Alone is a state of mind regardless of how it may appear. Rei was used to the idea of being different from the people around her. She was used to the idea that they experienced the world differently from her. Being alone in a crowd of people was not new territory for her. Far from it. Empathy was something she understood in clinical terms, but it felt out of her grasp. The number of people that understood her was entirely limited to the people who knew who and what she was. Everybody else was deliberately kept at arm’s length. She could not understand them, and they could not understand her.
Until she met Shinji Ikari. At first she thought he was like the others. But… He persisted in trying to understand her. Unlike the others, he pushed forward and tried to understand her. For the first time she grew to like a person that did not know what she was.Then, a few months later she met a girl called Asuka. This girl was her opposite in many ways. Outgoing. Expressed her emotions and confidence, but did so in a way that was blatantly intended to lift herself up and put others down. For the first time she learned to dislike a person that did not know what she was.
Right now, Rei should be alone in a more literal sense. The apartment she slept in was bare with only the essentials for simple living. One bed. Dresser for clothes, which amounted to towels, the school uniform and the means to clean them. She was alone. Rei was alone. On her bed.
Yet she was not alone. At least she did not feel alone. It was difficult to explain. She knew that Shinji was in Misato’s apartment cutting vegetables and doing his absolute best not to look at Asuka, who was sitting on the couch pretending to watch television while trying and failing to ignore Shinji’s presence. She could feel the mutual mating instinct rising in between them in a manner like a feedback loop. Shinji thought Asuka was cute, which made her think he was cute which made him even more attracted to her which made her… Rei caught herself breathing quite hard and tried to control it. Slow down. Something is wrong. Something is <i>wrong</i>.
Then why did it feel so right?
From a distance, she could recognise that Shinji was an attractive boy. Handsome. Caring. Worthwhile mating material. For reasons beyond her understanding she felt the thought detach and drift into Asuka’s mind, which seemed to prompt her to nervously turn her head, and Rei was suddenly overtaken with the thought “Nein! Mein Gott!”
As for Asuka herself, she made up for her poor personality (and the Asuka in her mind suddenly stood and yelled an indignant “Hey!” that confused Misato) with a rather nice body. The Shinji in her mind nodded in agreement, which prompted Asuka to turn around and only stop herself from saying something when she thought it was all in her head. None of this diminished the mutual lust between them. If anything it served to heighten it even more.
And finally, Rei herself had reached the limit. The other two, so far as her mind could conjure, were only inhibiting themselves because there were other people around. This was not the case for her. So, Rei collapsed onto her bed with nothing on her but a towel and an uncharacteristic smile. She stared up at the ceiling. She had no knowledge about what she was about to do, but then again it seemed as though Asuka indulged in this particular activity more often than she’d ever dare admit to anyone. The redhead’s face matched her hair while Shinji nervously gulped, but that reaction was nothing compared to what happened once Rei’s fingers found their intended destination and pushed in without hesitation. Asuka stood up. Shinji’s back went as rigid as another part of his body. Then both turned around and marched into a bedroom, closing the door behind them. Misato would have doubtless questioned them about this if she had not been in the bathroom at the time.
Though… Strange how she imagined them entering the wrong bedroom, but Rei was finding it difficult to think rationally about such matters at present.
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He was a dead man. It really didn’t seem possible to emphasise enough, and Shinji unknowingly let out a series of German curses about his situation. He was more erect than a statue, and just about as hard. Now, while he was certainly alone and had ample opportunity to rub one out -
<i>Do it and die!</i>
- He was in Asuka’s room at the moment, and it seemed very much as though she was in his head. Which was just a little bit disconcerting, but had absolutely no effect on his boner. In fact, he was probably a little bit harder from that realisation for reasons that currently escaped him.
<i>It’s because you’re a perverted Dummkopf!</i>
Thought the girl lying face down on his bed with a hand down her shorts. Anyway. He had to do <b>something</b>. The second he walked out of Asuka’s room with an erection was the moment Misato made his life a living hell. One way or the other. Either she teased him about it until the end of time, or she hauled him up before a disciplinary board. The first was more likely.
<i>Y-Yeah! Like they’ll ever punish their supposed ace!</i>
As much of a presence as Asuka always made sure to leave, it was hard to take her seriously when he somehow knew for a fact that she was masturbating every little bit as furiously as he wanted to right now.
<i>It’s all your fault! You’re somehow shifting your pervertedness onto me and Rei!</i>
<u>Asuka is partially correct. It appears as though our minds have been connected in some way.</u>
…Was that Rei? Well! Wasn’t this just what they needed? That sexy wonder girl sitting in on their inexplicable telepathic conversation. Ah! Wait, no that wasn’t what he meant to think. This really wasn’t just in his head!
<u><i>No kidding! Ah!</i></u>
And that’s the story of how Shinji found himself switching minds with a girl who had spent the last few minutes masturbating and was now on the brink of climax.
- Rei pays a visit to the others, seeking to quiet the urges building inside her.
- Somehow, they’re able to escape being in the wrong room without Misato noticing.
- Further side effects make themselves known.
- Something else
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