The footsteps were about to turn the corner of the hallway and Ren had two paths in front of him, neither of them dignified.
If I stay here they'll find me with a bulge that not even the most generous pajamas are gonna hide.
From the other side of the door, Mina let out a long, off-key moan that carried all the way to the end of the corridor.
And if I go in, at least the disaster happens behind a closed door.
Ren turned the handle of Mina's door and the wood gave way on the first try.
Of course. Hers opens.
He slipped inside fast, pushed the door shut behind him, and only then did he dare to look toward the futon.
Mina was sprawled on her back with her clothes bunched up to one side, her pink skin gleaming with sweat, and her full round breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath, her nipples a darker shade of pink than the rest of her and so tight they trembled with the movement. Between her open legs sat a light patch of pink hair, fine and soft, soaked and stuck against her skin, and right in the middle of all that the metal thermos slid in and out coated in the shiny liquid that dripped onto the wrinkled fabric of the futon.
Ah, perfect. Not only did I come in without knocking, I also got front row seats and a full view of the crime scene.
"Ngh... bingo! Right there, don't you dare move from there..." Mina gasped at the ceiling.
How can anyone be this loud while doing the one thing you're supposed to do in silence?
Ren thought about using his Quirk, wiping the perception of whoever was coming down the hallway and killing the noise before they even made it to the corner, but halfway through the impulse Recovery Girl's warning came back to him.
"One more strong use and you're gonna fry your brain like an egg, kid." Okay, she didn't say it exactly like that, but it was something along those lines.
"Ah, ahh, yeah, right there, right there, ah!"
Ren threw himself clumsily onto Mina; his only plan was to plug the source of the noise before the noise got him killed. As he did, his knee landed between her open legs, right on the base of the thermos, driving it all the way in with a wet sound while his palm dropped over the girl's mouth.
Oh no, I definitely make the dumbest decisions in the dumbest situations.
Mina's eyes went wide with shock.
What came out of her throat was a sharp, muffled shriek that vibrated against his fingers, and her whole body arched off the futon with a force that almost knocked him over backward. Her legs snapped shut around Ren's knee, driving the thermos harder against herself in spasms she clearly wasn't in control of, and the pink liquid shot out in hot bursts that soaked his pants all the way up to the thigh.
Ah, no... I already broke her.
Mina's eyes rolled back, she was shaking, and she kept moving her hips against his leg with zero intention of stopping.
Wait, somehow this is even worse than if I'd actually broken her.
Ren stayed frozen in a ridiculous pose, holding himself up with one hand on the futon while the other stayed clamped over her mouth, feeling her hot lips move under his palm every time Mina tried to say anything; his knee was trapped between two thighs that squeezed and released with every wave, and his own erection, thanks to the forced angle, had ended up pressed against her bare hip without a single decent piece of fabric between them.
He glanced at his free hand, the one propped on the futon, and found it soaked with the pink liquid, shiny threads dripping between his fingers.
Everything sharpened in an instant, the heat of her skin under his knee, her breath against his palm, the way her breasts trembled with every spasm, and his erection responded with a throb that forced him to clench his teeth.
Confirmed, it's an aphrodisiac. Congratulations, Ren, you finished your investigation in the worst way possible and with the worst sample available... yourself.
Mina's eyes slowly came back into focus.
"Rrrn...? Rrrn?! What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Shh, shh, Mina, keep your voice down, I'm begging you..."
Mina dug her nails into his arm and glared at him with a fury that would've been way more convincing if her body wasn't still shaking and pushing the thermos against his knee.
"Do you know what it means to knock on the door?! Is it really that hard?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" she managed to hiss the second he loosened his fingers, in a whisper shout that came out way too loud.
"Mina... Mina, listen to me, someone's coming. Th-this isn't what it looks like, okay? J-just let me explain, alright?"
"W-were you... watching me...?" Her eyes went wide and the pink in her cheeks climbed to a shade Ren had never seen on her face before.
"No! Well, yes, but it's not what you think..." He paused, hearing himself. "I mean, it's exactly what you think, but it wasn't on purpose, my door was jammed and I..."
"You were listening at my door?!"
"I got locked out! My door wouldn't open, I panicked, and this is the best idea I could come up with!"
She threw both hands over her head, completely mortified.
"Aaaah! This is so embarrassing! Forget it, forget it, erase that from your memory right now! Give yourself amnesia or something!"
And immediately she pointed at him with an accusing finger.
"And next time, you knock! Even if the building is falling down, you knock first!"
A creak of wood sounded on the other side of the wall, followed by a tired, perfectly recognizable voice.
"What was that noise...?"
Both of them froze on the futon.
Mandalay, it had to be Mandalay. How long was I standing out there listening to the girl who was masturbating? Damn sense of time.
"Ngh... R-Ren..." Mina murmured, her voice suddenly much smaller.
"W-wait, not now, please, I'm trying to think."
"Ngh... j-just look."
Ren followed her eyes, past the pink nipples still hard, past the curve of her breasts, past the toned stomach rising and falling, all the way down to the soaked pink hair, and there it was, still, the thermos between her legs with its base crushed under his knee.
"Ah, geez, that explains a whole lot about the last twenty seconds."
Ren lifted his leg slowly and the thermos slid out.
Mina let out a long sigh, closing her eyes for a second while she pressed her back against the fabric.
"A-ah! That... that was way too much!" she panted, her face still bright red. "I couldn't even breathe right! Why do these embarrassing things always happen to me?!"
"Mina, focus, someone's coming!"
The footsteps drew a little closer down the hallway.
Ren pulled his hand off her mouth and clapped it over his own, in a panic move that helped absolutely no one.
"If they find me in here, in your room, in the middle of the night, in this position... yep, I'm dead," he whispered through his fingers.
Mina was still trembling and her head was spinning, and even so she had enough brain left to reach the same conclusion on her own.
It's not like I can just say "look, Mandalay-san, I was touching myself with a metal thermos and then a bald boy came in through my door and I welcomed him with my legs open." Nobody in the world buys that.
The handle started to turn.
Mina grabbed Ren by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down with a strength she shouldn't have had after finishing like that, mashing his head against her chest while her other hand threw the sheet over both of them.
"Nghhh... hah..."
Ren's bulge, in the desperate movement, landed in exactly the spot the thermos had just left open, pressing against her through the wet fabric of his pajama pants, and Mina bit her lips and pushed him even harder into her body even though that only made what she was feeling worse.
Under the sheet, in total darkness, Ren discovered that his mouth was closed around Mina's nipple.
Alright, there is no situation more ridiculous than this one.
A warm, sweet liquid filled his tongue.
...m-milk?
Ren opened his eyes in the dark, not daring to move even a little, and tasted it again by accident when he swallowed on reflex.
It was warm milk with a strawberry flavor so clear his brain identified it before his dignity could throw its hand in the ring, and the worst part was that it tasted absurdly good.
She's producing milk! Since when did Mina turn into a dairy cow?!
The door finished opening a little bit.
"Mina? Everything okay? I heard a thud from the other hallway."
Mina jumped a little and, without letting go of the sheet clutched at her chest, forced an exaggeratedly cheerful smile.
"Y-yeah! Everything's perfect, Mandalay-san! It's just... uh... I was practicing some moves for tomorrow's training and... bam! I hit the lamp by accident. But it's fine now, everything's under control! Heh heh!"
Mandalay stayed in the doorway, watching her for a few seconds with a calm expression.
"Practicing... at this hour? And with the lights off?"
Mina let out a nervous little laugh.
"Ha ha! It's just... I wanted to train my reflexes. You know... if some villain cuts the lights on us, I can't just sit there with my arms crossed!"
Mandalay raised an eyebrow, keeping her calm.
"Curious theory."
Mina held up a finger, trying to sound convinced.
"Besides, you're always saying we've gotta come well prepared to training! I just... took it super seriously."
There was a pause that felt endless to Ren, his cheek pressed against Mina's hot skin and his heart pounding so hard he was convinced it could be heard from the hallway.
Mandalay let out a short, tired laugh.
"Go to sleep already, Mina, tomorrow's gonna be a long day."
Mina nodded so fast the sheet almost slipped out of her hands.
"Y-yes! Sorry, Mandalay-san! I'm going to sleep right now, I promise!"
The door closed and the footsteps drifted off until they were lost at the far end of the corridor.
Mina exhaled all the air she'd been holding and let her head drop onto the pillow, her whole body trembling and her fingers slowly loosening around Ren's head.
And then she felt that warm tug at her chest again.
Mina lifted the sheet very slowly and found Ren still down there, eyes closed and his mouth perfectly occupied.
"Tastes like strawberries," he murmured against her skin, not letting go.
Mina rolled her eyes.
"R-Ren, she's gone already, you can... what exactly do you think you're doing?"
"Mina, listen, this tastes like..."
"YEAH, I KNOW IT TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES, YOU SAID IT ONCE AND ONCE WAS ENOUGH!" she hissed with every bit of force a whisper can carry, pushing his forehead back with her palm.
Ren finally pulled away and sat on his heels, wiping his mouth with his hand, and for a few seconds neither of them knew where to look.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone," he said at last.
"You know what the worst part was?! For a second I thought you were gonna use this to make fun of me for the rest of my life!"
"Huh? Why would I do that?!"
"I don't know, people do super weird stuff in movies! I panicked, okay?!"
"Mina, this isn't..."
"Sorry for going into full drama mode, my brain went on vacation after the scare!" She sat up leaning on her hands, forgetting about the sheet until half a second too late. "Though, if anyone asks, I'm gonna say this was the worst 'first date' in history. Zero stars, would not recommend! And if you tell Kaminari, I swear I'll melt his wiring before you can finish the sentence."
Ren clenched his teeth and adjusted his pants with one hand, though at this point there was nothing left in that room worth pretending about.
"Hey, you're really red! Is something wrong with you? Don't die on me!" Mina propped herself up on an elbow, still trembling.
"To be honest, I think the pink stuff you touch yourself with makes people horny."
Mina went quiet, which was the quietest she'd been all night, and then she sat up all the way.
"Hold on a sec, are you telling me I did this to you?"
"Not on purpose, but your Quirk..."
"What?! My acid did that?!" Mina slapped both hands to her head. "No way! Now it turns out I'm a hormonal weapon of mass destruction!"
Ren turned around to give her his back and sat on the edge of the futon with his elbows on his knees.
"Give me a minute to calm down and I'll head back to my room, doesn't matter if I have to sleep in the hallway."
"Ren... look at me."
"Uh... I'm gonna pass. Seriously."
"Ugh, quit being dramatic and turn around, right now!"
Mina grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to turn, still not pulling the sheet up.
She's not covering herself, why the hell isn't she covering herself?
"You already saw me naked and on top of that I left you soaked in whatever this stuff is." She waved vaguely at the thermos abandoned on the fabric. "I can't send you off to your room like this, I'd feel super guilty! This whole disaster started because of me."
"I think you're getting confused, I was the one who..."
"Ugh, you didn't even let me finish saying it! I know, I know, I don't have to! But... agh! I've been curious since the Festival, okay? I said it! I finally said it!" She covered her face for a second and immediately pointed at him again. "Look, I'm terrible at keeping this stuff to myself, so I'm gonna ask you one thing: if you say 'no,' I'll shut up and we pretend this never happened. Deal?"
"W-what exactly are you gonna do?"
"Ugh, I'm getting to it!... Can you unzip yourself?"
Ren looked at her and she held his stare without blinking a single time, burning red all over and not backing off an inch.
This definitely was not in the brochure for the internship with the Wild Wild Pussycats.
Mina didn't wait for him to finish thinking about it and pulled his zipper down herself, talking the whole time she did it; going quiet would've killed her faster than Mandalay walking through the door.
"Not a word! Don't look at my face! And please, don't make comments about my hands because yes, I know they're shaking, happy?!" She let out a nervous laugh that cut off instantly. "Oh god... what the heck?! That... that's a whole lot more than I was expecting. Seriously, what do they feed you guys in the cafeteria?"
"Mina, if you're gonna make comments about..."
"Agh, wait, wait, don't say anything!" Mina held up a hand, red all the way to her ears. "If you open your mouth right now, I think I'm gonna disintegrate from embarrassment."
Ren looked at her without figuring out if she was joking or serious.
"And stop looking at me like that, I know I'm making a fool of myself! But... phew! I already told you, my brain went out for a walk a while ago and there's no sign of it coming back!"
Ren let out a groan the second she wrapped her fingers around him, and Mina yanked her hand back, spooked by his reaction.
"Huh?! Did I hurt you?!"
"No, not at all; the opposite."
"Then what was that sound? You scared the crap outta me!"
"Because it feels good, Mina, people make noises when something feels good."
Mina froze for a second.
"...oh! That was it?!"
She covered her face for a moment with one hand and let out an embarrassed laugh.
"Oh, nooo! I just asked the dumbest question in the universe! Forget I opened my mouth, okay? So embarrassing!"
Still laughing at herself, she brought her hand back a lot more calmly.
"Okay... now I get it. Thanks for the intensive mini course."
Her fingers closed around him again, clumsy at first, adjusting the pressure with an attention that felt unbearable to Ren, and the first movement pulled a sound out of him that he had to smother against his teeth.
"Shh... hold on a sec... ha! Look at you! And I was the loud one!"
"That's completely unfair and you know it, Miss Moaner."
"Well, you weren't invited to listen!" she protested, puffing her cheeks a little before focusing again. "Hey, seriously... tell me if I'm squeezing too hard. I've got no idea how much is normal and I'm scared of doing something dumb."
"You're doing fine, that's fine."
"Just 'fine'? Fine as in fine or fine as in 'I don't wanna hurt your feelings, Ashido'? Because I can go faster if you want, you just tell me and I'll pick up the pace, I've got great rhythm, everyone says so."
"Mina, you're doing perfect, please stop interviewing me in the middle of this."
She let out a nervous laugh that paused halfway through.
Her own hand was still coated in the pink liquid and, with every movement, ended up spreading a little more of it over his skin; the fruity smell wrapped around them again, way stronger than before.
"Oh... no, no, no..." Mina opened her eyes wide and let out a nervous laugh. "Don't do this to me, traitor body!"
"What's wrong? Want me to stop you? Though by the face you're making, I'd bet that's not the direction you're actually interested in."
"That's the problem!" she answered, pressing her thighs together while she squirmed on the futon. "Ren, I think it's affecting me too, and it's hitting me way faster than before!"
Ren looked down and saw the shiny thread running down the inside of her thigh, and higher up, on the curve of her breast, a warm drop formed at the tip of her nipple and slid slowly until it disappeared.
Mina stopped and stared at her own hand, shiny and sticky between the two of them, her breathing rough and her eyes glassy.
"Oh god!... I think I've got a huge problem."
"If you're gonna leave me hanging, I've gotta warn you, that's a pretty cruel move on your part."
"I think... no, I know what my problem is, I don't wanna stop anymore... and I'm super scared to admit it."
Ren opened his mouth to answer with anything at all and couldn't find a single word to use as a shield.
Mina swung a leg over his and settled on top of him, her knees braced on either side of his hips, all the wet heat of her pressing against Ren without a single layer of fabric in between. She put her hand on his chest, leaned in until her breath brushed his mouth, and waited for him to look at her straight on.
"Oh, this is so embarrassing to say!... but if you really want me to stop, stop me right now... because I feel like I already can't," she murmured, rolling her hips so both of them felt exactly where they were.
Mina let the sheet fall to the floor and started going down.
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