Ren felt the heat of Mitsuki's breath against his ear. The brush of her lips, almost touching his skin, sent a shiver straight down to his groin.
"Show me what else you can do with that power of yours," she whispered in a husky voice.
The invitation was clear. Mitsuki wanted to see exactly what his telekinesis was capable of beyond moving objects, and Ren had no intention of disappointing her.
This woman is going to drive me crazy, he thought as he felt her press her body against his.
Without pulling away, Ren closed his eyes briefly to concentrate. He expanded his field of telekinetic energy in a controlled manner. He focused his power specifically on the fibers of the black designer dress wrapping Mitsuki's body. Under his invisible mental control, the fabric began to vibrate in a way almost imperceptible to the human eye.
"Ahh..." Mitsuki let out a sharp intake of breath that confirmed he was on the right track.
The effect was immediate. The constant friction of the silk against her bare skin suddenly became electrifying. Ren manipulated the specific pressure of the fabric over Mitsuki's nipples through the cloth. He felt them harden beneath the layers of material as she gripped his arm with increasing strength.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" Ren asked with a confident smile as he watched the reaction on her face.
"Damn... brat..." Mitsuki gasped through gritted teeth, but her tone held no real anger.
Ren didn't stop there. His mind descended past the elegant dress toward the lingerie hidden beneath. He knew Mitsuki had put in special effort for her anniversary with Masaru; he had noticed it from the moment he saw her open the door.
The irony of life. All that effort for her husband, and I am the one who is going to enjoy it.
Beneath the black dress that likely cost more than his monthly rent, Mitsuki wore a full set of red lace that barely contained her generous curves. Ren could not see it directly yet, but his telekinesis allowed him to map every inch of fabric. For a moment like this, using X ray vision would be stupid.
He used his mental power to deliberately tighten the delicate threads of the lace directly against her clitoris. The constant, firm friction caused Mitsuki to involuntarily arch her back.
"Fuck..." she exhaled as her nails dug slightly into the fabric of his shirt.
A distinctly sweet aroma began to fill the living room air. Ren recognized it immediately: the glycerin characteristic of Mitsuki's Quirk was responding uncontrollably to the constant mental stimulation he was providing.
The viscous liquid welled up from her pores more and more abundantly. Ren could mentally feel the substance soaking the red lingerie in a matter of seconds. The moisture progressively seeped through the layers of clothing.
"You are producing a lot of glycerin," Ren observed while maintaining telekinetic pressure on her most sensitive spots.
"It is your fault... nngh... for doing those things," Mitsuki replied with difficulty as she tried to maintain some composure.
Ren decided he had played enough. He pulled back just enough to look her directly in the eyes. Mitsuki's expression was a fascinating mix of docile surrender combined with her usual defiant fire that never completely left her.
I love that look. As if she is giving in but fighting at the same time.
With a simple flick of his telekinetic will, Ren unzipped the dress from the back. The sound of the metal sliding was crisp in the tense silence of the room.
Zzzzzip.
The expensive fabric fell elegantly onto the carpet, fully revealing the sophistication of the lingerie set Mitsuki had chosen. It was a red lace design with strategic sheer panels that left very little to the imagination.
"Wow..." Ren could not help but mutter as he looked.
The bra barely contained her large breasts. The lace cups were almost translucent, clearly showing the dark outline of her erect nipples. The panties matched the set, covered in the same red lace that was now visibly soaked with glycerin.
"Do you like what you see?" Mitsuki asked in a provocative tone despite her state.
"I love it," Ren replied with absolute honesty.
Ren slowly knelt in front of her. From this position, he was at the perfect height of her hips. Mitsuki watched him from above with obvious expectation in her narrowed eyes.
With his invisible mental hands, Ren gently pushed the fabric of the panties to one side. What he saw left him momentarily speechless.
Good God...
Mitsuki was completely shaven. Her skin in that area looked smooth and perfectly cared for. Her intimate folds showed a tender pink color that contrasted beautifully with the natural paleness of her thighs. And the glycerin... the glycerin came from inside her with a viscosity that exceeded any amount he had seen in previous encounters.
It looked like a thick, shimmering nectar dripping slowly from her entrance. The substance had a consistency denser than water but more fluid than oil. It glistened under the dim lights coming from the television, which was still on in the background.
"You are much more sensitive today," Ren observed as he contemplated the viscous flow that did not stop coming.
"I have been like this for weeks..." Mitsuki admitted with a trembling voice. "Ever since we played volleyball..."
So my sensory stimulation sessions have left her hypersensitive. Interesting.
Before Ren could respond or plan his next move, Mitsuki grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt. With a surprisingly strong tug, she forced him up until their faces were just inches apart.
"Less talk and more action, Ren-kun," she demanded with a hungry look that brokered no refusal.
Ren felt a surge of excitement at her direct demand. He liked it when Mitsuki got bossy; there was something incredibly exciting about seeing how she tried to maintain control even when he, quite literally, held all the power in the situation.
Without a word, Ren gripped her firmly by the waist with both hands. He flipped her over the sofa in a fluid motion. He placed her in a position that completely exposed her arched back and firm buttocks.
"Like that," Ren murmured while admiring the view.
Mitsuki buried her face against the sofa cushions to muffle any sound that might escape. She knew she needed to be quiet. Katsuki was upstairs, but the boy had the bad habit of training with music at full volume.
Ren had no intention of being gentle. He used his telekinesis to press Mitsuki's hips firmly against the back of the sofa, pinning her in place. Meanwhile, he positioned himself behind her quickly.
Shit, she is so wet I can see the glycerin dripping down her thighs.
He removed his pants with hurried movements. His erection was already painfully obvious, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his underwear. When he finally freed himself, he felt immediate relief.
The initial physical contact was electric. The glycerin acted as a perfect natural lubricant that facilitated penetration in an almost obscene way. Ren pushed forward and sank inside her in a single fluid motion.
"Mmmph!" Mitsuki let out a muffled cry against the cushions.
The sensation was incredible. Mitsuki's internal heat enveloped every inch of his length. Her walls squeezed with rhythmic force as he began to move. The glycerin made every thrust produce a wet, obscene sound.
Schlick... schlick... schlick...
"Fuck..." Ren muttered as he established a steady rhythm.
Mitsuki tried to regain some control by moving her hips back to meet his movements. She enjoyed the intensity and had no shame in showing it through her actions. Ren allowed it for several seconds, appreciating how she took him deeper.
But then he used his telekinesis to fix her completely in place. Mitsuki was immobilized against the sofa, unable to move even an inch without his permission.
"Not so fast," Ren warned her as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
"Bastard..." she gasped against the cushions with frustration mixed with pleasure.
The room quickly filled with the sound of their ragged, heavy breathing. Mitsuki's natural slight masochism became increasingly evident: she arched her back, wanting him to apply more force. She wanted to feel his weight dominating her completely.
"Harder," Mitsuki demanded in a hoarse voice.
Ren obeyed without hesitation. He increased the intensity of his movements while using his telekinesis to press her shoulders against the sofa. The dual control, physical and mental, over her body made Mitsuki moan louder.
The constant viscosity of the glycerin made every thrust produce a rhythmic, wet splashing sound. The liquid had completely soaked the sofa beneath them, creating a dark stain that would be problematic to explain later.
I do not give a damn about the sofa right now, Ren thought as he lost himself in the sensations.
Plap plap plap plap
The sound of skin against skin mixed with Mitsuki's muffled moans. Her previously flawless makeup was starting to run from the sweat covering her face. The red lipstick left stains on the white cushions.
She was no longer the sophisticated and elegant designer who had opened the door. Now she was simply a woman completely consumed by desire; a woman who needed what only he could give her at that moment.
"Ren... do not stop..." she pleaded between gasps.
"I do not plan to," he replied, his voice tight from the effort.
Ren slightly changed the angle of penetration. He was looking for that specific spot inside her that he knew would drive her crazy. When he found it, the reaction was immediate and rewarding.
"There! Right there!" Mitsuki practically screamed against the cushions.
He maintained that precise angle while continuing to ram her mercilessly. His other hand reached out to grasp her clitoris from his position. He began to rub the nerve swollen button with constant circular motions.
The double stimulation was too much. Mitsuki began to tremble uncontrollably as her orgasm built with alarming speed.
"I am going to... I am going to..." she could not complete the warning.
Her climax hit her like a freight train. Her entire body went completely rigid as waves of pleasure violently ripped through her. Her internal walls tightened around Ren with almost painful force.
"Mmmmmph!" The scream was completely muffled by the cushions, but Ren felt the vibrations.
A new flow of glycerin welled up from her, more abundant than before. The liquid soaked everything, dripping obscenely as she continued to contract. Ren guided her through the entire orgasm; his movements became slower but no less deep.
When the convulsions finally began to subside, Mitsuki collapsed weightlessly against the sofa. Her chest rose and fell with labored breathing. Sweat mixed with glycerin covered every inch of her exposed skin, making her shimmer under the dim light.
But Ren was not finished yet. He was still hard as a rock inside her; his own orgasm had not arrived yet. He waited just a few seconds before resuming his movements with renewed determination.
"Wait... I need... a moment..." Mitsuki tried to protest weakly.
"No," Ren replied firmly as he re-established that punishing rhythm.
But after a few more thrusts, Ren stopped completely. He withdrew from inside her with a wet, obscene sound. Mitsuki moaned at the sudden loss, confused by the sudden change.
"What...?" she began to ask, turning her head slightly.
Ren did not answer with words. Instead, he slid his fingers down Mitsuki's soaked opening. The glycerin had created a viscous pool between her legs. When he withdrew his hand, his fingers were dripping with the thick, shimmering liquid.
Perfect, he thought as he watched the substance slide down his skin.
With deliberate slowness, Ren brought those soaked fingers higher. He gently brushed Mitsuki's other hole, the one that had remained completely ignored during all their encounters.
Mitsuki's body tensed instantly.
"Ren... what are you...?"
He pressed gently, using the viscous glycerin as lubricant. The tip of his index finger began to carefully work its way in. The ring of muscles initially resisted the unfamiliar intrusion.
"Relax," Ren murmured in a husky voice while applying more pressure.
The first knuckle of his finger slid inside. Mitsuki let out a jagged gasp. Ren kept the finger still, allowing her to get used to the strange sensation.
"Shit..." Mitsuki exhaled tremulously.
After a few seconds, Ren began to move his finger slowly. He moved it in and out with short, controlled motions. The glycerin made the sliding almost obscene. He added more of the viscous liquid with his other hand before introducing a second finger.
"Ahh... wait..." Mitsuki moaned against the cushions.
Her internal walls contracted around the invading fingers. Ren could feel the tension in her whole body as she tried to process the completely new sensations. He gradually increased the depth, stretching her with deliberate care.
Schlick... schlick... schlick...
The wet sound of his fingers moving filled the space between their heavy breaths. Ren added a third finger, stretching her further. Mitsuki practically jumped off the sofa at the additional intrusion.
"Fuck... it is too much..." she gasped in a shaky voice.
"Too good or too bad?" Ren asked in a provocative tone.
"I... I do not know... it feels strange..."
Ren continued working her with his fingers for several more minutes. He watched in fascination as her body gradually relaxed and began to accept the penetration. When he felt she was sufficiently prepared, he slowly withdrew his fingers.
Mitsuki let out an involuntary moan at the sudden emptiness.
Ren positioned himself behind her once more. But this time, the tip of his erection was not aimed toward her usual entrance. He pressed gently against the ring of muscles he had just carefully prepared.
Realization hit Mitsuki like a bucket of cold water.
"Wait a minute... Ren... do not tell me you are going to..."
"Ready for a completely new experience?" Ren asked in a voice heavy with intent as he pressed a bit more.
"Wait! Never... not even Masaru has..." Mitsuki tried to protest, turning to look at him over her shoulder with wide eyes.
Ren applied more pressure. The head of his erection began to slowly force its way in. The glycerin acted as the perfect lubricant, facilitating the initial penetration. Mitsuki opened her mouth to protest again.
But what came out was a pleasurable and completely involuntary scream that echoed throughout the living room.
"AHHHHH!"
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