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"Ahahaha, take that! Not so loud anymore when you can't even get a proper hit in, huh? This'll be your end, Rider Raichi! Attack, my lovely minions! Get him down to the ground where he belongs!" Raichi Ikeda, known as the hero Rider Raichi to the world at large, was in a pinch - one that even his trusty, power-enhancing suit of armor didn't seem to be able to get him out of. His assessment of the opponent was too naive - he way underestimated what the slime girl in front of him, the Gooey Goddess, was actually capable of. What he prepared for was a simple, clean 1 vs 1 fight - little did he know that she was capable of coating civilians with her slime, forcing them to fight against their will. That troublesome, accursed slime! Every time he thought he got a good hit in, it simply gave way, and he didn't get anything resembling any sort of impact. And if it wasn't for those assets of hers distracting him... "Buddy, do you have something figured out? This looks really, really bad!" It was a whisper, faint enough that nobody outside of his suit of armor could hear it - but that was all he needed to get the message across, courtesy of a communication device his partner built into it. "Stall her for another minute, I almost have it! It's a bit of a gamble, and there might be some slight collateral damage, but trust me on this! Make sure not to be fully coated in that goo, no matter what happens! Keep your distance and jump somewhere high, if needed!" With a silent, almost unperceivable nod, the hero took a defensive stance - if it was a minute, he most certainly could do it! They just had to wait, after that minute it would be no mercy - that girl would be going down, no ifs or buts about it! On the other end of the communication, there was a young man, typing away furiously in front of his computer. His old friend Raichi was counting on him, and he had to back up his claim of one minute being enough! With an intense amount of focus, he scrolled over the lines of code in front of him, all while keeping an eye out on the video feed being transmitted from his friend, ready to respond to any new developments, just in case. However, his worries remained unfounded - like the skilled fighter he was, Raichi was easily capable of evading each and every attack of the busty slime girl. With ten seconds to spare, he added a new line of code and transmitted it - now everything just had to work out as planned! "Raichi, switch over to Heat Mode!" "But won't that burn down the entire neighborhood, buddy? Last time it took them hours to get the fire under control!" "I've added some restraints to it! It won't be able to get everything under control, but any fire splashing to the side should be much smaller than before! Get as close as you can, your flames should be able to dry out any slime that comes close to it. Show her hell for that stunt!" Underneath his helmet, Raichi was smiling - so Naoya was finally getting into the right mindset for this job as well! Perhaps he was about to awaken to his very own heroic spirit! With that kind of reassurance behind him, was there any way he could still lose? Not at all - he had the most trustworthy ally in the entire world, after all! "Villain! Prepare to pay for what you have done to these innocent civilians! If you have any intention of surrendering, do it now - or else, within seconds, you will regret it!" With a dramatic pointer finger, he tried one last time to resolve this situation through diplomacy - though of course, he knew from the very beginning that this would be pointless. He had it drilled into him by Naoya since the very beginning of their teamwork - if possible, try to resolve things without fighting first. However, all the slime girl responded with was a haughty laugh, as if she considered his words to be a bluff - very well, eradication it was, then. Striking a pose, he started up his mode change sequence. "Villain, your reign of evil ends here! With the burning passion that lights my heart aflame, and with this unbreakable spirit of justice filling my body, you shall go down! Rider Raichi, Heat Mode, suit up! Burn to cinders!" Within an instant, a bright flash of light emitted from his green suit of armor, only for it to change colors to a fierce, vivid red once the flash wore off. Already, his fists carried raging flames, burning with a fierceness unmatched by anything a regular person ever came into contact with. His friend, however, was right - while the flame itself raged as furiously as ever, it felt far more contained, far less likely to spread to the nearby surroundings and cause chaos - this plan could very well work! "Fool! You intend to burn the entire city down? Be my guest, try it - but then who is actually the villain between the two of us?" So she hadn't realized it yet. She wasn't aware just how much his mastery over the flame had changed with this one simple program. That suited him fine, however - after the earlier humiliation, it was now time for an immediate counterattack! Charging at her with blinding speed, the slime girl did not even bother with dodging - after all, what was the point if she had no solid body in the first place? The moment he tried to punch her, she would submerge him within her goo in an instant - it would be Rider Raichi to lose today, not her! It was arrogance like this that lead to her downfall - the very moment she got ready to end him, half of her body had already evaporated into thin air from the simmering heat. A process so swift and ruthless, that she didn't even have the opportunity to utter final words - by the time she started to move her lips, only that piece of her body still existed, before it too evaporated without any trace left behind. The Gooey Goddess had been erased once and for all - and with her presence gone from the world, the slime she spread across the public withered and died, saving the day yet another time, without so much as a single burning building near him. ***** "Thanks buddy, you really saved my hide there! So drink! This one's on me, I bought the good stuff from the store!" Tossing his friend Naoya a can of soda, Raichi flopped down on the couch in his friend's apartment, kicking his legs up for a bit. The earlier confrontation was a bit close for comfort, but ultimately, everything turned out alright - what more could he have possibly asked for? Naoya, however, fumbled to catch the toss, and his can fell to the ground - a mishap that got a chuckle out of Raichi, however not out of disrespect, for it had always been like that between the two of them. Raichi, with the brawns, athletic ability and enough courage to move an entire army, and Naoya, the timid, yet loyal and smart brains behind their operations. The two of them had been joined at the hip since their childhood, having grown up close to each other, their parents having been friends for even longer than that. They had conquered youth itself, school, university, and in recent years, even hero activities - ever since that fateful night years ago, when the two of them had been on a camping trip. It was Naoya's suggestion, of all things - getting out to a nearby lake, camping there for the night. It was supposed to clear up his head from an especially stressful job for a client, something that even he couldn't figure out at the time. Raichi never really had the knack for programming that his friend possessed, so he had no clue just how difficult that problem was, but he knew full and well just how smart the guy was - any problem that had him stumped had to be a massive one. Naoya never had been the outdoorsy type, but then sometimes, he would pull stuff like that - something about the cold night air and the starry night sky above him helping him clear his head. And well, he was his best friend after all - of course he'd always agree to accompany him if asked. What neither one of them could have accounted for on that night was the presence of a shooting star, however - or at least, an object that looked like one. Naoya, absorbed in stargazing as he was, thought that one shooting star landed close to them, even though it might have been an optical illusion - Raichi's interest was piqued, however, so the two of them ended up checking out the spot in question. As it turned out, there actually had been something - though rather than an actual rock from outer space, it had been a strange bracelet that left a crater in the middle of the woods. "Have to admit though, you surprised me, buddy! Never thought I'd see the day on which shy little Naoya took words like 'Show her hell!' into his mouth." "Aww, quit it..." "Take it as a compliment! You're finally getting into the spirit of things! Here you are, saying that you aren't the material a hero is made of, but look at you! You're resembling me more by the day! Take it from an actual hero, if it keeps up, you could join me too!" "It's... it's nothing noble like that. There... was just a girl I know among the victims, and that... got a rise out of me. I'm not like you. I'm only thinking about singular persons. Trying to save every single person like you... that's something I couldn't ever accomplish." As the two of them each took a sip from their can of soda, Raichi couldn't help but to raise his eyebrow - why was he being so silly? It was a genuine compliment, why couldn't he be happy about it? It wasn't like what he confessed contradicted Raichi's own assessment, after all. "Nah, you're overthinking this, buddy. You know, the important first step is that you want to save somebody in the first place. Motivation doesn't mean shit in the end if you never make that resolution. It's okay to have a selfish reason for wanting to save a specific person. We're all like that. Wanting to save a family member, a trusted friend, your own crush - that's all cool. You wanted to do one of those things. That puts you onto the starting line of being a hero too. Well, though it's not like we have a second one of these thingies to have you at my side on the front line, but you know. If something ever happens to me, I'm sure you could take up my mantle and carry on in my place, too!" "Hey, don't even joke about this! You're not getting out of this team so easily after you pulled me into it!" "Point taken, buddy. Point taken. But yeah. It wouldn't surprise me - if we get another one of these, maybe you would finally be able to use it too! I'd bet on it!" The thingy, as Raichi liked to call it - a bracelet of unknown origin to either one of them. There it was, on that fateful night, in what looked like it crashed into earth from outer space. A bracelet that allowed its wearer to transform into a hero - what turned Raichi into Rider Raichi, protector of justice (inspired by an old TV show he loved to watch as a kid, simple-minded as he was). As the two of them experimented with what it was capable of, Naoya couldn't get so much as a single spark out of it - only when Raichi wore it and tried to protect Naoya from a weird lizard-human hybrid that appeared in front of them, did it reveal itself as a gadget to transform the wearer. The two of them later theorized that it took a heart of courage to activate it, something that Raichi had in spades. However, that wasn't the only surprise it had in store for the two of them - it revealed itself to be a surprisingly intricate piece of tech, and despite being created with programs he had never even heard of, Naoya was somehow able to understand how it worked, and even enhance it! It was the birth of the two of them as a team to fight evil - Raichi eliminating the monsters that seemed to suddenly appear on earth, and Naoya supporting him from the back with new inventions (or unlocking what had already been implemented, as he kept finding new amazing things the bracelet was capable of). "Still. Sheesh. Hard to believe it's gonna be three years soon, huh? Felt like yesterday when those weirdos from the Esper Void Army started popping up to claim the planet." "You mean Eternal Void Army, Raichi." "Right, right. That's the one. Where the head honcho was called Immortal Kong, or Immortal Khan, or something like that. Wasn't a space monkey, so probably Immortal Khan. Unless space monkeys look really different compared to earth monkeys. But bad guys. You know what I mean." "Don't remind me... if that bracelet hadn't shown up, I don't think anyone here on earth could have handled them. Though maybe they only really showed up because it landed here in the first place." "Yeah, but hey, it's been fun!" "You call that fun?" "I mean... sure! It's like in one of those old Kamen Rider shows! Sure, sometimes the monsters are weird, because I still don't get what the deal with that berserker ninja who had dinosaur DNA was. But I legally get to punch bad guys now, and they even pay me for it! Ain't that awesome?" Well, he wasn't wrong - Rider Raichi was legally recognized as a superhero after defeating the first few henchmen of the Eternal Void Army, proving that he was an ally of humanity. They had worked him to the bone as the army increased its frequency of attacks, but in exchange they were actually paying him for the job - money that he was all too happy to share with the friend that kept making sure nothing was going wrong behind the scenes. The danger brought them closer than they had already been - not like that stopped their occasional bickering, however. Stopping the Eternal Void Army and its big boss did not put a stop to the end of their operations, however - far from it, in fact. As the weeks, months and even years kept going, new threats kept popping up left and right - some of them relatively minor, while others operated on a much grander scale. From the relatively normal (like a lunatic that believed in the supremacy of mushrooms meant to rule over the world), to the more ridiculous (like a make-believe kingdom that practiced worship of yoga mats and wanted to force humanity on to them), there hadn't been a dull moment. People got crazy when they were tripping on power they never thought they could have. Yes, even with the end of the alien army, new supernatural powers kept awakening within people - and strangely enough, only within those that would use it for evil. If there was anyone with heroic intentions to them, the pair had yet to meet them. That lead them to their most recent adversary - the T Liberation Empire. Neither of them knew what the T actually stood for, and none of its members actually had loose enough lips, so for a long time they had been stumbling in the dark - it was only recently that they gained enough information to start formulating a plan to raid their base and take down the big boss itself, the villain known as Dark Emperor. "Ever thought what his deal actually is?" "Whose deal, buddy?" "Dark Emperor, I mean. We still don't know much about him because he appears way too rarely. Heck, we still don't have any idea what his endgame is, and normally villains are all too happy to monologue about that." Pondering for a moment, Raichi took the last sip from his can before throwing it into the trash can with pinpoint precision, ultimately throwing up his hands in defeat. "No idea! Maybe he just wants to be the only guy in the world to enjoy a sexy harem or something. I mean, have you seen the hench...women working for him?" "Yeah, that's the point of installing a camera in your armor. To allow me to see what's going on around you, so that I can help you." "See! Then you know the guy has some real issues. I mean, who the heck makes all of his regular grunts wear latex and miniskirts? And I can't think of a single commander of his that wasn't a hot chick. Thoughtfreeze, Captain Katze, now the Gooey Goddess, that guy's definitely on some kind of power fantasy." "You're telling me he's only conquering the world so that he can get laid in peace afterwards? Couldn't he just... you know, do that already?" "Then do you have any better explanation in mind? I bet you don't." Well - it was kind of true, Naoya had to admit that much. There really wasn't much to go on with - the big guy in charge always wore his large, monstrous black armor that made him look more like an oni than an actual human, and they didn't know what he looked like underneath - or even what he sounded like! He was apparently somebody who prepared for every occasion in order to remain undetected, and that obviously included a voice changer. Nobody's natural voice could sound this distorted, this metallic. They only knew he was strong - and even that was a reach, given that the only basis for their reasoning was that he was the leader of an organization that gave them trouble on several occasions by now. "Alright, I admit defeat. I don't have a clue myself, honestly. Which is why I want to be extra prepared." "So we're finally going through with it?" "Yeah, but not right away. I do think we got rid of most of their commanders, but they should still have enough of a fighting force to prove challenging, especially if they team up with the guy in charge. If that battle today is any indication, even you might struggle." "Hey, have a bit more faith in me, buddy? Did I ever let you down?" "Oh, I do trust you. Just... call it insurance. We need to make sure that we're prepared for as many possible events as we can. And with that in mind... I would like to request absolute silence for a week." Absolute silence. It was a term Naoya hadn't uttered since their university days - something that meant exactly what it said on the cover. A phrase he used when he needed the utmost focus, without any possible distractions, for an extended amount of time. No contact with the outside world, save for nightly trips to the convenience store to store up on food. No responding to phone calls, not even a minute's break to check up the news on television. It truly was crunch mode for him - but given the scale of what they were planning, it seemed all too reasonable to Raichi to grant him this single request. "Well, alright. Been a while since you requested that, so sure. Just make sure to take care of yourself, keep an eye on your body. Last time you tried, it left you an absolute zombie for the week after. Leave the camera open on your PC just in case they attack and I need backup, too. No point in preparing if something takes us out before then, right? If you can promise me those things, then sure. I'll leave you be for a week and see how I can fill the time until then." "Yeah, yeah, I'll leave the camera open, don't worry about it..." Somehow, that answer didn't feel quite as convincing as it could have been to Raichi - Naoya had the tendency to not respect his own physical limitations when it came to stuff like that, which meant he was pushing himself beyond the brink on crunch. That wouldn't do - even Raichi, as the resident muscle head between the two of them, knew that getting proper rest was important. But well... he wanted to defeat Dark Emperor just as quickly as his friend. And there were certain things only Naoya was capable of doing, things that he wasn't able to help his friend with, as much as he rued that simple truth. Ultimately, he had to let Naoya keep doing these things - he trusted the judgment of his friend, and if that meant that such drastic measures were necessary, there wasn't much Raichi could do to stop him from doing so. "Then I'll leave a few more cans of these in your fridge and get going. And... hey, buddy. If you need me, or if you realize you're biting off a bit too much in one session after all... well, I can't pretend that I actually understand what you're doing. As in, that coding stuff itself, I know what you're doing is to help me. But if you hit a wall and need to rant or vent for a minute before marching on, you know my phone number. Don't burn yourself out, you hear?" It was a genuine request, and as Raichi deposited the cans just as announced, Naoya couldn't help but to nod with a genuine appreciation for his friend in his eyes - of course he'd lean on his friend. At that point in their friendship, that went without saying. After leaving a few extra snacks in the kitchen as a surprise, Raichi left the apartment, heading towards the batting cages a few streets down the road to get rid of excess energy - all while Naoya let complete and utter darkness take over his room, save for the light of his monitor. Lowered blinds, closed doors - not a single ray of light would come inside. The blonde knew it wasn't healthy for his eyes, that most likely, he would need a pair of glasses down the line (already, he noticed his vision struggling for a few seconds every so often), but those simply were the conditions under which he focused best - darkness around him, with only the clacking noise of his keyboard keys being hit filling the room. A state of complete, undivided focus and attention, with nothing to distract him at all, to the point that he often lost track of time itself - there had been a reason why Raichi insisted for this technique to be banned for several years. But difficult times called for harsh measures - he simply couldn't see any other timely solution for their problems, and what if another villain like earlier today appeared? What if next time, they didn't find a solution in time, and civilians would suffer for it? It wasn't just the incident with the Gooey Goddess that fostered this worry within him - no, even when they had faced Thoughtfreeze several weeks ago, the woman was actually capable of brainwashing several civilians to their side. Civilians that still hadn't been freed from their brainwashing after the villainess had been defeated, that were little more than loyal drones for the T Liberation Empire at this point. It had been a pyrrhic victory, their one major setback at this point. One they avoided talking about, for they knew that nothing good would come out of it to rip open that fresh wound again so soon. For all intents and purposes, she was gone from the world - they had seen her melt right in front of their eyes, after their previous, not quite successful test of the newly revised Heat Mode. A small relief, as neither of them ever wanted to face her again - especially as neither of them ever figured out how her power to brainwash people actually worked. The thought of being controlled by her sent shivers down his spine - and he wasn't even in a position where she could possibly do that to him! Silently, he kept typing away, making sure to check every line of code he newly added to the program keeping the armor running, for the worst thing he could do was to introduce a bug that would blow up the entire thing without intending to. Still, after several hours, he noticed the time on his monitor - already, it was close to being midnight. Remembering the words of his trusted friend, that was as far as he was willing to push it for the day. Whatever he needed to do, he could still accomplish after getting some sleep. Turning off the PC, he quickly departed to the land of dreams on his couch - unaware of the late night visitor who had been waiting for a moment just like that. Whether he was ready for it or not, life was about to take a drastic turn for the brains behind Rider Raichi - and so, as he was being carried away by a previous enemy of theirs, a cat girl by the name of Captain Katze, he was none the wiser, for he slept like a log. ***** "Shit, how long was I asleep? That felt like one hell of a long nap..." Barely containing a headache from being asleep for so long, Naoya couldn't help but to let out a small yawn - it was nice to actually get proper rest for his body, but he didn't forget about his task. He needed to get back to his computer as soon as possible and continue working, for his friend was counting on him. However, as his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light of the room, something struck him as strange - his surroundings didn't look like his room at all. No, even before then, he was certain that he engulfed his room in complete and utter darkness - so why was there a dim light present in the room anyways? "Am I still asleep? I don't remember buying such a fancy red carpet, this must be a dream. God damn it, get it together, Naoya..." That had to be it - a dream. For some reason, he felt strangely restricted, not being able to move his arms at all - was this some kind of sleep paralysis? He knew the feeling quite well, for it haunted him a few times during the past. Yet, it never felt this present - it was as if somebody had actually tied him up, rather than his own body not cooperating with him. For a moment, he was tempted to try and look down his body, just to confirm or deny his suspicions, only to be interrupted by a shrill laughter from behind him. "Nyahahaha, isn't he such a dunce? Nyu don't own a red carpet, and this isn't nyur room either, silly!" God, now this was getting even weirder. Was he seriously hearing the voice of that lunatic cat girl from a while ago in his dreams now? Captain Katze, or whatever her name was? God, and it was accurate. Right down to the tone of her voice, the inflections she used, even that annoying verbal tic of hers. Did he start getting nightmares from overwork? Man, he really needed a coffee just about any minute now so that he could wake up, the last thing he wanted was to listen to this figment of his imagination any longer than he had to. "Now, now. Do not overwhelm him like that. His poor mind must still be so confused, after such a lovely nap. You can still taunt him once he's properly awake~" Dear lord, another one of those voices. This time, it was the Gooey Goddess, the villain they had just fought and defeated yesterday - now it was certain that this had to be a dream. Unlike Captain Katze, who managed to escape from battle, they had seen her evaporate right in front of their eyes - so all he probably needed to do right now was to give himself a pinch, right? If only he could actually move his arm though! No matter how hard he tried, it was as if he was being held in place by actual restraints - his fingers would obey him, but his arms wouldn't move an inch. If only he could get his wrist to bend a little further... "Oh my, isn't he adorable, though? We can see what you are doing, little Naoya. There is no point in pinching yourself - I assure you, this is very much real. And so are we. This will not wake you up, though you are free to give it a try. I wonder how much you will attempt to struggle before you realize that truth?" "Nyahaha, I bet he won't last even a single minute! That guy is a wimp, always watching behind that silly camera of his! Rider Raichi is so much more bothersome, compared to him, he's nothing!" "Don't speak that pesky name so soon, I am still mourning over my beautiful daughter here..." "Nyu got quite the issues nyurself, don't nyu? A clone's just a copy of nyurself, not an actual daughter. I told nyu he might bring the heat!" "Say that again, miss flea real estate?" "Nyu picking a fight, slimy?" Honestly, at this point, Naoya didn't even want to turn around in order to witness the cat fight about to unfold - the implications of what they were talking about were already grim enough for him. So what they fought earlier had just been a clone? Damn, why didn't he think about that? It would be an easy feat for somebody like a slime girl to just separate herself into multiple beings, they did that all the time in comic books and video games! They knew how to beat her now, so in a direct confrontation, Raichi could likely handle her, but now they had more forces still remaining than anticipated - all it would take would be for the commanders to attack several places at once, and Raichi could only cover one of them at a time. This was seriously bad, really, really bad! Hearing the hissing and scratching behind him, he used his opportunity to finally take a look down at himself - only to witness the reason why he couldn't move, strings of solid slime keeping his arms tied close to the rest of the body. One way or another, he had been kidnapped - and given how real all of this was starting to feel, the odds of this being actually a dream went lower and lower. Was this the end for him? Raichi wasn't supposed to visit him for another six days, would he find out too late? Should he maybe try to get as much information out of them as possible before perishing, then? He should still have a listening device or two in his clothes, if those transmit everything from here back to his PC, maybe Raichi will know what kind of danger they were really in! But then, why wasn't he dead yet? They went through all the trouble to kidnap him while he was asleep - at his most vulnerable, utterly defenseless. Wouldn't it have been so much smarter to kill him on the spot, in his sleep? What was the point in bringing him over to their lair? It wasn't making any sense - regardless of how confident they were, it was reckless to bring him into their base. Weren't they worried about any information making it out of the place? No, wait. How did they even get information about him in the first place? He was never seen around Rider Raichi. He was always in the back, and he made sure that nobody ever hacked his connection to Raichi in order to listen in on their conversations in the middle of a fight. By all intents and purposes, he should have been a regular civilian to them. They shouldn't even know his name! But somehow they did, and they very much pieced together that he had some kind of connection to Rider Raichi! This was bad, this was really bad... "Is that what you want to show an esteemed guest, my darlings? Isn't it embarrassing to reveal such a petty fight to the man who helped defeat the two of you?" Instantly, the two commanders fell quiet as a booming, metallic voice echoed throughout the entire hall. Even Naoya couldn't help but to break out in cold sweat - this situation literally went from super bad to even worse. He knew that voice. He could recognize it anywhere, there was no mistake about it. Lifting his gaze up ever so slowly, he started to see the pitch-black armor of Dark Emperor himself, ready to swallow him up like the inevitable encroaching of the night itself. It was sheer terror itself - there he was, sitting on a fancy throne, inspecting the room as if the only thing on his mind was sheer boredom. At least, that is what Naoya suspected was portrayed underneath the helmet - there was no way to know for certain, unless he actually took it off himself to reveal his face to the world. "I-I'm sorry, Dark Emperor! We didn't intend to show something this disgraceful!" "All hail nyur majesty, Dark Emperor!" Without so much as a further word, the two commanders saluted behind their captive, and anxiously awaited a further reprimand from their boss - only for a loud chuckle to echo throughout it. "There is no need to get this worked up. My sweet kitten, relax your body. The same to you, my wonderful love drop. I would simply urge the two of you to leave the hatchet buried for the time - there will be enough time for the two of you to have a make-up session after this." Dear lord, those words were already grating on Naoya's ears, even without accounting for the fact that they were so blatantly distorted by a piece of tech. Dark Emperor seemed to be an absolute playboy while he was at home, lending so much more credibility to Raichi's theory of him being a simple pervert. He really, really hoped it wouldn't have been the case, that this conquest was supposed to be about something more meaningful, something more ambitious - but no, those words didn't give him any reason to keep believing in that. "I see that you have awoken now, little Naoya. Or should I call you Rider Raichi's other half? For the longest time, we have been expecting you - but I couldn't bring myself to wait any longer. I wanted to get a closer look at you, so I asked my sweet kitten to extend a personal invitation to you." "L-last time I checked, invitations weren't mandatory, and people could reject them!" "True, the means of your visit were a little... unorthodox, to say the least." "That's bold words out of the mouth of a simple kidnapper." "Then shall I return you to your home, and we play out a retake of my invitation?" "Wait, what?" The sheer nonchalance of the suggestion left Naoya flabbergasted - was the big boss truly this carefree? Did he actually just suggest returning him back home so that they could try again for a second time? Before he was even able to process that piece of information himself, however, Captain Katze behind him erupted into a pure giggling fit. "Nyahaha, nyu shouldn't tease him like that, boss! As if we would let him go after all of this effort!" "Ah, but there you have it, sweet kitten. With just a little suggestion, I have put the two of you back at ease again. Relax, for there is only the four of us. The two of you are free to speak your mind, just like it has always been - just do not soil our hospitality." Of course. Of course it had to be a cruel joke. What did he even get his hopes up for? There was never any way he was getting out of this that easily, or else he would have called Raichi for back-up long ago. "Then what do you want with me? Shouldn't you have killed me when you had the chance, if you already know where I live to begin with?" "Kill? Such cruel words. What does lead somebody as intelligent as you to believe that our intention is to kill? Is it because in your world view, we are an evil empire? Do you see us as a malevolent force of conquest, ready to take over the world once Rider Raichi has been defeated?" As much as he tried to, Naoya couldn't help but to show a little bit of snark in response - perhaps it was pure adrenaline pushing him forward in the current moment. "The more I see of this circus in here, the more I believe you really just want to get laid, and got some big issues to work through. I recommend a therapist." "Ah, scalding words from the tied-up captive - how shall I ever recover from them?" There clearly was some sort of inside joke going on that clearly flew over Naoya's head, for the three of them all simultaneously erupted into laughter - was his assessment truly this far off the mark? "But no, little Naoya. Getting laid, as you have put it so charmingly, is not the end goal of our wonderful little operation. It may be what happens afterwards, once our goal is achieved - but that, too, is the cycle of nature. Say, boy. What is it you think our group stands for? What kind of T is our empire supposed to liberate?" "Beats me, not like anyone in your group ever blabbed about a particular philosophy." "Then let me enlighten you - just between the two of us." With these words, Dark Emperor stood up, and started walking towards his captive menacingly, a loud metallic clunk reverberating with every step. Before long, he was standing directly in front of him, towering over the captive - and finally, put a single finger on the boy's chest. "It is this. It flows throughout your entire body. Through the body of Rider Raichi, the bodies of many of the most important people in the world. Little Naoya, we are liberating the world from the substance called testosterone - we are here to eradicate manliness from this world entirely." "That takes a special kind of sicko! You think you get all the attention in the world after you are the only man left in the world? Just for that? You disgust me, Dark Emperor! Even Immortal Khan was more respectable than you!" "So, so. I am being compared unfavorably to a ruthless alien warlord from space." The voice modifier made it hard to judge the mood of Naoya's adversary - was it rage in his voice? Pity? Satisfaction? It was impossible to tell, for the metallic sound erased any trace of emotion these words could have possibly conveyed. To Naoya's surprise, however, Dark Emperor took a knee in front of him, their eyes likely at the same height now. It was the villain's next words that proved to be the biggest surprise yet. "Then, tell me. What made you assume that I was ever a man in the first place?" One swift motion of the villain's hand later, the helmet was flying across the carpet, discarded without so much as a second thought - and underneath, it revealed a decidedly feminine face. Long, red hair framing tanned, brown skin, paired with piercing blue eyes - the eyes of a predator seizing up her prey. As much as he wanted to, Naoya couldn't avert his gaze - the moment their eyes met, he felt himself drawn in, swallowed up, as his breathing progressively grew quieter. "Y-you were a woman all this time?" "Why, did I ever suggest I was anything but a woman? Admittedly, that armor is pretty tacky. And an Emperor doesn't exactly give one the mental image of a pretty lady, doesn't it? But did none of you ever deem it necessary to pay attention to body language? What point is there to a voice modifier, than to hide what is underneath the armor? I am surprised that neither of you ever even considered this to be a possibility. Then again, the smartest people tend to have the narrowest vision - it doesn't matter if they are smart, or only believe themselves to be smart." With a tight grip, her gloved hand held onto his chin, forcing him to keep up eye contact. "But I did not invite you here today to give you a lecture on my gender, far from it." "Then what? Do you want to humiliate me?" "Humiliate? Why, no. I find these wits of yours to be charming - even now, I can tell that you are firing these lovely little synapses, trying to find out how you could possibly spin this situation into an advantage for you. Maybe you are even still harboring hopes for an escape, or a timely rescue? I may have to disappoint you, however. You have already visited the first cleansing chamber while you were asleep. All those tiny microphones you were so proud of have already short-circuited. None of what you hear in here is going to find its way back to your home, we made sure of it. Unless you had a telepathic connection to Rider Raichi, of course - but then, there never would have been a need for these little devices in his armor in the first place, am I right?" "You... you have known? For how long?" With a smug grin plastered all over her face, Dark Emperor beckoned Captain Katze to come closer - a motion that the cat girl happily followed up on, going on her knees right next to the captive. Without so much as missing a beat, the villain started scratching underneath the commander's chin, something that elicited a happy purring from the girl in question. "You would be surprised to know just what my sweet kitten is actually able to pick up on with those adorable little ears of hers. We've known ever since you fought her - she picked up on every single word of yours. Did you not consider it to be strange that a commander of all people turned tail and ran away, rather than fighting to the bitter end? Imagine my surprise upon hearing there's actually two of you! Somebody smart enough to manipulate such a sophisticated suit of armor to his own imagination - I just HAD to meet you." "I ain't going to create your shady devices, if that's what you kidnapped me for!" "Far from it, little Naoya. Our tech division is very capable - I am putting my full trust into them. No, the purpose of my invitation wasn't to recruit you into the ranks of our technicians - but it is a recruitment drive all the same." "I'll never fucking join you, and if you know anything about me, you should be very aware of that fact too! If it wasn't for these damn restraints, I'd punch the lights out of you right here and now!" These strong words surprised even Naoya himself - he normally wasn't one to be as boisterous as that, under regular circumstances that was Raichi's job. Yet, he couldn't help himself - this situation pissed him off. Betraying his best friend for this crazy empire? Who did they think he was? There was no way in hell he'd ever lower himself to the level of scum who'd betray their best friend. "Why don't we put this to the test, then? My wonderful love drop? Everything should be alright now. There's no need to keep up these restraints any longer." With a frustrated sigh, the Gooey Goddess followed the word of her leader, and withdrew her slime - true to her word, Dark Emperor was giving him a chance to punch back, to prove his words. "Ngh. What the...? Shit, move body, move!" Of course, it had always been a futile endeavor, and she knew as much in advance. "It seems your body does not want to follow your feeble little bravado, Naoya." "You... you are doing something to me! If I'd known...!" "If you had known? Then you would still be in this very same position. Something like the threat of punches does not suit a mind as bright as yours - I am simply using the abilities bestowed upon me to make this easier for both of us." It was one of the two abilities that had surfaced within her ever since the Eternal Void Army had been defeated a few years ago - the ability to keep a person paralyzed through mere eye contact, if she so desired for it. Her armor, her imposing nature, her supposed status as a man - it was all a ruse, meant to draw those who opposed her into her snare. To take them at their most unguarded, at the moment the realization sinks in that they were fighting against a woman all along. A short moment of shock, allowing her to lock eyes with them easily. That was all it took - establishing eye contact, and keeping it going. Useless in a proper fight, for it could only ever fixate itself on a singular target - but for her purpose in this meeting, a singular target was all she ever needed. "Now then. I admire your fierce loyalty to the one we know as Rider Raichi. But you are going to become a part of my empire - that part is not optional. It saddens me to see a mind such as yours trapped in such a filthy body - but thankfully, this is a flaw I am very capable of fixing, little Naoya." A threat that prompted immediate cooing from her commanders - they were looking forward to it, and she was absolutely serious about it. So she wanted to turn him into a woman, under the belief that it would make him join her empire? Then bring it - man or woman, he'd still be by Raichi's side, come what may! There was no shot this was going to break him! "Ah, those intense eyes, so full of passion and determination. Very well, let us make this a transformation to remember! If you would do us the honors, my dear?" The Gooey Goddess immediately knew what was being referred to - with a quick load of slime and a girlish giggle, she immediately was on her way to dissolve Naoya's clothes, right down to the last shred. Judging by her expression, she drew a special sense of satisfaction from the event - just like her clone had been evaporated without so much as a single trace left behind, his clothes had met a similar fate - though something much more fun was in store for him now... "Now then, little Naoya. This may tickle a bit at times, but bear with it." Having said those words, Dark Emperor removed her gloves, revealing dainty, manicured hands underneath it - the absolute opposite of what one expected to see underneath an armor as bulky as the one she wore. They had an eerie, unnatural glow to them - it did not take a genius to figure out that this was part of her abilities, too. "You know, I always do love myself a tall woman. Who had to decide that women always need to be more diminutive than men? Long legs, sculpted to perfection, and curves that seem to go on forever - blessed is the woman who can enjoy the company of somebody like that." Touching his shoulders, he could feel his entire skeleton cracking in discomfort - piece by piece, his bones were shifting, rearranging themselves, all to accommodate for a taller physique. For a guy, Naoya had always been very average, maybe even on the shorter side of things - but now, he could feel himself growing, centimeter by ever so teasingly wonderful centimeter. It wasn't something he ever expected to happen - and yet, here it was, in his very own reality. Already, her other hand had been moving down to his thighs, making them plumb, more rounded, with soft, padded layers of fat - just enough to give the impression of feminine legs that its owner took great care of. Alluring, inviting - meant to make others fantasize about what could possibly be hiding between them... As Naoya's newfound growth spurt came to a close, he was now sitting closer to being just under two meters tall - with a stature such as this, he would tower even over Raichi! Though from the look of things, it put him at around a similar height as the Dark Emperor herself. "Of course, with curves, balance is always important, don't you agree? The female body is a wondrous thing - so complex, so mystical, so beyond the understanding of so many people in the world. It is the very definition of a miracle - the ultimate act of creation. There are so many little nuances that go into cultivating the perfect body - does that large cup size look better on a body as tall as yours, or are flatter plains more appropriate? Do the two halves need to be rounded out properly, balanced as all things should be? Or is it perhaps more appropriate to be top-heavy, to be bottom-heavy? A tiny waist would never do - health is always an important aspect, no matter what ideals of beauty you would be chasing, little Naoya." He knew what to expect at this point - as she was waxing on about the perfect female figure, she was touching him in the very same spots she was talking about - his chest, his butt, his torso. In her indecision, his body was in a state of flux - as fat pooled from his nipples, kept growing and growing, it burst forth into an outright motherly cleavage, a size as if he had just given birth and wanted to feed a baby, before shrinking into the much smaller pastures of an A cup. Larger and smaller, smaller and larger, the villain ultimately settled on a rather womanly bosom - a fair D cup, making sure that these breasts would become a focal point of his new body, one people would not be able to avert their eyes from. After so much back and forth, Naoya expected a similar fate to befall his butt - and yet, despite her own monologue, she already seemed to have a very clear idea of what she wanted to see out of Naoya on that front. On and on it swelled, like water running into a balloon, trying to see just how much could be fit into it before it burst. Already, her hands were sinking into the soft pillows bursting forth from his rear, before ultimately stopping at a veritable bubble butt - not too large, and yet large enough to ensure that Naoya would likely never wear pants again in the future. With his torso being the next center of attention, he could feel his breathing growing short and ragged for a few moments, as his rips constricted - it was ever so slightly, and yet, enough to give him a visible curve to his body. Soon enough, his hips were about to follow, widening as his shoulders narrowed - even with parts of him still decidedly male, at this stage, nobody would ever mistake him for a guy again from a distance - not with a body shape like the one he was currently sporting. "F-fuck you, I wasn't asking for your beauty tips!" It was all he could muster up, all he could bring past his lips - too overwhelming were the sensations all across his body. The villain only smiled - she enjoyed this far too much. "Oh, but you will find that those beauty tips are well worth it. Not everyone has skin as smooth and lovely as you - but it is a constant effort to keep it that way. Beauty takes many sacrifices - and I can tell your body is all too willing to take them. Why, those dainty little hands? They are so positively adorable! Imagine what they would look like, cupping the flesh of another woman - volumes of tit flesh spilling past your grasp. Those long, slender digits, those delightfully purple nails, those soft arms - you are already shaping up to be so much more delectable. It almost makes me want to take a bite already - but my heart belongs to those who sport the full package. Fortunately, it looks like we aren't that much further away from it - isn't that simply delightful?" She was right - his arms never looked muscular at all, but with each passing second, they were farther and farther removed from what he considered to be the arms of a man. As a gentle breeze blew past his nude body, it sent a shiver throughout him - with not a single strand of hair beneath his neck, the chill had become so much more noticeable than ever before. Even his hands shifted in exactly the ways Dark Emperor described - soft, dainty, slender, capped off with nails painted in a deep, dark purple. Before he even had the time to process the changes, his feet followed suit - he wasn't able to look down due to being caught up in her gaze, but he just knew they were turning just as womanly, just as tender, with exactly the same purple nails. This woman was thoroughly toying with him - hopefully he would be able to make her regret it, even in this body! "Now then, I would reckon that the only thing remaining is your head - well, and that little worm of yours further down below, but one should always keep the tastiest treats for the very end. You have been remarkably quiet so far, but this isn't fun - I want to see you squirming. Thankfully, I know just the way to draw a reaction out of you..." After grabbing his neck for a moment, almost as if to choke him, Naoya didn't know what to do for a second - however, she removed her hand just as quickly as she had placed it, not even remaining there for long enough to leave a distinctive mark on it. Rather, her hand moved further down alongside his curves, tracing every single inch of him - until two fingers circled around his nipples, giving him a quick pinch. Something that immediately prompted a moan, in a deeply sensual voice, as if it had been dripped in pure honey, coated in just the slightest bit of smokiness. "My, what a lovely little singing voice you have gained, little Naoya! I wasn't sure about which one to give you, and was ready to change it up again a few times, but I think this one suits us just perfectly - oh, how wonderful it will be once over time, even that inner voice of yours will sound so delightfully womanly~" Admiring her work for a few moments, she wondered what she would do about his head - but then again, she was a woman of simple tastes. Why not just go with what her heart told her? There was no need to announce the changes to his head to him - why, this could be a little surprise! Carefully, she grasped his face, making sure to shift it towards more rounded, inviting proportions. With a smile, she watched over his nose shrinking, his lips puffing up, his eyes getting wider and growing longer lashes - even his cheekbones rising in the process, all in her efforts to give him the most seductive face she could think of. Slowly, his eyes shifted in color, until they arrived at a steely gray - a gaze like that always left her swooning, so she intended to give him the best of the best in that regard! Coupled with lovely red lipstick, and a smokey purple eye-shadow, the visage looking back at her was lovely - and yet, not quite complete yet. Embracing her victim while keeping up the eye contact, she started stroking through the hair from his back - each time, her strokes became longer and longer, inviting his hair to grow, grow, and grow so much more, making it extend all the way down to his plush rear. However, it simply wouldn't do to keep it in a color as dreadful as his own - what point was there ever in dyeing it in such a cheap blonde? And to think, he had such pretty, lovely raven hair by birth - what point was there in hiding it? She wanted somebody elegant, somebody mysterious, somebody seductive - it would only be appropriate for those traits to be reflected in his hair too. With each sweeping motion, the dye started to drain out of his hair, making way for a mane as dark as the night itself - truly a vision of perfection. She could tell by his face that he realized just how long his hair had grown - but what would it possibly look like the moment he realized he was back to his original hair color? However, she wouldn't give him this luxury. Not in the waking world, at the very least - her highest ranking commander was probably growing impatient at this point already. No matter - after just one little finishing touch, she would be able to have her fun as well~ "Finally, the moment we have been waiting for, little Naoya. At the very least, I have been waiting for it - though you may find this sensation to be quite enjoyable. It is time that we take little Naoya, and put lovely Naomi in his place. You may feel free to cry out - it is your last goodbye to a trusted comrade, after all." Decisively, she put her hands onto his crotch, grabbing his shaft without so much as a moment's hesitation - and already, the glow in her hands only intensified, sending literal sparks of electricity throughout his body from that focal point. More and more, it started heating up, and yet, Naoya was desperately keeping his composure now that he had experienced the previous nipple pinch - and in a way, Dark Emperor couldn't help but to admire him for it. The research of her commanders revealed him to be a timid young man, and yet he held such a force of will, such impressive control over his mental faculties - it would be fun to twist it into something much more suited to the grander purpose. With each passing second, even as Naoya panicked internally, his shaft grew smaller and smaller, before ultimately receding back into his body, making way for the sweet folds of his new nether regions. Yet, even so, Naoya - or rather Naomi, held strong. She wasn't giving Dark Emperor the satisfaction of a reaction, come what may! It almost made Dark Emperor pout - but only almost. "Aww, looks like your smarts are backed up by commendable self-control. I admit, I am impressed! However, there is no running from the truth, lovely Naomi - you are a woman now. Every inch of your body has been changed to utter perfection - just imagine, all those men and women lusting after you with their gazes, captivated by your beauty! Though do not worry, for I am not a woman of excessive cruelty - by the time I am done with my grand mission, there will only be women around to admire you. You will not have to deal with any creeps - no, you get to enjoy the wonderful embrace that only somebody like me or my comrades can give to you." "So you intend me to become a friggin' honey trap for Raichi, that it? Don't fool yourself, he doesn't have even the slightest bit of libido for that, all he cares about are justice and heroics." Words like these were at odds with the utterly seductive voice coming from Naomi's lips - every time she opened her lips, it sounded as if she was an actress straight out of an adult video. What other reason could there possibly be to give her a voice like that? It had to be related to that! Little did they know that she would never play along with a scheme like that - no, she would resist at every corner! Yet, why did Dark Emperor seem to be so unfazed, then? Did she still have a plan up her sleeve? But how? The only one in her army that could do something about this was... The icy chill suddenly permeating throughout the room answered her question before she could even finish thinking it - no, this couldn't be! This couldn't possibly be! "I know, I know. You are itching and ready to go after my wonderful love drop and my sweet kitten had their fun already. I was just about to pass her over to you, there's no need to get impatient, my charming crystal." "Then please take a step back, my lady. There is no need for you to get caught up in this." "Of course - work your magic. You know what I want out of this, Thoughtfreeze - I expect quality work as usual." There it was, that name that terrified her more than any others - Thoughtfreeze! But she was dead! They saw her melting, right in front of them! Yet, even with the eye contact between her and Dark Emperor now finally being broken, she couldn't even get a good look at her to confirm her existence. No, before she was even able to turn around, she was encased into a massive pillar of ice, becoming a veritable human popsicle. "W-w-w-warn us next time too, blondie! I-I-I-I always get s-so fucking cold and stiff when you freeze stuff, it's not good for my body!" The Gooey Goddess was fortunate enough to be far away enough from Naomi when the flash freeze happened - and yet, that was of little comfort to her. She always became so slow, so brittle around those silly pillars of ice - that power wasn't pretty at all! "Nyahaha, nyur own fault for not paying attention! I nyuw she was there the entire time! Nyu should pay more attention to your surroundings, or- " "Ah, just cut it out, you two. You can see our lady doesn't like this, just go, get a room and slobber each other with kisses already, you both know you want it." "Say what?!" Stepping out of the shadows, a tanned, blonde woman in a swimsuit entered their range of vision, obviously amused at the lover's spat in front of her, but still trying her best to act annoyed to get on her lady's good side. It was the villainess Thoughtfreeze - Dark Emperor's highest ranking commander, after being the most successful one in bringing people over to their side. As much as she looked like the ultimate beach bunny, the woman was sharp and attentive - after all, she yearned for nothing more than to have a place at her lady's side. Not necessarily as a lover, but rather somebody to be relied on - attributes that Dark Emperor deeply cherished about the commander. "Now then, my charming crystal - how long do you suspect it might take until I can enter the lovely embrace of my new wife? Her mind truly seems so much more formidable than anything I ever let you work on before." For a moment, Thoughtfreeze looked at the frozen woman with disinterest in her gaze, before ultimately shrugging her shoulders and turning back to face her lady. "Honestly, no clue. But might be much faster than any of us expects. With types like these, it's very similar to engaging somebody in a match of judo - they look strong and powerful, but that makes you able to use that power against them. We don't intend to break that strong will, we just want to channel it towards something more in line with your goals, right? She already has the core values, really. Loyalty, strength of will, mental sharpness - we just need to rewire it. Well, we will know. Once she's ready, the ice will melt. I prepared some fun visions for her, and my special ice should be hitting her brain any moment now. Sit back, throw your feet up, and enjoy her being suspended in ice - you can warm her up personally in bed later, if my lady is still feeling up to it." "That IS a charming offer, indeed. I may just take you up on it. Here, everyone who wants to, sit down beside me - we are going to witness the birth of my new bride together~" It was an offer none of them needed to hear a second time - they were all keen on welcoming their newest comrade into their ranks, after all. ***** "Gah, what was in that drink yesterday? Raichi better not mixed up the labels and got beer instead of soda, I already feel like I wanna puke..." Slowly, the young man was waking up - the earlier terrors gone from his mind, his body not revealing even the slightest trace of his previous ordeal. No, for all intents and purposes, he had no idea what he just went through - he still considered himself to be in his room, having fallen asleep some time during his latest coding session. "Did I leave the window open? Kinda chilly in here. Don't we have summer? Feels more like a blizzard is raging outside. Where's that heater again...?" Stumbling around in complete and utter darkness, he tried to find the switch of the heater, or at least the light switch, but to no avail - no matter how much he fumbled around, his hands kept hitting air, and nothing else. Weird, did his room always have this much space? Even with Raichi sharing half of his sizable income with him, he still preferred the small apartment he occupied since his university days - where ever he currently was, it decidedly wasn't that familiar place. He knew the layout of his home by heart, after all. Those questions wouldn't remain unanswered for long - after a few minutes in complete darkness, a dim, large light came to life on the wall in front of him - a large rectangle, like in a movie theater. Wait, movie theater? Allowing himself a few minutes to get his eyes used to the dim light, more and more details of his surroundings came into view - he actually WAS in a genuine movie theater. By sheer luck, he had been stumbling through the rows of seats without ever tripping over any of them, but now he saw just how spacious the room was, how massive the screen was. And yet, as spacious as it was, it was only him in there - nobody else, not even the tiniest little insect scurrying through the shadows of the theater. No doors, no windows - only the light of a projector coming through a glass screen at the back of the room. Trying to break it was a futile effort, for it seemed to be reinforced - though he very much doubted that he would be able to squeeze himself through the tiny opening, even if he somehow managed to break it. At best, he could probably squeeze his head through it, though that would risk not being able to pull it back out again afterwards - it would be a tight fit. Wherever that room with the projector was in the grander scheme of things, he couldn't get so much as a single glimpse of it, for the room was swallowed up by an even denser darkness. So was he trapped? It was impossible to enter a room without any entrances - and yet, even after searching, he couldn't find anything resembling a way to get in, or out. No regular entrances, no secret passageways - the only option out of his reach was a potential trap door in the ceiling, but he didn't have any bruises from a fall, so that seemed like an unlikely gateway of entry as well. Perhaps he was still asleep, off in dreamland? Dreams could be absurd like this, defying any kind of logic - but if he was aware of himself to such a degree, this had to be a lucid dream, then. "Well, if it's like this, I guess I can just sit down and wait to wake up?" It was a simple, harmless thought - if it was indeed a dream he was dealing with, there was no point in getting worked up over it. If he merely followed along with the flow, he would be out of this situation before he knew it - that's how dream logic tended to work. And so, he made himself comfortable in one of the plush seats near the back of the room - hey, maybe the theater could be at least nice enough to show a rerun of one of his older favorite shows. It's been ages since they re- aired that show about robot penguins in outer space, and recently he's really been craving to go through it again (he was a fan of the more niche shows, okay?). Yet, what actually flickered to life on the screen was already testing the limits of his resolution to shrug off the dream and go with the flow - it was downright tasteless! "Why the hell are they showing those T Liberation Empire creeps?" There they were, visible on the large screen - the minions of the very force him and Raichi were fighting against. Numerous women who might as well be called drones - complete and utter loyalty to the Empire hardwired into their brains, as they walked and saluted in their shiny black uniforms. Latex everywhere - Naoya hated to admit it, but Raichi was completely right when he called Dark Emperor a kinky bastard. Those high boots, those deep valleys of cleavage, those utterly short skirts - would anyone with a shred of self-respect ever wear these? And their eyes just looked so utterly empty - the only thoughts going through their heads were probably complete and utter loyalty to their leader, that complete sicko. And the music backing this insane video! Even Raichi would immediately know what to associate with it, even though he slacked off in history class all the time - whoever made this movie made sure to make it as much of a propaganda movie as they could think of. All it was missing at this point was if the movie was in monochrome, really... Damn, now that he got worked up for a second, he started to feel that annoying chill again - for a moment, he shivered, completely unaware of the crackling noise coming from the corners of the theater. No, if anything, his attention was on the movie, for some strange reason - he hated it, but he couldn't turn away his eyes from it either. What kind of stuff went through his brain at night to make him watch something like this? As the attention shifted away from the minions of the empire, a large balcony came into view on the screen - the women still saluting to their Emperor standing high above them. Yeah, there he was alright - Dark Emperor, clad in his jet-black armor. Slowly, his commanders entered the balcony from the room behind, bit by bit - he recognized a few of them, like Captain Katze, Thoughtfreeze and Gooey Goddess, but some of these faces were unfamiliar - were there still that many fighters left on their side? Or was that something his imagination was coming up with on the fly? Not paying his confusion any heed, the movie continued without any break, the cold still creeping up on the room, encasing more and more of the walls in ice as Naoya stayed transfixed on what was in front of him. Without a care in the world, Dark Emperor waved his hand to the crowd, which erupted into gleeful cheering and clapping - did they want to paint him as some kind of hero? What a complete, utter joke that was. Slowly, however, the movie was starting to throw him a couple of curve balls - as Dark Emperor removed the helmet of his armor, what came into sight underneath it wasn't the bulky, scarred man him and Raichi always expected to be hidden by it, but rather a stunningly beautiful woman. But why? Why was his brain suddenly set on Dark Emperor being a woman? And why did it feel so right to have her be one? Long, fiery red hair, a nice tan, and those eyes - it was a very specific look to her, and yet, he already couldn't imagine Dark Emperor as looking any different than that. Things got stranger still as one final person entered the balcony, however - and for whatever reason, Naoya found his eyes drawn towards her the most. This woman radiated lust, sexuality, temptation, seduction - from the way she walked, to the way her tight, long dress showed off all her curves, right down to the way the long slits at the bottom flashed a healthy amount of leg with every step she took, Naoya knew right away what her role was - but he had never seen her before. Then why did she look so familiar? Her long, black hair reminded him of the color that was running throughout his entire family - the color that he never really liked and dyed blonde, even if it meant being ostracized by society at large for it. Those vivid, red lips. Those purple nails, the generous cleavage peeking out at the upper end of her dress. Everything about her felt so real, to the point Naoya wasn't even sure anymore if she was a product of his imagination - however, that was the point at which the movie was cut off with a loud, cracking noise echoing throughout the entire theater. The room had been completely encased in ice. "What the...?! I knew it was getting colder, but t-t-this is getting ridiculous!" It turned completely silent - the only sound reaching his ears being the one of his own breathing. Vapor formed in front of his face whenever he breathed out, and goosebumps were all over him. This felt way more real than a dream should! Even the seats were fully covered in ice, not even giving him the option to lean against its soft fabric - though at this point, he might have risked getting frozen to its surface if he didn't pay attention. Light still seemed to permeate the room, even with the movie long gone from the screen - and yet he couldn't find out just where the source of light was coming from, only that it was there. He could have even sworn that he saw snow crystals dancing through the air every so often - yet every time he turned towards where he perceived a motion in the air, nothing was to be seen. Was his only option to explore, then? Maybe now that the room was frozen over, a new exit would reveal itself! Carefully, with measured steps, he inched ever closer to the edge of the room, making sure not to slip on the floor beneath his feet - he never had been to an ice rink in order to skate there, but he felt like this was probably how a newcomer to a place like that felt when they stepped on the ice for the first time. Eventually, he made it to one of the walls - and couldn't hide his surprise! Somehow, the ice had turned the entire wall into a mirror, for he could see every single detail of his body reflected in it. Looking at himself, he knew he should have picked the pyjama with the long sleeves for bed this month instead, at least then he wouldn't be so exposed to the elements that way - and yet, his focus on his reflection was eventually interrupted. Something wasn't right. But what? Wanting to take a step back to get a look at the bigger picture, Naoya found that his feet wouldn't move - rather than being frozen to the ground, however, they simply didn't budge, as if he was no longer the master over his own flesh and blood. Instead, the expression on his reflection distorted into an evil grin - shit, was this an attack? Trying once again to move, this time by attempting to cover his front with his arms, he found that even moving those was beyond his reach - they wouldn't obey him, no matter what he tried. Instead, his own reflection started waving towards his real body - and he couldn't help but to mimic the motion, despite his best intentions to resist. Was... was his mirror image controlling him? As if to answer the question, the reflection started moving his arms even further, removing every single piece of clothing from his body - and once again, Naoya was helpless to resist, following suit and tossing each piece behind him immediately after removing it. Instantly, he could see in the reflection that the clothes were burned to cinders by an icy, light blue flame, vanishing as if they had never existed in the first place. And now, there was only him - Naoya, in his birthday suit. However, the reflection was far from satisfied with only this meager outcome. Snapping its fingers for a moment, Naoya could see how besides his reflection, a swarm of snowflakes grew denser and denser, slowly taking on a particular shape as the crystals started connecting with each other, shifting to a different color - by the time the process had finished, a lacy black thong, as well as a raunchy pair of black stockings had dropped to the ground. Naoya had a suspicion where this was going, and tried to cry out for any kind of help - crossdressing was an absolute humiliation that he would never, ever stand for! Yet, not even his lips would obey him as the reflection bent forward, picking up the pieces of clothing and getting dressed in them - leaving Naoya in decidedly feminine lingerie, a prominent bulge revealing that the look did not suit him at all. It was a small problem that the reflection easily knew how to rectify. All it took was a swish of its hand in front of the crotch, and the bulge disappeared as if by magic - leaving behind folds that Naoya was completely unaccustomed to. Another swish left him with meaty thighs and dainty feet, then wide hips, a smaller torso, and narrow, rounded shoulders. Bit by bit, the reflection started replacing every little nook and cranny of his body into a feminine version of itself - large breasts, slender arms, a pretty face. By the time his face was done changing, and his hair grew out and changed color, he already knew who he was turning into - the very same woman he saw on the balcony in the movie, the one clinging to Dark Emperor's arm. But why? Why was he in that movie, at the side of the person who should be his sworn nemesis? Almost as if the reflection was able to read his thoughts, it started sporting a look of disapproval on its pretty face - an expression that quickly shifted to become much more malevolent, however, as the reflection rapidly started tapping its forehead with a single finger, a motion that Naomi couldn't help but to replicate. Wait, Naomi? For a moment, that name felt strange, as if two separate names were clashing within her mind. On one side, a young man named Naoya, on the other side, a gorgeous woman named Naomi. Each of them felt equally real, and yet, with each tap of her finger, Naoya grew more and more distant - by the tenth tap, she was already struggling to remember what a Naoya could possibly even look like. Yet, this was wrong - she had to get help! Where was Raichi when she needed him? There was this freaky reflection taking control of her body, and her closest ally was nowhere to be found! Her reflection very much took note of those feelings of helplessness - they would provide fertile soil for the road ahead. However, Naomi wasn't done changing yet - lingerie alone did not make the kind of woman that Dark Emperor wanted in her life. Starting to crystallize the air around itself once more, even more objects slowly came into existence, each one more intricate than the one before it - black, elegant, fingerless gloves, a pair of high heels, as well as the very same purple dress she had seen in the movie. The reflection was intent on dressing her up like a piece of arm candy, from the looks of it. It was frustrating, every single second of it - here she was, wanting to be a partner to the amazing hero her childhood friend had become, and yet she was so completely helpless! It was only logical that Raichi wouldn't come for her - when did she ever contribute in the same way that he had? As if to validate those feelings, she could see Raichi appearing in the far back of the room, through the reflection in the mirror - yet, as her reflection forced her to turn towards him, she could only see him crumbling into many snowflakes, crushing the faint hope she had built up within those few seconds. Again and again, the reflection repeated this pattern of forcing Naomi to see Raichi's reflection in the mirror, only to observe it crumbling upon turning around. She just wanted it to stop - she wanted it to stop altogether! Why? Why did Raichi have to leave her like that, abandon her like that? Under normal circumstances, it would have been clear to the girl that something about her line of thinking wasn't normal - that she was acting unlike herself, that something was very much wrong. However, every time she turned towards the mirror again, her reflection made her tap her forehead once again, without fail, and with every repetition, that feeling of having been abandoned, of having been left behind, grew stronger and stronger. Why wasn't he coming for her? Loneliness started to turn into stronger frustration, which was close to entering the gateway towards rage - and yet, that too wasn't quite the feeling the reflection wanted to nurture within Naomi. No, a woman like her deserved the world - and the world she should receive. Expecting to be shown another reflection of Raichi, Naomi was caught off-guard when she saw Dark Emperor besides her own reflection, without her helmet - and upon being forced to turn to her side, she saw the very same woman right in front of her, eyes on the same level. She, however, did not crumble - and as Dark Emperor took Naomi's gloved hand into her own, there was a warmth to it that any of the ice in the room thoroughly lacked. Was she real? Was this the actual Dark Emperor? Slowly, her delicate hand was lifted up, guided towards the woman's lips - and without so much as a moment of hesitation, a soft, tender kiss had been placed on the back of Naomi's hand, sending a curious warmth throughout her. What... what was this feeling? Why did she heat up like that when she was being kissed like that? For a moment, Naomi blinked, her long lashes fluttering ever so seductively - and yet, in the short moment that action took, everything seemed to have shifted. No longer standing on the ground, she was now laying on the floor - and on top of her, Dark Emperor with a loving, lustful fire in her eyes, her armor all but fully removed. Was this what she thought this was? Was Dark Emperor about to ravage her? Yet, rather than the assault of a beast in heat, the woman was surprisingly tender - brushing aside strands of hair that fell in front of Naomi's face, giving her breasts some gentle squeezes, caressing her soft skin - there was no force in it, unless Naomi would approve of it - and for some strange reason, she was starting to think that perhaps, a more forceful approach might not be so bad after all. What started out as a session of soft and gentle cuddling picked up in pace, and started becoming a heated make-out session - yet, by this point in time, Naomi failed to realize that she was no longer being controlled by her reflection at all. Her actions had become genuine - she WANTED to be with this woman. She did not leave her alone. She appeared when she was at her loneliest, and offered her comfort - much more than anyone had ever given her. With this acceptance of Dark Emperor's advances, even Naomi's past seemed to shift - her childhood with Raichi feeling more and more like a dream that never was. She was a woman proud of her own sexuality, of the liberating feeling that her body gave her. Yet, the world around her was not kind to Naomi for it - being called a harlot was among the most harmless insults being flung at her. As she kept getting older, she started to see people as pawns to be used - to get her way, even if it meant having to use her body, her feminine charms and wiles. Nobody would ever give her the love and intimacy she so desperately craved - until she had met Dark Emperor. Yes, Dark Emperor - the woman who so brazenly wormed her way into her heart. A goddess with a vision, to free the world of the people who demonized her - and said goddess offered her a place at her side, as the owner of the throne besides her own, as Dark Emperor's wife. Ah, that lovely face, those beautiful red locks - whenever she thought of the face of her beloved, the only one for her, she could feel the lust within her spiking once more. She wanted to be hers - to devote her entire life towards her darling's goals, to help her with her ambitions. To be the sinister temptress Dark Emperor needed to draw more people into their empire - the place that offered her a home, a place to belong. Seeing the realization on her wife's face, Dark Emperor started smiling, and lifted Naomi up into a princess carry - one that the temptress thoroughly enjoyed, clinging to her savior's chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Only upon spotting a familiar figure in the back of the theater did her expression shift into a scowl, a look of pure disdain - however, though the figure was familiar, it was no longer in the same context as it used to be. Rider Raichi. That worm, that vermin, who kept trying to obstruct the brilliant plans of her wife, her goddess! Just how many times did he need to stick his nose into where it didn't belong? Couldn't he just die, or at least be brainwashed into becoming one of her wife's little grunts? Yet he kept persevering every single time, putting them back several steps on their road to a feminine paradise! This had to stop! He had to be defeated! Gauging her wife's reaction, Dark Emperor smiled, and put her down again, so as to not hurt her - then, a large, sweeping motion of Dark Emperor's arm sent a shock wave throughout the room, instantly crushing Rider Raichi into several little blocks of ice. Again and again, he appeared in different corners of the room, but every single time, it was Dark Emperor's arm that removed the charlatan from the theater altogether. Naomi couldn't help but to swoon over how strong and powerful her wife was, feeling reaffirmed in her love once more - and the moment Dark Emperor kneeled down to give her wife a kiss on the lips, Naomi could feel herself falling down - no longer did the ice that kept her suspended in reality need to work its magic on her. As Naomi laid on the ground, naked in a pool of melting water, the real Dark Emperor was watching her with a soft smile on her face - Thoughtfreeze had done an excellent job in her service once again. It was time to get acquainted with her new wife - as well as to lay down the groundwork for Rider Raichi's inevitable arrival next week... ***** "Villainous scum! Return Naoya to me at once, or not even King Enma himself will be able to save you from what I am about to do to you!" Rider Raichi was beyond furious - after putting his complete faith into Naoya, trusting him to take care of everything he needed to do within a week, he eventually learned of his kidnapping at the hands of the T Liberation Empire. They had pulled a lot of atrocious stunts over time, but this time, they had truly done it - nobody laid a hand on the person he looked up to the most in the world, his dearest friend himself! His revenge was swift, with a ferocity unmatched by even the wildest adversaries that Immortal Khan had thrown at the world years ago, and wherever he went in hunt of their secret hideout, people were quick to avoid him from the sheer intensity he emitted. Every time he spotted one of their minions, rage bubbled up within him, and more than once, he was almost ready to burn them to a crisp if they didn't point him towards where he needed to go - it was only his belief in justice that helped him in overcoming these feelings, preventing him from becoming little more than a common murderer. Ultimately, he managed to find some measure of success in locating their hideout, even if it took him several tries before one minion actually pointed him in the right direction - to her, he was at his nicest, merely tossing her head first into a nearby trash can. He did not even care that enemies that should no longer be alive tried to stop him from getting close to the big boss - before she knew what was happening, the Gooey Goddess was little more than a statue made of ice, and even that cat girl whose name eluded him wasn't able to stop him from entering the throne room. There he was, Dark Emperor, clad in his black armor, a woman clinging tightly to his arms - so after kidnapping Naoya, he had the nerve to enjoy his time with a concubine? The unfairness of it all made his blood boil, and in his fury, he made the biggest threat he could think of in the heat of the moment - but in response, only the distorted, metallic laughter of the final boss himself was echoing throughout the room. Normally, it was impossible to read any kind of emotion out of Dark Emperor's voice - and yet, Raichi just knew that right now, the enemy was mocking him. "What a simple-minded, blind fool of a friend you are, Rider Raichi! Letting your closest ally out of sight, and blaming me, the lord of an empire, with your own failure? You are a disgrace, unbecoming of the title of hero!" "Shut it with your semantics, you lump of metal! Where the hell is Naoya? If he's not here by the count of three, you can start preparing for that armor to become your smoldering coffin! Rider Raichi, Heat Mo-" Yet, Dark Emperor's laughter only grew louder and louder - truly, the hero was an even blinder fool than imagined! "Take a good look, oh you blind fool! What kind of hero does not even recognize their own inspiration when it is right in front of them?" "What the hell are you babbling on about?" "Your ignorance is astonishing, Rider Raichi. Are you truly this blinded without Naoya by your side? Were you ever a worthy companion to begin with? Why don't we let my dear wife Naomi be the judge of that?" As if on command, the love-struck woman clinging to Dark Emperor's arm finally turned her attention away, and towards Rider Raichi - and yet, all that was visible on her face was a look of pure disgust, as if she had seen something even lower than a cockroach. It was all the reaction needed from her - her expression conveyed her feelings of hate and disdain far more efficiently than words ever could. And then, after a moment of confusion, something finally clicked within Rider Raichi's head. "N-Naoya? Is that...? What the hell did this guy do to you? Naoya, wake up, it's me, your best friend! I-it's me, Raichi Ikeda! W-why are you looking at me with eyes like that? Don't you remember me? Hey, Naoya! Listen to me!" Within an instant, reality crumbled all around him, making way for a feeling he hadn't ever been familiar with throughout his entire life - pure, unadulterated despair. What... what was going on? He didn't understand the world anymore. Why was Naoya a woman? Why did he not recognize him anymore? Why did he look at him with those hateful eyes? Not in his right state of mind, he did something foolish, and removed the mask of his armor, just to get through to his friend in a last ditch effort. Naoya just had to recognize his stupid face! They spent so much time together, there was no way he couldn't remember any of it! However, his efforts were in vain - not only did Naomi's expression not change, she eventually returned to simply clinging to Dark Emperor's arm, feeling much more comfortable to shower their worst nemesis with love than to deal with the nuisance Dark Emperor would remove all too soon. He only saw one solution - Dark Emperor had to die! When they fought that slime girl before, every single one of her victims was freed when she evaporated - it had to be the same with him! Seeing that glint in his eyes, Dark Emperor urged Naomi to hide in the back, before seizing up Rider Raichi for what he most likely thought would be their final confrontation. "I see you have prepared your heart and soul to end this once and for all. Let me commend that fighting spirit and determination of yours - even backed into a corner, you still cling to a shred of hope, not knowing that it has already been consumed by the night. Very well! As a sign of respect, allow me to bestow you with the honor of looking at my face - burn it into your memory, Rider Raichi, for it will be the last thing you shall ever see!" Flinging the mask from her head, Dark Emperor revealed the woman underneath the suit of armor, locking eyes with the still maskless Rider Raichi - and the moment the biggest thorn in her side dropped to his knees, his legs not being able to support his weight anymore, she knew she had him right where she wanted to. Now, what part of her growing Empire was still in need of improvement? An unnamed minion, latex clinging tightly to her curves, only joyous obedience running through her head? A new kitty for Captain Katze to train and tease? A piece of furniture, a footstool to be used whenever she felt like making herself comfortable on her throne? With these questions in mind, she waved her hand without breaking eye contact, beckoning for Naomi to come closer again now that the danger had passed - oh how she loved the company of this little vixen, truly the best idea she had come up with to this date. Loyal to a fault, not even the sight of her former comrade was enough to make her switch sides - if anything, Naomi's loyalty to her had been stronger than ever, she didn't even seem to consider Rider Raichi to be human anymore! And she was such a wonderful lover in bed - already, she had shown Dark Emperor sensations in bed that she did not think to be possible, despite her life-long experience of being into the fairer sex. And the way she was so into their shared goal, the feminization of the entire planet - it was more than she could have ever hoped for! In all honesty, Dark Emperor would have been fine with her taking a backseat in their plans, more intent in helping the goals move along rather than to come up with ideas herself, and yet here she had been present in her life for less than a week, and already she came up with plans on what to do after Rider Raichi had been disposed of! Ah, it almost made her wonder what she did to deserve a wife as wonderful as Naomi - but then again, she knew just what she did exactly, in no uncertain terms, for she helped bring Naomi into existence in the first place. ... perhaps it would be suitable to give her wife the service of a loyal little maid as an engagement gift. Naomi deserved it - she was the best evil wife an empress could possibly wish for. And Thoughtfreeze did amazing work - surely, putting yet another job into her capable hands would not be an issue at all...