Tsubasa flashed a blushing, beautiful smile as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her Blackwing suit was made from polymer weaves composed of alloys that were a secret beyond standard military technology. It offered unparalleled protection in addition to the intimidation factor that her reputation had earned over the course of a successful career fighting supervillainy.
But it also just…it fit her so poorly. How she had ever managed to squeeze her bust into the suit, only for it to be squished by the ballistic plating of her chest guard, was perhaps the most confusing part. And having her chest squished so much was surely one of the reasons she had the Vapors!
But now she wore something far more comfortable, and more fitting for the country club. A purple tennis dress that fit snug, but not tight over her breasts, each of which was almost if not just as large as her own head! The dress ended at a short skirt that hugged her hips, and her shapely legs were no longer dressed in unflattering combat armor, but white tights. The pro shop even had a pair of shoes that perfectly matched the ensemble!
“You look lovely, Tsu.” Tsubasa gasped, blushing once more as Rowan pressed herself against the heroine’s(?) back, and gave her a hug.
“T-Thank you,” Tsubasa said. “But is it really OK that you’re buying me these clothes? I mean, you’ve done more than enough to make up for the golf ball—Oh!” She gasped as Rowan’s breath tickled her ear, almost melting in her arms.
“You did say you needed new clothes, right?” Rowan asked in a sweet tone. “And really, it’s no trouble to me at all.” Tsubasa watched the future wonderful-husband-to-a-lucky-wife smile. “You look dressed for the part. Would you like to see if one of the other ladies is interested in a round of tennis?”
Tsubasa blinked, her long lashes fluttering as the suggestion registered. Tennis? She couldn’t recall ever having touched a racquet before. In all honestly, she probably wasn’t very good. Though, neither were the other women she saw playing earlier, so…
*****
With her newly purchased racquet, as well as a purple sun visor hat to keep her pretty brown eyes shaded, Tsubasa followed Rowan to the tennis courts. There, a small group of women about their age had paused for water, and Rowan broke the ice. “Hello, ladies. Would one of you care for a match with this fine lady with me?”
The gathered women looked toward Tsubasa, who looked back at them with equal interest. A blonde, blue-eyed woman with long, drill-like coils of hair and a pastel pink tennis dress stepped forward, and stood proud, with an air of haughty arrogance. “Oh? A challenge? Hmph!”
Tsubasa felt like she knew the woman from somewhere. LIke a photograph or a video, but the memories of a brainy molecular scientist didn’t correlate to the smug, busty woman before her. “I’m Tsubasa,” she greeted. “Rowan…”
“Oh? Did Rowan finally tie the knot?” The woman asked, and then laughed. “OH ho ho ho ho!”
“I…oh…Oh my!” Tsubasa gasped. First the nurse, and now this woman! S-Surely she didn’t look that much like the wife of someone so wonderful. How could she ever be worthy of Rowan’s hand?!
“Well, newcomer!” The woman raised her racquet in an intimidating gesture. “If you think you can take on the great Margaret Elizabetha Gray, you must be foolish!”
Margaret…Elizabetha…Gray? Tsubasa vaguely recalled the name of Maggie E. Warner, but…well, whoever this Margaret was, she certainly seemed full of herself! But Tsubasa wasn’t about to claim she could crush the competition. “I…I…well…we can play a game, right?”
*****
The match began with Margaret’s serve. She tossed the ball upward, and then gave it a hard thwack with her racquet, mewling lewdly as her bust jiggled. “Oo~ooh!”
The serve, weak and floaty, crossed the net and bounced in bounds. Tsubasa, who had never played a game of tennis in her life, and who had spent all of her years either in training to be a superheroine, or working as a superheroine, zeroed in on the slow, almost flaccid movement of the ball, and turned on the jets. With all of the force she could muster, she returned the serve, her bust bouncing as she grunted with a sense of passion.
“Ah~nnh!”
While Margaret’s serve had been limp and weak, Tsubasa’s return shot left her racquet like a supersonic missile, hit the court surface in bounds, and then on the bounce, flew straight at Margaret, striking her in the toso, just below her breasts. The impact sent her tits jiggling as she flew to the ground in stunned surprise.
Tsubasa looked at the collapsed heap of ojou that was Margaret, and then at Rowan, and then back at Margaret, and then Rowan again. “Uh…I didn’t mean to do that!”
Rowan could only whistle appreciatively as she clapped. “You know, Margaret was considered the club tennis pro, but I’d wager that’s your title now!”
Tsubasa blushed at the compliment. She had honestly expected to lose, not to win by knockout. Tennis wasn’t even a combat sport! Not that she had any interest in such…violent activities that might set off her Vapors.
On the other hand, if she really had the skill to be the tennis pro of the country club (not that that was a high bar, mind you), then it did give her a reason to stick around and continue her mission be close to Rowan!
“Ooh, that was, like, a nice shot!” A giggly redhead with a spaced-out look in her eyes strutted up to Tsubasa. “Can I play you next?”
“Uh…” Before Tsubasa could say yes or no, more women, all of them in various styles and colors of tennis dresses, and all of them busty of chest and flighty of expression, gathered around her.
“Where’d you learn that swing?”
“Is your husband here?”
“You’re sooo pretty! Want to have tea sometime?”
Tsubasa froze. She had been accustomed to working alone and being alone for so long that sudden social interaction felt very strange, and almost foreign. But rather than recoil, she found that she enjoyed the attention. So many years of solitude, and brooding, and using a silly voice changer, just to keep everyone at arm’s length for no reason whatsoever, and yet she seemed about to make friends from one swing of a tennis racquet!
Stupid superheroine work and the stupid codes she had been raised to follow, making her miss out on this!
Just as Tsubasa collected her bearings and prepared to answer the questions (well, except the ‘husband’ question), the scene was interrupted by a familiar bellowing of arrogant laughter.
“OH ho ho ho ho!”
Tsubasa looked across the court and saw Margaret back on her feet, no worse for wear. “You play a surprisingly strong game,” the blonde spoke in a calm tone, as though she seemed to come to an understanding about Tsubasa’s abilities. Her eyes filled with a fiery passion as she continued. “One such as you is fit to be my rival!” She pointed a manicured finger at Tsubasa with a melodramatic flair. “We shall meet again, Tsubasa…”
Margaret’s bravado quieted, and she squinted. “What was your last name?”
“Kurosawa…?”
“Right!” Margaret’s bravado returned. “TSUBASA KUROSAWA! The mark your tennis ball left on my supple belly marks as rivals eternal! And when next we meet, I shall have the upper hand! OH ho ho ho ho!!!”
With that absurd laugh, Margaret strutted off.
Tsubasa sighed as she watched in confused wonder as she watched her “riva” depart.. “Well, better her than the Jester. Or any of those other villains.”
“Huh?” The redhead asked.
“Oh, nothing!” Tsubasa smiled, ready to put her idiotic rogue’s gallery out of mind. She had tennis balls to hit and Vapors to fight off. Why would she ever want to worry about some weirdo clown? Instead, she thought of Rowan, the wonderful, handsome, future husband, and giggled. “Rowan says I could be the club tennis pro!”
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