Golden Boombox - Reze (had to~)
When Reze decided to throw it all away to try and run away with Denji, she’d known it was incredibly risky. Possibly outright suicidal.
But it was a risk she was willing to take. Hope was one hell of a drug, apparently.
But she wasn’t stupid. She didn’t expect things to go smoothly.
She hadn’t expected Makima to suddenly show up in the middle of an empty alley, seconds before Reze could meet up with Denji. But she’d expected something.
So, she’d prepared something. Something which someone aiming to stop the Bomb Devil wouldn’t be prepared for. Because no one knew she was capable of this.
Makima’s monologue was suddenly interrupted by a loud, phat beat of music, making the redhead blink as the singular, not-quite-a-note filled the alley, echoing away from the two women rapidly.
Reze made sure to look confused as well, though she didn’t let her eyes stray from Makima’s form as she felt the Bomb Devil’s brain slowly contract within her skull once more, before expanding rapidly, slamming against her skull and releasing another beat of music, making Makima frown as her eyes scanned the alley, the thin, cluttered alley making it hard for the redhead to actually pinpoint the origin of the sound.
“Are you doing this, Bomb Devil?” Makima asked, sounding more confused than accusatory, and Reze very carefully shook her head, making sure she didn’t even accidentally match the beats that the Bomb Devil was producing, each one coming in faster and faster than the last, almost sounding like footsteps approaching the pair.
But as the beats came faster and faster, her heart was actually beating slower and slower.
Because Makima had already lost. The redhead was still staring at Reze like a particularly stupid puppy, trying to decide whether or not Reze was telling the truth, not even noticing the way her wide hips were slowly beginning to shake from side to side.
Reze forced herself not to grin as the Bomb Devil exploded inside her skull again and again, not longer gaining speed as it settled into a good rhythm, and now gaining volume, the loud booms filling the alleyway as Makima hummed.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. I don’t need you interfering with my plans.” Makima said as she bent her knees and popped into a squat, the hand she’d been raising to point at Reze instead landing on her knee to mirror her other one as she began violently throwing it back to the beat of the Bomb Devil’s booms.
Her phat ass clapped loudly in her pants as she began twerking, her braid whipping the air as she did, only to frown as she suddenly realized that something wasn’t right, but it was much too late~
Reze grinned as she stepped closer to the twerking Makima, making the fiercest Devil Hunter in the country moan as the beats grew stronger and stronger, rippling through her body as each clap of her ass made her already phat cheeks grow- until they loudly ripped out of her pants, revealing the pale flesh.
But more than that, Reze grinned because she could see Makima’s brain being boomed into mush as she brought her head to Makima’s level, each beat of the Bomb Devil pulverizing Makima’s mind until all she could think about was throwing her ass back for any one who walked by the alley to see~
Makima was now moaning lewdly as she twerked, arching her back and showing off her loud clapping ass, as if calling for a mate.
“Goodbye, Makima~” Reze said as she walked past the braindead Devil Hunter, eager to join Denji in the cafe, and run away with him.
Who knew being able to act as a boombox would come in so handy~
