Your attempt at an apology yields unexpected results

You had no need to consult a fictional version of Benefactor to tell you whether what you'd just done crossed some kind of line. This was one time you wished he'd appear, just so you could blame him for the nearly hour-long fap session just now, wherein you'd beat your meat to several actresses imitating your favorite lady hero and then finished off on a recording of her at a bikini photo-shoot, while using her own personal computer in her own apartment.

There was no way she hadn't heard, right? You'd kept the volume low at first, but did you keep it that quiet the whole way through? Plus, you were pretty sure you'd yelled "fuck" at the end. If that wasn't enough, there was the distinct sound of your fist hitting the desk. Emi was a pretty keen study in the average case, but she wouldn't need to be for this one; she'd have to be deaf not to realize you'd just fapped during the sex ed video.

Then again, if there was a decent time to masturbate in full knowledge of someone else, it had to be when they'd just given you a sexual education video to watch, right? Would she blame you for that? You made up your mind that you weren't going to leave things vague. Whether she heard or she didn't, she might play dumb; you'd apologize one way or another, to make things right.

You weren't going to wait the night to find out. With your heart thumping in your chest, you checked to make sure you'd tucked yourself back into your pajama bottoms, then jumped up to race to Emi's door. Part of you wished she'd open up and meet you there before you could knock. You really wanted her to take control of the situation. That's what teachers and pro heroes are supposed to do, right? Sighing at your at-times irresponsible mentor's behavior, you raised your fist and knocked a few times.

"The door's open! Did you finish up the video?" Ms. Joke's voice called from inside, sounding as chipper as ever.

She might just be trying to spare your feelings, but it made you feel better to hear her usual, sunny disposition. You opened the door and let yourself in. On the other side of the door, you got your first good look at Ms. Joke's bedroom. Now you got a pretty good idea of why she didn't want you in here; the rest of the house had given off the impression that she was a pretty clean, organized person, but the backroom was sort of a mess, with cables running to her personal laptop and other appliances. Her orange-and-yellow, starburst pattern bedsheets were all clumped up on one side of the mattress and the whole place was full of "unique" doodads, like dolls, toys, prank items, and those sorts of things that she'd collected, but never archived. It was a bit hard to even step around the room without stepping on some rubbery, squeaking object. Was this really the room of a woman nearing thirty?

At least her clothes were pretty organized. You didn't get a look at any more of her salacious thong underwear, somewhat to your disappointment.

The room was dimly lit by a single bed-side lamp. Seated upon the bed was Ms. Joke, still wearing her cute purple pajamas and a big grin on her face, with just a hint of a blush. "You look like somebody caught you taking the last cookie from the jar, Ren! What's the matter?" she questioned, still sitting sideways on her bed and watching you over one shoulder.

You weren't sure what to say. You told her you'd gotten a little carried away.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, uh... that's no problem! I wasn't sure how you'd react, but I've been around the block a few times. If you've got that kind of reaction to Midnight, I can hardly blame you! A lot of folks do!" she encouraged you, holding one hand in front of her mouth to stop herself from laughing. You thought that might be her way of trying to lighten the mood.

Still, she was off-base. Apparently, she hadn't heard the sounds coming from the living room, or she'd know that Midnight had very little to do with finishing you off. Having said your peace, you eagerly began to excuse yourself, hoping to take off.

As you bowed, you noticed something on the bed next to Emi. With everything that was strewn across the room-- so many colorful pieces of rubber and plastic-- you almost mistook the small shoebox on the bed for a box of toys. It was a box of toys, but not the innocent kind. Seeing you looking at them, Emi spun around on the bed; you finally realized that she had one hand wrapped around a lengthy, lime-green, ribbed dildo and said dildo had been sucked by one set of lips or the other before you came in. "I was actually giving myself a little 'sexual education' before you came in, if you catch my drift! Wanna stay and watch this part?" she questioned, wearing a joking grin as she pulled out the bottom of her pajama pants and prepared to plunge the item back inside.

You cursed inwardly as you heard the voice of Benefactor laughing from somewhere, perhaps inside the room's closet. Emi was still under the effect of Pendelum's hypnosis, which told her something along the lines of it being okay for her to use her toys in your presence. There was no way to reverse it besides using Pendelum again. Determined not to let Emi humiliate herself within full view of you, you focused, then initiated a new hypnotic command.

"Before you use a toy to masturbate in front of Ren, reason it out. Use your logic. Is there something to be embarrassed about? Are you not ashamed for him to see you do this? Act according to your reasoning. If you don't think it's right to masturbate in front of him, then don't do it."

There! That ought to do it. With this imparted, the whole decision had been restored to her own judgment. She ought to be able to use her brain and realize that it wasn't normal to use toys while a house-guest watches.

Sure enough, Emi froze in the process of sticking the dildo inside her pants, then cupped her free hand to her chin. "Hmm... Actually, let me think on this a second," she mused. "About you watching me do this..."

Gulping, you answered her: it's not normal, right? It isn't normal at all to do that in front of someone.

Emi nodded, but then gestured around herself. "Take a look around here. 'Normal' isn't really par for the course to start with. I don't actually really care what's 'normal.' If I'm using my logic then I should ask myself a few questions. First off: am I uncomfortable with you seeing me do that sort of thing?"

You answered: obviously!

"I'm not so sure! What sort of things would make me uncomfortable? If I was embarrassed about my body-- which I'm not. If I thought you were a creep or likely to blab to others about it-- which I don't. You see? There's actually no consequence to me, personally, if you see this. The other side of it, though... Would you be uncomfortable watching it?" she questioned, then held the dildo out towards you to point, as though it were a microphone. It was a little gross, but also comical.

You gulped. How to answer this question? Was the gentlemanly thing to do to say you weren't interested in something like that? That it would be vulgar, for you to spy on such a thing, or something cheesy like: I'm not interested in your body, what I want to see is your smile?

Or... was it actually gentlemanly to admit that you did want to see? It was honest. It was a praise of her appeal as a female. It allowed her to get on with what she wanted to do. With a dry mouth, you croaked out that you'd actually like to stay.

"See? We've come to terms!" Emi giggled, patting the bed beside herself to indicate you should take a seat. "Besides, what better way to cap off a sexual education course than this, right? Don't be shy! Come up to the splash zone-- okay, actually that was gross. Don't worry, I won't splash on you."

Your face didn't register anything towards the joke, be it amusement, nervousness, or distaste. Your eyes were laser focused upon Emi's pants as you approached and took a spot on the bed next to her.

"He he... If you look that intently, I will start to get a little embarrassed," she admitted, running one hand through her marine-green hair to push it behind her shoulder. "You want to help? I've got to warn you, I'm really not like Midnight. I'm not the type who knows how to make a show out of it."

This wasn't a time for hesitation; you'd already decided on honesty. You nodded dumbly as she scooted up the bed and leaned back against her own headboard. You told her quietly that you'd wanted to see this sort of thing... not from Midnight or any of the other lady heroes, but from her. As her eyes widened and her face reddened, she seemed momentarily unable to come up with a response. You pressed the moment further, hooking both hands into the sides of her pajamas and helping her pull them down her legs, while she assisted by raising her feet off the bed.

In the next moment, you were practically salivating... That glimpse of her risque pajama shorts before had been one thing, but now, she was clad in just a thong bikini below, orange-colored with white frills around the T-shaped band, where they didn't do much of a job of hiding anything. Even now, you could see a bush of interestingly green pubic hair showing from around the thin strap covering her undercarriage, along with a bit of moistness from the earlier work. That, combined with the splendid tone of her legs, the womanly curves of her hips, and even the sight of her bare belly showing beneath the part in her shirt, were returning the erection you'd gotten rid of earlier.

She smiled a bit sheepishly as you brought your face closer and closer. "I-I'm not actually going to be able to do it if you stick your head there..."

Part of your mind was wondering if using a toy now was a little ridiculous. There were all kinds of things in the instructional video that you could take this time to try out, if she wanted to. In the end, you decided not to push your luck; you nodded and scooted back on the bed a bit, giving her some room to work.

"I already reasoned out that there's no reason to be embarrassed about this... So it won't matter if I show you a little more," she spoke quietly, sounding as though she was trying to convince herself. With trembling fingers, she pushed aside the thin band covering her groin area, the only thing separating your view from her wet, waiting pussy. "... What do you think? Is it too weird after all?"

Without thinking, you told her that it wasn't weird. It was actually a huge treat for you to see her like this. You admitted that you'd wanted to see more, ever since she came out her room wearing those tantalizing pajama shorts.

"That good? I'm one of those jokes you just can't stop thinking about, eh? Ha ha ha..." she muttered to herself, smiling and looking a bit pleased at the compliment. "Then... You wanna help me a little more? Something I think we'd both enjoy." When you nodded, she bit her lip, then handed the toy over to you. "You want to try using one? It doesn't have to be that one. I've got a couple in that box... Whichever you like."

You weren't going to waste time seeing what other toys your caretaker had for you to choose from. As though worried the chance was going to evaporate, you eagerly clasped your hand around the goblin-green dildo, then pushed forward on the bed into leaning position, closing some of the distance you'd gained earlier.

Emi had just enough time to say "go slow" before you began pushing the head of the suspicious object against her waiting lower lips. "Oh geez..." she murmured, her legs twitching slightly at that minor touch. The position you'd taken up put your face somewhat close to hers, with one hand upon the headboard to steady yourself and the other screwing around with that dildo. This wasn't just a "show..." the sight and scent of her at this range was driving you nuts! You were close enough to touch her all over... In fact, as you began to push your hand forward and the dildo along with it, you ended up rubbing the knuckles and fingers against her inner thigh, in spite of your attempt to keep it just to business. "Hey, you goofball! I already did the foreplay. You don't have to go that easy~"

As she gripped her hands onto the sheets and tried to keep her normal face on-- a big, challenging grin-- you felt compelled to try harder. You increased the speed with which you were plunging the dildo back and forth, then began to jiggle it around a little inside; you were a scientist, using the small changes in her expression like a researcher might judge the results of an experiment. A wince here told you that you were going too fast or moving too hard. One of her little giggles and a buck of her hips told you that you were doing just right. In no time at all, you'd transformed yourself into the perfect masturbation aide for the lady hero. "Golly, Ren. At this rate, I'm going to have to stick you in the box! How much did you learn watching that dumb video?" she sighed happily, grabbing hold of your hand without even questioning the action.

Your heart raced at the confirmation granted by that touch. You began to hammer the fake cock inside her harder, reveling at the squishing noise and the feminine juices pouring out around the submerged shaft. By this point, you weren't ashamed; you imagined that the dildo was your own cock, drilling your beloved caretaker to a state of mutual arousal. The grin on her face wasn't the innocent one worn by jokesters or tomboys any more; that expression was one worn by someone who's just discovered the joy of not only masturbating, but having their body appreciated so thoroughly by a sexual partner at the same time.

You felt Emi flip her hand so that the fingers intertwined with yours. "I-I'm just about at my limit! Hey, slow down! Oh no... I'm coming...! Ren, get back!"

The notion of getting away from her now seemed ridiculous-- almost offensive. Instead of doing that, you leaned forward, grasping her lips in your own. For a moment, her eyes at close, cross-eyed range widened in shock, before narrowing with the physical exertion of release. Her hips bounced up and down against the bed as you relentlessly hammered her pussy with her toy; her squirt was staining not just her own bedsheets, but also your own pajama pants, as you huddled in close and lovingly ate at her lips.

It struck you that you'd gone far outside the realm of what you could write off as either masturbation or sex ed, by this point... You'd made your intentions very clear when you'd held her hand and gone for the kiss. Even now, as her body "finished up," you were still leading the charge, smacking your lips against hers and exploring hungrily with your tongue.

"Ren... Hold on!" she muttered around your adoring kisses.

You were frightened to let her finish the thought, so you dug in harder, trying to ignore the way her body was shuddering. When you leaned back, you were met with more of that logic you'd encouraged her to use earlier.

"I'm-- at least ten years older than you! I'm a teacher-- with students! I'm a govern- mmm- g-government assigned hero, who's supposed to be-- mph! Supposed to be watching over you impartially! I can't-!" she gasped beneath your embrace. Feeling guilty, you began to draw back. When you did, she leaned forward, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and locking her lips over your own. After another deep, wet kiss, she drew back, grinning with a red face; it wasn't the expression you expected to see her wearing. "He he... or maybe that was a joke? You should see your face right now!"

You told her she'd almost given you a heart attack with that joke!

"A heart attack, at your age? Sounds like you're the one that's joking to me," Emi teased, sticking out her tongue.

The mood was somehow getting lighter and heavier at the same time. Even as she showed acceptance of your advances and seemed in high spirits, a part of you, perhaps silly, wondered if she understood that a certain part of you had become erect and ready to try another go, in spite of your masturbation earlier. When you looked down and spotted the dildo, still situated at her wet groin, with her legs spread, you felt yourself hard-pressed not to replace it with something of your own.

"Hey... I sort of get the feeling we should take a sleep on this and see how we feel in the morning." She spoke with a bit of her caretaker personality now, smiling with a sympathetic tilt to her eyebrows. "That okay, buddy?" Perhaps she'd spotted you looking at her pussy with that wanting look in your eyes. "I've got something important to tell you tomorrow... It's something we really ought to get out of the way before we do something like this again."

That sounded ominous; you asked her to tell you now.

"Now, come on... You're being too pushy tonight!" she scoffed, grinning and pushing you away from the headboard towards the back of the bed. You ended up bouncing off the foot of the bed and landing in a pile of ridiculous, stuffed versions of popular cartoon characters. "I trusted you, so you trust me a little bit, alright? Don't worry, I'm not kicking you out or anything. It's just better if we catch some zzz's and talk about it in the morning."

You weren't about to use your Pendulum in a situation like this. Instead, you begrudgingly agreed, then stood awkwardly to your feet, shifting your legs to try to hide the obvious tent pitched at the front of your pants. Seeing you do that made her start snickering again; she probably thought it was a little ridiculous that you should get bashful about your penis, when you'd just worked over her genitalia at close range like that.

"In the morning, alright? Bright and early! For real, this time! I'll even set an alarm," Emi winked, waving goodbye as you closed the door behind you.

You knew you were lovestruck and seeing your affections returned had you feeling restless to keep going. It had taken every ounce of your effort not to beg to sleep in her bed or something pathetic like that. The only thing that stopped you from masturbating again, remembering that encounter, was a vague tenderness in your penis from your earlier beat-off.

Was what you did really okay? How much of that was the influence of your Pendulum?

"I wonder?" a voice responded from the corner of the unlit room. A white grin flashed in the darkness. "You even fooled yourself, didn't you? I know how that is. It's a devil of a thing, using that quirk of ours so convincingly that we manage to secure our own blindfold. It's intoxicating!"

Feeling strangely sober, you disagreed with him, at least to an extent. Perhaps it was the after-effect of seeing Emi bizarrely reason out a logic that allowed her to masturbate in front of you, but similarly, you managed to out-logic the grim specter of Benefactor. You acknowledged that you'd twisted a thing or two in Emi's head, but nothing that would result in something like that, right? She may have grown pretty attached to you in this short time. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility that she'd fallen in love with you.

Benefactor's grin disappeared as his dry lips formed into a tight smirk. You heard the shuffle of his overcoat as he leaned against the wall. "You're a dreamer, young Ren. You owe all of this to your Pendulum."

You weren't ready to believe that... But you still felt a bit of a sense of uneasiness. What if this wasn't related to you at all? What if living together with an off-the-grid, nineteen year old male had just pushed Emi into a horny place? The past two days had made it clear she was pretty frustrated, sexually, without a lot of ability to relieve that stress. Maybe you were just an outlet for her?

Benefactor didn't answer you, perhaps because that question was of no interest to your guilty conscience.

Did it matter if you were just a tool of convenience-- a boy toy-- for Ms. Joke? Was it selfish of you to hope that wasn't the case? You couldn't help that feeling... No one could understand how you felt about her now, after she lifted you from a place of ****, gave you refuge, and now, even allowed you a taste of her own lips. It only made sense that you'd feel a bit possessive.

"Hm hm hm! So you've managed to pinpoint one of your desires, young Ren. What you call 'Pendulum' is a tool for satisfying desires. If what she tells you in the morning doesn't agree with you... Never forget about that trump card of yours."

You rolled over in the bed and closed your eyes, suddenly feeling weary of thinking-- far too weary to go back and forth with that annoying imitation of the old man. Second-guessing yourself had become such a routine, you had to quit it and give yourself some peace and quiet for just a few hours until the sun came up. Soon enough, you drifted off for the night.

If anything was still nagging at your brain, it was the question of what Emi had left off with. "Something important," she'd said. You were too tired to make guesses about it.