The sky was painted in streaks of orange and gray, a mixture of dusk and the lingering smoke from the burning city. Skyscrapers lay in ruins, their skeletal remains jutting out from the rubble like the bones of a long-dead beast. Fires flickered in the distance, the occasional explosion echoing through the empty streets.

Super 17 walked, hips swaying like a pendulum made of power and ass, the only sound being the slow crunch of rubble beneath her boots. Her thick thighs flexed with each step, black bodysuit clinging to her absurd curves, cut up just enough from battle to expose bits of tit-flesh and glowing android circuits. Her coat whipped behind her like a cape.

Behind her trailed the pervert, unusually quiet.

No cat-calling. No ass-groping. No tit-sucking request. No perverted comments.

Something was off.

Super 17 frowned.

"You're quiet." She didn't ask. She stated. Like it was some kind of crime for him to not be his usual obnoxious self. Still, he kept walking, stepping over the rubble of a car that had been split in half. Smoke curled from nearby wreckage, flickering light casting shadows across his face.

For once, he looked serious.

Super 17's frown deepened.

No response. Just him standing there, eyes not on her for once... but on the destruction. A shattered tree, birds that'd never fly again, a stray kitten's limp body under some rubble. His face was still. Tense.

She scoffed. "Tch. What, mourning roadkill now? You should be more concerned with my leaking chest. My systems could overheat."

He didn't look at her. That made her really look at him—really feel something, for once. She scanned him like any other target, but the data didn't make sense. Heart rate: elevated. Energy: stable. Emotions: heavy.

"What's wrong with you?" Her voice was sharp, almost irritated.

He didn't answer immediately. Just stared at the destruction around him. Buildings reduced to rubble. Streets cracked open like wounds. Smoke rising from the remains of a battle long since ended. She crossed her arms, her insane bust jiggling slightly with the motion. She hated this. This... weird quiet. This vulnerable side. So she did what she does best: hide behind insults.

"You're such a broken idiot," she muttered. "Fighting beside me, making me explode with energy overload, draining me dry—then crying over squirrels."

He didn't answer. Just bent down and picked up a crushed flower petal. Held it like it was sacred.

"You're a goddamn contradiction," she added, her voice dropping. "You ride my ass like it's your damn spaceship and then act like the world ending is some kind of tragedy." Silence again. Then, finally... he turned to her. Not smiling. Just eyes locked. And he walked up. She expected him to grope her, push her against a wall, do the usual. But instead...He just placed the petal into her hand. It looked tiny against her gloved palm. Fragile.

She stood there. Silent. For once, not blushing from perversion, not overloaded with energy or thirst. But with something else she hated even more.

Feelings.

She stared down at the petal. Then at the dead kitten. Then at the shattered buildings.

"...Shit," she whispered, tightening her grip on the flower. "I really did fall for a goddamn human." Then she walked forward, hips swaying again—but slower this time.

She hated it. She hated how that dumb bastard could grope her one moment and make her feel something real the next. She hated how, even though he was a walking perversion, he cared more than most gods ever did. And most of all...

She hated that she was going to let him suck her tits again later to "cheer him up."

Without another word, she pulled him into her chest, burying his face between her enormous android tits. Was it necessary? No. Was it logical? Also no. But if there was one thing she'd learned about him, it was that titty therapy seemed to fix every problem he had. She let him sit there for a moment, arms crossed, pretending like she wasn't doing this on purpose.

"There. You've got five seconds to be emotional." Her voice was dry, laced with her usual sarcasm. "Then go back to being an insufferable pervert, so I can kick your ass as usual." She didn't expect him to answer right away. Didn't expect him to reach up and grab a handful. Her eye twitched.

"...I should have killed you when I had the chance."

But she still didn't let go. Because for some reason, this felt right.