The villains aren't spared

“Stupid thorns! Where are they coming from!?” Roman Torchwick yelled as he walked through thorns somehow growing from the walls, his partner, Neo Politan, alongside him. They were travelling through this strange mansion, trying to find some “great object” that Cinder said was here. He sighed, as all they had found so far was dust, thorns, and somehow, swords that came from the walls, ripping Roman and Neo’s clothes and skin. His jacket had been torn to shreds, so he had discarded it, and now his pants and shirts were full of tears. Neo wasn’t much better, in nearly the same condition, though for her, you could see bits of her brown bra through the tears. Roman respectfully looked away.

They rounded the corner, and Roman growled as he took in a small opening through barbed wire on either side of the hall. They had to slip through them. With another growl, he turned sideways and started going through it, grimacing as the wires ripped apart his shirt and tore into his skin. Once he was through, he checked himself. His shirt was gone, and cuts were all over his upper body. He turned to see how Neo had fared, but gasped as he took in Neo, her shirt gone, fully exposing her brown bra, which had one strap cut, so one cup was hanging down.

“N-Neo, cover yourself!” Roman said, looking away, but still looking at her from the corner of his eyes, trying to stare at her face, not her chest. “Do you not care?!” he asked. At this, Neo shook her head. Roma stared at her in bewilderment. “Y-you don’t care if I see you like that?” Another shake of her head. “O-oh…” Roman said, at a loss for words. “W-wel, let’s keep going.” He tried to regain his cool demeanor, and turned, continuing down the hall. Neo smirked at his back, pleased she was making him so flustered, when he was usually so collected. Silently, she began undoing her pants, sliding them off without Roman noticing. Perhaps this was the chance she was waiting for. She could tell the mansion was using illusions to keep the hallways going, and was putting obstacles to purposefully strip them naked, so why not speed up the process? She reached behind her back and undid her bra, sliding down the remaining strap, and slipping off the bra, her nipples hardened from both the odd chill of the mansion and the idea of what might happen. She dropped her bra behind her, and she swore she heard a low, quiet laugh echo behind her. She hooked her thumb into her pink panties, and silently pulled them down, stepping out of them and leaving them behind, making a trail. She poised, and lunged, enveloping Roman in a hug from behind.

“What the-?!” Roman cried as he felt two soft masses press into his bare back. He quickly turned, breaking out of Neo’s grasp. He gasped as he took in Neo nude body which she was happily displaying for him. His eyes couldn’t help but shoot to her large breasts, seeing her nipples were hard, down to her stomach, smooth and flawless, down her hips, and to her hairless pussy. He quickly looked away, trying to protect her modesty. She grinned at him seductively.

“Did...did you take your clothes off?” he asked stupidly, and she nodded, her smile growing wider. “Why?” he asked. In answer to his question, she began walking towards him, her swaying hips bringing his attention down again. He stepped back, and she lunged, grabbing him and ripping off the rest of his clothes with surprising strength, leaving him naked as well. He tried to cover himself, but Neo grabbed his hands and pulled them away, licking her lips as she stared hungrily at his semi-erect dick. She lowered her face towards it, closing her eyes.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her, causing her to let go of Roman. A feeling like a hammer smashing into her skull ran through her. Then, it was gone. She breathed, and slowly rose, only to go wide-eyed as she saw that Roman was gone. She sighed in defeat.

“You.” a female voice said. Neo stood and turned to find a familiar face glaring at her. “It’s time for a rematch.”