Tokyo Deviant Army Stories

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Tokyo Deviant Army: Major Story

Thunder cracked outside the window, torrents of rain splattering against the roof. It mixed with the clacking of high heels on the linoleum floor. Heavy breathing came from the woman as she started to run up the hallway. Her arms were full of papers as her glasses hung gently from her nose.

Water ran down the bridge of her nose, the papers just barely protected from the rain by her body. It kept her uniform plastered to her body as she raced towards her destination.

Paperwork, paperwork was everything to First Lieutenant Izumi. She joined the military to get a firm grip on her life. And all that left her was doing paperwork for a bunch of bureaucratic lifers. It didn’t leave her with much time for hobbies.

Not that Izumi would have had many hobbies if she’d had the time. She’d spent her life keeping herself under control. Ever since puberty she’d learned that she had a hyper developed need for sex. Her parents called it a nympho mental condition. And they demanded their daughter keep it under control.

That left Izumi with very little time to enjoy herself. Keeping everything at a slow burn took too much time.

The storm rolled through, sending it’s loud cracks of thunder around the building. It shook the panes of glass so hard that Izumi could feel it in her teeth. Her full hands didn’t allow her to push her glasses up, her nose wiggling as she tried to do it manually. That didn’t help much.

The office she shared with the other officers was just at the end of the hall. She had to move and wiggle in order to get the door open with the side of her hand. It took her a few minutes to accomplish the task.

Knocking would have probably been more effective, but she was sure that no one was going to answer.

The room was small, crowded with desks for five women that should have probably held only two. Izumi saw that no one was inside, trying her best to navigate around the maze of desks to get to her own. She dumped the pile of papers on her desk. A long sigh escaped her lips as she fell into her chair.

The few seconds of rest allowed her to push up her glasses. Her finger idly scratched her nose as she felt a little droplet of water teasing her skin. Her eyes roamed around the room. Four of the desks were piled with paperwork including her own. The other remained clear. Izumi’s teeth crunched as she thought about that girl.

The colonel light’s daughter sat at that desk. She breezed through her career without concern. It was thought that she might be able to become a major in a year because of her family connections. Izumi never went to