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Chapter 7 by Cyberweasel89 Cyberweasel89

How does Momo react?

Sympathy

"Here."

You jump a bit at the voice of Creati.

"It's okay. Turn around. I'm covered."

That's the last thing you want to do, but you know better than to disobey the order of a Pro Hero during a Villain situation. You turn slowly, surprised when you see Creati with her hair tied up again... and wearing a striking red bikini.

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The garment struggles to contain her voluptuous curves, but more importantly, where did she... Oh. Duh.

Despite the red blush on her face, she smiles at you. "I'm the Everything Hero, remember? I can make more clothes."

You look at the blushing beauty's smile, and as it hits you how simple a solution that was... You can't help but laugh.

What starts as an awkward chuckle causes you to slowly bust out into a more energetic laugh. It seems to be infectious, since Creati also starts laughing, a hand to her mouth and the other atop her breasts as they jiggle and ripple with her giggles. As your laughter dies down, you wipe the tear from your eye.

"I... Wow. I'm dumb. Sorry, Creati. Dang, leave it to a Pro Hero, huh?" you say, still chuckling a bit.

She bites her lip, hands locked behind her back as she looks up at you. "Well, I'm only a Provisional Hero... But I appreciate your faith in me. Heh. Oh! Hang on."

She gazes into your eyes intently, causing you to blush. "What?"

"You need glasses, right? Here, let me!"

She reaches for her stomach and you watch as she pulls a pair of glasses from a light that appears there.

"This won't be an exact prescription, but... You're nearsighted, right? This should tide you over until you can get a new pair," she explains.

You glance away, scratching at your cheek as your face tints pink. "I... wow, I've never gotten a gift from a girl before..."

Creati's face flushes. Oh... Yeah, when you put it like that, that probably re-contextualizes it.

"Uh, a-anyway, here, let me just put these on, then I can take you to the police to get a statement," she hastily says, reaching up to slip the glasses over your eyes. You suck in your breath, prepared for the worst.

3, 2, 1...

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