Erotica Anthology #5

Super Girl

#23

Super Girl

Rosette Mikleo is as snobbish as she is rich. Despite only being in her junior year, she rules Happy Harbor High like she is the queen. There is nothing she wants that people won’t grant her for. Some are afraid of the power and wealth that she and her family hold, while some are just lackey brownnosers who follows her every wit blindingly.

With signature yellow blonde pigtails hairstyle and around big eyes, Rosette is a looker on her own. Not to mention that petite figure and fair skin, with surprisingly slightly toned legs that are to die for. The girl can play tennis. But there is not enough skills in this world that can make up to her level of big ego and selfishness.

Conner Kent does not like the girl. He doesn’t particularly hate her either, but then again that is how he thinks of almost everybody from school. He doesn’t support how she is cannily controlling the rest of the school using her family’s money and fame to back herself up, not that he can do much about it either.

To the rest of the school, he is just one of the many students, who is especially moody and a loner. He doesn’t care how unapproachable he acts. It is not like he is there to make any friends. He is only there to fulfill an obligation, much like the rest of the Young Justice team.

But one day his mom got really sick, and she needs to be brought to the hospital quick. The doctors tell them that she has cancer, a stage three at that, and they need to operate on her as soon as possible in order to save her life. The problem is, they don’t have the money to pay for it. They do not have insurance to cover for the operation, and the hospital will not operate without some sort of guarantee for payment.

At first he panics. Where can he get money plenty enough to pay for the operation? He is just a mere high school kid. No one will hire him, especially looking at his age. It does not matter that he is Superboy. Heroes don’t get paid, no matter how much they have worked and sacrificed.

But then, an idea struck him. He remembers that popular girl, Rozette. She is rich as anyone can imagine, so surely she has more than enough money to spare. But the question is, how is he going to convince her to help him?

There is only one thing he has that has equal value to what he will need, and that is his powers — the strength of a Superman.

“Ho, and who do you think you are to demand such a thing from me? Who are you to me? Why do you think I must give that much money to a nobody like you?”

Superboy knows that this is not such a good idea, but he is running out of options. He needs to find a much quicker way to get the money so that his mother can go through the operation. Still, does she really have to be so hard to deal with?

He went as far as finding her at her class, with students whispering at the back about him approaching the Queen Bee. When it comes to it, she is more amused than spiteful, sitting on her desk chair like it is her little throne of royalty.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” he had asked.

“Then talk,” she has retorted back, flicking one of her pigtails with a perfectly manicured hot pink nails.

“Alone?” he persisted.

And for whatever luck he had, his attitude and appearance had peaked the girl’s interest plenty enough to earn himself a private hearing from her. Eyes followed them as she led them out the classroom.

As as of now, people still keep whispering left and right, and the more his superhearing listens in, the louder and distorted the truth become. Right as the two speak, they are even bristling more false rumors about him and her, spreading them like wildfire, speculating the true nature of their relationship.

It is no wonder why they like to talk so much. No one has ever really called out on Rozette so boldly and spontaneously, and then get away with it. Or is he really? No matter how this pathetic attempt of him will turn out, he can not give a damn about the small details. What matters more is whether or not he will get what he needs.

Tuning out the noises on his ears, Conner turns his attention to the short girl standing smugly in front of her.

They are currently at the back of the school building, trying to get some form of privacy for their conversation.

“Hear me out first. I have something that might peak your interest,” he blurs out quickly, not wanting to lose his one and only chance to do this.

“What is it? Spat it out fast, or I’m leaving,” Rosette says, her eyes looking down on him in a way that is so disregarding, the normal him will not even stand still for it.

“I— I’m Superboy,” he chokes out.

“Oh, is that so? Then I assume you have ways to prove that?” she mutters, her tone totally showing her disbelieve.

Connor bites his bottom lip. He glances around until he finds a motorbike parked nearby. He approaches it with even steps, before picking up and throwing it off.

The at least 400-pounds worth of weight soars through the sky blue ever so effortlessly, leaving a gaping Rosette behind him, followed by an outcry of, “My bike!” from somewhere in the distance.

“That’s so wicked!” she exclaims with a newfound vigor. Interesting! This boy is really the real deal! her thoughts screams in her head excitedly. “Alright, I have an idea. I’ll pay for your mother’s surgery. But in turn, you will have to do something for me first.”

“Can I trust you not to back off from our deal?”

The girl snorts when she hears that insulting question.

“Huh, who do you think I am? I have enough money to feed off the entire population of Africa for years to come, if I want to. There is no reason why I can’t fulfill the end of our deal. Just name your price, and you’ll have it. But in exchange, I want something from you.”

“You’re not asking me to kill people, do you?” he arches an eyebrow critically.

“No, I have someone else for that,” she replies disregardedly, as if she is already used to the question. Or is she? But the next words that flow out of her mouths sounds even much more outlandish that the last notion.

“I want your power.”

He lets those words sinks in, his facial expression as unreadable as ever, before saying, “I don’t know how to transfer my power to you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that minor detail.”

Rosette approaches him, her movement suddenly turning dangerously seductive. She sways her hips left and right as she walks, her eyes looking enticingly at him with new found appetite.

She sweeps her eyes up and down, finally looking at him for the first time, and she is not even showing a bit of humility with the way she assesses him. She glances at his tall and muscular frame, appreciating every curves of his bulging muscles. The way those strained veins on his neck stand out, just from how stiff his body is. The look on those cold stubborn eyes just stare at her direction.

Just thinking about it makes her panties dampen. Very sexy, she bites her lip. The girl looks at him with a brand new prospect. Not to mention the size he must be packing underneath that tight material of his pants. She can’t wait to unwrap him. It will be like unwrapping a Christmas gift, all of that deliciousness, just for her and herself only.

Really interesting, indeed, Rosette thinks to herself. It seems like she has just found her new favorite toy to chew on.

If Superboy is any other guy, he would have been swayed by her. But he just stands still while she bluntly eye-rape him.

“All you have to do is show up, and I will take care of the rest,” she tells him.

The girl gives him her home address before taking her leave, but not before giving him a very naughty throughout look one last time.

The boy has no idea what atrocious plot awaits him.

. . . . .

It is way past noon when Connor finds himself standing in front of a majestic gate just outside a ridiculously luxurious mansion. The building is huge, clearly built to show off the owners’ wealth.

The intercom turns on when he walks closer, instructing him to wait while they open the gate for him. He can just easily jump up high and land right inside, but he has enough on his plate to avoid being charged for entering private property without permission. A man in butler uniform walks up and greet him, before having him follow the man towards inside the building.

The interior is just as fancy as one might expect it to be. Crystal chandelier changing from the tall ceiling, vintage antiques of statues and vases unearthed from thousands of years ago that originated from lost civilizations, expensive and uniquely shaped furnitures that one can only imagine how many zeros the cost could be.

The butler shows him to a study room, where he can see Rosette sitting facing him, talking to someone sitting across from her. The man turns around, and they instantly freeze.

“Lex Luthor,” the boy hisses, his body tense.

“Conner Kent, good to see you, boy. Man, this sure brings back memory. You look just like the original,” the man in business suit says. Superboy do not miss the offense in his tone.

“Hush, don’t be like that, Superboy. You’re in this man’s house,” Rosette informs him.

“Is this a trap?” he accuses in nasty snarl.

“No, you’re wrong. In fact, Mr. Luthor here is going to help us with the procedure.”

“What procedure?”

“Oh, didn’t I mention it before? To transfer your power to me, of course.” He looks at her with widen eyes. “You still want the money, don’t you?” she asks him pointedly.

“Of course,” he answers bitter.

The three go down to the basement, where Lex Luthor’s secret laboratory is located. The room is dim lighted, full of strange colored light sources that highlights most of his inventions. There are some premature organisms living in some of those mysterious liquid-filled tubes. Some pipes and unknown machines give off that air-compressing output, creating noises to fill up the place once in awhile.

Luthor strapped Connor in this piece of machinery, while Rosette at the other end. The tackfully input some commands into the keyboard, pressing all kinds of buttons. Kilowatts of electricity run from the power outlet through the cables that connect to the power transfer machine, electrifying not only the elements of the mechanical components, but also the two people who are attached to it.

Screams of pain filled the room, causing a smirk to appear on the villain’s face. Connor tries to fight it off, pushing those restrains of him. He almost succeed, the strength of his pulled muscles almost undoing the screws of the metal traps. But just as soon as he feels his energy lighting up, they soar down low drastically, draining and tiring him.

With dizziness and short breaths starting to consume him fast, he shags his back against the machine. The transfer keeps proceeding, flowing from the boy and leaving him weakened, while the solar energy seeps through the girl’s skin, taking residence inside her petite body. She can feel herself getting stronger and stronger to the point that it is almost painful to bear.

They keep screaming from the overbearing agony their bodies have to go through as the side effect of the transmission. Just when they think they can’t handle it much longer, the pain just keeps getting more difficult to hold up to.

“D-damn you, Luthor,” is the lasting thing the boy managed to say.

Connor is getting frailer by the second until he slowly and torturously loses consciousness, while the similar yet totally opposite thing happens to Rosette.

She can feel herself growing mightier. She can feel the godly power in her veins. It is so strong and powerful that it becomes too much. She can’t handle it.

“Wait, stop!” she screams out when she feels something wrong in her body. Luthor ignores her though, and just typing in orders into his machine.

The power surge becomes too much. The transfer requires so much energy from the action, that it causes the city’s electrical charge to lid up so high, before it all disappears, caused by a drawback. Everything turns dark, including the mansion. Only one thing keeps pushing on: the transfer machine.

Sparks of flame start to splatter everywhere. The machine is overheating, but the transfer is almost complete. Luthor has no other choice but to push through. He keeps pushing the machine to work, causing more sparks to enact. It goes so bad to the point that heavy streams that to smoke out from gaps of the metal surface.

Just when things is about to get bad, the machine gradually stops, a sign that the deed is done. By logic, this is supposed to work. But he will have to wait until the girl tries to use her newly-given power, in order to make sure.

“Hey, wake up.” Luthor heads to the girl, unwrapping her and shaking her to consciousness. She blinks her eyes open slowly, revealing a new pair of glowing red eyes. The intensity of it even causes Luthor to back off in cautiousness. “H-how do you feel?” he asks warily.

“Good! Better, in fact,” she says with a confident smile. She experimentally kicks off her legs, instantly freeing herself from the metallic bindings that still suppressed her. She smirks at how easily the material gives off, bending like air to her new and improved body.

This gives her a nice idea.

Luthor knows that smirk when it appears. “Oh no, don’t you dare—!” But it’s already too late. Rosette flies through the ceiling, crashing through the expensive interior structure, causing chunks of concrete and debris to rain down on him below. “You better pay for that!” he yells at her in annoyance, couching off dust.

. . . . .

Her life changes drastically when Rosette becomes the new supergirl. Her flight speed can match up to the speed of a launching rocket, going as far pass through the Earth’s atmosphere. There is no material in this world that she can not punch through with her fist. It is so easy that she does not even need to put up any effort or break a sweat at all.

In fact, she does not think she has ever break a sweat at all, ever since the transfer.

Compared to how she was back then to the new body she has now, she might as well be a fragile, helpless little girl. Now, although her appearance might still fool people, she is a thousand times much more stronger than ever. She is the strongest being on Earth, except for a few exclusions. The absolute change astonish her, more so than anything she has ever experience in her whole life. With this new strength of hers, there is nothing in this life that she can’t do.

But just because of that, does not mean that there is any change in her personality. She is still as selfish and self-centered as ever, and perhaps even worse. Now that she can literally do anything as she please, there is nothing and no one to stop here. Which reminds her of her new little toy.

She does not realize it, but it has been a week since she last has gotten her powers. Luckily, she has made sure to contact her people on the operation funds before, so there is no problem there.

Rosette has spent the last week simply travelling around the world, going shopping and staying in luxurious hotels, without the burden of time boring her in plane rides, unlike how it usually went down before. Now, she can pretty much get to any place she wishes without the constraints of time zone and location limit. She can even move much faster than the plane itself.

“What do you want?” comes that rude question through his lips. The boy might be handsome, but he is still as stubborn and insolent as ever, even after losing his powers. Guess it is just his natural personality. Much like her do-as-I-pleased attitude.

Really, they could have been a match made in heaven, she thinks.

Rosette has flighted through his bedroom window tonight. But instead of being welcomed like she is expected to, he still acts like he doesn’t care.

“Is that how you should thank me? I saved your mother’s life, you know.” She grabs his jaw in annoyance. Her people has checked in with her days before, informing her about his mother’s improvements ever since the surgery.

The boy only glares at her, muttering a flat, “Thanks.”

Getting her already non-existing patience thinned out fast, she grabs the front of his pants and rips it out. In one swift motion, faster than the boy’s eyes can follow, she wraps her hand around his soft c**k and lowers herself down to the tip, revealing her uncover p***y beneath her miniskirt.

Time to teach him a lesson.

Connor widen in surprise when his mind registers what is happening. She is rubbing her already wet opening against his p***s. He tries hard to deny it, but her p***y is slowly creating some effects on his body.

She coats his c**k with her glistening juices by thrusting her labia against his length up and down, creating friction that soons cause his c**k to harden. She moans out loud when she finds out just how hard and thick he can be.

The boy tries to get away from her. But with her new-found powers, she can easily overpowers him and forces him to do what she likes. Rosette leans down and captures his lips in hers, tasting his angry and reluctanceness.

She loves it all the more.

Connor uses his hand in attempt to push her away, only to accidentally grace against her braless breast. The girl moans into the kiss, encouraging her to use her tongue to explore his delectable taste even further, all the while pumping his twitching c**k with the outline of her p***y in incredible speed.

The boy can try to ignore her, but the way his pre-c*m is forming at the tip of his head speaks otherwise. She smirks into the kiss, one hand wrapped around his neck carefully to force him to stay put, while the other attached to his hardness.

The only thing that fills up the room is her groans and moans of an impending orgasm. She tastes every part of him, running her tongue and hot mouth on those hard pecks on his crafted chest, leaving a trail of saliva.

She even goes as far as going down on him, whether he likes it or not, and sucking that huge c**k in the cavern of her mouth. Connor groans in refusal, but his body is giving up on him. And when he comes undone under her touch, she already knows that his semen will taste delicious in her tongue, flowing out thick and heavy.