Totally Unimpressed

My first caption dealing with hetero sex and humiliation.  Not together, mind you–it’s a first for both of those.  It’s also one of the first times I’ve depicted this weird recurring power used so passively, but that’s perfectly fitting for a girl like Mamimi.



The image I used is fanart of Mamimi Tanaka from Idolmaster, done by Q (ed69) on Twitter.

All persons depicted are fictitious, not owned by me (Idolmaster and all characters depicted or mentioned are owned by Bandai Namco Games), and above the age of 18.  I make no money through this image.

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TRANSCRIPT:
You were having a good day.  Not only did you meet an astonishingly beautiful idol on the street through sheer happenstance, but she immediately expressed interest in fucking you!  It actually surprised you how abruptly she made the proposal, but you had absolutely no reason to decline.
So you and the idol, one Mamimi Tanaka of 283 Production, headed to a nearby love hotel and went to town.
She was so tight, it was downright unreal.  You were having the time of your life!  With a final triumphant thrust, you finally reached a particularly powerful climax.  As you removed your cock from her pussy, you noted it didn’t feel nearly as good as you expected.   You found you had a condom on.  Where did that come from?  You didn’t put one on earlier.
“Oh?” Mamimi said, glancing up from her phone.  "Are you done?  Finally.  You were just awful.“
Her words–particularly the disdainful tone she said them in–was more than enough to ruin both your good mood and the afterglow of your orgasm.   Now that she mentioned it, you realized she had absolutely no reaction to the sex throughout.  You must have ignored it in the heat of the moment.
"I mean,” Mamimi continued. “You look like an absolute stud, a downright paragon of masculine power… and yet, my mind wasn’t blown.  I didn’t experience multiple, full-body orgasms.  I wasn’t even compelled to cry out your name in ecstasy.  Nothing.  Just a slab of meat going in and out of my vagina a few times.”
She sighed.  "I’m not putting up with this bullshit anymore.  Men are a waste of my time.“
"W-wait!” you stammered, totally confused.  "What just happened?“
"You had sex with me, but you were… *far* below expectations.  I noticed you neglected to use the contraceptives provided–thanks for that, by the way–so I made a condom.”
“Wha–?  Y– y-you *made* a condom?”
“What, can’t you?  You just envision a condom, and put it where you want it to go.  Like your ugly little thing there.  Now that I get a good look at it…”
She snapped her fingers, and your underwear reappeared, covering it up.
“Not perfect,” Mamimi shrugged.  "but an improvement.“
"Wh-what?  How’d you do that?!”
“God, you’re such a pain.  I just told you!  You envision it and place it!”  Her attention went back to her phone.  Her expression perked up for the second time since you met her.
“Ooh!” she exclaimed.  "Sakuya-chan’s done with her shoot!  I should totally meet up with her!  Hey guy, hand me my clothes!“  You just knelt there on the bed, stunned with a strange combination of humiliation and amazement.
"Hey guy?” Mamimi asked.  No response.  She shrugged, snapped her fingers, and they rematerialized on her body as if you had never torn them off.
“I guess I should thank you for this experience, guy,” she said as she headed towards the door.  "Otherwise, I wouldn’t have realized I’m not interested in men at all!  Live and learn, right?  Well, bye guy.“
With a lazy wave, she closed the door behind her.