Damien Kova
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Destressing Before A Job (WIP)
🕑 Added 2024-05-06 18:18:26 +0000 UTCA/N: This was written with datamined details before release. Things could be different between her portrayal in this story and her in-game portrayal.
“Minghua, where are you heading?”
A cold voice stopped Yinlin as she opened the door in front of her. It was the same cold voice that she had grown accustomed to hearing over the last few weeks of being in this mafia’s home. Minghua was the name that she had given herself to infiltrate this mafia family, using it so that no one knew who she truly was. However, very few knew who ‘Yinlin’ was. “To get some repair gear for my puppet.” Yinlin’s lips curled into a sly smile as she flicked her hand, the pointy-eared black puppet that rested on her shoulder turning its head before drifting off of her. “Do you need us to pick something up on our way back?”
“No no. Just want you to keep your eyes out. Rumor has it another Secret Agent made their way into our ranks.” The man scoffed before waving his hand dismissively. “When will those PSB bastards learn their lesson?”
“I’ll grab some food on my way home. Might be out a bit.” With another flick of her wrist, the puppet that was now floating behind her rested itself back onto her shoulder. And she was quick to bring a hand between its points ears, gently caressing it as she stepped through the doorframe.
As soon as she was out the door and had it closed behind her, Yinlin pulled a small notepad out of her skintight qipao and opened it. Making her way toward the repair shop, she looked at the blank lined pages before her aside from what seemed like some random scribbles on the edges. But, of course, that was how she wanted it to look, being the Secret Agent that the mafia was now looking for.
In the back of her mind, Yinlin figured that the mafia head was onto her, but that wasn’t something she could worry about right now. They wouldn’t have much longer to think about her, after all. Tonight was the night she had planned to take them out, using a gang war that was approaching the area as cover to take them out before slipping away. However, there was something else that she needed to handle first.
Pulling a pen out from between her breasts, Yinlin began to scribble on the nearly empty page, adding to what was already there and a date that seemed almost illegible between the scribbles. Fortunately, as she walked the streets, it did not take long at all for her to be alone. Without a single person around her, she took the opportunity to toss the notepad into a nearby bush. Only to then flick her wrist and watch as Zapstring made her way to the bush and pushed the notepad a bit deeper into it, coming back to Yinlin’s shoulder without more than a second passing. “There. That should handle that. Now… How to relax before the big night…?”
It was at this moment that she looked up from the ground and noticed the repair shop in front of her. But instead of making her way into it like she told the mafia man she would do, Yinlin walked her way around it without breaking her stride. She made her way to the one spot at the back of the shop where the camera had been broken for weeks, gesturing for Zapstring to make her way up toward the top of the building.
As soon as the puppet made its way there, Yinlin watched as the threads that kept the puppet tied to her were starting to glow. Without missing a beat, she grabbed onto a few of the threads and watched as Zapstring pulled her up the wall. Of course, she gave her little puppet help by walking up the side of it as quietly as she could. And when she was at the top of the building only a few seconds later, Yinlin snapped her fingers and watched as Zapstring made its way to her.
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she brought Zapstring to her cheek and gently nuzzled it. “Thanks, Zapstring. Why don’t you keep an eye out while I take a few moments to myself, huh?” There was a bit of a cheerful tone in Yinlin’s voice as she talked to the puppet. And she couldn’t stop herself from giggling as Zapstring nodded its head and moved to the edge of the building.
With that handled, Yinlin let out a gentle breath before pulling on the qipao that she was wearing, giving her hips a gentle swirl to help her get it off and strip out of it. And before she knew it, the skin-tight fabric found its way onto the repair shop’s roof. Another breath left the woman as she ran her hand through her scarlet hair, the gentle and cool air of the night starting to nip at her skin. “This is going to be fun.~”
Letting her hands down to her sides, Yinlin allowed her mind to wander for a second. She allowed thoughts of lust and desire to fill her mind and cause her body to start heating up, craving that familiar blissful sensation of touch that she secretly loved. All the while, purple and pink electric strings began to leave the palm of her hands and her fingers, falling to her sides. And as the lustful thoughts continued to fill her mind, the strings started to slowly wrap around Yinlin’s body.
Starting with her waist, the strings formed a belt along her hip line. Only to then move up her back and over her shoulders, draping down and forming a circle around each of her breasts. The strings continued to move down her stomach, crossing above her belly button and then wrapping around her thighs, looping back into the belt that formed along her hips. The smile that was on her lips grew as her body was suddenly engulfed in a gentle but clearly noticeable shock.
A blissful breath that almost sounded like a moan spilled from Yinlin as the pleasure immediately hit her. The feeling of the cool air fighting with the heat that radiated from her as she became slowly more and more turned on. There was no way she would be able to leave this shop as heated as she was now, but that was the point. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to sit right above the shop’s front door and masturbate while watching the street below her.
