[Alcohol, Heat]

Hiro Fukano was not having a very good day.

It had all started when she showed up to work, and she was forced to spend it off duty. Because her doctor, and her boss, decided that it would be best for her to spend the time recovering after her last incident. Given her interest in making the issues that plagued the city disappear little by little using her own two hands, that was already a damper for her mood.

Then, of all things she could decide to do, she had to go visit her ‘rival’, the girl that had given her a headache and much more beyond that, Mikai Fushimi. Why? Because if she had to spend her day doing nothing productive, she might as well spend it trying to understand her more.

Why did she do that? She had to ask that repeatedly when they were walking together through one of Mimoto City’s malls, because the girl’s lack of proper smarts meant that it was incredibly hard to understand just what was going through her head. Which meant that she couldn’t possibly predict when she’d do something that would just give her problems, or something that would make her relapse back to her past.

...But somehow, that wasn’t the worst part of her day. No, there had been something way worse than that. Somehow, someway, they still got into trouble. Which meant that she had to fight alongside the idiot. That part hadn’t been the part that sucked. In fact, knowing that the girl had her back was a big relief compared to the last few times that they fought.

No, the part that thoroughly soured her mood was realizing how utterly pointless the fight was in the first place. Because the one that had started it wasn’t the big red oni currently blocking off the passage leading into the shrine on the outskirts of the city. No, it had been the icy girl that she had fought against once before. Because SHE decided to aggress on the oversized oni, Hiro had to whip out her abilities, despite the risk.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Even after that they had dealt with the corrupted versions of both of the girls from the Student Council, the fact it could’ve been totally avoided if the icy-haired girl had just asked the oni what the hell she was, and not kicked her in the thigh… That was enough to make her pop a blood vessel.

In fact, she was so angry that air was actively steaming out of her ears. She couldn’t restrain her emotions. Not even the herculean effort she normally put up would work in this instance. She was 300% mad, and there was only one person she could take it out on.

And it wasn’t the sandy-blonde girl at her side, whose eyes trailed after her as she started walking forward.

“Hiro? What are you doing?” Mikai said, blinking a couple of times. Weren’t they going to leave, just moments ago? They had dealt with Yuuki-senpai and Saeko-senpai, so they could just take them home and then disappear, right? Why did she go towards the big fun girl that hadn’t really done anything wrong?

The black-and-white-haired woman didn’t say anything, cracking her knuckles as she got closer to the big red Jõtaijin. The younger girl wasn’t saying the whole truth when she tried to defend the enormous thing, because she had definitely been responsible for at least half of what happened here. It was her sake that managed to corrupt the two into traditionalized mockeries of themselves, and thus she held some of the blame for their actions.

“You. Jõtaijin.” Hiro said as she stopped up at the massive red girl’s feet, putting one of her hands on her sole. “Why are you not trying to return to normal? If you have no reason to corrupt anybody, you should want to be your old self again.” She said, the steam pouring out of her mouth as she spoke, letting her fingers slowly caress the ridges on the underside of her foot.

The oversized Oni, the girl formally known as Azami Mizutani, stretched a little as she listened to the shorter woman. “Dun wanna. Yu-senpai’s fine with me this big, so I’m fine with it.” She explained, as she picked up her favorite gourd, swirling the thing around as she took a drink from it. Man, to think that she got a free drink with her transformation! It was the best thing she could’ve wished for.

“But your mere existence in this form is a danger to everyone around you, including that ‘senpai’ of yours! You could hurt everyone, if you as much as willed it!” The black-and-white woman argued as she grabbed ahold of that foot, nearly digging her nails into the soft flesh. “You HAVE to try and change back!”

Mikai looked more than a little worried at what was happening in front of her. “Hiiiiro! You shouldn’t do that! That’s what Yuuki-senpai did, you’re just making the same mistakes!” She shouted, hoping that the older woman would hear her. If not that, she’d at least be ready for something to go wrong.

“No, she kicked her. You said it yourself. I’m just aggressively persuading her to realize what she’s messing up.” Hiro replied dryly as she turned her head around, loosening her grip a little. She wasn’t totally senseless. She could listen to some reason…

Unfortunately, she had already done the terrible deed of angering the oni, as she was unceremoniously doused in alcohol poured straight from the gourd above her. “Quit playing with my feet! That’s for special occasions, and you’re not on the special list!” The oni cried out as she withdrew her feet and crossed her legs, pouring the rest of the contents of the gourd into her mouth as she ignored the two girls after that.

Mikai winced. Ah. There’s what she had been fearing. And now she had to deal with her rival turned into a Pawn, just like those two. “Hirooooo…” The sandy-blonde sighed disappointedly as she transformed into her armored form, letting the flames steam off her armor.

“Goooood ddaaammmnnniiiittt!” Hiro cried out as she was forced to swallow plenty of that alcohol, her eyes glazing over as she was filled with more and more of that foul liquid in a matter of mere moments.

The more she drank, the more pale she grew. Her suit unraveled, loosening and cupping her matured form as it was transformed into a kimono, not unlike the ones that the other two had been wearing when they faced off against the two heroines. This one just featured less detail, remaining a remarkably dull yet at the same time alluring white.

She could feel her body trembling with each breath she drew. It felt nice to breathe. It felt nice in general. Everything she did brought a subtle blush to her cheeks, and a rush of pleasure down below. All while she was forced to giggle, her eyes turning towards the girl that had been trying to warn her that this sort of stuff would happen.

Hiro stretched a little, letting her kimono nearly fall off from how loosely it fit. Yet this was not because her figure was too small for it. Especially after that sake continued to pour through her system, corrupting her from the inside.

If one were to take a look at her assets, it’d be easy to see that they had almost doubled in size, and remained as firm as possible. An allure that belonged to only the most elegant of women. Her posterior had met a similar fate, visible thanks to the kimono being partly opened at the sides. Firm and yet bouncy, a dichotomy that perfected its appeal…

“Feels so good…” The black-and-white woman giggled as she let her hand run through her hair, tying it all into a careful bun. Giving her a different sort of matured look that would appeal to anybody that wanted a taste of her sensuality. Especially the girl in front of her, packed inside that stuffy armor…

Mikai clenched her fists a little. Great, the sake had managed to loosen her up so much that it had turned her… well, into a woman that really needed some time to herself. Considering she was a workaholic, it kinda made sense that it would just do this to her.

“Listen, Hiro! I don’t want to fight you! Let’s just lie down and wait until you get all of that icky alcohol out of your system, okay? Just lie down, and we don’t have to do th-”

The heroine didn’t finish that sentence before she felt a warm hand pressed against her helmet, sinking straight through it and grazing against her lips. Somehow, the loosened mature woman had managed to sneak behind her when she didn’t even see it.

“Ssssssshhh…” Hiro whispered into the girl’s ear as she let that hand slide further down, the sake on her hand acting as poison that corroded her armor. “You don’t neeeeed to fight either, Mikaaaaai…” She giggled, licking her tongue up against that armor to make it go away. She wanted the cutie underneath it all.

Mikai felt her skin crawl as that hand ran against her, and the lick didn’t help either. It made her feel deeply uncomfortable. “Stop thaaat…” She muttered, her own expression turning a little loose. Why couldn’t she resist..? It was really easy to stand up to those two, why was this so different..?”

“Why should I stop, when you want it just as much as I do, Mikaaaaai?” The matured woman giggled as she let that hand slide all the way down to the girl’s privates, melting the armor away as she let those fingers stroke away at the hidden hole underneath her clothes. “Just let me handle it alllll…”

The lion-themed heroine’s armor melted away little by little, until there was absolutely nothing standing between the two. As it turned out, the alcohol worked as effectively as it did because it was essentially tarnishing her insides from the outside, due to how the armor worked. And that meant…

“H-haaaahh…”

That Mikai couldn’t even see anything, because she had already fallen prey to the horny haze. Her eyes were locked on Hiro’s, her body trembling with every touch. Every breath grazing against her skin was enough to make her moan. She was so sensitive, so tense. She wanted something to satiate her need… Something like her…

“You see, Mikaaaaai? You loooove it…” The thoroughly drunk yet absolutely seductive woman said, as she put her other hand on the back of the girl’s head and pushed her into a kiss, letting her finger sink into the lips below at the same time. Something to link the two feelings together, so that she would associate pure pleasure with this heat that the alcohol brought with it.

The younger heroine felt the traces of sake pour down her throat after they rubbed off on her lips, causing her eyes to turn even dimmer. She could feel the corruption pouring through her. And even if she could stop it…

She wasn’t sure if she cared at this point, the sensation of being toyed with by a comforting older figure like the woman she had come to befriend… Yeah. She liked it, for sure…

Mikai trembled back and forth as her school uniform wrapped around her, transforming into a loose kimono in the same style as the white one in front of her. And while it hung looser around the chest, as her own assets up there didn’t change much, it struggled to stay closed down below. Because all of the sexual appeal went straight to her bottom, giving her a different appeal from the one that had transformed her.

Now that they were both thoroughly drunk, there was only one thing they could do. And that was to let their lips meet again, and again, and again, until somebody’d find them…

And then, it wouldn’t be hard to get them involved in their passionate lovemaking, both of the loosened heroines happy to have more to play with...