I joined Miya on the pavement while I wondered about the future. She was scary, but when I took in her gentle, disarming smile, my worries seemed once again to evaporate, along with my thoughts. My mind basked in her presence, and I almost forgot everything that happened prior. Giving in to her just felt so right and good. It was irresistible, no matter how immoral it might be seen. I belonged to her, in her arms.

  The fresh air of a chilly summer evening brushed past my face, the st rays of light gring behind the urban ndscape. In the corner of my eye, I noticed a police truck, empty and parked on the side. At least their deaths were quick and painless, I thought.

  Miya still wore the bck shirt I'd given her. She raised the cloth and burrowed her face in it, delighted by the scent. Her defined midsection was fully exposed, and I also realized she didn't wear any underwear.

  I blushed, unable to resist anymore. I should've suffered from PTSD by now, but I didn't question why I didn't. Whether it was her doing or my growing obsession with her, it did the trick.

  The roar of a motor interrupted the moment. A SWAT van came into view. Tires screeched as they engaged our street, sirens still bring in the tranquil residential space.

  Miya stepped out of her trance and cracked her knuckles at the sight. I felt an intimidating aura develop around her as she took off her shirt and handed it back to me.

  "Like what you see?" She teased. She was naked, and my gaze said it all.

  "Good. Now watch this~"

  With a sudden burst that crumpled the asphalt, she broke the sound wall and hurled toward the armored vehicle in a blur. The collision obliterated the transport car.

  She remained unscathed, not a scratch on her skin from the carnage she had wrought. Shrapnel scattered down around her. Her clothes were in tatters, though.

  My witnessing of the scene didn't elicit the same reaction as before. It had been easier. This time, my heart was racing for her, not because of her.

  She triumphantly stood above the remnants of the wreckage. Some of the bodywork was red-hot and melting. Her eyes sought mine, and she beamed as she saw my beet-red face, mouth hanging in disbelief.

  Witnessing another glimpse of Miya's power—how she combined beauty, femininity, and unfathomable physical prowess—was almost too much. My heart pounded with a blend of awe and passion, and I couldn't look away from the super-cutie that now y fully naked before me.

  As she strutted back, maintaining constant eye contact with me, the residential street returned to its serene state. Meanwhile, I took a few steps back, feeling more intimidated than ever.

  Miya ced her arms around my neck.

  "A lot more will come. Make sure to watch it all, 'kay?" She pces a pair of binocurs in my hand, and the whole scene is so ethereal that I don't bother asking where she found them.

  "I think you'll get a better view from up there," she whispered, tilting her head to the rooftop of my ft.

  "Even up there, I wouldn't be safe..." I said, confused.

  She giggled.

  "That's where you're wrong. I can't protect your ears, but I can protect your everything else, Anon~" she said teasingly, "Even if you're right by my side during what's to come."

  "T-Then I'll pick the rooftop, if that's not too much asking."

  "Of course not, Anon~," she assured.

  Still dazed by the event, my eyes searched for blemishes or cuts on her ivory skin. I caressed her beautiful abs absentmindedly, trying to comprehend how she remained intact. I realized my actions too te as I looked up to Miya flushing red. One look at the delight on her face told me she was about to pounce. I hurriedly withdrew my hands and apologized.

  "It's too te to be sorry, Anoonnn~" Her words dragged on, her smile stretching from ear to ear. It's like she was on drugs, if drugs ever worked on her.

  "W-Wait—get me to the roof first!"

  "Mmmh? Oh, yeah... Come here, Anon~" She mumbled, love-drunk.

  Miya scooped me off my feet and carried me back to my residence. She sized it up and squatted briefly before leaping into the air. We nded on the roof with my shaking self refusing to let go of her for a moment.

  Getting back on my feet, I reflected on the recent events. It looks like Miya could indeed "fix" any trauma I'd experience. Perhaps I'd feel less if I were to check on mangled corpses now, though I'd never tempt the devil. That said, Miya had such a powerful presence in my mind that she'd fixed something lifelong therapy would not. Her overwhelming influence on me had me wondering if it wasn't supernatural; another of her powers. For all I know, she could have won me over without revealing her might.

  So the situation was this: I couldn't escape, and I shouldn't try for the sake of who knows how many. I'd turn a blind eye to everything, and she would be there when I can't manage. Hey, who knew? She might've just stopped killing if I begged her to. Well, once this little "war" was over.

  A shrill noise interrupted my thoughts, and we turned our heads to what looked like a military helicopter fast approaching.

  Putting all this into the back of my head, I wanted to cheer her on but was suddenly distracted by her mesmerizing profile. Miya's face, like everything else about her, was extraordinary. Her nose, which was slightly upturned at the tip, her curvy eyeshes, and her soft pink lips all exuded perfection.

  The helicopter noise shook me out of it, and I finally let out my true feelings.

  "Go! Show them who's the boss, Miya!"

  She hadn't noticed me staring. Hearing this, she looked surprised as she turned to face me, before a blissful smile illuminated her face as tears rose.

  "A-Anon, my love... This was music to my ears. I'm ecstatic that you love me back! I love you so much, so fuck-ing much~" She trailed her st words, closing the distance between us. I really wasn't hallucinating; her pupils were heart-shaped again.

  I took out my handkerchief to wipe the blood off her pretty face, as she relinquished into my touch.

  "You're MINE. Only mine." She assertively cooed in my ear.

  "And I truly am the best girl there is for you. You don't need anyone but me. So, we'll be together forever, okay~?" Her tear-stroked smile was brighter than the sun, and I wondered if she wasn't actually a goddess for a second.I nodded, gazing into her eyes, realizing I had been helplessly smiling too.Miya gently locked lips with mine, her tongue requesting access to my mouth. I obliged, and we eagerly went to explore each other orally. Her blissful moans were soft and full of affection. I had given myself entirely to Miya.

  We were in the throes of passion when she broke the kiss. She gently pushed me away and gestured for me to protect my ears; I barely had the time to put my earplugs in. The ground shook as she unched herself toward the helicopter. Her nding on the front made the machine sway back as Miya's fingers sunk into the composite armor. She eyed the spinning bdes above her; I couldn't tell whether she managed to grab one as they shattered when she raised her hand.

  She could have let gravity handle the rest, but she knew it would've been a waste with my eyes on her. She stood on the falling helicopter and, with a hammer kick, sent it into the ground.

  I felt the ground shake again.

  "It all starts here," I heard her say behind me, startling me. I was fbbergasted and didn't question how she got back there without me noticing.

  Perhaps Miya's powers extended beyond the realm of my understanding. After all the extraordinary things she'd done in my presence, she might as well have been an actual deity, for all I knew. I was eager to learn more about the scope of her abilities.

  Miya leaned to kiss me. I was drowning in bliss when she eventually broke the kiss, raising a finger to her lips as she stepped back to the roof's edge. Csping her hands behind her back, she winked at me and let herself fall off. I was just quick enough to see her graceful nding on the asphalt, one hundred and twenty feet below.