Ch115- Mirko! I am Not that Type of Gentleman!

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Mokami had barely settled back into bed after Eire's departure when he heard the door to his room creak open once more. He knew it was Mirko from her confident footsteps, and he sighed internally, anticipating her intentions.

"Hey, Mokami," Mirko whispered, her voice sultry and assertive. "You awake?"

Mokami feigned ignorance, hoping that she would drop the subject and leave him be. "Oh, hey Mirko. What's up? Can't sleep?"

Mirko didn't mince words. "You know what I want, Mokami. I just need to blow off some steam, and I think you can help me with that. From what I heard from your sister, you are quite a lady-killer."

Mokami tried his best to maintain his oblivious facade. "I'm not sure what you mean, Mirko. If you want to talk about something, I'm here for you."

Mirko smirked, clearly amused by his attempts at playing dumb. She stepped closer to him, her eyes locked onto his with determination with a wild grin on her face. "You know exactly what I mean, Mokami. Don't be shy. I'll take the lead."

As she leaned in to forcefully capture his lips, Mokami reacted quickly, conjuring a pair of handcuffs and restraining Mirko's wrists to the bed, at the same time switching their position, Mirko gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal.

"What the hell, Mokami?" she demanded, a hint of anger in her voice. Yet, there was a spark of excitement in her eyes, finding herself in a dominated position for the first time in her life.

Mokami looked at her seriously, deciding it was time to explain his stance on the matter. "Mirko, I can't give you what you want. For me, intimacy is about more than just physical pleasure. It's about love and emotion. Without that connection, it's meaningless."

Mirko stared at him, processing his words, her anger and arousal mingling into a potent mix. Her pride was hurt; she wasn't used to being rejected. "Don't you understand who I am, Mokami?" she spat, her voice filled with frustration. "I'm famous, hot, and strong. Men would kill for a chance to be with me."

Mokami didn't let her words sway him. "Mirko, you are attractive. However, with my resources, I could find hundreds of people even more so. It's true that you're famous, but I have my own fame, allowing me to mingle with movie stars if I want to. Your strength is undeniable, but it's not enough to overcome my own charm. I, on the other hand, can easily walk away from someone who's attractive, famous, and strong like you. I seek something more profound than physical attraction; I look for a deeper connection.”

Mirko clenched her fists, her face flushed with a mix of anger and arousal. The rejection was a blow to her pride, but the handcuffs that restrained her only fueled her desires. Her breathing grew heavy, and her body trembled with a mixture of emotions.

Mokami could see her struggle, and he sighed softly. "I understand that you have needs, but I can't be the one to fulfill them without an emotional connection. I hope you can respect that.

You can keep the room, and I will use the guest room."

With that, Mokami left the room, seeking refuge in a guest room for the remainder of the night. Mirko, still handcuffed to the bed, couldn't deny the effect Mokami's actions had on her. Her mind raced with thoughts of him, her anger fueling her desire.

In a swift motion, Mirko broke the handcuffs, her strength easily overcoming the restraints. Frustrated yet undeniably aroused, she gave in to her urges, satisfying herself with thoughts of what could have been, her emotions a tangled web of anger, desire, and a newfound, begrudging respect for Mokami.

"Aghnn~" She moaned as her hand worked overtime to make up the lack of male genitalia between her lower lips, "That look. That indifference. That power." Her mind replayed Mokami's cold words. "You're an arrogant bastard," she hissed, recalling his refusal to give in to her requests.

The words continued to echo in her head as her fingers worked furiously, bringing her to a hard, pulsing orgasm that yielded only to further frustration. She could have sworn she heard Mokami whispering in her ear as she came. "I never gave you my permission to come."

Her pleasure was a mix of anger and lust, the catalyst for her fantasies of the minutes before.

"Maybe I misjudged him," she thought to herself, her mind wandering to the confident and determined expression on his face. "I should try to be friends. No, better yet. I should try to seduce him one more time. Maybe that'll change this stupid idea he has of needing love to be intimate! Maybe I can break him."

"No! I can't risk it. I have to find another way." She thought, "Maybe he didn't like my dominant act. Should I crawl over next time?"

She squirmed in the bedsheets, trying to ignore the heat still building between her legs. "I've never been with such a man," she whispered to herself, her eyes narrowing in frustration. "This...strange desire to be dominated by Mokami will go away...it will. That bastard!"

As the stew of emotions continued to simmer within her, Mirko drifted off to sleep, her body tingling with a desire much deeper.

Mokami tossed and turned in the guest room, unable to find sleep after the events of the night. He sighed in frustration, realizing that sleep was not going to come easily. Deciding to make the most of his insomnia, Mokami rose from the bed and headed to his study, hoping to research the issue Nigel had brought to his attention earlier.

As Mokami entered the dimly lit study, he activated his computer, which hummed to life. He began his search, delving into the negative comments and rumors about heroes that Nigel had discovered. Although Nigel was an excellent AI, capable of hacking virtually any system, there were still certain things that even he couldn't uncover.

As Mokami dug deeper into the web, he found a pattern of misinformation and falsehoods being spread about heroes. It seemed that someone or some group was purposefully creating and disseminating these negative stories, perhaps in an attempt to tarnish the reputation of heroes or to sow discord within the public.

Mokami's brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to trace the source of these rumors. He found that many of the comments originated from anonymous accounts, making it difficult to identify those responsible. However, he noticed that some of the accounts shared common phrases and patterns, suggesting that they might be connected.

Mokami continued to investigate, his determination growing stronger. The heroes' reputation and public trust were at stake, and he knew that exposing the truth behind these rumors was vital. As the night wore on, his search yielded more clues and connections, but the true mastermind behind the smear campaign remained elusive.

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