A Neighbour’s Invitation

Chapter 10

I'd just finished my detention with Midnight, and the walk home felt like a good chance to clear my mind. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the city. 

As I walked, my mind drifted to the next things that might happen. Life here wasn't exactly boring. The longer I stayed, the more I realized how different everything was from the world I came from. Women held power here, and men, including myself, were often on the receiving end of their advances. It was a dynamic that felt foreign at first, but now, it had a strange allure.

I was lost in thought when I saw a flash of bright hair in the distance. Mitsuki Bakugo. I'd seen her a few times around the neighborhood, usually accompanying her son, Bakugo, or handling things around the house with a kind of quiet authority. She was... different, though. She was more confident than most, and her eyes often lingered just a bit too long when she looked at me.

I didn't care much for her son, Bakugo. His attitude in school didn't exactly leave a good impression, and his brashness made me avoid him when I could. Mitsuki, on the other hand, was something else entirely. She had this aura about her that was impossible to ignore.

She was walking toward me now, and something in the way her heels clicked on the pavement caught my attention. The moment she was close enough, I heard her voice, a smooth, confident sound that felt deliberate.

"You're walking home alone? Must have been quite the day at school, huh?"

I slowed my pace as she fell into step beside me. Her posture was impeccable, every inch of her radiating a mix of elegance and strength. I couldn't help but notice the way her gaze flicked over me, measuring, assessing, as if she were deciding something in her head.

"Yeah, detention with Midnight sensei," I said, my tone nonchalant. I had no intention of making small talk, but I couldn't deny a part of me was curious about what she really wanted.

Mitsuki's lips curled into a playful smile, one that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. "I have heard about Bakugo's behavior at school. He's always so... difficult. How great would it be if he could have a friend like you."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "And what do you mean by that?" I asked, not bothering to hide the slight amusement in my voice.

Mitsuki's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I just mean you're... different from the others. You don't back down easily. I can respect that."

I chuckled lightly. "I'm sure Bakugo would love to hear you say that."

She laughed softly, a sound that was almost teasing. "He might not appreciate it, but I'm not exactly worried about him, am I?"

I didn't respond immediately. There was something in her tone that didn't just suggest curiosity; it felt almost like a challenge or maybe an invitation. Either way, it was clear she was playing a different game than I was used to.

We continued walking in silence for a few more moments, and then she made a slight shift in her posture, stepping a little closer to me. Her scent was subtle but alluring, something fresh with a hint of citrus, and it was impossible not to notice the way she leaned in just enough for me to catch the warmth of her body against mine.

"I'm sure you'd like a bit of peace after your day at school," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper now as if sharing a secret. "And I think we both know you could use a little... distraction."

My pulse quickened, not out of nervousness but from the undeniable way she was reading me. She wasn't shy. She knew exactly what she wanted.

I glanced at her, intrigued, but I didn't say anything. Part of me wanted to see where this would go, to see how far she would take it.

She took another step closer, her voice lowering even more. "You know, I'm sure Bakugo's father would be happy to entertain you... while I show you a more... relaxing time." She winked, the innuendo clear.

My mind raced with the possibilities, but I couldn't let her know I was as curious as I was. "I'm not sure what you mean," I said, trying to maintain my composure.

Mitsuki's smile deepened. "I think you do," she said softly, brushing her fingers lightly against my arm as we reached the entrance to her home. "But if you'd like, we can talk more inside... It's quieter."

I paused, looking at the house in front of us. Masaru, Bakugo's father, wasn't far away, I imagined. The subtle hint in Mitsuki's voice made it clear that this wasn't just an innocent offer. It was an invitation to a different kind of dynamic.

"Well," I said with a smirk, my curiosity piqued, "why don't we see what happens inside?"

As we stepped inside Mitsuki's home, the door closing behind us with a soft click, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender and something sweeter, more alluring. Mitsuki led me down a hallway, her hips swaying seductively with each step. 

"Make yourself comfortable," she purred, gesturing to a plush armchair in the living room. "Can I get you a drink?"

I shook my head, my eyes roaming over her curves as she moved. 

"I'm good for now, thanks." My voice came out huskier than intended, betraying my desire. Mitsuki smiled knowingly, her gaze locked onto mine. 

"Suit yourself." She perched on the edge of the couch, crossing her legs and displaying the creamy expanse of her thigh. 

"So, Renji," she began, her tone turning playful. "Tell me more about your little detention with Midnight."

I settled into the armchair, my pulse quickening as Mitsuki's eyes sparkled with amusement and curiosity. 

"Well, she's quite the strict teacher," I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the heat rising in my chest at the memories of our encounter. "But I managed to... persuade her to show me a different side of her personality."

Mitsuki's lips curved into a sly smile. "Oh? And what side might that be?" She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her top, as she fixed me with an intent gaze. 

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Let's just say she's not as uptight as she appears," I replied, my voice low and husky. 

Mitsuki's chuckle was like music, sending shivers down my spine. "I bet she's not," she purred, reaching out to trail a finger down my thigh.

Mitsuki's touch sent jolts of electricity through my body, making my muscles tense with anticipation. I reached out, my hand coming to rest on her knee, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her skirt. 

"You're quite the tease, aren't you?" I remarked, my voice thick with desire. Mitsuki's smile turned wicked, her eyes glinting with mischief. 

"Maybe I am," she admitted, her fingers dancing higher up my thigh. "But I think you enjoy it." 

I couldn't deny the truth in her words. The way she commanded attention, the subtle power she wielded over me, it was intoxicating. 

"I do," I confessed, my hand sliding further up her leg, brushing against the soft curve of her inner thigh. Mitsuki's breath hitched, her pupils dilating as she watched my every move. 

"Good," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Mitsuki's hand slid up to cover mine on her thigh, guiding it to the heat of her core. 

"I think it's time we put that detention scenario to the test," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, my fingers trembling as I brushed against the damp fabric of her panties. 

"Just like Midnight sensei, but with a different teacher," I murmured, my eyes locked onto hers. Mitsuki's smile was a promise, her fingers tightening around mine as she stood up. 

"Come with me," she commanded, leading me down the hallway to a door at the end. She opened it to reveal a lavish bedroom, the bed a tangle of sheets and pillows. In the corner, I spotted a man tied to a chair, his face a mask of pleasure and submission as he watched us approach. Mitsuki's husband, Masaru, I realized with a jolt of surprise.

Mitsuki pushed me towards the bed, her grip on my arm firm. 

"Strip," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. 

I obeyed, shedding my clothes with shaking hands as she watched, her eyes raking over my exposed skin with approval. Once I was naked, she turned her attention to Masaru, who was still bound and panting with anticipation. 

"Look at him, Masaru," Mitsuki purred, stroking my chest. "Isn't he just delicious?" 

Masaru's eyes were glazed with lust, his throat working as he swallowed hard. 

"Yes, my love," he rasped, his gaze fixed on me. "He's perfect." 

Mitsuki smiled, her fingers trailing down my abdomen to wrap around my hardening cock. 

"And now, let's give him a detention he'll never forget." She pushed me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me, her weight pressing me into the mattress.

Mitsuki ground her hips against mine, her skirt riding up to reveal the lace of her panties. The heat of her core seeped through the thin fabric, igniting a fire in my loins. I groaned, my hands reaching for her, desperate to touch her skin. But she batted them away, pinning them above my head with a playful smirk. 

"Not yet, Renji," she teased, her breath hot against my ear. "You need to earn that privilege." 

She reached down, pulling her panties to the side and positioning herself over my aching cock. I gasped as the head of my dick brushed against her slick folds, my hips bucking upwards involuntarily. 

"Ah ah, behave," Mitsuki scolded, her voice a husky purr. "You'll get what you need when I say so." She leaned back, her eyes locking onto Masaru's as she slowly impaled herself on my shaft.

Mitsuki's moan echoed through the room as she sank down on my cock, her walls clenching around me like a vice. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up into her as she began to ride me with slow, deliberate strokes. 

Her skirt flared around her hips, the fabric bunching up as she moved, giving Masaru a tantalizing view of her bare ass and the way my dick disappeared into her slick heat. I could feel Mitsuki's gaze on me, watching me squirm beneath her, enjoying the power she held over me. 

"Look at him, Masaru," she panted, her voice husky with pleasure. "Isn't it delicious to see him so desperate for me?" 

Masaru's eyes were glazed with lust, his chest heaving as he watched his wife claim me. 

"Yes, my love," he croaked, his hands straining against the ropes binding him. "Use him however you wish."

Mitsuki's pace quickened, her hips rolling against mine in a sensual rhythm. I was lost in the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me, my mind fogging with desire. 

"That's it, Renji," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Take it like a good boy." 

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest as she captured my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into her mouth, my hands fisting in the sheets as I struggled to hold back my climax. Mitsuki broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto mine as she rode me harder, faster. 

"Cum for me, Renji," she commanded her voice a husky growl. "Show me how much you love being my toy." 

The sound of Masaru's heavy breathing and the sight of him bound and helpless only fueled my arousal.

As I teetered on the brink of orgasm, Mitsuki's pace became almost brutal, her body slamming down on mine with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her ragged breaths and my desperate moans. 

"Now, Renji," she hissed, her voice tight with her own impending climax. "Give me everything." 

With a final, powerful thrust, I spilled myself inside her, my cock jerking as I filled her with my seed. Mitsuki cried out, her walls clenching around me as she came, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she slowly lifted herself off me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. 

"Clean me up," she commanded, turning to face Masaru, who was still bound and panting in the corner. "Use your tongue, husband."

Masaru's eyes widened as Mitsuki turned to him, her pussy glistening with our combined arousal. He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the dripping slit, his cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. 

"Yes, my love," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. Mitsuki climbed off the bed, her skirt falling back into place as she sauntered over to him. She grasped the back of his head, guiding his face to her sex. 

"Open wide, husband," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. Masaru obeyed, his mouth parting as he took in the sweet, musky taste of her arousal. Mitsuki let out a soft moan as his tongue delved into her folds, lapping up every drop of our mingled essence. I watched, my spent cock twitching with renewed interest, as Masaru worshipped his wife's pussy like a devoted disciple.

As Masaru continued to feast on Mitsuki's pussy, she reached up to unbutton her blouse, revealing the swell of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy bra. 

"Enough, husband," she panted, pulling away from him and letting her clothes fall to the floor. She stepped out of her skirt, standing before us in just her bra and panties, her skin flushed with arousal. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, my cock already hardening again at the sight of her naked beauty. Mitsuki's eyes gleamed with mischief as she noticed my reaction. 

"Looks like someone's ready for round two," she purred, sauntering over to the bed and straddling my hips. She ground her wet heat against me, coating my shaft with her juices. 

"You want to play with the sensei, Renji?" she teased, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts. "Let's see how well you can keep up."

Mitsuki leaned forward, her bra riding up to expose the creamy mounds of her breasts as she braced her hands on either side of my head. I groaned, my eyes glued to the tantalizing sight of her cleavage, my cock throbbing with need. 

"You like that, Renji?" she purred, her hips undulating against mine in a slow, sensual rhythm. "Want to taste these?" 

She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away to reveal her full, perfect breasts. I couldn't resist, my mouth watering as I leaned up to capture a nipple between my lips. Mitsuki's back arched, a low moan escaping her as I suckled, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. 

Just as I was getting into it, she pulled back, a wicked grin on her face. "Not yet, Renji. You have to earn it."

Mitsuki's panties were the only thing left between us now, the damp fabric clinging to her slick folds as she rode my thigh, grinding her pussy against me. I could feel the heat of her arousal even through the thin material, my cock aching with the need to be buried inside her again. 

"You want to fuck me, Renji?" she panted, her eyes locked onto mine with a challenge. "Show me what you've got." 

Without waiting for a response, she reached down, tugging her panties to the side and positioning herself over my straining erection. I gasped as the head of my cock brushed against her entrance, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Mitsuki's hips sank down, taking me into the hilt in one smooth motion. 

"Ah, yes," she moaned, her back arching as she adjusted to my girth. "That's it, Renji. Fill me up."

As Mitsuki began to ride me, her breasts jiggling with each movement, I gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm as she impaled herself on my cock again and again. The sight of her breasts bouncing free, her panties askew, was almost too much to bear. 

"Fuck, Mitsuki," I groaned, my voice strained with pleasure. "You're so tight, so hot... I can't last long." 

Mitsuki just laughed, a throaty, seductive sound, her eyes flashing with mischief. 

"Don't cum yet, Renji," she commanded, her hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "I'm not done with you yet." 

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back as she rode me harder, faster, her wet heat squeezing me like a vice. The sound of her panting, the slap of skin against skin, and the sight of her gorgeous body in motion were all driving me closer to the edge.

Mitsuki's pace was relentless, her inner walls rippling around my cock as she chased her own climax. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in sharp gasps, as she teetered on the brink. 

"Come for me, Renji," she demanded, her voice husky with need. "I want to feel you fill me up again." 

The command was the final straw, and with a hoarse cry, I let go, my hips bucking up to meet hers as I spilled my seed deep inside her. Mitsuki's walls clamped down, milking every last drop from my cock as she cried out her own release, her body shuddering with the force of it. We collapsed together, panting and spent, the room still echoing with the sounds of our passion.

As our breathing slowed, Mitsuki leaned down, her forehead resting against mine, a lazy smile playing on her lips. 

"That was fun," she purred, her voice still husky from exertion. "But I think it's time we gave Masaru a turn." 

She sat up, pulling her panties back into place and smoothing out her skirt. I watched, still trying to process the whirlwind of pleasure we'd just shared, as she sauntered over to her bound husband. 

"Open wide, dear," she cooed, her fingers trailing down his chest to the chastity cage. Masaru's eyes flickered with longing as Mitsuki unfastened the cage, freeing his aching cock. She wrapped her hand around the thick length, pumping it slowly as she leaned in to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Mitsuki's mouth left Masaru's as she broke the kiss, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She brought her husband's cock to her lips, running her tongue along the shaft before taking the head into her mouth. Masaru's back arched, a strangled moan escaping his throat as she began to suck him, her eyes locked onto his as she worked him over. 

I watched, transfixed, as Mitsuki bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. Masaru's hips bucked, his hands straining against the ropes as he tried to thrust into her mouth. 

"Mitsuki, my love," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "I'm going to cum." 

Mitsuki pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. 

"Not yet, dear," she purred, her hand continuing to stroke him. "I want to taste you when you do."

As Mitsuki continued to tease her husband, I couldn't resist the urge to join in on the fun. I slipped off the bed, my cock still semi-hard from our previous activity, and moved behind Mitsuki. She was kneeling in front of Masaru, her panties a tantalizing peek of pale flesh between her spread thighs. 

I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, "May I?" 

Mitsuki glanced back at me over her shoulder, a sly smile playing on her lips. 

"Please do, Renji," she purred, her hand never leaving Masaru's cock as she guided me to press against her rear. I reached around, my fingers deftly unfastening her panties and sliding them down her legs. Mitsuki's skin was slick with arousal, her entrance already glistening with the evidence of her desire.

With Mitsuki's permission, I lined up my cock with her slick entrance, the head nudging against her tight hole. She looked back at me, her eyes glinting with mischief and lust. 

"Go on, Renji," she coaxed, her hand still stroking Masaru's cock. "Fill me up from behind while I make my husband cum." I groaned, my hips canting forward as I pushed inside her, the heat and tightness of her anal passage enveloping my length. 

Mitsuki let out a low moan, her body relaxing to accommodate me as I sank deeper. Once I was fully sheathed, I began to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate as I savored the sensation of being buried in her tight heat. Mitsuku's hand never left Masaru's cock, her thumb rubbing the tip as she worked him towards his climax. 

"That's it, Renji," she panted, her voice husky with pleasure.

As I continued to thrust into Mitsuki's tight ass, her moans and whimpers filling the room, I could see Masaru's cock twitching in her hand, his pleasure reaching a crescendo. 

"Cum for me, husband," Mitsuki purred, her voice a seductive command. "Paint my face with your seed while Renji fills me up." 

With a guttural groan, Masaru's cock pulsed in her grip, spilling his hot cum across her cheek and lips. Mitsuki's eyes never left his as she licked the semen from her skin, savoring the taste of her husband's release. Meanwhile, I picked up the pace, my hips slamming against Mitsuki's ass as I chased my own climax. The sight of Masaru's cum on Mitsuki's face, combined with the tight heat of her ass squeezing my cock, sent me over the edge.

As I spilled my load deep inside Mitsuki, her anal walls clenching around me in rhythmic waves, I felt a sense of profound satisfaction. The three of us were intertwined in a web of pleasure, our bodies and desires merged in a dance of lust and domination. Mitsuki's moans turned to purrs of contentment as she felt my cum filling her, marking her as mine. I slowly withdrew, my softening cock slipping free of her tight passage with a wet pop. Mitsuki turned to face me, a lazy smile on her lips, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and cum. 

"That was incredible," she purred, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. "You've proven yourself quite the stud, Renji." I grinned, my heart still racing from the intensity of our encounter. 

"Thanks for your guidance, Sensei," I replied, winking at her.

Mitsuki's gaze shifted to her husband, who was still bound and panting in the chair, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife's cum-filled ass. 

"And now, dear Masaru," she said, her voice low and sultry, "It's time for you to clean up our mess." 

She reached back, her fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks as she spread them wide, exposing the glistening evidence of our passion. Masaru's eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of their combined arousal. 

"Eat it, husband," Mitsuki commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "Show Renji how much you love watching me get fucked." With a groan of surrender, Masaru leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap at the cum oozing from Mitsuki's hole.

Masaru's tongue delved deeper, his mouth sealing around Mitsuki's ass as he sucked and lapped at the cum, cleaning her thoroughly. Mitsuki's moan of pleasure mingled with his slurping sounds, the lewd scene more than enough to make my already spent cock twitch with renewed interest. 

As Masaru worked, Mitsuki's hands roamed over her body, toying with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, stoking the embers of her arousal once more. 

"That's it, dear," she purred, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him to continue. "Make sure you get every drop." 

Masaru complied, his tongue probing, tasting, savoring the evidence of his wife's pleasure. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with cum, Mitsuki let out a satisfied sigh. 

"Better?" she asked, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Masaru nodded, a look of bliss on his face, his eyes half-lidded in post-orgasmic satisfaction. 

"Perfect, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with contentment. Mitsuki smiled, her gaze flicking to me, still standing there in the aftermath of our intense encounter. 

"I think Renji has earned a reward, don't you, dear?" she purred, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek once more. "A nice, long nap with me, perhaps?" 

I grinned, feeling a sense of belonging, of being part of this twisted little family. 

"Sounds like a plan, Sensei," I replied, already anticipating the warmth of her body against mine as we collapsed onto the bed together, the remnants of our passion still lingering in the air.