Mind Games - Chapter 30 (NSFW)

“We need to talk,” I said around the food in my mouth, swallowing before continuing. “About that, I suppose.”

I'm the guy, why am I saying that so much?

Himiko's face blanked. “I said something wrong, didn't I?”

I shook my head, making no effort to comfort her. She didn't really understand the idea of 'comforting someone,' I'd come to realize. It was something I'd have to work on. She understood affection, at least, but the idea that 'feeling better' after you'd made a mistake mattered was still an alien concept.

“You didn't,” I replied with a swig of my drink. “You brought an issue we need to discuss to my attention. I would like to discuss it to resolve any confusion or disagreement that we might have on the subject.”

I paused for a moment, cocking my head and raising an eyebrow in a show of curiosity, giving her something to read.

“Or would you rather put off the discussion for another time?”

Himiko frowned slightly, scooping up another share of red meat, cheese, and pasta. Truly the pinnacle of American cuisine. “Do you not want to have sex?”

Understanding that bypassing the answer to my question was an answer in and of itself, I nodded. “I wouldn't mind it. Do you want to have sex or do you feel obligated to have sex with me because we're married?”

Himiko blinked, narrowing her gaze. “It doesn't matter.”

“It matters to me,” I replied.

There was a moment of tension between us as we stared each other down.

Then, finally, Himiko's patience snapped.

She brought her hands down flat on the table, partially rose out of her seat, and spread her lips in a near-snarl. “Why?! Why do you keep asking what I want?! I'm your wife! You're my husband! Tell me what to do and I'll do it!”

I was unmoved by her little outburst, the psychic thread connecting us bypassing the defenses she'd received from her binding and giving me an ultimate trump card if she decided to get into a snit. Instead, I smiled, leaning back as her breathing slowly evened out, her body still hunched over the table slightly as if ready to pounce.

No.

Ready to pounce.

“Do you want to fight me?” I asked instead, my voice speculative as I readied myself.

“No!” She shouted. “I want to do the right thing! Tell me the right thing to do!”

“I refuse,” I smirked, giving her one more prod with cues to let her read my amusement. “What do you want-”

She leapt, a feral cry on her lips.

I kicked off slightly and let the chair I was sitting in tumble backwards, Himiko flying over me in a long arc as I did so.

I rolled backwards with the momentum, chuckling openly as Himiko turned on a dime and struck out with her foot in a kick she'd learned just a few days ago from a hero. It wasn't quite right. She hadn't adjusted for her own size and weight yet. I blocked it as Himiko snarled again, lunging with her fingers curled into claws, wanting to rake and hurt.

Wanting.

There it was.

My forearms rose up and smacked her strikes away before I moved in and pulled her into a throw.

But instead of letting go while she was at the apex, I pushed off the floor with all my might.

We fell right onto the couch, the impact hard but both of us were durable enough to take it and the couch was Company-made. It would need more abuse than that to break. Still, the impact jarred her for a second, not having been ready for it.

But I had been.

In fact, I'd positioned her on top of me just for the occasion.

Her eyes dilated, her blood still running hot, a snarl still on her lips...

I kissed her.

It was a hard and messy thing, an expression of raw desire and need more than anything else. I didn't have the advantages I could have bought, but I had more than five millennia of work as an escort and prostitute guiding my lips, fingers, and lust.

The blond girl on top of me didn't freeze.

She pushed back instinctively, pressing her hips against my own and slamming her fingers into the cushions on either side of my head as one of my hands gripped her waist and the other roughly massaged a breast.

Then I slipped my tongue into her mouth and slid it over a canine.

That reaction was also instantaneous, Himiko jerking so hard I'd almost mistaken the motion for a seizure as her hips bucked against me and a low, throaty moan vibrated into our kiss. Letting my head flop back, I gave her a self-assured grin as I massaged her sides. Still positioned above me on shaking arms, her dilated gaze was wide, her face flushed as if she'd had a fever, and her breath coming in heavy panting gasps.

Slowly, she started to come back to herself as she lowered herself onto my chest, small whines erupting from her quivering form.

“Meanie,” she muttered, her eyes flicking away from my satisfied gaze as she curled up against me like a cat, her head over my heart. “Un-cute jerkface idiot meanie.”

Ah, I've had a Japanese schoolgirl call me 'baka.' I feel seen.

“We wouldn't have this problem if you would let that side of yourself come out to play more often,” I stated softly, my amusement fading as I shifted one arm to hold her close to me and the other to slide my fingers through her hair. The cold analytical part of me saw this vulnerable moment as the perfect start to recondition her into accepting human touch.

Most of me just wanted to make her pain go away.

“You'll get scared eventually,” Himiko muttered, quaking against me. “They all do, when they see enough of me.”

“The difference between those people and me,” I replied carefully, “is that I can be a lot scarier than even you, my cute little vampire. If they're scared of you, they'd be terrified of me.”

Himiko's breath caught, a trace of a giggle escaping before she clamped down on it. “You really won't make me leave?”

“No,” I replied firmly, my hand trailing down to the band at her neck. “This means you belong to me. That's the end of that discussion.”

It said something about the girl in my arms that those words cause her to relax more than my other attempts to soothe her.

“Not even if I hurt you?” Himiko pressed, gold eyes glittering up at me in narrow slits, a trace of her previous aggression echoing through them. “When I... get like that... I've hurt you. Before, and now.”

“If you'd attacked me of your own initiative, I might blame you depending on the circumstances, but I made a choice to provoke a reaction out of you,” was my clear response, staring back into her eyes, “while knowing full well that you have a hard time controlling that side of yourself so far. The consequences of my actions are my own.”

“You keep doing that, being mean,” Himiko pouted, “why?”

A question she already knew the answer to, but wanted to hear me say it.

“Because you're honest when you're like that,” I answered her, tilting forward to kiss her on the forehead and making her whine with need. “And because I think that side of yours is beautiful.”

Her arms, limp by my head until now, curled around the back of my neck and pulled herself tighter to me. “What will happen to me if I do hurt you and it's my fault?”

“Hmm... in all likelihood, I'll tie you up in a compromising position and play with your body until you beg me to stop,” I replied candidly. “Likely in conjunction with using my quirk to render you harmless and unable to resist me.”

The last bit of tension in her spine flowed out of it, leaving her limp and relaxed in my arms.

“Good,” she nodded against my chest. “I'd have been angry if you lied or didn't have a plan to punish me.”

I blinked, then snorted.

She'd been listening to my heartbeat to determine whether or not I was telling the truth.

“This side of you is unbelievably cute,” I told her in no uncertain terms, her eyes widening as her face broke out in a severe flush.

“Meanie! Jerk! Uncute jerk!” Himiko whined, squirming in my grip as she flustered, pulling her arms down so that she could beat futilely at my chest.

I just laughed, letting her have her little fit.

Eventually, she calmed down and we went back to cuddling quietly. We both knew that the time for us to return to our respective houses was coming near, but wanted to enjoy the closeness while it lasted. Very likely, this was the first mutually-enjoyable human contact the girl had had in... at least a decade.

“That was an orgasm, wasn't it?” Himiko asked eventually.

I hummed, my chin lightly tapping the top of her head as I nodded. “I don't experience what you do, but especially intense orgasms are usually accompanied by the tensing of unrelated muscle groups, a burst of sensation, and involuntary noises. So, likely, yes.”

“Orgasms feel good,” Himiko replied, licking her lips. “That's... that's sex, right? Making each other have those?”

“It's one component of the act, yes,” I nodded again.

“Then... I want to make you have one.” Himiko paused, sitting up slightly so she could more easily look me in the eye. “Give you one? That. I want to do that.”

“You want to,” I stressed pointedly.

Himiko's mouth opened, then closed, and she nodded slowly before sounding out the words as though they were a foreign language to her. “I want to make you happy. An orgasm would feel good and do that, wouldn't it?”

I huffed a laugh and nodded. “It would.”

“Then I want to do it,” Himiko replied, her expression serious and firm.

I folded my hands behind my head and made a considering noise deep in my throat. “Okay. Do you want to use your hands, your mouth, or your breasts?”

Himiko frowned, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Which one do you want?”

I opened my mouth, but Himiko hesitantly – haltingly – held up a hand and placed it on my chest. “Y-you said that we both do things the other wants. That we don't always get our way. So I want you to choose. Because this is for you. That's what I want.”

I closed my mouth and considered that for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Himiko took a shuddering breath and relaxed again, waiting for my answer.

“I'd like you to use your mouth,” I told her, her eyes lighting up as she backed down to give me room to sit up. “Do you know how to give oral sex or would you like me to tell you what to do?”

“Tell me what to do,” came the immediate reply, then she paused before adding, “Dear.”

I sat up, flexed a bit, and pointed to the space between my legs on the ground in front of the couch. “Take off your sweater and blouse, then get down on your knees in front of me.”

My blonde girlfriend-wife nodded, hurrying to obey as she removed the specified clothing and folded it neatly on one of the couch's armrests. She paused. “Dear, should I remove my bra, too?”

I looked her over, the swell of her handful-sized breasts buoyed by a pale pink bra. If she hadn't been okay with it, she wouldn't have asked. That was who Toga Himiko was. Even still, I hesitated a moment, then nodded. “Yes, I'd like that.”

Himiko smiled back, reached behind her, and unclasped her bra before removing it in an equally deft motion and putting it atop the small pile of clothes. She paused thoughtfully, turning to me. “Do you mind... can I ask why people like breasts so much? Mostly it's just guys, but Ami-chan likes girls, so...”

I snorted, enjoying the view of her chest, which was probably why she was asking. Given I wasn't hiding my appreciation of her breasts and she was looking down to analyze them given my stare. “It's because female-presenting breasts are associated with maternity and child-rearing, which is attached to the concept of childbirth and, therefore, procreation.”

Himiko blinked, nodding as she tapped her chin cutely. “That makes a lot of sense. Larger breasts would hold more milk for babies then, so that's why a lot of guys enjoy larger breasts in those magazines they shouldn't bring to school.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Pretty much. Though, I just prefer them to be proportional to the woman's build, not specifically larger or smaller. Breasts that are... comically large – for lack of a better term – are actually unattractive for me.”

“Are my breasts proportional?” Himiko asked, frowning and allowing her eyes to search the room... likely for a reflective surface. “I know they're on the small side... Arupaka-chan has big ones that she tries to hide so the guys give her less trouble during PE.”

“They may be on the small side, yes, but you're actually fairly petite,” I told her. “It makes you look lithe and athletic... you could probably pull off a sporty tomboy look if you wanted. But, yes, you have a body type that I'm very attracted to. Don't worry about that.”

Himiko giggled, bounced slightly-

Which was very distracting.

-and maneuvered herself to kneel in front of me.

Growing slightly uncomfortable due to... well, growing... I raised my hips off the sofa and unfastening my belt before unceremoniously pulling my pants down. Immediately, Himiko's eyes locked onto my dick with a focused, analytical intensity. Her cheeks reddened slightly, but I couldn't detect any actual embarrassment.

“It's my first time seeing a penis, in real life at least,” Himiko commented, reaching out to tentatively brush her fingers against it, her eyes flicking upwards to check for permission. “The girls sometimes brought naughty stuff to sleepovers, I didn't pay close attention to it, though. Mother and Father don't like that sort of thing.”

I made a noise of understanding as she slowly explored my shaft, the flesh growing heated and harder under her fingers. “You're doing fine. Don't be afraid to take a firmer grip – yeah, like that. Ahh...”

“Hmm... should I put it in my mouth now?” Himiko asked, watching as it hardened.

“Do you have a gag reflex?” I asked instead of answering her directly.

She blinked, looked up, then back down. Her mouth shifted to a quiet 'oh' of realization. “Ah... there was a party game the girls played. It was... you took a banana and tried to put it all the way down without choking. I never understood why that was so funny, especially since Ami was so good at it.”

I snorted and Himiko's teeth flashed in a smile of honest amusement, the mask having fallen away. “And you?”

“I was the best!” Himiko grinned again, moving forward with her mouth open.

I put a finger on her forehead to stop her, the head of my dick at her lips. Her eyes flicked upwards. “Absolutely no teeth, especially your sharp ones. I don't mind if you nibble elsewhere, but not there.”

She dipped her head in quick acknowledgment and I removed my finger.

Her jaw opened wide, and she moved in to cover my dick with her mouth.

I sighed as the feeling of warm, wet pressure came over me. “That's good. Move your head back and forth along the length. Suck lightly while you're doing it.”

Himiko hummed an agreement and I groaned in response to that sensation as well.

The low noise from my throat made her pause for a brief second before she sucked lightly and continued the motion forwards and backwards. Then she hummed. Intentionally. I grunted, my fingers lacing through her hair.

“Good girl,” I muttered, staring down at her eyes. “Very good girl.”

Happiness and accomplishment almost literally radiated off her.

Himiko moved deeper, testing both herself and me as she took more into her mouth and began to push my member past the back of her mouth. A few telegraphed – but not faked – noises of appreciation and pleasure let her know she was on the right track. A few moments later, she pushed down the last few inches and buried her nose in my crotch.

I could have fought it, but positively-reinforcing that effort and initiative was more important.

Plus, we didn't have much time left.

I erupted, Himiko's eyes widening as she felt the heat and muscle pulse in her mouth and began to move off, uncertain of what was happening.

The first few shots caught her in the mouth, the next few on her face, and a handful of trailing ones splattered on her upper chest.

“Ahh...” Himiko began, smacking her tongue against the roof of her mouth and swirling my seed around. Then she swallowed and nodded, looking up at me, her golden eyes shining. “I did good?”

“Excellent, full marks,” I nodded, smiling as I pulled a handkerchief out and-

The blond plucked it from my grasp, gently rubbing it over my dick to remove the saliva. “It's my job to clean things. I'll take care of it.”

She paused. “Thank you for telling me to take off my top. It'd get messy.”

I huffed a quiet laugh, the motions of the handkerchief threatening to get me going again. “You're welcome. I enjoyed the view anyway, so it wasn't entirely for your benefit.”

“I'm glad!” Himiko grinned, her teeth almost fully exposed before she calmed down and gave me a more demure smile. “Mother said... she said if you wanted sex, I should do something like this. She... doesn't want me to have full intercourse with you until we're married, and she'll know if we do. So until I move out, is this okay?”

I nodded slowly. “As long as you decide to do it because you want to, it's fine. I greatly appreciated it and enjoyed myself.”

She stared up at me, her eyes narrowed. “That's what I do. I don't like it when you do it.”

I grunted and allowed my face to relax, rolling my eyes and dropping the blank mask. “Apologies. Your parents... I don't particularly enjoy discussing them. Or their treatment of you. But, as I said, as long as it's you wanting to do it – and not your mother – then I don't dislike it.”

Himiko nodded, relaxing slightly as she finished drying me off and moved to her own-

Her tongue peaked out between her lips and she dragged a finger through the semen on her face before putting it in her mouth.

I twitched, only an exercise of pure will enabling me to pull my underwear and pants back up before things got problematic.

Reading the question on my face, Himiko drew more of my essence into her mouth. “It's not bad. I like... um, b-blood more, but... this is good too.”

I swallowed, my throat a little dry. “I'm glad you enjoy it.”

Himiko smiled, then stiffened. “I left the food out!”

Still topless, still covered in a spray of my semen, Himiko hopped up from her crouch and flipped up onto the gravity-reversed dining area before hurriedly beginning to put away the cooling leftovers. I pressed my lips into a thin line and palmed my face, trying and failing to suppress the laughter shaking my body. Thankfully, I was able to keep it contained, if just barely.

…

“Hmm~mmm~hmm~” Himiko hummed happily as she walked towards the train station with me, her arm wrapped around mine.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” I clicked my tongue in displeasure, disappointed at myself.

I’d gotten distracted. Moreover, I’d gotten distracted with my dick.

Ugh.

“Hmm, what's wrong, Dear?” Himiko asked, pulling her head off my shoulder and looking up at me.

“I'll be purchasing you a gift,” I stated bluntly, her eyes widening in surprise and happiness. My eyes flicked around to the sparse crowd of people absorbed in their phones, often with a single headphone in and only half-aware of the world around them. “I told you about templates?”

Himiko's eyes widened. “You don't have to-”

“I want to,” I stated firmly, cutting her off. “But I'm giving you the choice of which one. I can't purchase anything with magic or exotic abilities for you right now, but I want to enhance your abilities to protect both yourself and me.”

My girlfriend frowned, then nodded, recognizing on some level that she wasn't going to win this fight. “Templates are... they're powers, right? Like quirks?”

I hummed an affirmative.

“But... if you can't buy an actual quirk... what's left?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

“Templates with wide skill sets, like the Barbies,” I told her. “They typically have an excellency – a particular occupation they focus on – but are good at almost everything they attempt. My employers use them as temp staffers when they suffer shortages or to clean up bureaucratic messes.”

Himiko nodded slowly. “Being better at office work would make things easier now that I'm interning with the agency like you.”

“Which is another reason I wanted to give you this now, instead of later,” I informed her. “Or soon, at any rate. To register for UA, you'll need a proper quirk assessment on file-”

Or you'll need All Might to personally vouch for you, but that's a little impractical.

“-and while most of the templates I can access won't give you anything impressive, there are a few available if you look hard enough. And if you choose one of those, you’ll want it on file instead of anomalously developing it later during your academic career.””

“Like what?” She asked, her gold eyes sparkling with interest even if her mouth was pulled into a moue of distaste at the idea of an examination.

“Mainly the 'harder' transhumanist upgrades. They won't usually stand up to a quirk, but they'll put you dramatically above the majority of the population that doesn't have a quirk specializing in some sort of enhancement. Given what your quirk already allows you to do, I'm hoping for a multiplicative effect there,” I explained, my voice still low, but Himiko nodding along with perked ears.

“I could help you fight,” Himiko stated.

I nodded, deciding to obfuscate things a bit. Against normal quirk-users, villains, and the like... I'd already bet on Himiko. There were standout examples of exotic attacks she wouldn't be ready for, though. Being able to literally think faster or see in the ultraviolet spectrum or something along those lines would help mitigate that.

I had thought about suggesting a vampire template, but discarded the notion. She wouldn't have accepted it and there were better transhumanist options out there that wouldn't feature communicable strains of disease. At least, for the most part. I couldn't precisely pick an Alucard template from Hellsing without the very real possibility of Himiko attracting attention from something, but...

There were a few attractive options if I really wanted to force the issue.

Biologically alive vampires without any of the classic weaknesses save for the diet of blood, which she already possessed. Officially classified as 'purely organic' with no real supernatural elements – even if a few of them bent physics – it would be pushing things, but they were strong enhancements.

“The final option I was considering was an advanced technical skill set, if you showed interest in it,” I added. “You've never mentioned a desire for technological fluency, but I could pretty easily acquire a template that would allow you to become a top-notch support hero.”

“I'd make things for you instead of fighting with you, then,” she hummed, considering.

We spoke a little longer on the subject while we waited for the train that would take her home. There were advantages and disadvantages to each option and I'd put a longer and more detailed list of them on the shared files folder on the Apartment's network.

In the end, I put it in Himiko's hands to make the final choice. It was up to her to decide whether she valued a broad – if entirely mundane – boost to her skills, a low-level transhumanist enhancement, or a next generational technological advantage.

I think she knew I was holding something back, though.

Regardless, we hugged and parted at the station.

~~~

Ha! I did it this time!

As promised, here's the next chapter of Mind Games, coming in at just over 4k.

First sex scene of the story, even if it's not full intercourse just yet. Himiko and Hitoshi's relationship is progressing, though, and something interesting is on the horizon. We will be approaching a short month-long time skip soon-ish, which will put us right at the entrance exam, so look forward to that.

Next update will likely be The Hand We're Dealt, as that got voted in this month as well. So look for that chapter over the weekend.