-poking thing you did to heal me after I got shot last night? What do you mean? It worked just fine, I don't even have a bruise today." you rub your hand on your shapely midriff, your white swimsuit outfit clinging so tightly to your body that the depression of your navel is ever-visible.

"I called my sifu on the telephone last night," Panda says. "And he had some harsh words for me over using that particular technique for something as simple as healing. Like I'd said at the time, it was designed to be used on men, not women, and the original purpose wasn't for healing, even though that's what I was using it for. The accelerated healing is just a side effect. The original purpose was to be used on older men, who had difficulty engaging in sex, to increase their virility."

"Ah, yeah." you say, still not sure where she's going with this. "Like that new pill that just hit the market last year? What's it called, Vi-aqua or something like that? I guess they didn't have that in ancient China, huh?"

"Nor would they need to swallow such toxic chemicals! Not the ones with a proper practitioner of the arts of qigong." Panda says. "But, my sifu told me that if a woman was to have it used on her, it would alter her internal balance and make her behave wrongly. Specifically, it might make her lose control of her urges. As my master said, a man has much practice controlling such turbulent feelings, even when they come intensely. But a girl or woman might be swept away by them and lose control of herself in dangerous ways."

You think back to how seeing Panda getting dildo-ed by that supervillainess Azura filled you with the urge to masturbate. And how, just a few hours after that, Mike sexually harassing you led to you fucking his brains out rather than kicking his ass like he deserved. "Oh." you say, putting a hand on the back of your neck. "That's..."

Wushu Panda suddenly springs upward, returning to a standing posture so quickly it almost makes you topple backwards. "Wonderful! I know!" she says, her dark eyes suddenly twinkling. She's wearing a wide smile like you've never seen before. "Don't you see, Lynn? Everything you and I did over the past day wasn't natural! We can't be blamed for it! It was all a mistake from carelessness on my part. So if you can forgive me for making such a novice mistake, we can forget all about it!"

"Oh." you say. "I... guess that is kinda a relief, ain't it? Heheh. We were being controlled by ancient Chinese magic, right? No heroine would've been safe around some lecherous guys in that condition."

"Yes, precisely!" Panda says. "Um - except for the crude, barbaric way you are describing my arts. It is not 'magic'. The human body naturally-"

"Yeah, whatever." you say. "The point is, no reason at all we hafta tell Ilyana about any of this, right? All is forgiven, Panda! C'mere, let's hug and make up."

Surprising her, you sweep forward and wrap your hands around the athletic martial arts heroine. She's not exactly short, but few women are as tall as you, so your tight hug ends up shoving her face down into your cleavage, while her own breasts rub against your upper stomach. She puts her arms around you awkwardly and gives you a pat on the back. "Um, yeah. Thanks for your forgiveness Lynn. But could you let me go, until you have a shower maybe?"

"Eeeek!" you yelp as you feel a hand sliding down over your lower back, caressing your hip, and giving one of your ass cheeks a squeeze. "Panda...! I... I didn't know you were interested in that kinda-"

But she speaks first and cuts you off. "GAH! Lynn! What are you doing? Get you hands away from there, we're both girls!"

Turning your head to the side, you see another set of cleavage, tightly confined by a black pleather tank-top. And you hear a musical giggle in a husky, feminine voice as the hand from before continues kneading and massaging your ass. "Oh? What is the matter? Aren't we bonding?"

"ILYANA!" you shout, shrugging off the sultry slavic blonde's grip and backing away from her. You can see she was putting her hand up Panda's skirt, and Panda slaps Ilyana's gloved hand away as well, her blush even visible behind her domino mask. "Where the heck did you come from?!"

"Yes, precisely." Magik Knight says with another throaty chuckle. It takes you a moment to realize she is making a pun about the hell-dimension that her teleport power routs through.

"How much did you overhear?!" Wushu Panda demands defensively.

"Nothing! I saw from down the hall that you two were having a nice team-building hug, so I came over to join, of course." Ilyana says, licking her lips.

"You could have at least let us know you were back!" you say, putting your hands on your hips. "We were worried about you! Or, me and the guys were worried about you, at least. I ain't so sure about Panda."

"Mmmm..." Ilyana stands there and keeps smirking insufferably at both of you. That woman has an effortless talent for striking sexy poses - you don't think it's even possible for her to stand or walk normally, every movement and pose of hers is so ostentatiously sultry.

"You... you sure you didn't overhear nothin' funny?" you say. You think it might give Ilyana the wrong idea if she gets word that you and Panda have had your natural sex drives temporarily cranked up far beyond normal.

"No - I was quite surprised to see you two getting along so well, and I simply did not want to miss out on getting to bond with both of you at once. Maybe we could make it a regular morning ritual?" she says.

"How about you make keeping your hands to yourself a morning ritual, Magik Knight?" Wushu Panda says. "And an afternoon ritual, and a night ritual too!"

Magik Knight just can't stop smirking smugly at both of you. "Mmm. Why don't you come out to the main area? I picked up blini from my favorite little bakery. And coffee. You two slept past noon, you know? And those two men are still snoozing cutely on the couch. Must have been quite a night."

"Chhhh-!" Wushu Panda balls her fists and sucks air through her teeth. You smile nervously and look away from Ilyana's piercing ice-blue eyes.

In the main area, there is a set of paper sacks on the table. Mike and Daisaku have apparently noticed their female guests are up and about and gone off to shower to make themselves a bit more presentable, as they're nowhere to be seen. Although you'd been bracing yourself for whatever foreign food Magik Knight had been talking about to be something disgusting, you are pleasantly surprised to discover that these 'blinis' seem to be buckwheat pancakes with cottage cheese on them. You'd prefer some maple syrup, but you'll take it. Despite your late-night chili cookoff, last night gave you an appetite.

"Mmmm. You two are positively glowing, you know?" Ilyana says as she leans on one elbow, staring at you as you start on breakfast.

You and Panda exchange an uncomfortable glance, but say nothing.

"You're welcome, by the way." Ilyana purrs as she stares at you.

"Oh, yeah. Th... thanks for pickin' up pancakes for us, M-K." you say, still wearing your awkward smile.

"Mmmm." she says. "And you can also thank me for giving you a free shot at that guns-blazing bull of a man who tied you up in knots last night, Lynn. Panda, you should learn from Lynn's example. I guarantee she had more fun than you did with the pretty boy."

Panda's cheeks puff out as she gets indignant. "I.... you...! That isn't how it happened at all!"

"Oh?" Ilyana said. "Did I understimate you, Panda? You struck me as even more restricted than Lynn. Did you let her talk you into getting tangled up in the bedsheets while those poor boys jerked eachother off listening?"

You bite your lip. "Shoot... I guess there's no fooling you. It's gonna come out eventually. You're, uh, half right Ilyana. I got a little out of hand last night. If that was your plan, it worked perfectly. I, uh, went for a roll in the hay with those guys..."

"Those guys?!" Ilyana's eyes widen. "Hahaha! Lynn, you slut!"

You feel a surge of embarrassment and indignation. Blood rushes to your face. But you know you can't win this spar. "Yup, that's fair." you say. "I hope I didn't drive a wedge between those guys' friendship or anything..."

"Then who gave YOU your much-needed stress relief?" Ilyana says to Panda. "Don't try and tell me you didn't get any. I could tell within a minute of seeing you. Were you someone's appetizer? Or dessert?"

Wushu Panda slaps her hands on the table. "How about YOU, you freak? You probably got into that crime gang's headquarters by spreading your legs for all twenty of them!"

"Ah." Ilyana nods knowingly. "So it was a jealousy fuck, after Lynn made the first move." Naturally, that makes Panda seethe and start mumbling curses.

"Now don't go poking at anyone's sore spots, Ilyana." you say in a conciliatory tone. "Me and Panda just patched things up when you saw us, right? We've come to an understanding. If she wants that muscle-bound clown for a boyfriend, I'll steer clear of him. Or if she wants to change her mind and let the polite guy take another shot, that's fine too. I just want everyone to be happy."

"CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT MY SEX LIFE PLEASE?!" Wushu Panda shrills so loudly that everyone in the building no doubt heard her. Blushing furiously, she shoves a gigantic wad of pancakes into her mouth.

Trying to defeat the awkward silence, you give her a gap-toothed smile. "Hey, y'know, that's a good point. How 'bout fighting? Let's talk about fighting for a few minutes. Panda, what kind of, uh, karate kung-fu style d'you think Lady Deathsmite uses, and what can we do that she'll be weak against?"

...

A little while later, Mike and Daisaku make an appearance. They're unusually clean and well-put-together, wearing proper suits.

"Gah!" Mike says, "These starched slacks chap my ass. Daisaku, you couldn't get our guy to agree to meet with us somewhere more casual?"

"He insisted it be in a very public place with good security, Mike." the short Brooklyn-accented Japanese guy says. "Considering how you treated him the last time, I'm not surprised! We're lucky he was willing to meet with us again at all. He only said yes because I said we were working with some League heroines and we'd be on our best behavior."

"Pfft... we shoulda just staked him out and waited for a chance to have a nice private conversation. I mean, the hero girls should learn some of the finer points of surveillance, right? I'm sure we could both show them a few tips." he glances over at you and waggles his eyebrows.

Daisaku looks mortified and elbows him. "Keep a lid on it, you fuckin' disgrace! And remember, our guy said no guns. Can I trust you to honor it, or am I gonna have to frisk you? And before you start the wise-ass routine, 'no guns' means 'no grenades hidden in your underwear' or anything like that, either!"

Mike claps a hand on the back of his neck. "Jeez, Daisaku, that was one time. You ever gonna let me live that incident down?"

Daisaku shakes his head and goes off to get the car, leaving you alone with Mike for a moment. Oops. Awkward.

"Um.... hey there, so..." You're in sort of uncharted territory here. After your rather un-adventurous teenage years, you don't know how to handle a conversation with a guy you hooked up with on a whim last night.

He bends down and gives you a wet kiss on the cheek, making you flinch. "Sorry, baby. I tried to score us some time together. But hey, we can relax and hang back after we help you take down the big bad girl, right?"

"M-Mike!" you say, pushing him away and blushing. "I'm just... can we pretend last night didn't happen, just for now? It's kind of throwing me for a loop. I'm not sure what got into me."

"I'm pretty sure I remember 'what got into you', Lynn." he says, giving you a wide toothy smile and wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Augh!" you bury your face in your hands and wriggle out of his grip again. You have to admit, you walked right into that one.

"Listen, it's just... Shoot. I acted badly. You know that I, uh, the copy I made of myself, went and had sex with Daisaku, right?"

"Knew? No. Surprised to hear it? Also no." the jolly, ultra-violent giant snorts, in good humor as always.

"Oh fer fuck's sake! You're impossible!" you screw your face up cutely and shake your head. "I'm trying to apologize, you dirty-minded gorilla! I didn't mean to make it awkward between you guys, or start a fight or anything like that. I'm totally the one who made the move so don't let it get between you. I'd never done anything like that before, and I'm not out to split up anyone's friendships or anything like that."

"Awkward? Fight?" 'Madman' Mie shakes his head and condescendingly rests one of his big, muscular hands on top of your head and rustles your short blonde hair. His voice is amused and condescending. "Oh Lynn, Lynn, Lynn... you may be a tomboy, but you don't understand guys very well, do ya?"

You pout and glare up at him. "...of course you ain't someone I can talk to about feelings. You don't have a sensitive bone in your body, do you?"

There's a pause. Mike tries, and fails, to suppress a fit of the chuckles. "Heh.... Heheh. Hehehahahhahah-OOOF!"

You're blushing furiously as you elbow him hard in the stomach and walk away from him. Yep, you walked right into that one, too.

....

The van pulls up outside a high-class hotel. "Alright. So, Magik Knight," Mike says from the front seat, "you're 100% sure Red Tattoo and his dirtbag crew bit down on that bait you gave them, right? They're gonna be volunteering to work for Deathsmite now, since she needs some muscle behind her, and the dumber and more violent the better?"

"Of course." Ilyana says. "Do you really think it was difficult for me to get those savage cree-minals to do what I suggested? All I needed to do was imply I was working with the Deathsmite girl as well. They were literally drooling at the opportunity."

"Over you, or over her?" Daisaku asks.

"Yes." Magik Knight tosses her silky blonde hair in a sassy gesture.

In all of the flirting (and more-than-flirting) and excitement, you've started to get an inkling that there's something a little odd about how Magik Knight has been approaching this situation. She was gone an awfully long time. And why was she so determined to go off on her own like that?

"Perfect." Mike says. "Okay. So this guy is the broker for every mid-level punk in the city who is trying to move above the street-level shit and move up in the underworld. He sells information and opportunities."

"What kinda guy is he like?" you ask, curiously.

"Oh, you know." Mike cracks his knuckles. "What is every crook who's too cowardly to pull of his own jobs and leaves the heavy lifting to other guys like? Cowardly, has a high opinion of himself, thinks he's a criminal mastermind, obsessed with indulging himself in every way he can. The kinda guy who lights a cigar with a hundred dollar bill. The kinda guy who's so low he could parachute out of a snake's asshole."

"Zhēn tǎo yàn! I hate the way you talk!" Wushu Panda huffs.

"Yeah, I get the feeling that your talents are best gonna be used not face-to-face with our guy, Panda." Mike coughs awkwardly. "I think he's really gonna rub you the wrong way. So, while me and the other two girls are meeting the guy, you and Daisaku are gonna infiltrate through the back and make sure he ain't trying to double cross us, and trip him up in case he gets cold feet and makes a run for it. Wushu Panda, you can knock some guys out without making any sound, right? Go ahead and do that to any bodyguard types he has creeping around. You'll know 'em when you see 'em - cheap suits and smelling of cheaper cologne, sunglasses on their faces and pistols in their pockets."

"So what're me and Magik Knight gonna be doing? This guy works with gangsters and supervillains, right?" you ask. "Why's he gonna want anything to do with heroes from the League of Propriety?"

Magik Knight slides up behind you and wraps her arms around you, taking your large, bouncy breasts in her hands and giving them a squeeze. "I can think of at least two reasons!"