Yes, you still need to keep watch

Just because Emi hadn't done anything particularly out of character so far with her laundry didn't mean you could afford to stop watching her. That drill-looking object was still suspicious. Besides, you'd snuck around this far... you were already busted if you got caught. It might set your mind at ease to know that Ms. Joke didn't think you were a suspicious character just yet.

Then again, it could also just make you feel guiltier later, since this was supposed to be a private call... you could end up having another Benefactor hallucination episode later.

Whatever! Watching Emi kicking her feet up and down with the curve of her bottom outlined against that waiting bench was is its own reward, in some ways. You decided to just stick with it. You could either beat yourself up some more or let Benefactor **** you in your head again to make up for your voyeuristic tendencies later. You didn't want to get into that habit, but...

You shook all of that nonsense out of your head and listened into the phone call.

"Heeey, Aizawa! Enjoying your day off today without all those UA kids interrupting your beauty sleep, I bet! Were you in the sleeping bag when I called? Yeah, yeah! A likely story! Ba ha ha ha!" the jokey lady hero palled around noisily over the phone. You wondered if she and Shota Aizawa were really such good friends, or if she just went extra hard at him with the jokes to try and stir some kind of reaction from him. The guy seemed like he'd have a pretty creepy laughing face. "If anybody's a 'sleeps in on his days off' type, it's gotta be you!" You couldn't help but chuckle a bit, remember how late she'd been in bed before you got her up...

... Wait, no! Chuckling was bad. Too much and you'd give away your position. You clasped both hands over your mouth and continued to listen, wondering if you were risking yourself for nothing. She seemed like the good ol' Ms. Joke, as far as you could tell.

"Oooh? You've got business today, huh? I know what that means! You're going on a D-A-T-E, right? Who's the lucky girl?" Emi pushed further, placing one hand onto the bench and leaning her head back so that her green hair spilled over one shoulder. She wore a big grin on her face; you could imagine Aizawa just deadpanning on the other side of the phone, unreceptive to her taunts. "Aw, no girl? Since you're free, don't you wanna come over and help watch Ren with me? We could use a third player!" Now it sounded like she was a little ****...

...

Oh crap! She was actually a good bit more **** than she sounded, it turned out. As she parted her legs and began to spread with them in an unladylike V shape to either side of the bench, then grabbed that pink screw from the bottom of her basket, you finally understood what she'd brought with her. As she continued to chat on the phone with her hero colleague... you couldn't see it from this angle... but you were almost certain she just put it inside her! The red blush creeping across her cheeks told you that must be the case. You clasped both hands over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing or screaming-- you weren't sure which-- as she continued to chat casually on her phone. While one hand held the smartphone to her ear, the other was pumping the screw-like toy in past her pussy's lips, then out, simulating a lover's thrust.

"What am I up to? Ha ha ha! You never cared before! I guess I just have to have a hypno-quirker under house arrest to make you interested, huh? Well, since you asked... I'm doing laundry. Pretty exciting, huh?" she questioned, biting her lip with a naughty expression as she failed to mention the more important of her two current activities. "I've got to keep my hero suit clean, unlike some of us that get sleeping-bag sweat all over it and then go to teach the day! Ha ha ha! I'm just playing, don't worry. Anyway, it's the hero suit, but also my g-strings. Whaaat? Did I say something weird? Hey, buddy, you asked what I was doing!"

You failed to cover up, feeling the exclamation come out. It wasn't just a lack of control on your part; her quirk, when she failed to focus on its control, was too powerful! You weren't the only one unintentionally torturing someone with your quirk! When your gasp of surprise shot from your mouth, it immediately became a raucous, "HA!" It was all you could do to avoid screaming in frustration afterward. Predictably, her head turned toward your direction as you barely ducked in time to avoid detection...

... But she might not give up there! She might be coming to check! Panicking, you quickly threw out another hypnosis suggestion, brief and indelicate:

"If Ren laughs at an unusual time, just ignore it. It's normal for him to laugh!"

That... was dangerous! What if she accidentally used her quirk on you and then never turned it off, causing you to laugh yourself to ****?! You'd have nobody to blame but yourself in that case!

The future aside, it seemed to be working for now. Emi continued her conversation with Eraser Head, seeming to forget that she'd heard anything weird in the bushes. Her face had that kind of sleepy smile on it that she wore when under the effect of your Pendulum trance... Was that just because she was in the process of ignoring it, or something worse? "Sorry, thought I heard something outside. No, no, everything's fine! He he, well, laundry's not actually all I'm doing. If you really wanna know, since I was thinking about you, I-"

Oh no! She was about to spill the beans! A-And she was masturbating while picturing Aizawa? That was its own issue you felt like you wanted to learn more about down the road, but for now, you just had to stop her!

"You shouldn't talk about perverted things with Aizawa. He's just not interested, right? Don't tell him about anything like that..."

It worked! She switched conversation topics on the dime. "Naaah, I'm just messing with you! Just boring laundry on this side," she giggled, while continuing to thrust that toy in and out beneath her skirt. You thought to yourself that if the washing machine wasn't running, you'd probably hear wet, squishing noises right about now.

Thinking about that was a bad idea. With the crisis averted, it finally occurred to you... this was the first time you'd ever actually watched a woman masturbate before. Benefactor had made you watch him do things like this to people before, but you always averted your eyes in disgust; you knew they didn't want to pleasure themselves in front of that damnable bastard. In this case, though... by definition, given the hypnosis instructions you'd given her, Ms. Joke really did want to do this, didn't she? Perhaps it was something she'd thought now and then: "wouldn't it be hilarious if I was getting off on the other side of the phone when I called Eraser Head?" The grin on her face wasn't sleepy any more and it was just barely jovial; that was the aroused grin of a girl who knows she's getting away with something... and is pretty close to a climax.

... Thinking that, you weren't surprised to find yourself pulling your own penis out and aiming into the bushes. Watching the woman spread her legs and go to town on herself had been too much; you'd never seen something this erotic in your entire life, full stop. You'd caught a thing or two on TV before, but in your attempts to reject everything salacious that Benefactor had offered you, you'd ended up pretty sheltered. Ms. Joke was plenty hot without this kind of embellishment... Seeing her drilling herself in public was wilder than anything you'd allowed yourself to imagine! It was actually embarrassing, how quickly this had gotten you hard and put you on the edge of climax yourself!

The fact that she was managing to make her report during all of this was nothing short of amazing, giving you a glimpse of her poise as a pro hero, even if it was being applied rather shamelessly. The fact that she only had good things to say about you caused you more guilt than it did pleasure...

In the end, you thought you came before she did. Thankfully, it went onto the dirt and the weeds... as long as nobody'd been watching you and the coast was clear, it was a victimless crime. You spared her the indignity of watching her climax, but you could hear it... You thought it was probably a shame she'd just put all of her dirty clothes in the wash, because she'd probably need something to wipe up with.

You wanted to be a gentleman... but you couldn't resist! You peeked your head back up and looked in, not wanting to miss Emi's face of masturbatory pleasure. You caught her finishing up, clutching her bicep across her face to cry into it as her hips bucked with pleasure and liquid dripped down her legs; you could only see her thighs and suddenly wished you'd been able to flip the camera or look at the washing machine's reflection for a front view glimpse. She sat upon the bench with her legs still spread and the toy on the floor beneath her, red-faced and panting, with her head rolled onto one shoulder. The look on her face, wearing a big grin with locks of her green hair shadowing one eye and rolling down so a single strand played at her open, pink lips, rooted itself in your mind.

You weren't sure if you'd just reached your absolute cut-off point, after which you'd never be able to make yourself do this kind of thing again... or if you'd just stepped past that line, and would now be unable to stop yourself when opportunities arose.

You'd left after that unfortunate incident. It was clear you were doing more damage than you were helping and you doubt she'd want to take a stab at a second masturbation session after that first one. As long as she didn't want to do it again, she ought to be safe. Beyond that, your earlier edict, that she avoid talking about anything perverted with Eraser Head, ought to ensure that g-strings and sex toys didn't come back up in the conversation. Now you just had time to yourself while you waited for her to finish laundry. If you hadn't masturbated already, you'd surely be doing that right this moment.

As it turned out, being alone with your thoughts for an hour wasn't a good thing. As you watched TV and tried to take your mind off of it, the trenchcoat-wearing father figure you wished you'd never met re-emerged, then took a seat right next to you, seeming so real that you were worried he was going to place his hand upon your shoulder and you'd feel it plop there.

"Boooy... What a splendid venture! I knew you had it in you. You could have just told her that she wouldn't masturbate with toys around you and that would have stopped it, right? But instead you picked just the right answers to make it so you could continue to watch her and have it all to yourself... I couldn't have done it better myself."

Crap. Your conscience was really laying it on thick this time. You guessed you deserved it, but you couldn't help snapping back: you'd panicked! You were still trying to fix the damage, but it wasn't easy. Sure it went a little too far when you'd pulled out your dick... but that was his fault! If he hadn't kept you in that abusive, sheltered relationship, you wouldn't be the kind of guy who has to start whacking off in a situation like that!

"Anyone would whack off in a situation like that." The man grinned unsettlingly, then crossed his arms across his chest. "The only difference is that you and I are the ones who are permitted to do it."

You tried to picture something, anything, that would drive your mentor's face from your mind and stop him from talking to you. Desperately, you grabbed a framed picture of Ms. Joke, smiling along with Aizawa and a number of other pro heroes. That innocent, sunny expression seemed to go a long way... You had almost managed to push the image of Ms. Joke's erotic, gasping sex face from your head when you heard the older man's voice, sounding nearer than ever.

"It's nice to see her smile, isn't it? I liked that sort of thing too. Such a lovely face she has. Always smiling, but with a few expressions she'd never let the public see. The best part about those ones is that they're so genuine. You agree, right? I wonder what else you can do... that would make her smile like that? Try telling her not to masturbate with toys any more... I wonder how long it will be till she seeks out some other means of sexual release? Ha ha ha ha! Oh, oooh, now I'm laughing too! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-!"

Alone in the apartment, you clutched the sofa pillows over your head and screamed until you could no longer hear the man you were imagining next to you, nor the television set. You were going mad!

You had to tell Emi what you were doing. This couldn't go on any longer!