BAM!
"I can't BELIEVE that bald bastard won everything," Bakugo growled with his mouth full of tonkatsu, his chopsticks bending dangerously under his grip. "That should've been MY victory, MINE, and not some other shitty Extra's."
"Katsuki, chew with your mouth closed," Mitsuki ordered from the head of the table. "You're spitting rice everywhere like a busted sprinkler."
"SHUT UP, YOU OLD HAG! I'M GOING THROUGH A CRISIS!"
Ren ate his tonkatsu in cautious silence, fighting with everything he had not to smile. Bakugo had been ranting from the second he walked through the front door twenty minutes ago, and the kid showed no signs of running out of steam.
This is entertaining, Ren thought as he watched Bakugo slam the table hard enough to make the miso soup tremble, quietly regretting that he hadn't brought popcorn.
"He didn't even fight fair!" Bakugo kept going, jabbing his bent chopstick accusingly. "That bald freak pulled some dirty trick at the end, there's no way he beat broccoli hair in a straight fight!"
"Sweetheart, you lost," Mitsuki said flatly. "Accept it and eat your food."
"I DIDN'T LOSE! THE JUDGES WERE BLIND!"
Bakugo's face turned a shade of red Ren had never seen before, small sparks crackling from his palms and leaving burn marks all over the tablecloth.
"That's the third tablecloth this month, you little terrorist," Mitsuki sighed. "Do you have any idea how much these cost?"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR STUPID TABLECLOTHS!"
Ren kept eating in diplomatic silence while mother and son went to war around him, enjoying a tonkatsu that was honestly excellent, crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside, proof that Mitsuki could cook when she felt like it and tonight she clearly wanted to impress.
She invited me to dinner on purpose, Ren realized as he glanced sideways at Mitsuki, who was calmly sipping her beer while Bakugo self destructed. She'd known he'd be in a foul mood after the tournament and used it to her advantage, which proved she was a smart woman.
"And ANOTHER thing!" Bakugo slammed both hands on the table and shot up so fast his chair screeched against the floor. "Why the hell is this egghead HERE?! Why does he keep showing up at our house?!"
"Because I invited him," Mitsuki answered without missing a beat. "He's celebrating his performance at the festival, and unlike a certain someone, he actually did well."
"HE'S A NOBODY!"
"He placed higher than you."
Bakugo's eye twitched violently and Ren could practically hear the kid's blood pressure climbing into dangerous territory.
She didn't just say that, Ren thought, fighting every muscle in his face to keep from bursting out laughing at how merciless this woman was.
"I'm going to my room," Bakugo announced. "And I don't wanna hear either one of you for the rest of the night."
"Fine by me, brat, go cool off."
"AND STOP INVITING THIS BALD IDIOT TO DINNER!"
Bakugo stomped up the stairs hard enough to make every step shake the walls. His bedroom door slammed with so much force that a picture frame in the hallway dropped and shattered on the floor.
"That's the second frame this week," she commented, taking another sip of her beer. "At this rate I'll have to bolt everything to the walls."
Ren waited until the noise died down before he let out the breath he'd been holding.
"You provoked him on purpose."
"Obviously." Mitsuki smiled wickedly. "Katsuki goes into a rage hibernation when he's this pissed off, he'll put on his loud music with his headphones and pass out within an hour, and nothing short of an earthquake's gonna wake him up after a tantrum like that."
"So you planned this whole dinner around your son's emotional meltdown."
"I planned this dinner so we'd have the rest of the night to ourselves, Ren-kun." She finished her beer and set the can down. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
Ren felt the air shift between them, carrying the familiar weight that always came before their worst decisions together.
Mitsuki stood up and started clearing plates casually while Ren helped by carrying empty bowls to the kitchen, the two of them moving around each other in a comfortable silence.
They finished washing dishes side by side, and Ren was drying the last one when Mitsuki leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear.
"I bought it."
Two words, that was all she said, but it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He knew exactly what she meant.
Ren turned his head to look at her and found a mischievous expression on Mitsuki's face.
"The nurse outfit?"
"The nurse outfit." She pulled back a little with a flirty gleam in her eyes. "I went to that store after I saw the way you were staring at it, kept it hidden in my closet for a week waiting for the right moment... Best incentive to make you win the tournament, don't you think?"
"And tonight's the right moment?"
"Tonight's the perfect moment, baldy." She poked his chest lightly with her finger. "You held up your end of the deal, now I'm gonna hold up mine. Wait for me on the couch and give me ten minutes."
Mitsuki turned and walked toward the stairs with a deliberate sway in her hips meant entirely to drive him crazy, disappearing without looking back while Ren stood there in the kitchen holding a dry plate.
She actually bought the outfit... I'm gonna die happy tonight.
He put the plate away and headed to the living room, settling on the couch, the same piece of furniture where everything between them had started, trying to keep his heartbeat under control.
The minutes dragged by agonizingly slow, and Ren activated his sensory dampening field around the living room just in case, creating a privacy bubble where no one outside it could hear or see what happened inside. A moment later he heard her steps on the stairs, a slow pace where the click of heels against wood grew louder with every step.
When Mitsuki appeared at the bottom of the stairs, Ren's brain checked out completely.
The outfit went way beyond the typical cheap costume from a store, this was the high end fantasy version, a white dress so short it barely covered the curve of her ass, paired with a deep neckline that revealed more than it hid while the fabric hugged every inch of her body perfectly. She wore a tiny red cross stitched on the left side of her chest, white stockings reaching up to her thighs held by garter straps that sank slightly into her soft flesh, creating a perfect line where the fabric met skin, ridiculously tall white heels that added to her already impressive height, and a tiny nurse cap that made the whole thing look filthy rather than clinical.
She'd even done her makeup, using dark eyeliner to sharpen her gaze along with a red lipstick that turned her mouth sinful, her cheeks dusted with just the right amount of blush.
I'm dead and I went straight to heaven, because there's no other explanation for what I'm looking at right now.
Mitsuki posed at the bottom of the stairs with one hand on her hip while the other held a small plastic stethoscope she must have bought as part of the game, showing him a devastating smile.
"Well?" She did a slow turn to let him take in the whole outfit, revealing that the back of the dress was even shorter than the front and barely covered her ass, giving Ren a glimpse of white lace panties that matched perfectly. "Was the wait worth it, Ren-kun?"
Ren opened his mouth and no sound came out.
"Mitsuki-san..."
"Use your words, baldy, I spent forty five thousand yen on this outfit and I'm expecting a proper reaction."
"You look..." He swallowed hard. "I don't think the language has enough words to describe how you look right now."
"Good answer." Mitsuki walked toward him with a predatory pace, her heels clicking against the floor in a rhythm that matched Ren's accelerating heartbeat. "Now then, patient Ren-kun, I've been told you've been pushing yourself too hard at the Sports Festival."
She stopped in front of him at a distance where he could smell her perfume mixed with the natural heat of her skin.
"I think you need a thorough examination." She pressed the toy stethoscope against his chest with exaggerated seriousness. "Your heart rate is dangerously elevated, so I'll have to perform some... hands on tests."
This is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in either of my two lives, yep, I'm saying it again.
Mitsuki didn't wait for permission and straddled him on the couch, which made her skirt ride up instantly while her thighs spread over his lap, pressing the white lace panties directly against his crotch so she could feel exactly how hard he already was through his pants.
"Oh my, oh my," she murmured with fake concern, grinding her hips on purpose. "The swelling looks serious, maybe I should examine it up close."
"Mitsuki-san, the roleplay is incredibly hot but honestly I don't know how long I can..."
She silenced him with a kiss, her tongue invading Ren's mouth while her hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him in hard.
When she finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected their lips and the red lipstick was already smeared all over his mouth.
"Tonight isn't about spoiling me, Ren-kun." Mitsuki gripped his face firmly, forcing him to look her straight in the eyes. "Tonight I'm the nurse and you're the patient, and patients follow orders, got it?"
Ren nodded slowly with a dry throat.
"I said, got it?" Her grip tightened to make the order clear.
"Yes, ma'am."
Mitsuki slid off his lap and stood in front of him, pointing at his shirt with an authoritative finger.
"Strip, take it all off right now."
Ren obeyed without arguing, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it aside, followed by his pants and underwear until he was completely naked on the couch while Mitsuki towered over him in her nurse uniform and heels.
"Lie back."
He leaned back against the couch, leaving his erection fully exposed, which Mitsuki contemplated with an expression of appreciation mixed with a predatory hunger she never bothered hiding.
"The patient's condition looks critical." She climbed back onto the couch, settling between his legs. "I'll have to administer treatment immediately."
Mitsuki closed her hand around his cock and squeezed firmly with a confident grip, making Ren's hips jerk involuntarily before she activated her Quirk to instantly coat her palm with glycerin, turning every stroke into an incredible smoothness.
SCHLICK... SCHLICK... SCHLICK...
"Nghh... Mitsuki..."
"Tonight I'm Nurse Mitsuki, sweetheart." She picked up the pace of her strokes while her free hand pushed his chest down to keep him flat against the couch. "And I didn't give you permission to move."
Her hand worked him mercilessly thanks to the glycerin that created a perfect glide, magnifying every sensation past anything reasonable. Ren gripped the cushions, fighting the urge to thrust up.
"Look at me while I do this," Mitsuki ordered. "I didn't get all dressed up this pretty just for you to close your eyes."
Ren forced his eyes open and the image almost made him come right there, taking in Mitsuki in the nurse outfit, her cleavage spilling out of the low neckline and her red lips curved into a satisfied smile while her hand stroked him without pause, enjoying every second of the control she held over him.
"You're already shaking," she observed with amusement. "I haven't even started the real treatment and you're about to lose it."
"Because you look fucking incredible and your hand feels..."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." She leaned in and squeezed his cock. "Though I think the patient needs something more aggressive."
Mitsuki took him into her mouth in one motion, her red lips stretching around his thickness as she went down until he hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck!" Ren's whole body tensed up.
SCHLORRP... SCHLORRP... SCHLORRP...
The wet sounds were obscene as Mitsuki moved her head at a relentless rhythm that left him no room to think about anything other than the devastating suction of her mouth, using her tongue to run along the underside of his cock with quick movements while her glycerin coated hand worked whatever her lips couldn't cover.
She pulled off with a pop, leaving a thick string of saliva connecting her red lips to the tip.
"I love the way you taste, Ren-kun." She licked the string of saliva back into her mouth. "But tonight the nurse is the one getting treatment first."
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