This chapter is over 5,200 words long, so there's plenty to sink your teeth into! I hope you enjoy the ride.
P.S. It's really important that you read the author's note at the end of the chapter. Thanks for your patience!
Hey everyone!
I just sat down to reread the chapter I dropped this morning, and man... 5,200 words was a total beast to get through. It was honestly such a grind, but more importantly... What on earth was I thinking when I wrote this?!
I have no idea where the inspiration even came from. I think the sleep deprivation and the all-nighter finally got to me because some of these situations are just straight-up absurd. My brain might have been short-circuiting, but hey, we made it!
On the bright side, I think we officially have our "milk girl"—as wild as that sounds. Yeah, I definitely went overboard, but I'm not taking it back!
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Ren lay on the training field floor, staring at the concrete ceiling while his chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. Damn, flying is harder than it looks in anime.
"Are you tired already, Ren-kun?" Nejire asked from above.
"I'm not tired," Ren replied, slowly sitting up and feeling every muscle in his body protest. "I'm just... recalibrating my strategic focus."
"That sounds like a fancy excuse for saying you fell fifteen times."
"Sixteen," Ren corrected with dignity. "The last one counts."
Nejire descended gracefully, landing right in front of him with a radiant smile. "You know, for someone with telekinesis, I thought flying would be easier for you."
"I thought so too," Ren admitted, touching his bald head in frustration. "But apparently my brain doesn't agree with the basic physics of levitating myself. It's like trying to lift the chair you're sitting on."
"Then maybe you need a different approach," Nejire leaned forward. "Have you tried thinking about it as if you're pushing the air beneath you instead of lifting yourself up?"
That's a good idea, Ren thought. Though right now my brain is more focused on not looking at her chest than on applied physics.
"I'm going to try one more time," Ren said, standing up with renewed determination. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This time, instead of trying to lift himself directly, he visualized the air beneath him as a solid platform. He pushed down mentally with his telekinesis, trying to create enough pressure to propel himself upward. His feet left the ground by a few inches.
"Ren-kun, you're doing it!" Nejire shouted with excitement. And then his concentration broke.
His trajectory carried him straight forward, right toward Nejire's chest.
"Gyah!" was the only sound Ren managed to hear before his face crashed into the generous and warm softness of the third year student's breasts.
The impact was... well, it was exactly what one would expect when your face hits a beautiful girl's chest while you're falling from the sky like an uncoordinated idiot. Soft. Incredibly soft. And they smell like cherry blossoms.
"Ren-kun!" Nejire held him instinctively to keep them both from falling to the ground, which only served to press Ren's face more firmly against her chest. "Are you okay?"
"Mmph," was all Ren could answer, because his mouth was literally pressed against her. Nejire realized the situation a second later.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, releasing him quickly and stepping back while her face turned an adorable shade of pink. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should've pushed you away instead of holding you."
Ren fell to his knees on the floor. At least this time it was a real ecchi moment and not something I caused with my telekinesis like I normally would, he consoled himself. That counts as personal growth, right?
"No, it was my fault," he finally managed to say, looking up at her. "I lost control and... well, gravity did the rest."
Nejire laughed, though her face was still a bit flushed. "It's funny because you were technically defying gravity when you lost control."
"The irony isn't lost on me," Ren stood up, brushing the dust off his uniform. "Though I must admit that if I'm going to crash into something, at least it was a soft landing."
Nejire blinked, processing the comment, and then let out a laugh. "You're very direct, Ren-kun."
"It's one of my few virtues," he replied with a smile.
They continued training for the next hour. Ren managed to float consistently for periods of up to thirty seconds before his concentration failed and he had to land again. After a while he checked the time on his phone and felt his stomach sink. "Crap. It's really late."
"Nejire," he said quickly, putting his phone away. "I'm sorry I have to leave so suddenly, but I've got a commitment I need to get to."
"Oh?" Nejire tilted her head curiously. "Are you leaving already? I thought we could go grab something to eat since it's our first training session. I had a great time."
Damn. That sounds amazing and I really want to accept, but...
"I'd love to," Ren replied honestly. "But I really have something pending that I can't cancel."
"Is it another date with another girl?" she asked playfully. "Someone from your class?"
"It's not exactly like that," Ren ran his hand over his bald head nervously. "During the USJ incident, Midnight noticed my Quirk could work perfectly with hers. She asked me to join her on some occasional night patrols, as a kind of private tutoring."
Nejire's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's great, Ren-kun! Midnight-sensei is incredible. Working directly with a pro hero will give you so much experience. Plus, her sleeping gas Quirk is super interesting from a biochemical standpoint. Did you know the fragrance she produces can adjust subconsciously based on her emotional state? It's fascinating how..."
Ren listened while Nejire went into enthusiastic explanation mode, talking rapidly about the technical aspects of Midnight's Quirk.
She's adorable when she gets excited like this, Ren thought. Though I really need to leave or I'm going to be late.
"...and that's why the scent concentration in closed versus open spaces can vary by up to forty percent depending on..." Nejire stopped, noticing Ren's expression. "Sorry, I got too excited again."
"Don't apologize," Ren said with a smile. "I like hearing you talk about these things. But I really should start moving."
"Okay," Nejire nodded. "Go, you wouldn't want to keep Midnight-sensei waiting." Ren started walking toward the training field exit, but he stopped when he heard quick footsteps behind him.
"Wait, Ren-kun!" He turned to find Nejire running toward him. "Can I go with you?"
Ren blinked. "What?"
"To your patrol with Midnight-sensei," Nejire clarified, clasping her hands in front of her in an almost pleading posture. "I'm really curious. Besides, I have this." She pulled a card from her pocket and showed it to Ren. It was a provisional license to use her Quirk in emergency situations, issued by the Hero Public Safety Commission.
"They give them to third year students who are close to graduating," Nejire explained. "It means I can help in emergency situations without it being technically illegal. And as a UA student, any pro hero can supervise me."
I don't see any reason to say no, Ren reflected. Besides, having Nejire there could be useful. Her Quirk is powerful and she has real experience.
"I don't have a problem with that," he finally answered. "But you'll have to ask Midnight-sensei when we get there. It's her patrol, so she has the final word."
"Perfect!"
*****
And that was how Ren ended up walking toward the designated meeting point with Nejire holding onto his arm. Midnight was leaning against her motorcycle when she saw them arrive, wearing her tight hero costume. Her eyes drifted between Ren and Nejire, specifically toward where the third year student was clinging to Ren's arm.
"You're here, Ren," Midnight greeted with an amused smile. "And you brought company."
"Midnight-sensei," Ren bowed slightly in greeting. "I'm sorry for the last minute addition. Nejire expressed interest in observing how the private tutoring works. I explained to her that she..."
"I have a provisional license," Nejire interrupted, letting go of Ren's arm to show her card to Midnight. "And as a UA student, I can technically participate in activities supervised by pro heroes."
Midnight examined the card with a professional eye before handing it back with an approving nod. "The license is in order," she confirmed. "And honestly, the more help the better. The area we're patrolling tonight has seen an increase in low level activity. Having an extra pair of hands isn't bad."
"Though," Midnight added, pointing to her motorcycle with a gesture, "I only have room for two people on my bike. You'll have to take a taxi to follow us..."
"I can fly," Nejire interrupted cheerfully, and to prove it, she rose a few meters off the ground with her spiral wave Quirk. "It won't be a problem to follow you."
Of course she can fly with ease, Ren thought with a hint of envy. While I can barely float without crashing into something.
"Perfect then," Midnight got on her motorcycle. "Ren, hop on. Nejire, stay close but not too close. We don't want to draw too much attention before reaching the patrol zone."
Ren climbed on behind Midnight. His hands found secure spots to grip on her waist. "Hold on tight," Midnight murmured, and Ren could hear the smile in her voice. "I drive fast."
She wasn't exaggerating. The motorcycle roared to life and they shot forward with an acceleration that forced Ren to tighten his grip to keep from flying off the back. The wind hit his face as they moved through the streets of Musutafu at a speed that likely violated several traffic laws.
At least the helmet protects me from swallowing bugs, Ren thought, looking over Midnight's shoulder at the road stretching out in front of them. It was then that he looked up and saw her. Nejire was following them, flying above with perfect grace. Her light blue hair flowed behind her, and the spiral energy waves emanating from her limbs left a glowing trail in the night air.
She looked like something out of a manga, beautiful and powerful, fully in her element. Damn, she's amazing, Ren admitted. Someday I'm going to be able to do that. Someday I'll fly as well as she does.
But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when an explosion lit up the night several blocks ahead. "Did you see that?" Midnight asked, already steering the motorcycle toward the source of the blast.
"Hard to miss it," Ren replied, feeling the adrenaline start to pump through his veins.
They reached the scene in less than two minutes. An electronics store had its front window completely destroyed, with glass scattered all over the sidewalk. Inside, they could see a man smashing everything in his path, tossing televisions and computers as if they were toys. But there was something strange about him.
His skin glowed with a metallic silver tone, as if he were covered in liquid mercury. He was muscular and moved with some clumsiness. Midnight stopped the motorcycle and got off with quick movements. Ren followed her, and a moment later Nejire landed softly by his side. "Stay behind me until I evaluate the situation," Midnight ordered, starting to walk toward the store.
The metallic man saw them through the broken window. His eyes, which also seemed to have a silver glow, locked onto Midnight and a maniacal smile spread across his face. "A hero!" he shouted with a raspy voice. "Finally, a damn hero!"
He lunged forward, jumping through the broken window with total disregard for the glass fragments that remained. He landed in the street and propelled himself straight toward Midnight with surprising speed. Midnight dodged with ease, pivoting her body to one side while her whip automatically deployed from her suit.
"Stop now or I'll be forced to use force," Midnight warned with an authoritative voice. The metallic man laughed. "Force? Go ahead, try it! I'm invincible!"
Midnight didn't waste time. Her whip snapped in the air, wrapping around the man's arm before he could react. At the same time, her Quirk activated, releasing her sleeping fragrance. But the man only stumbled slightly, shaking his head as if trying to clear a mental fog.
"That's not... going to work," he gasped, though his eyes did look a bit glassier. "I made myself stronger!"
"Her Quirk is affecting him," Ren noted, "but not enough. What the hell happened to this guy?"
"Nejire!" Midnight shouted without looking away from the villain. "Combat mode. Ren, stay in reserve."
But the metallic man was already moving. He pulled Midnight's whip with brutal strength, dragging her toward him. Midnight released the whip at the last moment and rolled to the side, avoiding the fist that would have impacted her head.
Nejire went into action immediately. Her hands began to glow with built up energy, and she fired a concentrated wave directly at the villain's chest.
BOOM.
The wave hit with explosive force, sending the metallic man sliding back several meters.
"Take that!" Nejire shouted, already preparing another wave. The man stopped, looking at his chest where the wave had hit. There was a visible dent in his metallic skin.
"You... you hurt me," he said with amazement. "But they told me I'd be invincible!"
Whoever told him that lied shamelessly, Ren thought, activating his telekinesis. But at least he doesn't seem to be in full control of himself. That could work in our favor.
Ren applied telekinetic pressure to the man's legs, slowing his movements as he tried to lunge toward Nejire. The effect was immediate. The man moved as if he were running underwater, his speed reduced to half of what it had been.
"What...?" the man looked down, confused why his legs weren't responding correctly. Nejire took the opportunity, firing another wave that hit him directly in the shoulder. This time the impact made him spin, and Ren could see more dents forming in his metallic skin.
"He's not invincible," Ren confirmed. "Just very resilient. But if we keep hitting him..."
"BASTARDS!" the man roared, and suddenly he lunged toward Nejire, completely ignoring the telekinetic resistance. His speed increased dramatically, as if he had found a reserve of strength he didn't know he had.
Ren diverted his trajectory with a strong mental push, sending him several degrees off course. Instead of hitting Nejire, the man flew through the air to the side. Nejire fired another wave that hit him mid flight, sending him crashing into the side of a parked car. The vehicle's metal dented with the impact, and alarms started sounding.
"Bird girl!" the man shouted, getting up shakily. "I'm going to make you pay!"
"Bird girl?" Nejire repeated, and Ren could hear the indignation in her voice. "BIRD girl?" Her hands glowed with concentrated energy, the brightest Ren had seen so far. "I'm not a bird girl! Take this!"
BOOOM.
The wave shot out with devastating force. It hit the metallic man directly in the chest, and this time the impact was strong enough to send him flying back and crashing into the brick wall of the building behind him.
"That won't work?" the man gasped, sitting up slowly. "Because I'm impe... ghh..." Silver blood erupted from his mouth.
The man wiped his mouth, looking at the silver liquid on his hand with an expression of absolute betrayal. "They lied to me!" he shouted with genuine fury. "They said I'd get stronger! But if a bald guy and a bird girl can hurt me, then what was the point!"
Midnight took advantage of the distraction to move, entering close combat with speed. Her strikes were fast, dodging every clumsy attempt the man made to counterattack while she hit him in vulnerable spots. A kick to the ribs and an elbow to the jaw. She followed up with a knee strike to the stomach that left another dent in his metallic skin.
She's incredible, Ren thought, watching Midnight move with lethal grace. Every movement is perfect, calculated to do maximum damage while maintaining a safe distance.
The man managed to land a punch that Midnight blocked with her forearm, but the force behind the strike was enough to send her sliding back several meters. Ren reacted without thinking. He used his telekinesis to absorb the momentum, slowing Midnight's trajectory before she hit anything. At the same time, he threw a mental push toward the man, unbalancing him just as he tried to follow up his attack.
Nejire fired another wave that hit him while he was off balance, sending him to his knees.
"No!" the man shouted, and suddenly he pulled something from his pocket. A syringe. Filled with white liquid.
Oh no, Ren thought. I've seen enough action movies to know this isn't going to end well.
"Stop him!" Midnight shouted, starting to run toward him.
Ren extended his telekinesis, trying to rip the syringe from the man's hand. But the guy was surprisingly fast when he was desperate. Knowing the needle wouldn't penetrate his metallic skin, he brought the syringe to his mouth and chewed it.
Midnight arrived at that moment, landing a roundhouse kick directly to his face that would have knocked out any normal person. But the man barely stumbled. She was tossed back by a careless hand movement, as if she weighed nothing.
Ren reacted instinctively, using his telekinesis to catch Midnight in the air. She fell into his arms instead of crashing onto the pavement, and for a moment their eyes met. "Thanks," she murmured.
"Anytime," Ren replied, setting her on her feet carefully. But they couldn't celebrate because the metallic man was changing. His body started to expand. Muscles bulged under his silver skin, growing at an unnatural rate. His eyes now glowed with an eerie pure white. And a red aura began to emanate from his body, visible even in the darkness of the night.
"This is very bad," Ren said.
"I completely agree," Midnight added, already positioning herself in a combat stance. The man roared, and the sound was more bestial than human. He lunged toward Nejire with speed that made his previous movements look like slow motion in comparison. Nejire barely had time to raise a defensive wave barrier before the punch hit her.
BOOM.
The force of the strike sent her flying back, spinning in the air before managing to stabilize with her Quirk. "Nejire!" Ren shouted, feeling worried.
"I'm fine!" she replied, though her voice sounded strained. "But he hits much harder now!"
Damn it, Ren thought. The mysterious steroid made him stronger. Who would've guessed.
Ren tried the same thing that had worked before, throwing telekinetic blows toward vulnerable points. But this time, when his strikes hit, it was like hitting solid metal. His internal organs hardened too, Ren realized with growing alarm. The blows that went through his defense before don't do anything now.
The man was strong and resilient, although he moved with the coordination of someone not used to his new body, swinging wildly with punches that would have destroyed concrete but rarely connected.
Midnight entered the battle, moving with professional caution. She dodged a blow, jumped over a leg sweep, and in the process released more of her Quirk.
Ren watched the man start to slow down. His glowing eyes flickered, and his movements became slightly less coordinated. He's still susceptible to Midnight's Quirk, Ren noted. That's good. But we need more exposure.
Midnight threw a roundhouse kick that connected with the side of his head. The man stumbled, and Ren could see his eyes get slightly duller as he got closer to Midnight. The effect is stronger when he's near her, Ren reasoned. Which makes sense because the fragrance concentrates around her body.
Nejire fired another wave, this time aiming at the man's legs. The impact made him trip, and Midnight took the chance to get closer, releasing more of her Quirk while executing a series of quick strikes that hammered pressure points. The man tried to catch her, but his movements were too slow. Midnight was faster, knowing exactly how to move to maximize his exposure to the sedative while minimizing risk.
But then the man moved unexpectedly fast, landing a backhand strike that hit Midnight square on. She flew back, spinning in the air before landing with a flip that left her standing but clearly dizzy.
He's starting to adapt to the steroid, Ren thought with alarm. He's getting used to the enhanced body.
"FILTHY BASTARDS!" the man roared, beating his chest with both fists. "FIGHT ME FOR REAL!"
BOOM.
Nejire had hit him with another wave while he was distracted, with enough force to make him step back several times. "We're fighting!" Nejire shouted, preparing another wave. "You're the one who can't land a hit!"
How much longer can we keep this up?
Ren looked at the enhanced villain, calculating his options. The man was a real threat and, though clumsy, he was adapting quickly. Midnight was starting to show signs of exhaustion. Nejire was using a lot of energy on her waves. They needed to end this soon. But how?
Normal blows didn't work. His telekinesis couldn't penetrate the hardened defense. Midnight's Quirk was affecting him but not fast enough. Then the man lunged toward Nejire again, and Midnight jumped to intercept.
Ren watched how her breasts bounced with the movement, how her breathing was heavy and, suddenly, he had an idea.
I'll be labeled a pervert, Ren thought, but I hope this works.
He ran toward Midnight, who had managed to push the villain back with a series of quick kicks. "Midnight!" he shouted. She turned toward him, surprise on her face. "What are you...?"
Ren didn't give her time to finish the question. He came up behind her, and before he could think twice, he placed his hand over the right chest area of her suit. "Ngh!" Midnight gasped, her eyes widening with surprise.
Ren found the nipple with his fingers, using his touch to locate it under the fabric. Then, with a quick and decisive movement, he grabbed and pulled.
RRRIIPP.
The fabric tore, exposing Midnight's right breast. Her pink nipple was exposed, erect from the night cold.
"Ren what are you...?" Midnight began. But Ren immediately covered her exposed breast with his hand, making sure his palm pressed directly against her nipple while his fingers curled around the soft flesh.
Midnight moaned, the sound escaping her lips before she could stop it. The villain, who had been momentarily blinded when Ren threw a blanket in his face using his telekinesis, was starting to take it off. Ren had maybe thirty seconds while he struggled with telekinesis before the man could see what he was doing.
"Trust me," Ren murmured in Midnight's ear, and then he started pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. The effect was immediate.
Midnight trembled against him, her breathing becoming irregular. And most importantly, Ren could feel her Quirk intensify. The fragrance in the air became thicker, almost visible in the way it slightly distorted the air around her body. This kid is crazy, Midnight thought, but it's a brilliant madness.
She understood what Ren was trying to do. Her heart rate was elevated, her senses were on edge, and the direct stimulation of one of her most sensitive zones was causing her Quirk to spike to levels that usually required intense concentration to reach.
The nipple under Ren's hand started to leak. Not much, just a few drops of clear liquid that seemed more potent than the normal fragrance her body emitted. Her Quirk is concentrating at the point of stimulation, Ren realized. It's like... it's like milking her to get the purest essence of her Quirk.
"Ngh..." Midnight bit her lip, trying to maintain control while Ren massaged her breast with circular movements, paying special attention to the areola and the nipple that was now completely erect and sensitive.
"Nejire," Ren shouted, without stopping the stimulation of Midnight. "Distract the tin man!"
"What?" Nejire, who had been momentarily distracted by the ridiculous and confusing scene of Ren apparently groping Midnight in the middle of a battle, shook her head and refocused. "Ah! Yes, I'm on it!"
She fired wave after wave, forcing the villain back and keeping his attention on her instead of what Ren was doing. Ren continued his work, now using his other hand to find Midnight's left breast under her suit. He tore that part of the fabric too, exposing her other breast, and started massaging and pinching both nipples simultaneously.
"Ahhhhh," Midnight let out a moan. The concentrated liquid kept dripping from her nipples now, and Ren could feel the potency of her Quirk in the air.
Using his telekinesis, Ren began to gather that concentrated Quirk. He molded it while remembering the spiral shape of Nejire's Quirk. If I can use her Quirk with the logic of Nejire's Quirk, maybe...
He created a cone with Midnight's concentrated sleeping agent. It was small at first, barely the size of his fist, but dense. So dense that he could see it glowing slightly with a dark purple color in the air. Then he started making it spin like a drill.
"Damn it," Midnight gasped, her body trembling while Ren kept stimulating her breasts. "You... you're really bold."
"Is it working?" Ren asked, squeezing her nipples between his fingers.
"Ngh... it's working too well," Midnight replied, her voice tight with barely contained pleasure.
Ren spun the sleep drill faster, applying more telekinetic pressure to make it rotate with increasing speed. At the same time, he twisted Midnight's nipples with a bit more force, drawing another moan from her.
The drill was ready.
"Nejire!" Ren shouted. "You won't be able to hold him much longer!"
"I'm doing what I can!" Nejire replied, firing another wave. "This guy is a tank!"
The villain, who had been staggering under Nejire's attacks, suddenly lunged forward with a furious roar.
"FILTHY BASTARDS, FIGHT ME!"
Ren launched his concentrated sleep drill.
The spinning purple construct flew through the air, rotating so fast it left a visible trail. It hit the villain directly in the face, specifically on his forehead.
And it started to drill.
The man stopped dead, his hands flying to his face while he screamed. The sleep drill was penetrating, making its way through the hardened metallic skin with concentrated rotation and the boosted soporific effect.
Ren twisted Midnight's nipples harder, making her arch against him while she moaned openly. He used that peak of her Quirk to feed more power into the drill, making it spin even faster.
The drill penetrated his forehead with a wet, viscous sound, boring through the enhanced metal and reinforced skull, straight toward the brain tissue. Ren maintained the telekinetic pressure pushing the drill deeper while simultaneously twisting both of Nemuri's nipples with force.
"NGHHH... AHHHH..." Midnight's moan was audible and satisfying at the same time.
The drill managed to penetrate much of the villain's head, leaving a large hole in his face with silver liquid coming out of the wound. The giant, who had lost half of his face, staggered for a moment before collapsing forward, falling inert on the ground with a metallic thud that echoed through the street.
Ren felt a slight dampness against his member at the same time Midnight trembled violently against him with her legs giving way. It seemed Nemuri had reached orgasm and in the process stained his pants a bit with her fluids.
Nemuri's breathing was heavy, gasping in large gulps of air while her legs shook a little.
Ren was still standing behind Midnight, with his hands still on her breasts, feeling how her heavy breathing made her body rise and fall against his.
Nejire floated in the air, her hands still glowing with energy ready to fire, looking at the fallen villain with incredulity.
"Is he... is he dead?" Nejire finally asked, descending slowly.
"Unconscious," Ren reported. "Alive but very much out of commission."
"Good," Nejire said, landing and cautiously approaching the body. "Because I wasn't sure how much more I could..." She stopped, her eyes finally focusing on the scene before her.
Ren still had his hands on Midnight's breasts. She was flushed, with irregular breathing, and had clearly enjoyed the stimulation much more than she should have.
"Oh," Nejire said, her cheeks turning red. "That's... um... that's very... tactical."
Midnight finally found her voice. "Ngh... you... you can stop pinching my chest now," she said, though her voice sounded more satisfied than annoyed.
Ren realized that, indeed, he was still absently rubbing Midnight's left nipple, now red and sensitive from all the stimulation. "Sorry," Ren said, though he didn't sound particularly sorry. "I got carried away by the excitement."
He covered her chest carefully, pressing the torn fabric against her skin. Her breast bounced slightly when he let go.
"So," Midnight said, turning to look at him, "why is your hand still on my chest?"
Ren looked down. Indeed, his left hand was still pressed against Midnight's chest, now covered again by the torn fabric of her suit. "I'm just jealous," Ren replied with a cheeky smile. "And I don't want anyone else to see it."
Midnight let out a laugh. "Too bold for a rookie," but she didn't push his hand away.
Ren finally let her go, stepping back and trying to ignore the fact that his erection was pressing very obviously against the back of Midnight's suit and had likely left a wet spot there. A spot that wasn't his.
Midnight looked down, noticing the dampness on the back of her suit. Her eyes widened slightly with understanding. "Did you...?" she started to ask, but stopped.
"Not me," Ren clarified quickly. "You." Midnight's face turned a deep red. "I... that's..."
"Completely understandable given the situation," Ren finished for her. "The adrenaline of battle, direct stimulation, the intensive use of your Quirk. It's a natural physiological response."
And because apparently you get extremely turned on by being groped, but I probably shouldn't say that out loud.
Nejire cleared her throat awkwardly. "We should... probably call the police," she suggested. "And maybe get Midnight-sensei something to cover... that." She pointed vaguely toward Midnight's chest area where her suit was torn.
Midnight seemed to suddenly remember that her breasts had been exposed for the last few minutes. She crossed her arms over her chest instinctively. "Ren," she said with a voice that tried to sound authoritative but was still shaking slightly, "we need to talk about appropriate boundaries during combat."
"Did it work?" Ren asked simply.
Midnight looked at him for a long moment. Then she sighed. "Yes," she admitted. "It worked incredibly well. I've never been able to concentrate my Quirk to that level without extensive preparation. The way you used the stimulation to boost production, then shaped it into an offensive construct using inspiration from Nejire's Quirk..."
She stopped. "It was brilliant," she said finally. "Completely inappropriate and you probably crossed like five lines of professional conduct, but brilliant."
"Then it was worth it," Ren said. Midnight shook her head, a smile forming on her lips. "You're dangerous," she said. "You're dangerous because your mind works in ways no one else would consider."
She stepped closer to him, and Ren could smell the remnant of her Quirk on her skin. "And that," she murmured, low enough so only he could hear, "turns me on way more than it should."
******
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Headline: A Quick Clarification on Chapter 56 & My Writing Philosophy!
Hey everyone! Your favorite author is back. I wanted to clear a few things up before anyone gets the wrong idea or feels concerned about the latest chapter.
I want to make one thing 100% clear: I am strictly against showing the girls naked to anyone other than the protagonist. If you were worried about the "exposure" in this scene, let me put your mind at ease:
The Villain: He was in a total psychotic state and had a cloth over his eyes the entire time.
No Witnesses: There were no bystanders or other heroes around.
Ren's Protection: Ren was fully aware of the situation. He intentionally covered Nemuri's chest with his hands so no one could see her. The only one there was Nejire, and she only saw the "massaging" part—not the nudity itself.
I write these high-adrenaline situations because they add tension. For example, I might write a scene where Hagakure sneaks Ren into the girls' locker room to let him touch her while the others are right outside, but they would never actually find out (plus, she's invisible, haha!).
To be crystal clear: I WILL NEVER let another guy, man, or hero see any of the girls naked in this fic. The protagonist is Ren, and only Ren. No other guy gets to enjoy what he does. We don't "share" here, and we don't show off the girls to side characters. This story focuses on the "toxic yet wholesome" relationship between the MC and his girls.
As for the future:
NO Netorare (NTR):I will NEVER write NTR. I don't care how much money is offered or who asks—it's a hard "no" from me.
Yuri: I don't have plans for Yuri unless you guys specifically ask for it.
Polls: I'll eventually put up a vote to see how you feel about Threesomes (2 Girls x MC) or if you're against minor Yuri elements.
In short: In this last fight, the villain was blinded by a cloth and Nejire was focused on the distraction. So far, Ren is the only man who has ever seen Midnight's breasts.
Thanks for reading and for the support
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