Love compels you to yield to your old mentor

You didn't doubt Emi's wisdom, but you couldn't deny the simple logic of the situation either: the two of you wanted to be together. There was nothing sinister about it. In you, Emi had an adoring lover that admired everything about her, including that stalwart conviction of hers that made her try to push you away. In her, you had a great friend, a mentor, a savior, and the most desirable woman you'd ever laid eyes upon. At times, you felt you couldn't have her; indulgence was dangerous, with everything you'd learned about Benefactor. She probably felt the same way, but overall, she was just a **** to her duty as a hero and a responsible caretaker.

Those obstacles didn't have to stand in your way, though. They were easily removed. A little bit of indulgence, in the service of mutual happiness, couldn't be a bad thing, right? Benefactor had been evil because he'd used his quirk only for the happiness of himself... but if you used it to remove this thin, self-imposed restriction the two of you had established, such a thin wall that stood between you, would that really be evil?

You didn't question it any longer. Emi still had her hand pressed over yours on the table as you turned your eyes upon her lovingly, resolutely, and reached into her mind with the power of Pendulum:

"There's no harm giving Ren the rest of the week like you originally planned. Neither you nor Aizawa have any reason to reverse that decision. In fact, it wouldn't hurt to try to take your relationship with Ren even further, if you so desire. Ren hasn't just been without a role model-- he's been without love and companionship too. If you want to give him that, it could be the best option for both of you."

Emi's eyelids lowered, making her look at first contemplative, then sleepy, as she began to rub her eyes. Benefactor told you that, at least early on, it would be hard to manipulate people into things they didn't want to do. Whether Emi accepted these instructions or not could be a good indicator of how she really felt.

When she finally opened her eyes again, she pulled her hand back and crossed her arms across her chest. You thought you saw a faint blush come over her face as she attempted to put on a serious frown like an adult would. "O-On second thought, Ren, I think I'm going to take a rain check on handing you over to Aizawa. I'm the one who said I'd take care of you, after all. It'd look bad for both of us if I suddenly give up, right? No matter what I say, the implication would be like I suddenly decided you were a dangerous guy and I can't handle you. I'm Emi Fukukado, Ms. Freakin' Joke! I train hero kids by day and whoop villains by night. If I can't take care of you properly, I oughta hang up my bandana!" With a new sense of pride, Emi threw one thumb up and pressed it confidently against her pillowy breast. "I've got it in me to handle this myself!"

Her proud attitude helped you set aside some of the tension you felt, even though Benefactor was clapping just a short distance away.

"And uuuh... Geez, I guess I'm a little weak when you start crying like that too. I'm supposed to be Ms. Joke, not Ms. Sobstory! Let's turn that frown upside down!" Emi gripped one toned arm around your neck and gave you a playful noogie. You could tell how difficult it had been for her to broach such a difficult topic. Rather than seeing it as wasted effort on her part, you preferred to think of it this way: you'd relieved her of the need to **** herself that way. Now, seeing how chipper she'd become, your only regret was that you hadn't done it sooner!

You told her that all that you wanted to do right now was help her clean up after breakfast. With a grin, she agreed to let you help with that.

Only, it turned out, as the two of you stood side by side in the confined space of the kitchen, that wasn't quite all you wanted. With your favorite person standing next to you, shoulder-to-shoulder, shimmying her mesmerizing hips back and forth while squeaking soap from dishes and whistling that off-key tune of hers, you found yourself remarkably unhelpful, instead focusing your eyes on the playful swish of her hips. It couldn't be accidental on her part, not after that conversation you'd just had and the mental blockage you'd cleared out of her head.

Emi caught you looking and put on a wry smile. She set the dishes down, then placed one soapy hand on the hip of her apron. "Hey, Kiddo... It sure feels like you're not much help with the dishes today. Maybe you ought to go ahead and hop in the shower? These big, bad, bacon grease pans aren't going to get one over on a pro hero!" she chuckled, then gave you a big wink. "Grab some clothes to change into after, cause one of those lessons about living like a responsible adult is not expecting me to hand everything to you."

Feeling perhaps over-excited, you left the kitchen and gathered your things from your room. No sooner had you set foot inside than you spotted Benefactor, standing by the window with his arms crossed behind his back. "Young Ren... I'm so proud of you. You've finally decided to embrace happiness. What more can a father want for his child?" he spoke warmly, spreading both arms as if he expected to move in to hug you.

You still felt no empathy towards your former mentor / captor. In fact, you felt just as much contempt for him as you ever had, if not the same sense of distress. In fact, you smiled smugly in his direction. You told him that you weren't going to be afraid of his appearance any more. He was an unshakeable old specter, born from misgivings, doubt, and maybe even a bit of routine, but in the end, he wasn't the one calling the shots. You'd proven just now that you were capable of making mutually beneficial moves with your power. You weren't going to try to deny Pendulum any more-- you were going to claim it in a better way than he'd ever managed to. In your hands, it would be an unselfish power that made your world and Emi's nicer for the two of you.

"Hm hm hm... Whether I disappear in time or not, I think I will rest easy, knowing that I left you in this perfected state of mind. Perhaps you really will outdo me in the end," he conceded, shrugging with a satisfied smile across his withered old lips.

Pushing him out of your mind and finding it surprisingly easy, now that you'd at least temporarily rid yourself of guilt, you grabbed up clothes to change into from the dresser drawer, then hurried back out to pivot towards the bathroom. You hadn't made it far before you were interrupted, this time by a more tangible presence.

"Ahem! Ren? Mind coming over here to the kitchen real quick? I just thought up another lesson we ought to go over." Emi's voice came loudly from the kitchen, intent on catching you before you ended up distracted with the morning's shower. When you obeyed her instruction, you found her almost posing, with one hand on the counter and the other on her hip in a sharp lean. The woman seemed a bit red-faced and flushed, but she was grinning happily. The dishes were all cleaned... it was hard to think of what she wanted from you.

That is, until you looked down and noticed the cocked angle of her hips. Where the long apron terminated, her hip was entirely bare, even down to the leg and her bare foot. It occurred to you now that all she was dressed in was the apron, along with the latex gloves she'd been wearing while cleaning up the kitchen. The rest of her clothes had simply vanished during your brief absence. You couldn't help but imagine her hopping around on one leg, shedding off the pajama bottoms in an endearingly goofy way. That would be so in character for her.

"We left our sex-ed course kinda incomplete last night. I was wondering if you wanted to uh... take the next lesson?" Emi questioned, turning now to show you her side profile. Her words sounded teasing and provocative, but you thought you detected a bit of uncertainty in her voice. She'd probably never shown any guest an act like this or beckoned them in such a lewd way... Knowing that just made you more aroused. Your dick was throbbing as you inspected her smooth, muscular legs, leading up to that perfect, round ass, her toned abdomen, and her gently rising and falling bosom, barely covered by the outer corners of the ordinarily modest kitchen apron. With her side turned, you could see just a bit of her strikingly green pubic hair over her naked groin.

As you nodded and began to approach, already reaching into the band of your pajama pants to pull them down and get your cock out, she raised one finger and wagged it back and forth. "Hold up, Mister! I said this was a lesson, right? Let me take the reigns on this one. I've still got a thing or two to teach a rookie like you!" she giggled, narrowing her eyes slightly as she watched to see if you'd obey.

Being ordered around by her somehow just made you more aroused. You froze up and waited for her instructions, while drinking in her apron-clad figure with your eyes. The mood had done such a sharp turn from the sadness a moment ago, you were certain you'd made the right decision. Some other Ren out there could deal with the hard, thankless task of living like a celibate monk, relinquishing all of the happiness he had in the world to struggle under Aizawa's tutelage, but you felt confident that you had reached the better path and that it was about to pay off in a big way. This was sure to be the right choice for both you and the lovely, bold, and increasingly horny woman you called your caretaker.