Case 32: Decision.
In the cramped space, a dense swirl of pheromones ran rampant, veiled by a thin, measly curtain.
Moeka stood precariously, her frame pressed against the full-length mirror by Himeko. Whether because the Alpha was too strong... or she had become too weak, but Moeka found herself unable to resist the kiss. Rather, it came too suddenly for her.
''Mhm...!''
While Himeko was pushing Moeka a little forcefully, her kiss was almost too gentle—like plucking a petal of cherry blossom, soft and fragrant, yet behind it lay an ugly, clingy sort of possessiveness. A stark difference from Fumiko's kiss... and Moeka hated it.
She hated herself for being once again unable to muster up the strength to push away the person taking advantage of her. She hated her Omega self, always weak and submissive. Most of all... Moeka hated that she was enjoying this.
'If it's Miss Haruno...'
Such thoughts flashed through her mind, even for just a second, and she could not ever feel ashamed enough about them. Worse yet, her body was already reacting to this kiss, softening up as if welcoming the Alpha.
Himeko briefly retreated. She gazed at Moeka's reluctant eyes for a moment, then closed in for another round. Strangely enough, the resistance had seemingly decreased. After enjoying herself, Himeko gradually calmed down, pulling her consciousness out of this otherworldly daze as her sanity returned.
She embraced Moeka tightly, leaning onto her shoulder, ''I'm sorry, senior.'' She said painfully, ''I'm really sorry.''
Moeka, who was utterly confused herself, tremblingly replied, ''...Could you step back first?''
''...No.''
''...??''
The instincts as an Alpha had made Himeko's stubbornness act, yet it was all the resentment she felt about being seduced by this clumsy Omega that prompted her to stick with it. At this point, there was no way but forward for Himeko.
She perked up at Moeka, eyes round and sparkling like a puppy in the rain, ''Senior, I... I'm sorry I couldn't control myself. Even though you must have felt uncomfortable.'' She admitted, ''But I want you. I really, really want you.''
Affected by this heavenly charm and deception, Moeka struggled to fend off the pretty girl's advance, ''Even if you say that...''
''Isn't it unfair that only senior Uehara gets to do lewd things with you?'' Himeko pouted, preparing to tear apart the Omega's last line of defense, ''Do you... hate me, senior?''
''N-No, but we haven't known each other for long... besides, Miko is my girlfriend—''
''We can get to know each other this way, then,'' Himeko boldly indulged herself, planting a kiss on Moeka's neck, ''Look, we're already so compatible.''
''But my girlfriend—''
''Tch.''
''...?!''
Moeka thought she was hallucinating. That this puppy-like junior, who was always cheerful and innocent, could make such a mean noise. But... reality presented to her the girl's innermost feelings. Himeko was pouting, frowning, even grumbling at Moeka's continuous refusal, looking like a wronged criminal.
''Girlfriend this, girlfriend that... do you want your girlfriend or me right now?'' The Alpha pressed further, practically slamming Moeka against the mirror.
''You're being unreasonable...!''
Indeed, Himeko was being unreasonable, trying to squeeze water out of rock at this point. And yet, it was working. Moeka was flustered at the relentless attack, her mind a mumbling mess from the Alpha's pheromones and intimate skinship.
''T-Timeout!''
In the end, Moeka could only deliver a magic-infused slap onto the clingy girl's cheek, ending this strange endeavour at once. It took both of them more than an hour to properly calm down. As usual, Himeko profusely apologized once she snapped out of it, and the mood had somewhat stabilized, yet Moeka knew she had to address this issue right away.
''...''
Glancing at Himeko, who was walking beside her, drooping like a criminal on her way to trial, Moeka thought she could not leave it any longer.
''Let's quickly drop the bags at home,'' She said, ''Then we'll go to the lab.''
The pink woman's voice was unusually stern, so the little Alpha, already drowning in guilt, nodded instantly, ''Yes...''
'I'm done for...'
Himeko thought she was about to be executed by Fumiko for daring to touch her girlfriend. The whole way back, she was feeling beyond nervous and remorseful. Nevertheless, it was only right to accept whatever punishment came her way. At this point, Himeko did not have high hopes of staying with Moeka either.
A slow afternoon.
As the sun receded below the horizon line, Moeka and Himeko arrived at the lab. The facility was as busy as usual, brimming with haggard researchers and their assistants.
Standing outside Fumiko's working chamber, Moeka signaled Himeko to stay behind, her expression unreadable. The junior, still drooping, agreed humbly.
In truth, Moeka did not want Himeko to receive Fumiko's wrath. As the former's senior and the latter's partner, it was her job not to get herself into the kind of situation where she could have been taken advantage of. At least, she tried to take responsibility in that sense.
Confessing what had happened directly to Fumiko was also a decision Moeka made. She did not want to deceive her girlfriend.
''...''
Yet, surprisingly enough, Fumiko herself did not seem too shaken by Moeka's honest confession. Only a weary, suppressed sigh escaped her lips, ''Did you say she kissed you?'' Fumiko asked, approaching Moeka.
''...Yes.'' The Omega could not meet her partner's eyes.
''How many times?''
Moeka was a little confused, ''Huh? Um... twice.''
Right then, Moeka felt her face lifted before Fumiko curtly sealed her lips. The Alpha pressed on stoutly, invading her girlfriend's mouth with her tongue, easily dominating the Omega. Amidst the leaked gasps and muffled noises, she kissed Moeka breathless, stirring relentlessly until the woman could barely keep it together anymore.
''W-Wait—umfp—!''
Only a few seconds were allowed between the kisses. Moeka was forced to endure this onslaught three more times, released only after the fourth kiss.
''Hah... hah... hah...''
She could sense Fumiko's fiery emotions vividly through the rough handling. And clearly, Moeka loved it—both her body and mind. When she dared to peek up, Fumiko's cold red eyes came into view. It sent shivers down her back... in a good way.
Moeka obediently let herself be held by the Alpha, even leaning onto her willingly. After a brief silence, Fumiko finally spoke, ''I thought something like this would happen.''
''...What do you mean by that?'' Moeka quietly asked back.
''You saw it yourself—these magical girls get violent when they're aroused. Even I do. It's hard to control the runaway pheromones with a copious amount of magic fueling it. Trying to soothe that rage with a few teases here and there won't do anything.''
Moeka, feeling her partner's emotions swirling, hesitantly said, ''Then... what should I do? If they—ow!''
After flicking the Omega's forehead, Fumiko clicked her tongue, ''Do I have to spell it out for you?'' She made a face, ''You're the only one who can help those girls. Indulge them a bit. As long as the little brain of yours remembers who you belong to, I'll allow it.''
''But...''
''Didn't we already agree to this when we first marked each other?''
''I thought you weren't being serious... besides, you acted like you didn't want others to touch me, so I tried to...''
''I'd rather not, but neither of us has a choice here, you hear me?''
''...''
''...''
''So... you're telling me to go sleep with other women?''
Fumiko was, justifiably, somewhat annoyed at her girlfriend's indecisiveness. Squeezing her smooth cheeks, the Alpha sighed, ''Yes, Sherlock, and do you think I don't know how much you enjoy flirting with them, hm?''
Moeka's face immediately paled. Just as she could read Fumiko better, Fumiko could also read her better!
As if to get back at all the times the Omega cheekily called her a pervert, Fumiko sneered, ''Whatever shall I do? My girlfriend is such a slut.''
''Ugh...''
Moeka could not utter a word of refutation.
Complex emotions aside, Fumiko was still a little salty about that sly golden retriever. So, she casually suggested to Moeka, ''How about both of you stay here in the lab for the night? I have presents for you two.''
''...Presents?''
''I'm sure you both will like them.''
Somehow, Moeka could only picture the poor Himeko being bullied...