Ren stayed right where he was, pillow over his lap, watching Pixie-Bob puff out her chest and rattle off her three rules.
What a dangerous combination. Pretty, bossy, and convinced she's saving the day. This is definitely gonna be a great lesson.
He let his eyes wander over Pixie-Bob, who was already deciding exactly where she wanted each of them.
AHHHH, damn brain, remember, remember everything I know about Pixie-Bob. She's flirty, always on the hunt for a boyfriend, likes to take the lead in everything... AHA! Bongo... I mean, Bingo!
He remembered Mitsuki's smug face every time she announced "tonight I'm in charge," and how much faster she'd fall apart precisely because she was so busy running the whole operation.
If Mitsuki-san taught me anything about these kinds of girls, it's that they love taking the lead, but when the real moment comes, they don't know how to keep going. And if my memories of canon serve me right... Pixie-Bob has never had a partner.
A pretty un-heroic laugh slipped out of him inside.
So all I gotta do is play along, nod like a good boy, and let her take the wheel. Interrupting a veteran mid-speech would be super rude, hehehe.
A mischievous glint lit up in Ren's eyes. Or it would've, if his bald head hadn't caught the ceiling light first and outshone every other reflective surface in the room.
"AHHH?!" Mina jerked back and pointed at him. "Ren, did your head just shine? It literally went blink, like a lightbulb turning on!"
"It didn't shine. That was moonlight," Ren replied, totally calm.
"There's no window on that side, liar! I saw it clear as day, there was a flash and everything!"
Pixie-Bob snapped her fingers twice and dragged the attention back to herself before she lost control of the room completely.
"Eyes over here, kitties! Or did your brains melt already?" She planted a hand on her hip and huffed dramatically. "We've got a mission of the highest importance. Making sure Mandalay and Tiger don't come out of that hallway and catch us with our paws in the cookie jar. Got it?" She pointed at Ren. "And you, handsome. Yes, you. Drop that pillow already. I can't give a lesson like a real professional if you're hiding behind it. What kind of shy little student did I get stuck with?"
Huh?! But she was the one who told me to... AGH, forget it.
Ren obeyed on the spot and set the pillow aside without a single complaint.
"Whatever you say."
Pixie-Bob blinked, thrown off for a second by how quickly he'd caved.
"...O-okay. Perfect! See that, Ashido-chan?" Pixie-Bob recovered fast, planted her hands on her hips, and shot Mina a triumphant look. "That's how you win cooperation when a professional steps in!"
"He's not cooperating," Mina shot back, rolling her eyes. "He's having a blast. That's his 'this is hilarious' face. Don't buy the story!"
"Ugh, you're so distrustful! He respects experience!" Pixie-Bob turned to Ren and softened her voice to an almost sugary tone. "Isn't that right, handsome? You know how to appreciate a woman with experience, or am I wrong?"
"Deeply. Total fan of experience, yes ma'am. You say jump, I jump," Ren said, with the straightest face he had in his inventory.
Mina made a strangled noise and grabbed his arm.
"Don't feed her ego! She's already unbearable as it is!"
"HEY! I heard that, kitten!"
Pixie-Bob clapped once and tried to recover her instructor vibe, though her cheeks stayed red and a few drops of sweat started forming on her forehead.
"Alright, show's over, kitties! Ears wide open, because Auntie Pixie-Bob doesn't repeat herself!" She raised a finger triumphantly. "Veteran's plan. You two take care of each other, shake off all this..." She waved her hand at the pink disaster on the futon. "...chaotic romance with hormones included, and when you're done, you head straight to Ren's room." She pointed at her chest with a proud smile. "I'll stay here handling my teeny tiny little problem like a real grown, responsible, and absolutely charming woman. Alone. In private. With all the feline dignity in the world!"
"'With dignity'?" Mina repeated, narrowing her eyes.
"With. Dig-ni-ty." Pixie-Bob crossed her arms, though the trembling in her legs pretty much ruined the pose. "A professional doesn't go doing her business in front of her students. There are levels, kitten. I have a reputation to protect."
That was exactly when Pixie-Bob's gaze dropped and landed on Ren without a single piece of clothing on. For half a second her instructor face melted like a hungry cat's, her eyes narrowing and the tip of her tongue peeking out as she wet her lips.
"...Nya."
For a moment she just stared at him with a mischievous smile. Then she slapped her cheeks twice.
"No! Ryuko, focus! Instructor mode, instructor mode!" She cleared her throat and pointed with authority. "As I was saying, discipline, kitties!" She turned to Mina and gave her a firm smack on the butt. "And just to make it crystal clear who's in charge here, you're up first, kitten."
SLAP
"Ay, caramba!" Mina jumped, both hands flying to her butt. "Huh?! What was that for?!"
"Because the leader of chaos always cleans up her mess first. Get moving, kitten! I wanna see what you're made of."
"Ehhhh?! Why meeee?! This is totally unfair! And with an audience, no less!"
Ren, sitting cross-legged with a smile, raised a hand.
"No problem for me. Zero pressure." He glanced down for a second. "Well... some pressure."
"NOBODY ASKED YOU, PERVERT!"
Even so, Mina crawled over until she was between Ren's legs, her face the same color as her hair. She squeezed her cheeks for a second, took a deep breath, and raised her fists like she was heading into a fight.
"Come on, Mina Ashido! You got this! You're a future pro hero! You're not gonna chicken out over something silly like this!"
"Mina, you seriously don't need to cheer yourself on bef..."
"Shhh! Don't distract me! I'm entering concentration mode!"
What followed was... enthusiastic. Way too enthusiastic and in all the wrong directions at the same time. Ren clenched his teeth and put on his most diplomatic smile.
"Ah, uhhhh. Th-that's... ow. Careful with the... ow, the teeth, Mina, the teeth."
"Don't distract me!" she said with her mouth full.
Pixie-Bob, who had sworn to stay on the sidelines supervising with her hands still, held out for a few seconds before the teacher instinct won her over.
"No, no, no, no. Hold it right there, kitten." She crawled over on all fours, her dignity already forgotten completely. "The only thing you're gonna manage like that is sending the poor baldie to the infirmary. Move aside, let the veteran show you how it's really done."
"Are you gonna...?!" Mina pulled back, somewhere between relieved and offended. "You said you were gonna do your thing in private!"
"And I will! Alright, kitten! Pay attention. Practical class from the veteran! This is educational material, okay? No blushing ahead of schedule," Pixie-Bob said with a mischievous smile as she led the demonstration. "The important thing is to start gentle. Everything nice and slow."
Ryuko squeezed her fingers firmly around the warm skin of Ren's cock, tracing a slow, tight path that climbed from the base to the tip. The constant friction dragged a thick groan out of Ren, a hitch in his breath he didn't manage to hold back in time.
Pixie-Bob noticed instantly and smiled with mischief. Without breaking the fluidity of the motion, on the next ascent she tilted her wrist at the top and rolled the pad of her thumb over the wet tip in a slow, deliberate circle that made Ren's hips jerk.
"Ngh..."
"See that?" she said in her proud instructor voice, not stopping her movement. "The tip is the sensitive part. You don't squeeze there, you just caress it. And you use what the body gives you..." She tilted her head, wet her thumb on her lips with a quick motion, and slid the moisture straight down to the base, making the movement way slicker. "...so everything glides on its own."
"H-hey! Don't show off so much, okay?!" Mina protested, puffing out her cheeks a little. But the complaint died right away. She blinked a couple of times, her eyes going wider and wider. "W-wait... that's how it's done?"
SCHLICK... SCHLICK...
Ren threw his head back against the futon, his fingers buried in the sheets.
Okay. Okay, yeah. I take it back. This is legit master level. How is it possible for a girl with no experience to be so... Ugh... s-so good at this?
"The second hand, kitten, comes in here." Pixie-Bob added the other one with a smug smile. "If one doesn't reach, the other does the job. No leaving forgotten zones, got it? That's rookie stuff."
Ren let out a deep groan and Ryuko looked up at him with a smile, thrilled to have such proof of her own skill trembling in her hands.
And there, right there, was where the "just supervising" plan really started falling apart.
Watching him come undone in her hands, his breathing more and more ragged, made Pixie-Bob's smile waver for a moment. She'd been playing exemplary instructor for a while now, but the restless cat inside her was starting to claw at her patience. She had him right in front of her, and every second it got harder to settle for keeping this as just a lesson.
Her smile ended up curving with that mischievous glint.
"...And for the advanced class..." she murmured. "The full demonstration."
"Th-the full demonstra...?!" Mina didn't get to finish the question.
Pixie-Bob leaned down and took him into her mouth in one go, with an ease no beginner was going to match that night.
"AH! W-wai..." Ren shuddered at the feel of her lips. "W-wait, I'm confused now, wasn't this just supposed to be a class...?"
T-this... THIS IS GOING PAST MITSUKI'S LEVEL!!!
Is this seriously... the ultimate blowjob?! Can someone just be born an expert at this stuff?!
Ryuko didn't answer, her mouth too busy, but she shot him a look from below that made it clear the "just hands" thing had been canceled a while back.
Without breaking eye contact, she started setting a slow, suffocating rhythm, working her tongue on every rise and hollowing her cheeks with a suction so deep she felt the exact pulse of him against her throat on every descent.
SCHLRP... SCHLRP... SCHLRP...
Mhgmhmm... Hah...
Pixie-Bob gave herself over completely to her "advanced demonstration," rocking her hips against the air without realizing it, while off to the side Mina looked stunned.
T-this isn't like in the magazines!
Alright. Curiosity is killing me now.
Ren made a decision he hadn't made in a very long time. With the hero too busy to notice, he closed his eyes for a moment, used his telepathy and carefully peeked into Pixie-Bob's thoughts.
What he found didn't look anything like the confident, cheeky cat working him between the legs.
«H-HUH?! Am I really about to use everything I practiced watching tutorials for when the man of my dreams showed up?! And my debut is gonna be here, in a cabin, with this bald kitty sprawled on the floor?! HOLY CATS, THIS WASN'T THE PLAN!!»
Ren nearly choked on his own spit.
«Ryuko, snap out of it! You're a pro hero! This is a rescue, a rescue! If this makes him stop suffering, you do your job and that's it. No dumb fantasies! ...Though he's pretty cute! NO, SHUT UP, BRAIN!»
«Why is my heart pounding so hard?! Breathe! Smile with confidence! Hero mode! HERO MODE! ...Oh, cats above, if Mandalay sees me losing my composure, she'll tease me about this until I'm a hundred and twenty...»
Ren looked down at her, her mouth still giving him one of the best experiences of his life.
So that was the big secret...
Only then, with his mind still peeking into hers, did Ren notice how she was dressed. Pixie-Bob hadn't even taken off her pajamas. A huge oversized pajama shirt covered in kitten prints, so loose it kept sliding off one shoulder and letting him see the soft curve of her breasts every time she leaned over him. The same loose fabric left her butt bare underneath, covered only by a pair of cute blue panties, swaying slowly in the air without her realizing, searching for a friction no one was giving her.
And there, between the kitten pajamas and the best oral of his life, Ren had an epiphany.
No. No way, he told himself, his chest full of a noble determination given how ridiculous the context was. A future hero can't be the only one enjoying all this. If Pixie-Bob is using everything she's got just because she wants to help me, the least I can do is return the favor.
Ren closed his eyes for a second and let his telekinesis drift through the air until it reached Pixie-Bob, who was still working him with her mouth without suspecting a thing.
The blue kitten set was huge, already slipping off one shoulder, and that looseness was playing in his favor. The invisible pressure focused on the collar of the pajamas and dragged it slightly downward, exposing the entire curve of one of her shoulders.
Pixie-Bob frowned without lifting her face. Thanks to the telepathy he hadn't pulled back yet, Ren heard exactly what she was thinking.
«Draft? Must be a draft, this cabin's ancient...»
Ren upped the intensity. The same loose fabric, guided by the invisible touch, brushing over the fabric right where her nipple was
"Mmh...?"
"Pixie-Bob-sensei, do you mind if I move your pajamas a little?" Ren murmured. "It's part of the class."
She glanced up at him from below, way too red, with an apparently obvious question in her eyes that curiosity wouldn't let her voice. Then, very slowly, she lowered her head again and went back to what she was doing.
Ren took that as permission and got bolder.
The pajamas gave a little more, sliding down her back to her waist, and the invisible touch went down with them, gliding gently over her until it stopped at the lower curve, tracing slow circles just above the blue panties.
Pixie-Bob tensed as she tried to prop herself up on her hands to get some control back...
...and a wave of pleasure surged up from her butt, cutting her attempt short.
"Nya!" slipped out, and she dropped back onto him. "H-HUH?! W-what was that?! Th-this wasn't in the plan, kitties!"
"You said it yourself. Nobody gets left halfway."
YOU...! Ugh...
She tried to get up a second time. The invisible touch chose that instant to press right where she was most sensitive, and her legs gave out on their own, keeping her where she was. And, without arguing anymore, she went back to working him with her mouth, this time with a different kind of surrender, maybe deciding to find out how far all this went instead of fighting it.
Curiosity winning over pride. Just like I thought.
That was when Mina, who'd been watching everything with her mouth half open for a while now, tried to say something.
Ahhhh...!
She lost her balance, slipped on the sheet, and ended up on her side, her breasts exposed again.
"W-what was that?! R-Ren!" She covered herself by reflex and uncovered a second later, too busy staring at him. "W-wait! Are you using your telekinesis on me... and on her at the same time?!"
"Relax, Mina. I didn't forget about you either."
"Th-that's not what I meant!" she protested right away, waving her hands without knowing where to look. "It's just...! A second ago everything seemed sorta manageable and now you suddenly cranked the difficulty up to final boss mode! How am I supposed to react to this?!"
Ren laughed a little, watching her enjoy herself and get embarrassed at the same time, and then looked at Pixie-Bob trembling over him, curious and dying of embarrassment in her own way too. He made the decision without thinking about it any further. If he was gonna do this, he'd do it right, and the two of them deserved to stop holding back out of fear someone would hear them from the other side of the wall.
He closed his eyes and pushed his power outward, stretching it until an invisible dome wrapped around the entire room. A hot pinch shot behind his eyes, a warning that this wasn't coming for free.
A little headache. Cheap price, for all the magic I'm about to hand out.
"ALRIGHT." He opened his eyes with a smile. "From now on you can make all the noise you want. No one outside is gonna hear a thing."
Pixie-Bob let him out with a wet sound and lifted her head.
"Hold on, hold on! Technical pause!" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "What did you mean by we can make all the noise we want? Because you just seriously piqued my curiosity, okay?"
"That's right, you heard me. No one outside this room is gonna hear a thing, no matter how loud you scream. It's a little trick I figured out with the telekinesis."
The two of them just stared at him.
"WHAT?! Did I hear that right?!" Mina waved her hands in front of her, laughing in disbelief. "What do you mean no one outside can hear anything?! That's not a 'little trick,' Ren! That's totally broken! Since when can you do something like that?!"
"Well, I only figured it out not too long ago... Ahem. Don't look at me like that, it's embarrassing, you know. I'm a little shy!"
Pixie-Bob stared at him in disbelief.
"Seriously, kitty?! A rookie can put up a silence bubble whenever he feels like it... and uses it for this kind of thing?" She huffed, crossing her arms before a feline smile spread across her face. "Ugh, that's so frustrating. You're really unbearable. And, unfortunately for me, I find you more interesting by the second."
Ren decided to stop holding back. Now that no one was gonna hear a single scream, he let go of the reins on his telekinesis.
An invisible pressure closed over Pixie-Bob's butt, right on her weak spot, spreading her cheeks and rubbing over and over.
"NYAAAH!" She trembled as she moaned, dropping onto Ren's cock again. "Ah! Not there, that's where I'm most...! How do you know right there?!"
At the same time, another ghost touch found Mina, and in her case it went straight for her clit and her nipples at once, her two weak spots. Mina doubled over on the sheet, letting out a loud moan as she tried to cover herself and kicked at the mattress.
"Ayyy! Hey, that's cheating, both places at once isn't fair...! Ren! Ren, don't be mean, at the same tim..."
"Nobody gets left halfway. And now that no one can hear us, you don't have to hold anything back."
Pixie-Bob, who'd been spending half the night playing the expert instructor, discovered that none of the tutorials she'd studied so dedicatedly covered what that brat was doing with a hand that wasn't even there. The invisible pressure spread and closed her cheeks, brushed the rim, sank in a little and pulled back, playing with her butt in a way that left her without a single witty line in the chamber.
"Ngh... nyaa! Th-that's cheating, kitty!" she protested between pants, unable to hide the blush. "I've seen a ton of stuff, but that technique isn't in any video! Who taught you to fight like that without using your hands?!"
"Oh! It's simple, it comes with the baldness, full package."
"That answer's no good!"
But she dropped down on him all the same, wrapping her mouth around his cock again.
SCHLRP... SCHLRP...
She took him all the way, hollowing her cheeks, while the invisible touch kept working her butt without rest. Every time the ghost caress pressed right on the right spot, she let out a mewl around him that ran up Ren's whole body. And the more he worked her back there, the more surrendered she went down, wanting to know what else he was capable of doing to her.
Off to the side, Mina had given up on the competition. She clung to the sheet, rocking against the touch circling her clit while another rolled her nipples, pinching them between one pass and the next.
"Ren, no, not in both places at once!" she moaned at full volume, tasting for the first time what it was like to scream without a single brake. "That's not fair, you're gonna melt my brain!"
A warm thread of strawberry milk dripped from her swollen breast again, running down her side, and Mina arched with a jolt somewhere between embarrassed and overwhelmed.
"Ah! Look what you're doing, it came out again! Hey, I swear this is too much!"
"No need to think. Scream all you want, that's what the bubble is for."
Mina took that as authorization and stopped holding back. The room filled with her cries, with Pixie-Bob's stifled mewls, with Ren's groans, and with the wet slosh of the two ghost hands working on each of them.
Pixie-Bob pulled off him for a second, a shiny thread hanging from her lip, to look at him with glassy eyes and the last scrap of instructor pride she had left.
"F-for the record... n-nya..." She swallowed. "None of the leading men I imagined... not even in my most optimistic fantasies... did anything like this! Where did you learn that crazy stuff without using your hands, kitty?!"
She didn't wait for an answer and dropped back down before he could reply, rocking her butt against the invisible touch, looking for more on her own.
Ren decided he'd played enough with the telekinesis. He ran a hand down Ryuko's back, gliding slowly, until he reached the point where her skin met her butt.
The moment he rubbed, Pixie-Bob bit him.
A soft tug with her teeth around him, no intention of hurting, while her butt lifted on its own toward Ren's hand, looking for more all by itself.
Hold on. D-did she do that on her own? THIS IS SOMETHING NEW!
Ren rested his hand there again, right at the base of the... well, of the tail Pixie-Bob didn't have, and pressed with his fingers in a slow circle.
The reaction was instant. The whole expert instructor facade collapsed in one go. Pixie-Bob released him, rubbed her cheek against his cock with a strangled moan that came from the deepest part of her being, and her whole body arched, tailbone up in the air and her hips tilting to present themselves to his hand.
"N-nya... Hah... Hah... Ahh..." Pixie-Bob pressed her lips together. "Wh-what the hell was that?! Why did my body just react like that, nya?!"
"Do what?" Ren stroked her again, just to confirm it.
Pixie-Bob's body answered for her again, lifting her butt back toward his hand without permission, the exact same pose as before.
"N-NYAAAH! Stop, stop! D-don't do that, nya! My body isn't listening to me!"
"Pixie-Bob-sensei?" Ren couldn't help letting out a smile. "I think I found the kitty button."
"Wh-WHAT KITTY BUTTON, HUH?! Don't call it that! That's a horrible way to say it, nya!" she huffed, her ears practically steaming with embarrassment. "And stop showing off like you discovered my weak spot!"
But she didn't move an inch to escape. Her butt stayed up in the air, offered and trembling under Ren's hand, while its owner fought a losing battle against her own instinct. Every caress of his fingers bent her a little more, pulled out another mewl or sank her another step into a sensation she didn't even understand herself and that her veteran pride couldn't cover up anymore.
Ren pulled his hand off the spot that was leaving her completely out of commission and gave her a breather. Instead, he slid his fingers along Ryuko's back up to her neck and, with unexpected gentleness, scratched right under her chin.
Pixie-Bob tilted her head toward the hand without realizing, narrowed her eyes, and for a second a low, hoarse sound came out of her throat before she managed to stifle it.
"Nya...?!" She opened her eyes, bringing a hand to her mouth. "N-no! You didn't hear anything!"
She pulled back quickly, cheeks flushed.
"Th-that wasn't a purr! It was... it was... a weird cat cough! Yeah, that's it! Don't start making things up!"
Ren didn't laugh. He cupped her face with that same hand and looked her in the eyes.
"Umm... Uhhh... I'm really bad at these sentimental moments and stuff. Honestly not my strong suit, but I wanted to know if... Do you wanna keep going all the way, or do we leave it here and never mention it again? You decide, sensei. Whatever you say is fine."
Pixie-Bob opened her mouth wanting to answer. Her lips wet themselves without her thinking about it, and that was the answer long before any words came.
From the other side of the futon, Mina chose that moment to let out a loud moan against the invisible touch Ren hadn't stopped giving her, without a drop of embarrassment, embracing her own thing without hesitation.
Pixie-Bob rolled her eyes over to her, then back to Ren, completely defeated.
"...And how am I supposed to say no now...?" she answered. "With this loud one making that much of a fuss next to me, anyone would lose whatever little dignity they had left!"
"That's not a yes."
"It's the closest thing to a yes you're gonna get out of me, kitty!" She looked away, swallowed, and lowered her voice. "A committed hero doesn't leave things halfway. And this is... team responsibility. Nothing more."
"...So... teach me, yeah...? Whatever it is you were gonna do." She looked away with a bit of embarrassment. "B-but don't you dare laugh if I mess up, got it... nya?"
"Deal."
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