Finally, at long last, the pistol was locked and loaded but when she tried to pull away the first time Hayato actually pulled her back and pressed against her again. She blushed brightly when she realized he’d gotten over his stage fright and had finally fallen into his appointed role.
“Get behind me!” she told him, forcibly pulling away to whirl back around and aim her gun. It took seven shots before all five potential attackers were down, none of the hits fatal. “You get the two on the left. Grab their guns and their wallets and avoid their hands. Knock them out if you can” she instructed as she went to disarm and rob the man furthest on the right.
She was quick and efficient with her own work and kept the man that had been most interested in their ‘production’ conscious. “I’m going to need you to translate for me. But you have to sound scary and… Why are you looking at me like-oh…”
Belatedly she realized that part of her dress had caught in the hem of her panties and she was flashing everyone a glimpse of her lovely lacy undergarment. She righted herself and after clearing her throat went right back into business mode.
“Anyway… translate back and forth”
She went about asking investigation questions like why they were pursuing her, how they got her information, and what mob they were. Even though she wasn’t speaking the language she made sure her voice reflected her severity. She spoke clearly, slowly, and with an icy undertone.
Forced to let her go, Hayato had to snap back to his senses. He got out of the the way of the bullets, ducking behind Haru. The bomber felt like smacking himself until he was rendered unconscious. Sadly, he couldn’t have a conveniently timed black out. Instead he had to play translator. However, his gaze went to her backside, noticed her panties were visible.
“Uh” trailed off for a moment torn between telling her or tucking her dress down it himself. In the end, Hayato felt he’d be called a pervert for either act, so kept his mouth shut and hands to himself until Haru realized it for herself. His only regret was that those clowns got to see her underwear too. Glaring at them all, he gave a nod to confirm that it would be his pleasure to talk down to these clowns.
He gave her questions a little spice with expletives and put downs to the men grimacing from their wounds and bullet grazes.
“Hey hey hey! Did the nice lady say you could get up? No? Then plant your ass back on the grass.”