Hey, there! I am house bound as we await Matthew. It was my b-day and my family was here to keep me entertained all day with games and movies! It has been a very nice day, all things considered. Anywho, I still have the interwebs, so here is a longer, hopefully, more enjoyable chapter. Thank you for the continued follow/favorites!

Genos

I was confused. Ever since my kissing lesson with sensei I hadn't been able to act quite like myself. It surprised me, the way it felt. I hadn't known what to expect, but I hadn't…guessed it make me feel…

I still wasn't sure how I should describe the feeling. The press of his soft lips or the feel of his wet tongue against my lips and inside my mouth. Spikes of sensation buzzed through me, something like pleasure. It made my core heat up and I felt disoriented afterwards. I had never felt like that before.

And then, I craved more of the same feeling.

When another woman kissed me I grew curious if I'd feel that sensation again, so I tested what sensei had taught me. Her lips were soft and her mouth wet, but I did not experience the same sense of pleasure or need.

After that experiment, I diligently kept a close eye on my fans, especially the females and implemented some basic boundaries to avoid any unforeseen incidences. I had thought it inconsiderate of the first female to begin with to kiss someone without asking first. The second woman I could not fault too harshly since I ended up using her to appease my curiosity.

That being said, I may be considered a hypocrite I realized when I decided that I wished to test a theory I had come up with. As I watched Saitama sensei as closely as ever, I began to wonder if it was him that had somehow caused the sensation. Maybe only he could generate it. I wanted to kiss him once more to see if I was correct. But he had clearly said he would only teach me one time and he had been hesitant to do so for some reason the first time. I doubted if I asked for a second lesson, he would give it.

I soon came to the conclusion that the only way I could test my theory was to catch him off guard, like the first female had with me, and kiss him without permission.

Sensei was remarkably vigilant, so it would prove to be difficult. He paid close attention to his surroundings and was aware of things that most might think he knew nothing about. I decided that testing my theory would be best done at sensei's home. He was most relaxed there, even after the incident with the house of evolution henchmen. I would just have to approach nonthreatening and cautiously. I was sure that any sudden movements might be reflexively halted by sensei.

I raise my head from the sink, which I had just finished cleaning after washing and drying the dishes, when I heard the bathroom door open. Nothing of importance had happened today and so we had been home the whole time. After I had made dinner and we had eaten, Sensei announced that he was going to take a bath.

Now was an optimal time. Sensei was most relaxed after his bath. He would likely go to unroll his futon and read manga or watch t.v.

I quickly removed my apron and emerged from the kitchen just as sensei walked by the entrance dressed in his pajamas, scratching at his belly.

I grasped sensei's right wrist before he could make into the main living area. "Sensei!"

Sensei lazy gaze traveled from my hold on his wrist to my face. "Uh…yeah?"

I didn't want sensei to hate me and so I hesitated. If I did this without his permission, would he be angry with me?

I reached up with my right hand and touched his cheek. Sensei simply cocked his head to the side, unintentionally, I was certain, leaning into my touch. He was clearly confused, but not demanding that I let him go.

"Ah…Genos. What's up?"

"Please, excuse me, Saitama sensei!" I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.

The spark was instantaneous. My core whirred and I felt that delirium. I licked against sensei's lips, like he had done during his lesson and he opened his mouth with a soft sound. I licked at every corner of his warm mouth I could reach, pressing even closer to sensei. I dragged my left hand up his arm, securing it gently around his neck as I breathed in.

I wanted to taste more of sensei. I wanted to touch more.

I felt sensei's right hand reach up and press lightly against my chest. I thought he was going push me back, but instead he clenched the fabric of my shirt and let out a soft moan.

I really liked when he did that. I wanted him to do it again. But I realized with a start that I was pushing my limits. I hadn't asked sensei if I could do this. I needed to let him go, even if I didn't want to cut away from the intoxicating feeling.

I pulled back reluctantly and looked to sensei, hoping I wouldn't see anger. In the seconds before he opened his eyes, his face was etched in an expression that I put to memory so that I could note it down later. I had seen him distraught over missing a sale and serious on occasion. I had seen his interested face only a few times when he found something that intrigued him, but I wasn't sure how to describe this expression. It was soft and open and relaxed. His cheeks were flushed and his lips parted and shining.

His eyes opened slowly, hazy. "Um…Genos, what was that about?" He asked when he caught his breathe, his features slowly dully down to his normal disinterested state.

I hastily stepped back and bowed at the waist. "My deepest apologizes Saitama sensei sir! I wanted to test a theory and knew if I asked, you would most likely deny my selfish request. I know that is no excuse for forcing my intentions on you as I did, but now I do believe I have all the information I need for the theory I have come up with. I understand it was wrong of me to kiss you without your expressed permission, but I hope I can gain your forgiveness and remain your disciple!"

I remained as I was, too much of a coward to face sensei.

"Uh…I didn't get most of that, but you got the information or whatever you needed, right?"

"Yes, sensei!"

I heard him scratch at his head. "Okay, then. Ah…could you stop bowing. It's getting weird."

"Sorry, sensei, sir!" I raised myself swiftly. "If I may ask, does this mean I can remain as your disciple Saitama sensei sir?"

"Uh…yeah. You're…uh…forgiven."

"Thank you sensei sir!"

"Ah…please stop tacking on the sir, Genos. I feel old."

"Sorry sensei!"

Saitama stood there for a moment before he walked over to his futon, settled himself down against it, and pulled out a manga to read.

"Saitama sensei?"

"Yeah." Sensei glanced up from his book to regard me.

"I will be out for some time to visit Dr. Kuseno. I would like to discuss the results of my theory to confirm some things."

"Isn't it kind of late?"

"The professor is often up late in the night working on projects of his. He won't mind the untimely visit. So I do not disturb your rest, I will arrive back in time to prepare your breakfast."

"You know, I can make my own food."

"That is alright, sensei. I enjoy cooking for you. You shouldn't have to concern yourself with such mundane tasks. Have a good night, sensei."

"Uh…alright. See you in the morning, Genos."

I bowed and left the apartment, heading for the doctors home.