Mr. Saturday Night Special

05

Commissioned by alethiophile.

Rubbing Crystal's bare thigh, Shinji left the bed, got dressed, and went to make a pot of coffee. He was about to take his first sip when Crystal flew in wearing nothing but his button down shirt and grabbed the cup from his hand, sipping on it as she flew backwards away from him with a little grin. Then, she made a face. "Blech. I forgot, you're a coffee snob and take it straight."

Shinji rolled his eyes and poured himself a new cup as Crystal began digging out things to put in hers. "That's what you get."

Crystal looked at him over her shoulder as she bent down, opening the refrigerator, waving her bare bubble ass and blonde pussy in the air. "I know what I'd like to get…"

"Insatiable."

"Yep. Got a lot of lost time to make up for."

Shinji ignored the blatant invitation. He had work to do and if he engaged her teasing, the only work he'd be doing is throwing hip for the next hour.

Crystal finished mixing crap into the very expensive coffee Shinji had brewed and made her way over, leaning into his side with a contented sound. "This is what I wanted, you know?"

"Hm?"

"You and me. Little moments like these, and last night."

Shinji sipped his coffee before answering. "It's dangerous."

"So is dating a member of New Wave. Nice try."

"Long hours. I can't give you the time you need."

"Same here. Between law school and hero work, I can barely find time to sleep. But when I do have free time, I choose who to spend it with, Shinji."

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What if I'm just not ready to settle down?"

Crystal turned her head up and met his eyes in challenge. "Then I can wait until you are. This is what I want. If that's tomorrow, a year from now, or even five years from now—as long as we end up there eventually."

Shinji sighed. "There's no getting rid of you now, is there?"

The girl grinned. "But do you want to?"

Shinji considered for a moment and she glared when he let it drag on, sipping his coffee. Finally, he shrugged. "It'd be too much trouble at this point. I may as well take responsibility for what I've done." With a sigh, he said, "Take it slow and see where things go."

"Great!" she beamed a smile. "When's the last time you had a home cooked meal?" Shinji opened his mouth and she bulled over him. "That wasn't stir fry."

"…It's cheap, easy, and fast."

"How long?"

"A while."

Crystal nodded. "I'll see you tonight."

She leaned up and kissed his lips, before draining the last of her cup and floating off for his bedroom. Shinji poured himself a second cup and, a few minutes later, Crystal passed through for another kiss before leaving out the back door and taking into the sky. He finished off his coffee, grabbed his camera, and went down to the basement and his darkroom. As he worked on developing the film for the photos taken the previous night, he thought about what else had happened last night.

"Well?" Shinji asked as Crystal slipped into his car and closed the door behind herself.

She grinned, handing over the camera and buckling up. "Oh yeah, they're fucking. Got a full roll."

"Thanks. This should get that shitbag to talk if he wants to keep his career."

Shinji pulled out from where he'd been parked over a block down while Crystal took photos. Crystal shifted in her seat and focused her crystal blue gaze on him. Eventually, Shinji caved and asked, "What?"

"We're going back to your place."

"Are we?" Shinji asked, just to be contrary.

"You can take me yourself, or you can drop me off at my house and I'll just follow you from above."

Shinji frowned. "What if I said no? That maybe I never called for your own good?"

"I'd say you're being dumb." When Shinji raised an eyebrow, she continued. "I had Amy check me, you know? After she got her powers. Because I'm not stupid and everyone's heard of Heartbreaker. How strong my feelings were, how quickly they came on, how long they've lasted… I didn't want to doubt you, but growing up as a female cape, you kind of have to suspect everyone might be a potential Master. That, and well, Vicky. Kinda hard to ignore the signs of emotional manipulation when your cousin does it all the time. I feel kinda bad for Amy being around it full time."

Nodding, Shinji kept his eyes focused on the road, keeping his expression stoic. It made sense, really. Just as she said, Masters were a thing everyone was vaguely worried about, but for a young woman who was also hero it must be on the list of things to look out for. And of course, having personal experience with someone with an 'emotional Shaker' effect would give her a unique perspective and ability to recognize what his power did. That she had never brought it up with him didn't really surprise him. After all, why ruin a good thing if her worries turned out to be nothing?

"And?"

"And Amy didn't find anything. That doesn't mean I'm not Mastered, just that she didn't find anything. But here's the thing, Shinji. You broke it off with me to focus on school. You never asked me for anything. You never took advantage of our connection—you stayed quiet about it, just as I asked you to. You never looked me up later on. We were apart for years. The usual wait period to try to determine Master effects is two weeks of removal from the potential Master. So, the way I see it is, if you are a Master, then I'm just plain fucked and the effect is permanent and not super obvious in the same way Heartbreaker's power is. If you did Master me, it probably wasn't on purpose."

Shinji fell silent as he drove, thinking over what she'd said. Eventually, Crystal asked, "So. Am I right, or am I just crazy and too dumb to figure out the difference between a crush I never got over and being mind controlled?"

Shinji opened and closed his mouth, biting down his initial joking response of, Why not both? Instead, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and thought over what to say. Eventually, he made a decision. "Yes."

"Yes…?"

"It wasn't intentional."

"I knew it!" she sighed, relaxing in her seat. For some reason, she actually looked happy at the answer. Maybe it was just the relief of finally having her thoughts confirmed one way or another for sure after so long.

Still, happy at the moment or not, Shinji needed to head this off before the situation got out of hand. "Look, before you go blasting me out of the car and turning me in to the PRT, hear me out. I didn't know. Until we had sex that first time, I had no idea I even had a power. Then, I wasn't sure it was a Master power until we spent more time together and I got more experience with it. By the end of that year, I was pretty sure the effects might be permanent, but I hoped they weren't—that eventually, you'd go back to normal. Move on and find someone else. I mean, do you think I want to brainwash any girl I sleep with? As fun as that could be with someone into that sort of thing, it's not really ideal for dealing with normal people. After we broke up, I experimented a bit with other people, to learn the limits of it. After that, I stopped doing anything but one night stands, to keep from ever accidentally permanently Mastering anyone. Hell, between that and the job, I've been celibate for the last year."

Crystal crossed her arms under her breasts, making them stand out a bit more under her fuzzy sweater. Turning a pouty glare on him, she said, "You should have told me."

"And how would that conversation have gone? 'Hey Crystal, it turns out I'm a Master and I accidentally mind-controlled you while we were dating. Sorry about that.' Basically anything out of your mouth that isn't 'fuck off, Shinji' or 'Help, PRT! I've been Mastered!' is suspect. Anything you do or feel regarding me is also equally suspect."

Crystal laughed, shaking her head. "My God, Shinji, you really are an idiot." He turned long enough to send her a flat look. Taking a breath, she spelled it out for him. "I liked you before we started having sex. People can have feelings before they start swapping bodily fluids. I thought you were cool, okay? Driven, focused on your goals. Hot, too. You have no idea how many times I touched myself after watching you in P.E. or playing basketball. Then there was the bad boy thing. Aunt Carol absolute forbade me from dating anyone. Said it would look bad for New Wave if something blew up—and then that big, fat hypocrite just lets Vicky date Dean like it's not causing problems every time those two have a spat."

"What about me made you think I was some kind of bad boy?"

Rolling her eyes, Crystal continued, "The 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, for one. Huge turn-on," she leered. "For another, well," she shrugged. "Asian in the city with the largest Asian gang population in America, with Triad, Yakuza, and who knew what else setting up shop. Even before Lung, everyone knew it was a problem." Shinji snorted and she nodded. "I know. I knew you weren't, because you didn't actually act like some kind of gang-banger. Too studious and diligent, and too polite. Mom wouldn't have cared. But aunt Carol wouldn't know that, and if she found out, it would have really pissed her off…"

"You picked me on the off chance that if your aunt found out, it'd drive her nuts?"

"Yep," Crystal admitted with a shameless grin. "Also 'cause you're sexy. So yeah, I made my choice then. Neither of us knew you were a Master. If you had known, it sounds like we wouldn't be having this conversation. The damage is done, so we may as well both enjoy it since there's no fixing it."

He considered her for a moment, then decided to test her resolve. "I intentionally Mastered a suspect in order to break a case open, in exchange for having the charges against her dropped."

"The Winslow case?" she asked, and he nodded. "As far as I'm concerned, everyone involved is fair game."

"That isn't something a hero would say. You're compromised—"

Crystal rolled her eyes. "Oh, as if you haven't thought things would be easier if you just shot some asshole instead of trying to run a foot chase. Get off your high horse, Shinji."

Frowning, he fell silent and Crystal took that as a sign to continue. "What I mean is, if it works, it works. What would've happened if you hadn't? She might not have cooperated, right? She might have changed her mind? You'd have eventually gotten evidence and she'd go to jail. This way, she stays out of jail and works off her debt for being a rotten bitch. I read the files aunt Carol has on it and what they did to that girl… Whatever they get, they more than deserve."

"And if I said I was planning to do the same to two more girls? Where's it stop? Going after capes?"

Crystal turned and sent him an impish grin. "Why should it stop?" Looking thoughtful, she asked, "I mean… there are worse things you could do than push someone down who deserves it and convince her to work with us."

"So it's 'us' now?"

"It's always been 'us,' you just didn't want to accept it," she stuck her tongue out. "The more I think about it, the more it turns me on. You actually are a 'bad boy,' now. Hehehe~."

"Nothing I say is going to convince you that this is a bad idea, is it?"

"Nope! Either because I'm just that stubborn, or because I'm brainwashed. Take your pick. That's the problem with Masters, really. You can never be sure." She dropped the playful attitude and reached out, laying a hand on his thigh. "You're a good man, Shinji. I trust you."

"You really shouldn't," he muttered, shaking his head.

"And yet… I notice we're not heading for my mom's house," Crystal pointed out, a note of hope in her voice.

"Like you said. Damage is done. Might as well enjoy it. Not like we can make it any worse. Even if this is an awful idea."

"Gee, thanks for thinking having some fun with me is an awful idea."

"Not what I meant."

"I'm not asking for a ring, Shinji. Just a bit of your time, when we both have it. That's all."

"I know."

It wasn't long before Shinji pulled up and parked in front of his house. Crystal followed him inside and, as soon as the door was shut, she was on him—flying up the few inches of difference between them and wrapping herself around him with arms and legs both, squid-like. Shinji kicked off his shoes and Crystal followed suit as her lips found his and she sighed into Shinji's mouth. Grabbing the sexy blonde under her tight ass, he carried her towards his bedroom, even as Crystal began stripping along the way, pulling her sweater off over her head and tossing it towards his couch, pulling his coat off and leaving it negligently on the floor.

Shinji dropped her on the bed and grabbed her painted on pants, jerking them down Crystal's legs and throwing them aside as she leaned up and started working on his own pants. Shinji took a moment to unbutton his shirt and get it, his vest, and his under-shirt off, and by then Crystal had managed to get his pants down.

The blonde looked up at him, tongue running over her pink lips as she grinned. "Sexy muscles. Mama like~!"

"Not so bad yourself," he smirked, grabbing her panties and jerking them off as she undid her bra.

"No one wants folds when they cram into a full body suit," she admitted. "You have no idea how much time I spend in the gym just maintaining. And shut up and kiss me!"

Crystal flew off the bed, once more wrapping herself around Shinji as their lips met, tongues dancing between their mouths. Her hands went up and undid the tie holding his hair up, and she chuckled lasciviously as she ran her fingers through his hair, shifting her lower body around and feeling his cock pressing against her lower lips. "For me?"

"No, for the other thirsty, sexy blonde I've got waiting in the closet."

"If it's Vicky, fuck yes. I would pay to see someone knock the brat down a peg or three. If it's mom, I'm going to be upset," she warned, glaring at him for just a moment, before bursting into giggles as Shinji rolled her eyes and kissed her again to shut her up, only for Crystal to pull back a bit. "So, I've got some new tricks I've been working on. Want to try?"

"Sure," he agreed easily. Sex with Crystal had always been fun, because she liked to experiment with her powers—usually trying out various positions that wouldn't be possibly normally, but flight enabled.

A moment later, a pink sphere surrounded them. "Not as good with shields as my brother, but I've been practicing," Crystal explained. As she did, she lowered herself a bit and Shinji took himself in hand, guiding his cock to her entrance—already slick and ready to go. Crystal let go of his neck and leaned back, sinking onto Shinji's cock and laying back completely perpendicular from him—basically a standing cowgirl position. The pair of them both sighed as Shinji's thick cock split her open, Crystal's cunt fluttering around him and welcoming him in.

"Ooh, I've missed that," she sighed—and Shinji didn't admit it out loud, but he had too. It felt… good. Like they fit together just right.

Then, Crystal, Shinji, and the shield all lifted into the air above his bedroom floor. Shinji raised an eyebrow and tested his footing, finding it wasn't great.

"So is that it, or…"

"I'm getting there," she rolled her eyes. She wore a look of concentration for a moment, before the shield rapidly changed shape—the top half simply disappearing and the bottom half ballooning out under Shinji. He fell back and Crystal rolled forward, curling over Shinji's body as the shield reformed under him, her breasts hanging just over his face. A look down showed the shield taking the shape of something like a beanbag chair.

Shinji reached up and took both of Crystal's breasts in hand, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it as he massaged her tits the way he knew she liked. Crystal rolled her hips and, to his surprise, the shield responded below them—flexing and shifting like they were in water. "Whoa."

"I know, right?" she grinned, moving them over the bed.

They fell into a slow, easy rhythm as Crystal rode Shinji, pulling her nipple out of his mouth so she could kiss him. Shinji's hands roamed the blonde's body—over her muscular thighs, up her somewhat wide hips, over her narrow waist, up her sides, and down her back to cup and squeeze her ass as she ground herself into him. Her pussy ran like a faucet, coating their sexes in her juices as she clenched around him and moaned into Shinji's mouth.

Crystal came with a squeal, but that only encouraged her to go harder, their bodies clapping together as she used her power to essentially fuck herself up and down on Shinji's cock. Shinji gripped her ass and held on as he met her thrusts, the force of them enough to sting with each impact. Crystal's control over her shield failed as she came again, dumping them both on the bed.

"Good going," Shinji chuckled as Crystal laughed.

"I didn't say I could keep it up forever," she defended herself, before snorting at the wording.

Shinji pushed her down into the bed and kissed her lips, before rolling her over and pressing her face into the pillow. Crystal lifted her hips and shook her ass. She yelped when Shinji slapped her heart-shaped ass, before sliding home inside her again and pushing her down into the bed. Crystal held her hands up and Shinji laced his fingers together with hers as he began to pump in and out of her, taking on a slow but forceful pace as he kissed her neck, back, shoulders and ears.

Shinji lost track of time entirely as he enjoyed the young woman's body—allowing himself to finally let go and stop worrying about his power hurting someone for the first time in years, because there was nothing he could do to her that he hadn't already. By the end of it, he held onto her as she shook and sobbed in his arms, begging him not to leave her again before she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" an annoyed-sounding voice called from the other side of the door. A moment later, a short man opened the door. He stood about 5'4 and had a young looking face—even younger than Shinji knew him to be. Otherwise, aside from being physically fit, the man was unremarkable. Brown hair, brown eyes. Just… average, really. "Can I help you… Oh! You're the detective, from the school?"

"Investigating the event at Winslow, yes. Gary Gladly?"

"That's me," he confirmed.

"Can I come in? We need to discuss some things," Shinji asked, waving a folder at Gladly.

"Can it wait until Monday? I only get so much time off, and I have to spend some of it grading papers," Gladly laughed, but it sounded a bit nervous to Shinji's ears.

"Certainly," Shinji agreed, before opening the folder and pulling out one of the photos he'd developed that morning and pressing it to the screen door so Gladly could see it. "I'll just take this to the school board. I'm sure they'd be very interested to discuss your relationship with Ms. Wells."

The teacher paled and quickly opened the door, snatching the photo from Shinji. "W-where did you get that?!"

"Doesn't matter. Now. Your choice. Here, or at the school board office."

Gladly wilted, shrinking into himself. "Here is fine."

Shinji followed the man inside, where Gladly led him to the living room. They took seats across from each other—Shinji on a couch, Gladly in an arm chair. The other man was pale and shaking. Nervously, he said, "She's, she's legal—"

"And I'm sure that's going to be included in the news reports. Local teacher caught carrying on illicit affair with barely legal teen student. Face it, word of this gets out, your career is down the shitter. No teacher in New Hampshire wants to work in Brockton Bay, let alone Winslow. If you had other options in the state, you'd have taken them. My guess is, you weren't good enough for Arcadia and didn't have enough experience for Immaculata. New teacher, fresh out of school. Shit rolls downhill. The only way to get stuck somewhere like Winslow is to be the low man on the totem pole, a complete fuckup, or on someone's shit list. Everyone in that school, from the top down, falls into one of those three categories. You just so happen to fall into two—being both the low man and a fuckup. This gets out, you're going to go on everyone's shit list and you'll never work in education again. That education degree, the time and money you put in, all wasted because no one is going to touch someone who had a relationship with one of his students.

"So, to put this very simply, Mr. Gladly: I've got your balls in a vice, and if you don't start talking real fast, I'm going to start squeezing. Winslow. Taylor Hebert. You're going to tell me everything I want to know. You're going to come forward with evidence as a witness. I'm already aware of the emails from Blackwell, but you're going to print those and bring them too. You're going to give us everything you know and testify against your boss and colleagues. And then, when it comes time for your complete fucking failure as an educator to come to light… I might just convince the DA to be lenient. Who knows, maybe 'I was only following orders' will actually work as an excuse."

Shinji reached into his pocket and pulled out his digital recorder, turned it on, and laid it on the table. "Detective Kusanagi, badge number 3425373696. Today's date is Sunday, January 16, 2011. I'm at the residence of Gary Gladly, currently employed at Winslow High School and a witness to the incident involving Taylor Hebert on January 3, 2011. Present are myself and Mr. Gladly." Looking up at Gladly, he tapped the folder resting on the couch beside him. "Mr. Gladly, please begin. Start at the beginning."

Gladly wore a defeated look as he looked down at the picture in his hand, then at the folder. Closing his eyes, he sighed. "It began last school year, at the start of school."

"What began, exactly? Please, be specific."

"A bullying campaign against Taylor Hebert, perpetrated by several of my students. The three primary antagonists were Madison Clements," Shinji nodded and made a rolling 'go on' motion as Gladly hesitated. "Emma Barnes." He froze up and Shinji tapped the folder again. Gladly wilted. "And Sophia Hess. There were others, of course, but those three seemed to be the ringleaders and they were the ones I usually witnessed giving Ms. Hebert grief."

"Could you give me some examples of harassment you witnessed personally?"

"Yes. On several occasions I saw Ms. Clements steal or outright destroy Ms. Hebert's possessions or schoolwork. Multiple times, she stole Ms. Hebert's work and turned it in as her own, or as part of group work, claiming it was her own group's work. I've witnesses Ms. Hess push, shove, and hit Ms. Hebert multiple times, sometimes knocking her down—once doing so on the stairs. Ms. Barnes…"

Shinji kept his face carefully blank as Gladly confirmed just how much he knew. How much he was aware of and complicit in. That he just let go, ignored, or outright dismissed when Taylor reported it. How Gladly verbally confirmed that Blackwell had told them all to ignore anything short of murder just about. It just kept going on, and on, and on…

This piece of shit is going down just like the rest of them. If the fucking DA gives him some kind of plea deal, I'm still going to make sure his career is fucking ruined. He's not getting away from this unscathed.

Shinji sat in his car, stewing over Gladly's confession/witness testimony as he drove, trying to clear his head and plot his next move. He was pulled from his thoughts by his phone ringing. Picking it up, he put it on speaker. "Kusanagi speaking."

"Shinji, it's Madison," the girl's voice whispered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I'm at Emma's. She went out to eat with her parents. I found the flute. What should I do?"

"Don't touch it. Don't move it. Your phone have a camera on it?"

"Yes sir," she confirmed.

"Can you see any kind of serial number on the flute? It's probably on the bottom."

"It's in a plastic bag. You want me to move it?"

Shinji considered for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Take a picture of it as it is first, then carefully turn it over."

"Okay." There was a brief silence, then, "Okay, I see a serial."

"Great. Take a picture of it, put it back how you found it, and take a picture of where you found it. We want as much detail as possible."

"One sec." Another pause, then, "Done. Anything else?"

Shinji hummed. "She got a journal?"

"No. She's got a laptop though."

Shinji whipped the car around and threw on his light, but not his siren. "How long have they been gone?"

"Not long," Madison answered quietly.

"Alright. Put everything back, leave it as you found it. Leave the house and go down the street. Find somewhere to sit for a few minutes. I'm coming to you."

"Yes sir."

Shinji hung up and drove fast. When he reached the street the Barnes family lived on, he shut off his light. He spotted Madison step out from where she had been leaning against a tree near the entrance to the subdivision. He pulled to a stop and she climbed in. He handed her the data dog and drove her back up the street, before parking near the Barnes' home. "You know what to do. Go."

Madison nodded silently and ran around the back of the house. A few moments later, she came back and climbed in. Shinji pulled the car around and made his way back home, not bothering to drop Madison off. The brunette followed him inside as he made his way to his office.

"The one day I leave my laptop," he muttered, powering the machine on and logging in. Plugging in the data recovery tool, he began looking over the files it had captured. Eventually, he struck paydirt—finding a simple document made in a popular word processor, named 'Diary.' It was locked, but it was the work of seconds to run a tool to unlock the file, then he started reading. Madison pressed herself into his side, reading over his shoulder. Shinji ignored her for now as he skimmed. Finally, he found what he was looking for.

"Mother fucker," he laughed, leaning back in his chair. "That dumb little bitch."

"So, did I do good, daddy?" Madison asked, holding out her phone and showing him the pictures of the flute.

Shinji took the phone and plugged it in, retrieving the photos. He would ask Taylor tomorrow when he went to her house to verify that it was the right one. Hopefully Annette had kept records. Musical instruments were expensive, so Shinji had a feeling she had, just in case it was stolen or damaged and needed to be claimed on insurance.

Finishing with her phone, he handed it back to Madison, before pulling her closer. "Oh, you did so good, Maddy. Good girl," he praised her, petting her head. She lit up in a happy, blushing smile. "I think this calls for a reward."

Madison perked up immediately and Shinji stood, picking the small girl up with a squeak, before carrying her to his bedroom. He had her stripped and bent over his bed in moments, his hand threaded through her hair and pulling her head back as he slowly fucked her from behind. Madison moaned into the pillow as Shinji took her, then squealed when he spanked her round little ass.

"How's it feel betraying your friends, you little brat?"

"Good, daddy~! It feels good!" Madison mewled in answer, and Shinji spanked her ass again.

"Because they deserve it, or because you'd do anything to have my cock filling this tight little pussy?"

"Ahn~! Both!"

Shinji smacked her ass again, rubbing and squeezing it as he slid in and out of her, pushing her face deeper into the bed as Madison's moans quickly picked up in pitch and volume to howls as she began to come around his cock, clenching and sucking at him as her body responded to his power. As she did, he reached in and repeated what he'd done with her the first time—reinforcing her feelings for him, her dislike of her former friends, pushing feelings into her that this was right and good and making her feel good for helping him.

Madison's eyes rolled in her head as she quickly became a drooling mess, her body red and sweaty, shaking as her knees gave out and she collapsed face first on the bed. She had nowhere near Crystal's ability to handle Shinji's power, through dint of experience with it, and this time Shinji intended to fuck her much longer than he had the first time.

I wonder if I can just completely mind-break her in one session, he mused with a grin as he plowed the girl and she wailed helplessly as she squirted around him.

"So I come home and this is what I find?" Shinji flinched as pink light filled the room, turning and finding Crystal standing in the doorway, floating and wearing an angry look as she held a glowing hand pointed at them. A moment later, she laughed. "Haha~! Your face! Hehehehe~!"

"You brat," Shinji grunted.

"You love it," Crystal grinned, before turning a look on Madison. She considered the brunette for a moment, a conflicted expression crossing her face, before asking, "So, this the one? Your witness?"

"Yeah."

"Let's roll her over so I can see," Crystal murmured, floating over and coming to rest beside Shinji before reaching out to roll Madison onto her back. "Small. Cute face. She's got that girl next door look. Good taste, Shinji. Can't say I'm happy to find you fucking her when you knew I was coming back tonight to cook for you…"

"She did good today and earned a reward," Shinji explained. "I lost track of time. Sorry."

"W-who~?" Madison managed to moan out, focusing her eyes enough to look at Crystal.

"A friend."/"Laserdream."

The pair looked at each other for a moment. Crystal considered him before nodding. "Get cleaned up and bring her into the kitchen. I'll get started cooking. I want to talk to her."

Shinji watched her walk away with a shake of his head. Below him, Madison seemed to have regained some of her wits. "That's Laserdream?"

"Yep."

"Why's she want to talk to me? Are you two… dating?"

"It's complicated." Shinji sighed, pulling himself out of the brunette and turning her around on the bed, intending to put himself in her mouth. Shinji nodded towards his dick and she got the idea, diving onto him and going to work.

…Maybe she's right. I should stop worrying about the 'Master' thing and just enjoy it.

With that in mind, Shinji set about enjoying Madison's mouth.