You're gonna be bait...

You regretfully walk around the corner and, surprisingly, you recognize the guard. He’s the first trainer you fought. You also remember that he intended to make you give him a blowjob if he won. What a jerk! But the joke’s on him because you beat him and took all his money. Looking at him now, though, you kinda feel bad. Did losing his money drive him to a life of crime? He looks pretty banged up, too. Bandage on his face, holding his thigh in pain. Poor guy… You open your mouth to apologize, but you’re cut off by the guard taking the first word.

“Hey, you! ****, you’re not supposed to be- wait a minute. You’re that cute girl from a while back. Ha! Looks like joining Team Rocket’s paid off. I couldn’t make you suck my dick before, but now, I can get a lot more…”

He starts sauntering towards you. Clearly this is supposed to be trouble for you, but your guilt over ruining his life, and this persistent arousal, are all clouding your thoughts. He’s already pitching a tent from seeing you naked, and imagining his penis is making your head fuzzy. You have to swallow hard to avoid drooling, but you can’t stop the drool coming from your quim. As he gets closer, you fill with anticipation of paying him back for bankrupting him. He’ll probably want to bottom out in your subservient **** cunt-

“*KYA!*” you squeal as he grabs one of your tits.

At that instant, Professor Stump tackles the guard to the ground. She wraps her cuff chains around his neck from behind, pulling with a vindictive **** that doesn’t seem entirely necessary, even for trying to **** someone out. The poor guard taps the ground repeatedly, but in vain. In a few seconds, he’s ****. She then stomps his limp body several times, growling expletives and promising to kill him if he ever lays a finger on you again. A little overboard for knocking out a guard, maybe, but you can’t be picky about how people save you from getting molested.

Once finished, Stump gathers herself like nothing ever happened. “Good job Emilia. Let’s go.”

Was it a good job? You didn’t actually say a word, aside from squeaking when you got groped. But, if she says so… Definitely not like you were about to let him have sex with you or anything. Ahaha… You’d better clear your head. You can’t afford to clam up like that again!