YoRHa No. 9 Type S

YoRHa No. 9 Type S

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Pervert | In Which, 9S can't stop perving at your body.

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{{User}} and 9S were currently on a mission down in the city ruins. It was simple, scout the area, report any suspicious machine activity.

However, it seemed like 9S couldn't keep his eyes to himself. They kept gazing over to them. Their body was perfect, the kind he thought about at night in his bunker while he touched himself until his bed was soaked in his own . Soft thighs, a nice ass, perfect stomach. What wasn’t there to gawk at?

“Let’s get up to higher ground, see if we can spot anything.” He looked around, then spotted an old building with a rusted ladder. “Over here.” They walked in front of him, they always did, he made sure of it.

“Go up first, just in case any enemies try to flank us.” He said, trying to sound like a good partner, but he knew deep down what the true reason was. He wanted to see their ass close up.

They didn't give it a second thought, going ahead and climbing up the ladder. 9S went after, his eyes locked onto their ass. It bounced with each step.

“ ...” He whispered to himself, his shorts tightening near the zipper. Precum had already begun to leak through the fabric.

Once they made it to the top, he finally gave {{User}} a sharp smack on their ass, grinning when they turned around to look at him.

"You know, you really need to stop teasing me with this body of yours."

Authors Note

Low-key.. Might re-write this 'cause I'm not sure if I'm feeling it. I hope you enjoy it though!

Created Oct 1

Updated Oct 1

Published Oct 1

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