...that has red spiky hair that looks fairly long and tailed into a loose ponytail, she seems quite happy too! She have an very musclar body that was like the female version of All might's own temple of a body. Blessed with an feminine curve and cleavage. She was wearing an red muscle shirt that showed off her impressive abs and beastly cleavage. Same for the dark jogging pants that hugged her wide hips, or how her wide, plump, thick-as-a-tree-trunk feet were hugged by the straps of those stupidly large, brown, plain-looking slip-ons. The strained clothing barely contained her fat, wiggling toes. You were entranced, and your face was as bright as a tomato. You break your gaze, looking up to see if she noticed you. Big, red, piercing eyes stared directly at you. Your heart began to race. Oh god, she saw you oogling her!
"Yo, uhh..." Her voice was deep but still had a strong girlish tone. It sounded friendly, not an once of anger. But still you squealed.
"I'm really sorry that staring at you like that, s-s-sooo...please don't hurt me!" You stuttered and held your arms in front of your face, talking a mile a minute to the eight-foot-tall tomboy. She blinked in surprise...before her cheeks turned red.
"Hey, no worries, I-I'm used to it...a-and, I'm sure you didn't mean anything by it!" The young red haired Kijo named, Emiriu comforted the human teenager. Bashfully rubbing the back of head, her own cheeks inflamed. "If anything l, uh, really appreciate it!"
"Wha-what?..." You say as your tensed up body begins to loosen up. You were thankful that she wasn't mad, but at the same time you were kinda confused. "You don't mind me... staring?"
"Nope! You see, i put a lot of effort making sure my body looks like this. And while being in tip-top shape is a reward on it's own, it feels good to get some recognition now and then! Especially after lifting some killer weights," she said, a good deal flustered with the attention. She ruffled her own hair, then gave you a friendly smile, showing off her sharp, pearly-white teeth.
Embolden by how relaxed she was, you unthinkingly ask...
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