Mina came down with all the confidence in the world, and only managed to lower herself a little before two hands caught her by the ass and left her hanging in the air.
"Hey hey hey hey hey, hold on a second, pervy woman, what do you think you're doing?"
Mina froze, propped against his chest, blinking down at him with genuine confusion.
"What?!... What do you mean, what am I doing?" She pointed at the position with one hand, from top to bottom, like it was obvious. "Ren, I'm naked, on top of you, after everything we just did a second ago, do you seriously need me to draw you a diagram? Because I'll draw you one, huh! And you already know I draw like crap, so don't tempt me!"
"It's just that you're going too fast, and I'm a process guy myself," Ren answered, holding her firm right where she was, not letting her come down any further. "At least a little cup of coffee, right? At least a conversation first, because it's not like people go around welcoming a handsome bald guy with their legs open."
"YOU'RE ASKING ME FOR COFFEE RIGHT NOW?!" Mina yelled, indignant, then immediately slapped both hands over her mouth while she stared at the door.
A few long seconds passed with nobody moving out in the hallway.
"How the hell am I asking you for coffee right now?! Think for a second, girl, it's a figure of speech," Ren answered in a low voice. "And for the record, the other thing doesn't offend me, actually..."
He ran a finger up her side until he got to her breast and pressed against it, sinking in a little.
"...I feel deeply flattered. C cup, by any chance?"
Mina looked down at the finger, then back up at him with murder in her eyes.
"C cup," she answered, with all the dignity she had left. "And I'm gonna need you to explain to me why that was the question that popped into your head at this exact moment, with the two of us like this, and not any of the other nine thousand questions available in the Japanese language."
"Scientific curiosity, which as far as I know is a respectable branch of human knowledge."
"You don't have anything scientific about you, you have the dirtiest mind in the whole agency and probably in all of Nagano prefecture!"
"Mina, I'm gonna point something out here: you've been complaining at me this whole time without moving from up there."
She opened her mouth to answer but immediately closed it, turning so red that even her horns changed color.
"I'm comfortable," she muttered, looking anywhere in the room that wasn't his face. "And I'm not gonna get off just because you decided to be funny."
Ren gave her two little pats on the thighs and looked up at her with a relaxed smile.
"I'm joking, Mina, forgive me; it's not that I don't wanna do it, believe me I do." He ran his hands over her knees. "But do you really wanna do it like this?"
Mina frowned, completely lost.
"Like what?" She leaned in a little more, honestly confused. "Ren, what I'm doing came in a variety magazine, with a big diagram and little arrows and everything; I studied it, I've got it memorized, it's one of the few things that stuck in my head my whole academic life!"
"That's exactly the problem."
"HUH?! What problem?! The little arrows were super clear!"
Ren shook his head slowly and took her face with both hands, squeezing her cheeks until her mouth puckered.
"Alright, magazine genius: you drop yourself on top of me, very good, congratulations, position perfectly executed. And then what? You pull off, get dressed, and go back to your room like nothing happened?"
Mina opened her mouth with all the confidence in the world, and absolutely nothing came out; she stayed there with her cheeks squished between his fingers, hunting for an answer that wasn't coming.
"I... uhhh." She swallowed. "The article ended there."
"I see, so the article ended right where the important part starts."
"Well, yeah! Then came the little arrows, then came the drawing, and then came a shampoo ad!" She swatted his hands off her face, completely red. "It's not my fault the magazines don't explain the part that comes after!"
Ren laughed and grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer, pressing her against him until she felt exactly where everything had ended up, and Mina bit her lip hard when the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Nnh... hey, hey, th-that's cheating."
"Where's the love, woman?" Ren asked against her ear, still holding her right there. "Or is it that you don't wanna do things right?"
"I do wanna do things right!" she protested in a rushed whisper, her hands closing over his shoulders without pulling away. "The thing is, nobody explained to me there was a part of this whole business that didn't come in the magazine, and now it turns out the insufferable bald guy knows more about this too, and that has me furio..." Her voice cut off when he shifted her a little. "Ngh... aw, aw, no, I can't fight with you like this."
"Then let me take the lead this time, and next time you do whatever you want with your little arrows."
Mina thought about it for exactly two seconds, which was the maximum she ever thought about anything.
"Only because I'm tired," she muttered, letting herself fall against his shoulder. "Let it be super clear this isn't because you're right."
Ren gave her two little pats on the ass, without the slightest intention of hiding it.
"There, there, there, my dear alien girl, don't get sad."
Mina lifted her head off his shoulder, blinking.
"Hey, hey, hey, aren't consolation pats supposed to go on the back?"
"Hey, you can't blame me either." He gave her another one. "Truth is you're really comfy there and it was right at hand."
"That's not a justification, dummy!" She smacked him on the shoulder. "And don't think you're distracting me with that, you still owe me a full explanation of what you were saying."
"That's exactly where I was going."
Ren pulled her a little off his shoulder, holding her by the arms until she was sitting up straight in front of him, and he looked her in the eyes with completely fake seriousness.
"It's time for you to learn everything about foreplay."
Mina stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about his words.
"Fore... play?" she repeated, wrinkling her nose. "Hold up, is that like a game game, or is it one of those names you guys give things to make them sound more interesting than they actually are? Because if it's a game I wanna know the rules first, and I'm warning you right now, I'm a terrible loser."
"Yeah, uh huh, that's been pretty clear to me since the sports festival."
"Don't say it like that!" She settled better on top of him, crossing her arms with all the dignity she had left, which at this point wasn't much. "Alright, explain it to me, but explain it well, not like Aizawa-sensei, who says three words and expects you to guess the rest."
"Let's start with the basics." Ren took one of her hands and raised it, holding it in the air between them. "Everything that happens before your famous magazine has a name, and it isn't 'wasting time,' which is exactly what you're thinking right now."
"...Might've been thinking something along those lines."
"Figured." He turned her palm up and pressed the center with his thumb slowly, looking her in the eyes while he did it. "And this is where you're gonna realize you were wrong."
Mina opened her mouth to snap something back and ended up closing her fingers around his without saying a word.
Ren kept her hand held, pressing the center of her palm in slow circles, and she let him do it with a frown, waiting for it to make sense at some point.
"Okay, I don't wanna be rude, but nothing is happening here."
"Give me a few more seconds."
"You've already taken forever!" she protested without pulling her hand back. "And on top of that you're staring at me while you do it, and that makes me feel super weir..." She cut herself off when he dragged his thumb down to her wrist and pressed just below it. "Ah, okay, that landed somewhere else, and I want you to know it doesn't seem fair at all."
"That's what I was explaining to you a minute ago."
"But it's my HAND, Ren!" She brought her other one to her chest. "The hand shouldn't be connected to any other part, that doesn't come in any diagram!"
Ren let go of her hand and placed both of his on her waist, sliding them up her sides slowly until they stopped just below her breasts without actually touching them.
"Now hold still and tell me where you feel it."
"You're not touching anything here."
"I know perfectly well, and that's exactly the point of all this."
"Then what's the point if you're not tou..." Mina bit her lip when he ran his thumbs along the underside, brushing without going up, and her voice gave out completely. "Nnh... aw, no, no, that's worse than if you touched them properly."
Heh, I haven't even started.
"That's exactly the point I've been trying to explain to you."
"Well it's a horrible point and I wanna file a formal complaint!" A sound slipped out when he repeated the movement, and this time she arched her back without meaning to, pushing her chest into his hands. "Ren, seriously, touch them already, you're driving me crazy and we're not even doing anything yet."
"It's not the moment yet, and you're gonna thank me later."
"AH, I HATE YOU!"
Ren covered her mouth with one hand while the other kept tracing the same path, and Mina let out a muffled complaint against his palm, eyes half closed and breathing picking up every time he passed close without landing.
"Mina, if you don't lower your voice they're gonna catch us," he said in her ear. "Try to be a little quieter."
She nodded with her hand still over her mouth, and when Ren pulled it away a furious, rushed whisper came out.
"I'll put up with whatever you want, but you should know I'm keeping track of all this and you're gonna pay me back for every single bit."
"Write down whatever you want, I've got all night."
Ren caught her by the back to lay her down on the futon, staying on top of her, and moved his mouth down her neck without rushing, dragging his lips lower while his hands slid up her curves. Mina dug her nails into his shoulders when he finally closed his mouth over a nipple and sucked hard.
"Hng...!" She covered her mouth with both hands, and the rest came out strangled between her fingers. "Aw, aw, aw, okay, okay, I take back the diagram thing, I take back absolutely everything, I get what the class was about now."
Ren switched to the other breast without answering and slid a hand down her stomach until it reached between her legs, finding her completely soaked all over again.
"I hadn't even touched you there yet."
"I know you didn't!" she squeaked against her own hands, face burning. "I know, and it's humiliating, and I'm not talking about it with you now or ever!"
"You're gonna talk about it, and it's gonna be right now."
"I'm not giving you that satisfaction!"
Ren ran two fingers from bottom to top and stopped right above her clit without pressing.
"Tell me what you want."
Mina clenched her teeth, and he saw the exact moment her pride surrendered.
"...For you to touch me there already, please," she muttered, hands still covering half her face. "And if you tell anyone I said 'please,' I swear I'll dissolve your entire bed with acid while you're sleeping."
"Sounds like a reasonable deal to me."
Ren spread her legs with both hands, no rush, and settled his head between them until he was at the exact height where there was nothing left Mina could hide.
"Alright, step one, my dear beautiful Mina." He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, up and down slowly. "When you touch yourself, do you finish satisfied?"
Mina lifted her head off the futon, completely indignant at the question.
"WHAT KIND OF QUESTIONS ARE THOSE?!" She clapped a hand over her own mouth two seconds later, eyes darting toward the door, and kept going in a whisper that came out twice as furious. "Who gave you permission to ask something like that?! That's classified information, Ren, I haven't even told Toru that and I tell Toru absolutely everything!"
"So you don't finish satisfied."
"I DID NOT SAY THAT!"
Ren propped himself on one elbow and slid a finger up to the pink hair right in front of him, playing with it in light little movements that made her snap her legs shut against his shoulders.
"Ah...!" Mina shook, and everything from her hips up trembled with her. "Hey! Hey, warn a girl before you do that!"
"I'm warning you in real time." He repeated the motion while stroking her. "Answer the question."
"I'm not answering anything while you're doing that to me, I'm not a machine!" She covered her face with both hands, and even so she kept talking from underneath her fingers. "And put your elbow down, don't get comfortable, we're not sitting here chatting about homework!"
"Mina, it's an important question, I need to know where we're starting from."
"'Where we're starting from'?! You talk like Aizawa-sensei!" She peeked between her fingers and shot him a glare. "And stop looking at me like that, it's super embarrassing and on top of that you're enjoying it!"
I'm enjoying it a whole lot.
"I'm gonna interpret your silence as a no."
"You...!" Mina let herself drop onto her back again, covered her face, and let out a sigh. "Fine, fine, yes I touch myself, happy? Everyone does it, don't look at me weird; and no, I never finish satisfied, it always feels like..." She waved a hand in the air hunting for the word. "Like something's missing and I don't know what it is, and it puts me in a horrible mood after."
Ren stroked her thigh with his thumb.
"That's because you're doing it wrong."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"You rush through the whole thing and bail the moment you're done, exactly like in your magazine."
Mina propped herself up on her elbows with her mouth wide open, red all the way up to her horns.
"How would you even know that?! Don't answer! Actually, answer me, but later!" A sound slipped out when he ran his finger over her again, lower. "Nnh... Ren, seriously, where do you get all this from? Is there some college degree I don't know about? Because I swear you have a doctorate in pervertology and I'm scared to ask where you studied it."
"Well, I'd say it's kinda from practice."
"THAT ANSWER IS EVEN WORSE!"
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