With a quick gesture at the gloves to direct them to follow her, Saksuki strode back into the school building, leaving Omiko struggling with her immense and sensitive ass. The raven-haired woman’s heels clacked on the floor in a pattern timed precisely enough to set a watch to as she advanced through the halls. The gloves hovered closely behind, their attention on the pert ass before them, though they remained acutely aware that this was a prize that would require caution and nuance to attain.
Within Satsuki’s mind, new calculations and extrapolations were being determined and weighted. The young woman’s plans for herself, Honnōji Academy, and everything had been meticulously crafted from childhood, and though suddenly gaining access to the strange body-molding powers of these gloves was a positive development, it also meant demanding the highest scrutiny in making certain that they be put to the most effective and efficient uses possible. She also needed consider the problems that the strange items could cause, especially considering that the obviousness of their intent to use their abilities on her eventually; of course, given the recent arrival of Ryūko Matoi, that was hardly a factor that she was unfamiliar with.
“I believe that I now have a better grasp on your abilities and… tendencies.” Satsuki finally addressed the hovering handwear. “Based on that, I have decided on your next task. Be aware that if I give you specific guidelines, I will not tolerate deviation from them. Do you understand this?” After the gloves gave a double thumbs-up that seemed to communicate their agreement, Satsuki began to deliver her orders.
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