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When former captain Ryoshu transferred to the Welfare Team, Meursault's first impression of her was that she was a bitter, troublesome person. The first thing she had asked him upon hearing that he was her captain was: "How does the art look here?" to which Meursault didn't know how to answer her strange question until she scoffed and muttered something under her breath about how he was "B.A.H."
She had a strange way of speaking and it took Meursault a few days to begin deciphering some of her more usual phrases. It was interesting to say the least. Adding notes of her phrases in the margins of his usual paperwork and taking a moment to write down any combination of words broke up the monotony of his work day and he began to look forward to hearing a new phrase, a new abbreviation, to pick at in his spare time.
Ryoshu was also very talented with wielding EGO gear and weapons. He had heard before—when she was with the Safety team—that she wielded two EGO weapons, only to be left with the rusty revolver taken from O-01-12. She handled Solitude as though she had trained with it for years prior. At the beginning, when she was unfamiliar with the fickle and difficult nature of T-04-53's containment, Meursualt would take a second to keep an eye on her while she chased the abnormality to repress it with frighteningly deadly force. Slender hands gripped the rusty revolver and fanned the hammer at such speeds that her hand was a blur and the bang of all six bullets being shot was a rapid rata-tat-tat as though shot with an automatic weapon.
Ryoshu then turned around and shot at the foot of one of her clerks with no hesitation. Meursault sighed hard through his nose.
Troublesome.
She only became more troublesome as time went by and she became increasingly dissatisfied with what was being ordered of her and the gear she had equipped. White damage weapons didn't quite have the impact that other types had and even if Ryoshu wielded the weapon with proficiency, it was clear that it wasn't what she truly wanted. Meursault eyed the strange sword that was always strapped to her back. Something more hands on was perhaps more her speed.
"Hey," Ryoshu called out to Meursault, a smirk curling around the glowing cigarette that once was the gift from F-01-02. "A.U's broken containment. Heh. It's your turn to get a move on, Team Captain..."
She walked past him, her shoulder bumping against his chest, and whether it was an accident or on purpose Meursault's lips twitched downward slightly. Ryoshu paused and turned to glance up at him. He decided to hurriedly walk toward wherever T-04-53 had appeared to with long strides only for Ryoshu to follow him with quick steps.
"Oho…" Her smirk widened. "Was that a frown?"
The weapon in Meursault's hands shifted form, altering itself at his whim, the movement always caught Ryoshu's eye and she let out a low whistle this time as though she hadn't seen Meursault do it dozens of times prior.
"Ha." She took a puff from her cigarette and the exhaled smoke that escaped her lips was pitch black and ashy like a recently snuffed out matchstick. "S.A.I.D." Ryoshu muttered, low and with an odd sharpness in her eyes.
Meursault spared her a glance. That was one he hadn't deciphered yet but given her patterns and his own observations… She wanted something.
"I have taken note to address authorizing for you to receive EGO weapons that can inflict bodily harm." The faint aroma indicative of T-04-53 presence made itself known and as they rounded a corner, the pink, floral creature was there as though waiting for them. Meursault took aim with quick, practiced motions and shot scattering bullets toward the abnormality.
He and one other Agent managed to suppress T-04-53, all while Ryoshu watched from the sidelines. Meursault felt her crimson gaze burn into his back from where she stood. It burned and raised the hairs on the back of his neck yet he refused to be distracted from the suppression effort lest more casualties occur. But he was always aware of where Ryoshu was standing and how her eyes never strayed from him.
Once the suppression was over, Meursault turned to walk back to where he was working with T-04-50 prior to the containment breach. Ryoshu looked up at him and once again, bumped him with her shoulder, smirking.
"D.F.A." She said, just loud enough for him to hear when he paused. "N.S.E."
Ryoshu hummed and tilted her head up at him. "I look forward to it."
"To what?" Meursault responded, pulling a small clipboard from within his EGO suit pockets to scribble down the new abbreviations he just heard.
"More N.S.E from you." With a plume of smoke blown directly into his face, Ryoshu walked away from Meursault.
Meursault looked down at his hand where it gripped his clipboard with a white knuckled grip. He relaxed his grip and continued walking forward, a strange new bitterness welling up within his chest. It boiled within him yet it wasn't a roiling boil like rage, it was softer and slowly arose like lazy bubbles.
Maddening.
The behavior continued and had gotten worse. Not exactly in any way that would impede Ryoshu's work or the Enkephalin Quota, yet it seemed she was actively attempting to get a reaction from him by being pointedly difficult. Sometimes she outright antagonized him, such as stepping on the back of his ankles or blowing smoke directly into his face as she passed by him within the hallways.
Meursault was enjoying one of his rare breaks where he was able to tend to his wounds, both physical and psychological, when he picked up the ashy stench of Ryoshu's cigarette and her slow, confident strides.
"T.Y.A." She spoke each letter slowly with a sharp little smirk.
There You Are, Meursault translated internally as he turned his gaze toward Ryoshu. His jaw tensed at the sight of her as she approached him. Ryoshu stopped before him with their chests almost touching and tilted her chin up haughtily at him.
She blew smoke into his face again.
"Is there something you need of me, Agent Ryoshu?" Meursault asked, as calm and stoic as ever. Even if his left eye twitched.
"Oh?" She mused, her smirk widening, "S.I.Y.E, Captain?"
Ryoshu reached a slender hand up toward his face only for Meursault to snatch her wrist before her calloused fingertips made contact with his face. He might have grabbed her a touch harsher than he wanted or even anticipated. Ryoshu's eyes widened slightly then narrowed with amusement like a cat that had caught its prey.
Meursault's jaw visibly tensed and he let go of her wrist slowly. For a woman who relished in violent containment breaches (when they weren't T-04-53) and openly smiled at carnage and piles of gore that were once clerks, her wrist felt surprisingly delicate within his grasp. His arm dropped to his side and he flexed his hand slowly, thoughtfully, remembering the feel of her slim wrist in his large palm.
For a second, Meursault wondered how it would feel to have Ryoshu struggle in his grasp.
He inhaled deeply through his nose and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Ryoshu was staring up at him with a certain glow in her crimson gaze. It was sharp and intensely focused upon him.
His own verdant gaze met hers and his jaw moved with a grind as though he was chewing on the next words that were to come out of his mouth. This absolutely maddening woman that broke the monotony of his work day and got more troublesome to deal with as days went by, as her boredom developed, it was only a matter of time until she pointedly ignored her tasks. Or worse: her corrosion levels rise and he'd be forced to put her out of her misery.
The very thought of Ryoshu being gone made something in his chest ache.
"I ask again: is there something you need of me, Agent Ryoshu?" Meursault repeated, voice still steady yet his words were clipped shorter than usual.
Ryoshu tilted her head and glanced up at him from underneath long, dark lashes. She was beautiful woman, all things considered, with a doll-like face and her almond eyes lined with long eyelashes that fanned out over her round cheek with each blink. Her mouth, when not split with a wicked smirk, pouted around the ashy cigarette with a round, pleasing shape. Meursault never quite took note of that aspect of her until now when she was in his face.
"Just wanted to show off the N.E.G." Ryoshu brandished a pink and floral crossbow and Meursault was so focused on her face and on her wrists that he somehow missed that she was also dressed in a pink suit speckled with pink and blue, sickly sweet smelling petals.
That explained why she did so much work with T-04-53. Meursault nodded at her and raised an eyebrow slightly at her.
"I see. New EGO gear." A pause as realization hit just as Ryoshu's smirk widened into a truly wicked grin. "… T-04-53 has escaped containment, then."
"Bingo." Ryoshu said, so low that it was almost a whisper, and just as she confirmed it the alarms sounded throughout the facility of the First Trumpet.
Meursault stared down at Ryoshu and she looked back up at him as the sound of agents and clerks clamoring toward safety or toward the escaped abnormalities. She was beautiful. She was maddening. He wanted to do something about her behavior but he also wanted to see if her lips were as soft as they looked wrapped around the EGO gift turned cigarette. The latter part of that thought process surprised him for a second.
"Come to my office after the abnormality's been suppressed." Meursault muttered, narrowing his eyes slightly at Ryoshu. "I will meet you there."
She smiled in response. "A.Y.W. Captain."
Meursault charged towards another suppression effort against T-04-53 while Ryoshu sauntered away with a low whistle and a trail of ashy smoke. Given how he had been distracted for approximately 2.3 minutes, there were a few more casualties than he had anticipated. Especially when two more abnormalities breached containment and caused more chaos than necessary, escalating the danger to a Second Trumpet. It was fortunate that the other abnormalities were handled quickly while Meursault chased after T-04-53, feeling as though he was still being haunted by sharp, crimson eyes.
As Captain of the Welfare team, Meursault was given a few benefits. One of which was a small office. It wasn't anything special with a simple desk covered in paperwork in a couple neat stacks ranging from agent information to research notes of work results with various abnormalities within this branch of the facility and his own studies on EGO gear alterations.
Ryoshu was standing beside the door when Meursault finally approached after helping suppress the abnormalities. His body felt heavier and the sight of Ryoshu set his mind abuzz with something he couldn't quite put a name to. She looked at him from the corner of her eye and blew a gentle stream of smoke in his direction.
"Door's locked, Captain." She pushed herself off of the wall beside the door and crossed her arms.
"Thank you for waiting." Is all Meursault responded with as he unlocked the door with his employee ID and opened it for Ryoshu to step inside. She let out a short chuckle and stepped into the cramped office space. Meursault followed close behind and closed the door behind him, hearing the locking mechanism lock automatically.
Ryoshu immediately poked at the neat piles of paperwork and looked around the sparse, minimal office. She scowled. "B.A.H."
Boring As Hell. That one Meursault knew quite well considering how often she called him that. He stared her down and stepped closer to her, large hands coming up to wrap around her biceps to push her up against his desk.
"You. Have been difficult," Meursault muttered, bitterness evident. "You want something from me. What is it?"
"Hmm…" Ryoshu hummed, looking much too amused, and even squirmed a little to test his grip on her arms. "Bored. Wanted to know what it would take to M.T.S.C."
"Is that it. Just wanted to get a reaction from me?" He narrowed his eyes at her and Ryoshu met his stern glare without fear.
"Yes."
Meursault tightened his grip on her and she let out the smallest gasp from the bruising grip he had on her. That's when a wicked idea came to his mind. If Ryoshu was hellbent on acting like a child, causing problems simply for her entertainment and for attention, then he was going to treat her like one.
He sat down in his office chair and, with his grip still on Ryoshu, man-handled her to be bent over his knees. She went down with a gasp and when she noticed the position she was in, she struggled and kicked.
"Oh, F.O. Let go of me." She hissed out.
Meursault didn't respond. He grappled with her until he had both of her slim wrists in his grasp pinned against her lower back. She still kicked and squirmed, forcing him to pin her legs down with one of his own. His free hand raised up and landed a harsh smack against her clothed backside.
The strike seemed to freeze Ryoshu and pause her squirming for a second before it renewed with fervor. "Get. Off!"
"No." Another smack. Ryoshu growled and her face flushed. "This is your punishment."
"Hah!" Ryoshu barked out a harsh laugh and shook her head. "P.F.A.A."
Another smack then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her new pink slacks. "I do not particularly fantasize about this." Until now. "Yet your behavior has proven to be childish which begets a childish punishment."
He yanked her slacks over her pert ass and down to her knees, exposing utilitarian black briefs. For how petite Ryoshu was, her ass was perky and as he ran his palm over her, the flesh fit nicely in his hand. Meursault raised his hand and delivered another smack. With one less layer, it stung and pulled a sharp gasp from Ryoshu.
She squirmed in his lap still yet didn't fight back as viciously as she did before. Meursault delivered five more harsh smacks onto her ass before he grabbed the hem of her underwear then paused. It was one thing to act upon his impulses to punish Ryoshu, it was another to bare her bottom half completely as her superior.
"… If you want this to stop, say stop." Meursault said to her, voice steady and low.
Ryoshu stopped her squirming and she looked over her shoulder with a severe glare aimed at him. Her face was flushed bright red and her lips were pulled down into a bitter frown. Then, she turned her face away from Meursault and her back arched to press her ass more into his grasp. She might as well had presented herself to him.
This was what she wanted.
Meursault yanked her underwear down to join her pants and he stared down at the bared skin revealed to his gaze. Her ass had turned pink from the clothed spanks he dealt to her and it dawned on him how much smaller she was compared to his bulk. He laid a hand across her ass and gently groped one cheek. A shaky exhale escaped Ryoshu and she squirmed.
"Hah." She chuckled. "Is that it?"
He ignored her and continued his exploration, eyes glued to her surprisingly soft skin, until his hand raised and he delivered a harsher smack across her ass. Ryoshu stiffened in his lap and bit back a whimper. Her hands clenched into fists and she tested the grip Meursault maintained on her wrists, only for him to tighten his grip at the first sign of a struggle.
"Is this enough? Is this what you wanted?" Meursault asked as he landed another smack onto her ass.
"Was this what you wanted from me?" Another, harsher smack this time alternating to ensure both cheeks received the same treatment. Ryoshu let out another choked off sound, biting down on a gasp, then chuckled breathlessly.
"N.T.E. But I'll T.W.I.G." She squirmed in his grip again as though attempting to break his hold on her and Meursault landed a hard smack onto where her ass met her thigh. The fresh sting had Ryoshu hiss through her teeth and she bit her lip.
She shot a sharp glare at Meursault from over her shoulder. "Don't take it easy on me. G.A.O."
Meursault narrowed his eyes at her. If this was what she truly wanted, then so be it. He wasn't going to hold back. He landed blow after blow until her ass was burning red, almost purple, and Ryoshu was left shivering in his lap. He stared down at the abused flesh and gently smoothed his palm over the skin. His own palms were tingling. At the first gentle touch to her skin, Ryoshu flinched then arched her back prettily with her thighs parting in invitation.
Ryoshu chuckled huskily. This wasn't exactly what she had in mind when it came to seeing how far she could push her ever stoic Captain but she certainly wasn't complaining. This was much more entertaining than she had anticipated and perhaps her time with Welfare wasn't going to be as droll as she thought. Ryoshu swore she felt his erection poking into her side and that only made her grin widen.
Of course, she'd received much harsher beatings, yet Meursault surprised her with the viciousness of his blows onto her ass. Her skin burned pleasantly on her ass while the rest of her body's nerves were lit up, buzzing with anticipation for whatever came next.
The first—surprisingly gentle—touch of Meursault's fingertips on her cunt made Ryoshu whine, her face flushing bright red at the embarrassing noise that escaped her.
Meursault's hand froze in between her thighs at the sound he never thought he'd hear come from Ryoshu and his erection made itself known as he throbbed within his pants. He heard his heart pound within his chest and for the first time since joining Lobotomy Corporation, the urge for pleasure seeking came rearing its head.
She was wet. Arousal clung like dewdrops to dark curls on her unshaven pussy and he felt his mouth salivate.
He swallowed thickly and continued to explore, poking his fingers into her folds yet not fully entering her. She sighed as though slipping into a warm bath and nudged her hips back to encourage his fingers. Meursault frowned slightly and landed a smack right onto her cunt. Ryoshu jumped in his grasp, moaning loud like a wounded animal, and Meursault was for once thankful that his little office was seemingly soundproofed.
"S-Stop—" Meursault's fingers halted in their movements, "—fucking around and do something already." Ryoshu turned to glare at him, hissing her words out with her lips curled into a snarl.
He stared down at her and gripped her thigh, fingertips teasing toward her cunt. "Say please."
"… What." She muttered, incredulous.
"You heard what I said." His fingers teased closer and rubbed his fingertips over her clit, making her jolt in his lap.
Ryoshu bit her lip to muffle another sound. "… A.Y.F.S?"
"Yes." Meursault's gaze bore through hers. "When have I ever been not serious."
Her face flushed and she began to squirm and thrash against his grip though Meursault kept a solid grip on her wrists as she struggled. "Say please and I'll give you what you want." He spoke, voice steady yet there was a slight flush on his face and intense heat in his gaze.
Ryoshu kicked him wherever her flailing leg could reach. "F.U."
Meursault clicked his tongue and smacked her cunt again. She shuddered and dropped her head to hang limply. Her teeth clenched and ground together as her whole body felt hot with indignation. Slowly, she felt his fingers caress her folds with a barely there touch. Just enough for goosebumps to emerge on her skin and a shudder go down her spine.
"… Please." Barely a whisper.
Meursault hummed thoughtfully. "Again. Louder."
Cursing under her breath, Ryoshu clenched her hands into fists tight enough to leave indents of her nails into her palm.
"Please." A little louder, sounding almost too loud to Ryoshu's ears within the tiny office space.
"Hm." Meursault felt a surge of arousal and satisfaction blossom in his chest. Finally, he slipped one finger into her cunt and he bit back a groan. Ryoshu was tighter than sin and hotter than hell, her insides clinging onto one thick finger as her whole body visibly shuddered. He pumped his finger inside her just to feel her then slowly pushed another finger, hooking his two fingers inside of her in search of what he knew—anatomically speaking—was a good spot.
Ryoshu jumped, letting out a shuddering moan, and Meursault proceeded to thrust his fingers inside of her at a rapid pace. Each push of his fingertips inside abused the spot that pulled such shameless noises from Ryoshu, accompanied with the scandalously wet noise of his fingers pulling out and pushing in, it was maddening. His chest rose and fell with hurried breaths while his eyes roamed over her body as she twisted, squirmed, and shuddered with his touch. Each sound became more shameless than the next and then she laughed.
"Haha! F-Fuck yes…" She mumbled hurriedly like a confession and chuckled again. "Y-You gonna make me cum, Captain?"
Meursault suddenly pulled her up off of his lap, pulled his fingers out of her, and tossed her down onto her back on his desk. Finally, he got a good look at her face while she blinked wide eyed at him for a second before those sharp crimson eyes narrowed with something akin to contempt.
Ryoshu's doll-like face was flushed bright red and her lips were swollen with how she had bit down on them to hide her noises before. Her eyes, however, were as sharp as ever and lucid. Boring into him like no other gaze had before.
Maddening. This woman was pulling things out of him that had long since been buried when he accepted his position in Lobotomy Corporation, especially as the Welfare Team Captain. Meursault watched as her mouth opened to say something to him, perhaps something scathing to push his boundaries as she was wont to do, and he slid three fingers into her cunt without warning.
Ryoshu gasped and groaned through clenched teeth. Her legs clamped down on Meursault's hand only to be forced open with one large hand on her thigh. Her hands were free, however, and Ryoshu grabbed at the lapels of his EGO suit. Just when Meursault thought she was going to push him away or tackle him onto the ground, she pulled him into a biting kiss.
She moaned into his mouth as Meursault continued to curl and pump his fingers inside her cunt at a rapid pace once again. He slotted himself between her thighs as much as he could with her pants and underwear down to her knees to pin her with his bulk. He felt her thighs tremble around him.
Meursault rubbed his thumb over her clit while his fingers curled and abused her g-spot then Ryoshu bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough for him to taste blood. Her body curled in on itself with her orgasm, loudly moaning into his mouth and gushing into his palm.
He pulled away from the kiss and wiped at his mouth. His heart pounded within his chest and his cock was so hard he felt light headed. Ryoshu collapsed on his desk, paying no mind to the paperwork he had so tediously stacked, and laughed softly.
"Hah… T.W.A.T." She sat up then hopped onto her feet. "Want to see the artwork?"
Before Meursault could respond, she turned around and bent over on the desk with her thighs parted to give him a full view of her bruised ass and dripping, flushed pussy. The sight alone was… intoxicating to say the least.
He was suddenly struck with the realization that he desired her. Meursault wanted her. He wanted Ryoshu, wanted to feel her tight around his cock, wanted to hear what kind of noises he could pull out of this woman that deigned it her duty to antagonize him.
Then Ryoshu pulled her underwear and pants up with a low hiss of pain. "Hmm… I'll be feeling that."
She pulled out her EGO gift from the breast pocket of her EGO suit and tucked it into her mouth. Ryoshu tossed her hair out of her face with a flick of her head and looked up at Meursault, blowing another little plume of ashy smoke into his face.
"G.T. Captain." Smirking, she walked out of his office as casually as ever. The only sign that anything had happened at all was the slight quiver in her steps.
The doors closed behind her and Meursault was left alone in his office that now reeked of blood, sex, and smoke. He could still taste his own blood on his tongue.
Meursault tore at his pants as though it burned him and pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. He slid the fingers that were just inside Ryoshu into his mouth and moaned around them. His hand was a blur as he stroked his cock, the taste of her on his fingers fueling the heat that simmered and burned in his lower stomach.
With a shaky groan he came, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto the ground where Ryoshu had stood just minutes ago. Meursault pulled his fingers out from his mouth, breathing heavily, and stared down at the mess he had just made only to notice a few drops of moisture accompanying the splatter of his cum on the floor. The realization that it must've come from when Ryoshu came around his fingers made his cock twitch and his jaw clench.
Maddening. Absolutely maddening.