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Miko loves little boys.
No, she’s not a shotacon. At least, she’ll deny it when Ei asks her. She just likes when boys are small and pathetic and oh so teasable. When boys are young and helpless to her bullying. She has no desire to ever pursue these targets romantically. It’s all about the pleasure of humiliating them.
When the Knights of Favonius Reconnaissance Company comes to Inazuma to do some of their own cartographing after the Sakoku Decree had been abolished, Miko meets a new chew toy.
The grandmaster of the Knights comes along as well, bearing gifts and other foreign pleasantries for the shogun. Miko will let Ei handle all of that of course. She’s more interested in the blonde boy who diligently trails behind Grandmaster Varka like a little duckling hopping after its mother.
Miko leans over next to the woman next to her and mutters, “Looks like a baby chick stowed away on the ship.”
The Raiden Shogun doesn’t respond, but Miko sees the tell. The side of Ei’s mouth just barely twitches: a restrained smile. She got her.
Grandmaster Varka is boisterous and jovial. And far too tall for Miko’s liking. But the young lad next to him—
“Please, join me in Tenshukaku for a traditional Inazuman meal,” the Raiden Shogun rather flatly intonates to the large man. Varka is happy to accept though, and he leaves behind with Miko a tiny trembling boy, the so-called “Front-Line Surveyor”. And a few other riffraff of course.
“I am the head shrine maiden of the Grand Narukami Shrine. Yae Miko. As a show of goodwill, we have made full reservations for your team at Uyuu Restaurant as well as Aisa Bathhouse and Inn. We hope that you enjoy your stay.” She bows with the demure shrine maiden attitude that they would expect from her. She’d rather not pull out her claws just yet.
The cheers and hollers of joy are proceeded by a very short expedition that Miko leads to Uyuu Restaurant, where all of the Knights of Favonius Reconnaissance Company waste no time in raiding and ordering all the best meat and alcohol that the establishment has to offer.
All except one little baby bird, that is.
“You’re not going to order anything?”
“M-Miss Yae Miko! I-I, um—”
Miko laughs and brings a relaxed hand in front of her mouth. “Dear me, boy! You’re far more timorous than I would have expected for a ‘Front-Line Surveyor’, aren’t you?”
“T-Tim-what?” the boy asks with apprehension, eyes darting around the room most likely to find a teammate to rescue him. “My apologies. I’m just not familiar with the area, and—”
Miko daintily places firm hands on the boy’s shoulders and makes him twist his body back to face the bar. “You don’t want to offend me and my culture by not ordering anything do you?” she coos at him. “I promise every bowl of ramen and every drop of sake will be covered in full.”
“Um . . . That sounds lovely, Miss Yae, but according to Mondstadt law, I’m not allowed to drink.”
If she were in a light-novel with a comic attached, this would be the moment where the words “Underaged!” would pop up above the boy’s head with lots of kawaii hearts and roses next to the invisible word.
Miko snags the empty seat next to this boy before someone else steals it.
“It’s a good thing we’re not in Mondstadt then, isn’t it?”
She gets him started with a bowl of her favorite udon. Just as a warm up to the real deal. She most certainly doesn’t want to spook the little duckling yet. He’s a skittish little thing. Almost more than Gorou. But unlike Gorou, this boy has nowhere to run. A perfect target.
“You know,” Miko says as she lightly touches the feather and shield ornament adorning the boy’s vest. “This seems a bit unfair for me, don’t you agree?”
The boy looks up from his udon, slurping a stray noodle up that threatened to fall back into the bowl. “P-Pardon me, Miss Yae?”
Miko waves down the bartender and whispers her order into his ear. As soon as he’s gone, she turns back to the boy and says, “I just think it’s terribly unfair that you know my name without me knowing your adorable name, don’t you?”
The boy’s face flushes instantly, a bright tomato red scorched by the fire of the Sun that is Miko’s teasing words. Young boys like him are so fucking easy.
“Uh, umm—M-My name is . . . Mika, ma’am. Mika Schmidt.”
One of Miko’s ears twitches in surprise. She tilts her head with a sly grin. “How interesting! Our meeting cannot be a coincidence then. After all, two souls sharing an almost identical name. Why, it must be fated by the spirits.”
The bartender comes back with the sake. He sets the small glass down for Miko and the much larger glass for Mika. Before he can say no, Miko guides his hand to the bigger glass and forces him to grab it.
Mika’s eyes are as wide as a full moon. “I-I don’t know if I should—”
“Mika, my dear,” Miko purrs as she lifts her own glass. “This is a show of goodwill between nations, isn’t it? You’re far more mature for your age group than the rowdy boys I see making a mess at my shrine. I trust you to set a high standard for Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius.”
The boy visibly swallows as he stares down his drink. He glances over at Miko’s much smaller glass and grimaces. He must have noticed her deliberate intention of giving him such a large drink compared to her own, but he chooses not to address it aloud. Smart boy.
“To our fortuitous meeting.” Miko raises her glass and takes a small delicate sip. Mika tries to copy her, but as he’s taking his own sip, Miko’s fingers come under his glass and tips the drink further into his mouth.
Mika nearly chokes on the alcohol, but one quick look at Miko’s smirk gets him gulping large mouthfuls down. She pushes him to take several more than perhaps she should have before she backs down and lets the poor thing come up for air. He gasps and coughs and hacks, but he holds the drink down much to Miko’s surprise. A fearful look crosses Mika’s face when he meets Miko’s eyes.
She wonders how much he’ll be able to take tonight.
“And! Anndd then he said that I wuss . . . I forget the word. But! He ssaid I was good at—good at teamwork, and he let me in the Recon—the Reconna—” A loud hiccup interrupts the boy, and he nearly falls out of his stool.
Miko nods and hums along, humoring Mika in his drunken recounting of how he was recruited for the Reconnaissance Company. The small boy’s had several glasses of heavy sake at this point. There’s no way he’s not going to end up blacked out tonight. It’ll be so entertaining to see his bewildered baby-face tomorrow morning. Maybe he’ll even cry. The thought sends an excited shiver up Miko’s spine.
Mika wavers in his seat, his gaze unsteadily focused on Miko. A moment passes before he hiccups again and says, “You’re really pretty, Miss Yae.”
Miko has to hold back her laughter. He’s so out of it.
“What a sweet boy you are. It’s no wonder Grandmaster Varka snatched you up. I bet the men love having you around.”
Mika blinks and looks around the room at his teammates before coming back to Miko. “Whut?”
“Nothing dear,” Miko says with a giggle. “It’s just obvious to me that one with your range of skills would work alongside the best of Mondstadt. To be quite honest, I’d love to see some of your cartography.”
The boy is quick to fumble with his bag and attempt to pull out his notebook, but Miko lays a gentle hand over his own. She leans in so that her lips are right next to his ear.
“It’s far too congested in here for me to appreciate your art. What do you say we take this somewhere more . . . intimate?”
Mika shudders hard. “O-Okay.”
And that’s how Miko ends up dragging a stumbling underage boy into one of the rooms of Aisa Bathhouse. The air was warm inside the building, a natural result of the hot baths and the heat emanating from the dangerously drunk Mika. Miko wonders for a moment if getting the boy this drunk will negatively affect relations between Mondstadt and Inazuma. But she abandons the thought; there’s no way the Knights of Favonius will be anything other than mildly amused that their borderline shota got a little too tipsy.
“Miss Yae, I—” Mika hiccups pathetically. “I shouldn’t—”
Miko ignores the boy. She practically dumps the lightweight on the small futon couch in the room and uses a spark from her Electro vision to light the lamps in the room. She hooks an ankle around a spare stool in the corner of the room and drags it over before sitting on it. She watches the way Mika struggles to sit upright, his fingers scrambling around inside his bag for his notebook. Seems he at least remembers why they came up here in the first place.
The boy mumbles some kind of incomprehensible sentence before he thrusts an open page of the notebook towards Miko. She takes the well worn leather book in her hands, thumbing the edges of the page as she takes in a well crafted map of Ritou. He’s gotten nearly every detail of all the little nooks and crannies of the port and all the local resources mapped out. The legend is easy to read, and nothing seems out of place. She’ll never admit it aloud, but she’s actually a little impressed. Which is of course unacceptable. She ought to slap him.
“Mika dear,” she says through pressed lips. “Your art is lovely, but it strikes me as something drawn by an artist with little life experience.”
Mika’s head lolls to one side, his whole face scrunched in obvious confusion. “Wh-What do you mean . . . ?”
She can’t help but chuckle at the way he looks like a lost puppy. “Look at how rigid your lines are, how terribly stiff the outline of these buildings are. Don’t you think you should loosen up just a bit?”
Before he can formulate a response, Miko flips to a blank page in the notebook and drops it in Mika’s lap. She stands and lifts one foot onto the stool she was just sitting on.
“Why don’t you map out something other than a boring landscape for once?” she says as she parts the fabric of her dress and exposes her naked pussy.
The reaction is instantaneous. Mika’s face burns a deep shade of crimson, and his eyes immediately dart away. “M-Miss Yae, that’s—!”
“Come on now, Mika,” she says. “Do you really want to waste this opportunity for artistic growth?”
When Mika doesn’t respond right away Miko sighs and adds, “It’s rude to keep a woman waiting, boy.”
That seems to get a reaction out of him. Mika jumps and smoothes out the blank page of his notebook before pulling out a pencil. Miko can’t see the page from the way he holds the notebook, but she hears him start sketching, albeit with less precision than usual she’s sure. Mika can barely bring himself to stare at Miko’s pussy for longer than a few seconds before his cheeks flush even further and he shamefully glances back down to his paper.
“Make sure to get all the details right,” Miko reminds him. A painfully embarrassed noise comes out of the boy’s throat. The poor thing must be beside himself with humiliation right now. She loves his type. To add further salt in the wound, Miko teasingly slides her fingers down to her pussy and spreads her lips just a bit, enough so that when Mika looks up again he nearly chokes on his own saliva.
Pathetic boy.
Several minutes pass. The cool air on Miko’s open lips feels good, but she’s starting to get bored. She cranes her neck to see if Mika’s drawn enough for what she has planned. Despite being drunk, Mika’s lines are not too off kilter. From the brief glance Miko can get from this vantage point, there’s a nice outline of her gaping vagina. That’s kind of sexy. She’ll make sure to steal the drawing and give it to Ei after all this.
“Good boy, Mika,” Miko purrs as she steps off the stool and smoothes out her dress. “You must desire some release after seeing something so stimulating. A nice reward for your good behavior.”
Mika’s face is white as a sheet of ivory paper. “Wh-No, I don’t—I don’t need—”
Miko leans in and cups the boy’s crotch, feeling his growing erection. “I don’t think it’s very wise to be so blatantly dishonest right now, boy.” She grips the hardening organ and thumbs it through the boy’s shorts.
Mika gasps wetly. The sight of his open lips glistening with saliva is erotic and tantalizing to Miko, and she suddenly wishes she had brought a dildo for the boy to suck on. Or Itto if he weren’t so busy molesting Gorou.
“Take some responsibility for yourself, Mika. Take your shorts off right now.”
Miko is honestly a little surprised when the boy shakes his head. But that just gives her an opportunity to have some fun with him.
“No? You don’t want to masturbate and feel better?” Mika's face blooms red, and he bites his lip harshly. “Well then, I’ll be sure to tell your grandmaster of how you forced me to expose myself for your own sick pleasure.”
It takes him a moment to realize what she’s implying. “W-Wait, but you said—!”
Miko snatches the notebook from Mika. “I cannot believe you would draw such lewd imagery of me without my consent. You’re a vile and disgusting degenerate.” She smirks. “So you might as well take those shorts off and touch yourself right now.”
Mika swallows, his face sweating and beet red. But he eventually nods, his hands shaking as he unzips his shorts and stands up. He hesitates for a few moments, his fear palatable and delicious. A slow roasted meal just for Miko. She clicks her tongue at the boy, and he starts before yanking his shorts down to his knees.
“All the way off,” Miko instructs. “That’s it.” Mika steps out of his shorts and underwear and kicks the clothing aside. He’s quick to cover his groin with his hands, but Miko got enough of a glimpse already to know he has a little baby cock and balls. Cute.
“Back on the couch. Spread your legs.”
Tears prick at the edges of Mika’s eyes, but he does as Miko asks, his gloved hands still cupped around his private area. “Wh-What am I supposed to—”
“You know what I want you to do. Better start before I think of something more creative.”
That gets him going. The boy takes a deep shaky breath before he pulls his hands away and puts one behind him for balance. The other hand he uses to grasp his barely formed manhood if it could be called that. The boy’s cock stands at half-mast, and with a few slow strokes of his hand, it starts to perk up more.
Miko can’t help but giggle as she steps closer. Close enough so that she can leer over the boy. He hiccups as he looks away, a single tear escaping from his eye as he does so.
“My my, Mika. You sure look like you’re enjoying this. Masturbating so openly in front of a grown woman. Should I be flattered for myself or embarrassed for you?”
Mika gasps and brings his other hand to his mouth, biting on the edge of his glove as he hunches over and pumps himself harder. He moans lewdly and bucks his hips into his hand. Miko hums approvingly at his little baby boy cock leaking precum. Good to see he’s getting into it. But she has one more “request” up her sleeve.
“Take that glove off. Yes, the one you’re biting. Off. Now.”
She’s so firm, and Mika must be so desperate for this to be over that he yanks the glove off with his teeth. (That was kind of sexy.) He looks up expectantly at Miko, tears streaming down his just barely chubby cheeks.
Miko giggles and tells him what to do.
“You’re not allowed to cum until you do it.”
Mika looks very much ready to argue, but he swallows his rebuttal and instead slips the ungloved hand behind and underneath himself. His small fingers come to his little clenching hole.
Miko leans over the boy. “Better get started. Come on now.”
He starts with one finger pushing in, gasping and moaning as he does so. He’s still pumping his cock with his other hand, but now he also starts to grind into his own hand.
Disgustingly lewd sounds echo about the room as Mika adds another finger. Miko’s terms were at least two fingers. At least. The boy sobs and moans as he fucks into himself, the wet sounds of his breathing and fingers being sucked into his asshole start making Miko a little wet. God she needs Ei to fuck her when she gets back tonight.
Placing both of her hands on each side of the boy, Miko leans into the couch and stands over the pathetic little boy, greedily taking in the sight of him bucking his hips up and down as he chases the unwanted pleasure. Is there anything in life better than this? A sobbing little boy writhing under Miko as he does her bidding?
“M-Miss Yae . . . Can I—Can I please cum?”
What a little sweetheart asking for permission.
“Only if you say my name.”
That gets a loud sob out of Mika. His eyes clench tight and he curls into himself. All it takes is just a bit more pumping, a bit more grinding, and the boy is cumming.
“Miss Yae! Ah, Miss Yae!” he moans as he bucks his hip high into the air. A thin stream of cum shoots out of the tip of his tiny dick. His asshole clenches tight around his fingers as more cum dribbles out, leaking so cutely out of him.
The boy sniffs and looks up at Miko through teary eyes. That’s hot. Miko wishes she had her Kamera on her right now. She would have loved to have more blackmail.
Mika takes his fingers out with a wince and wipes them on the couch. He sniffles again. “C-Can I go now?”
Rude little boy! “You may leave. But I’m keeping this wonderful drawing.” She tears the page out of the boy’s notebook. She’ll be sure to frame the drawing and give it to Ei on their anniversary.
As Mika cries and dresses himself, Miko kisses her fingers and blows a kiss to him.
“Thanks for the fun time, Mika.”
She leaves the room, relishing the sound of a little boy sobbing behind the closed door. What a cute boy.
Okay. Maybe she is a shotacon.
But only a little bit.