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Leaning close to whisper, you kiss him. Adrenalin makes it all feel right. "I know it's you, clark." you purr into his ear. It's so quiet, he won't need his super hearing, but no-one else in the thickening crowd will hear a thing.
'Ultraman' snaps towards you, "You're mistaken ma'am." But, despite his best efforts, you spot the extra colour in his cheeks. Smiling, indulgently, you sink deeper into his arms, as he erupts into flight.
Finding a quiet balcony where you can talk without being overheard. It's an incredibly real VR, as you feel everything, exactly as if it's real. Despite the unfamiliarity of the body, your bust heaves Ultraman manoevres, the contricting.
Your body carefully crafted to appeal. You can only sensually moan in his masculine arms. You are as feminine as he is masculine.
Flustered, you straighten your outfit as he plants you back on your feet. Intensely aware of how 'on display' you are. Your bust hanging out your top, your skirt hiked high, almost illegally lewd.
"Miss Lang, you must be mistaken." he tries to look confused, undermining your confidence. But, a slow, deliberate shake of your head, and his shoulders collapse.
"I'll keep your secret, Ultraman." you assure him. Your voice breathy and full of promise. You hate how you sound, but playing the 'Damsel in Distress' role, that's beyond your control to change.
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