Bliss. It seems like an unobtainable state of being at times, but in truth it can be accomplished for short stretches. The real trick is making it last. For Shinji Ikari, the fleeting moments when he first woke up that morning were definitely an example of bliss, and why shouldn’t they be? He had slept with the nicest pillow he could remember last night. Soft. Warm. Comforting. The rest of Misato wasn’t anything to sneeze at either, though that body would certainly cause a few bloody noses. Not least of which from people walking into things because they were distracted.
He didn’t quite want to move from this position. Not at first. As said before: Lying here in this state, both of them naked and pressing quite close together made a formula that added up to bliss. Why would a young pervert like Shinji ever move from such a position willingly? What might compel this young man to leave bliss behind and confront the world? The answer can be found quite simply in the phrase “too much of a good thing”.
Fortunately, Misato was still asleep, so the hardest part about extracting himself from their position was overcoming his own desire to remain. And oh, that was quite the challenge! Last night had been the greatest challenge of this pervert’s career. His Everest. His trip to the moon. It had been amazing. It had been breathtaking. It had been <i>exhausting</i>.
Which is why he was at the tap guzzling enough water to equal half his body weight. His every muscle ached from anaerobic respiration. His every pore felt cleaner than a hospital. The woman was insatiable. No, that wasn’t even the word for it. She had drunkenly insisted on “making a man out of him”, and “teaching him” every position known to man or beast. It all sort of blurred together into a great big ball of pleasure. Only one distinct memory lasted from the experience, separate from the others.
Misato. Riding him cowgirl style. Her breasts bouncing above him while her body rhythmically rose and fell, poetry in motion. He cupped those breasts, ran his hands along them while his dick kept on pounding her again and again. He was smiling confidently, still unaware of what was about to happen. But he was about to learn…
“I think I’ve got the hang of this,” he said with a slight grunt as he released his seed inside her.
“Don’t be shilly,” Misato slurred. “You’re such a shyyyy boy, and it is my duty to bring you out of your shell!”
He had protested, naturally. “But we’re having sex right now! That’s pretty out of a shell!”
But it fell upon deaf ears. No matter what he did, no matter what he said and no matter how the two of them fucked and fucked and by <b>god</b>, did they fuck, she simply wouldn’t believe that he was anything more than a nice, shy boy that was absolutely not a pervert. Nothing he could do could persuade her otherwise. Absolutely nothing. No matter how many screaming orgasms she experienced, no matter how often he came (and he’d lost track, couldn’t even take an estimate with a gun to his head) the only reprieve arrived when she mercifully fell asleep, and damned if he didn’t collapse the very next instant.
Shinji staggered into the bathroom and reached to remove his clothes. Then remembered he wasn’t wearing any. Heh. His tired brain found that funny for some reason. This was a new position for him to be in: Usually, the more experienced woman simply fell for his charms and walked away satisfied, but Misato wasn’t the kind to be satisfied with “satisfied”. Shinji stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over his aching muscles. Right. So he needed a new plan. While “death by sex” sounded pretty awesome, he wanted to live a couple more decades before experiencing it. If he was going to live with Misato then he needed to discover the best way to ensure this fate was avoided at all costs. But how? Nothing he tried last night seemed to work, so what strategy should he -
A firm pair of breasts interrupted his thought process by pressing firmly against his back. Shinji nervously gulped, and Misato’s arms trailed around to his front.
“Shinji!” Misato said in a drunken sing-song voice. “I still haven’t made a man out of you yet. Unfortunately I have to shend you off to school soon, but we can shpend the time before that resuming lessons. Right?”
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A new morning had arrived and Rei Ayanami was first in class. Seated quietly at her desk, ignoring and being ignored by the other students as they filed in and took their seats. Her departure from medical treatment was unexpected, but when a nurse made an offhand comment to “get well soon,” she took it to heart as an order. Her injuries vanished seconds later, and within the hour she was cleared to leave. Anyone else would wonder if they could, perhaps, exploit this in any way. Interpret things as orders to their own advantage. Rei was incapable of thinking such things. She didn’t interpret the order consciously, she simply did it and obeyed. For that same reason, she would conduct her homework the instant that she entered home. For that reason, she followed every simple rule society laid out for her. Hence, back to class. Why not? She was well enough for it, even if it served no true function given her purpose in life.
“We have a new member of class,” the teacher announced out of nowhere, drawing Rei’s attention to the front of the room. She stared at Shinji Ikari. His hair was unkempt and he looked like he might collapse where he stood. He smiled in a rather lifeless manner, introduced himself and then sat down. Rei did not intend to listen to the gossip from the girls around her, but she could not help herself. Unlike vision, humans have no easy method of shutting off their auditory responses. Thus, as she took their form, neither did she.
“He’s kinda cute,” one girl asked. “Sort of sexy in an innocent way, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” another girl sighed. “But look who he’s sitting next to. Those two perverts will corrupt him in no time flat. It’s such a tragic waste. Honestly, I kinda feel bad for him.”
“Me too,” the first girl whispered back. “Weird, that makes me want him all the more.”
Rei was not prone to fits of jealousy or envy. But she felt it here. Inexplicably. The feeling was new and nearly overwhelmed her, and yet the rules prohibited her from taking any action to satisfy those feelings. This alone prevented her from standing up to give the two gossips an earful, advising them to stay away from the new student. This alone kept her from doing anything out of order. This alone got her thinking about what the last girl had just said.
<i>Weird, that makes me want him all the more…</i>
Rei’s mind did not work like those of other people. Though she was still restricted in actually seeing through Shinji’s ruse and seeing him for what he truly was, this different perspective did give her enough to notice something amiss. Her enhanced physiology allowed her to guess that the other females in class were paying attention to Shinji in a favourable manner, including herself. Even though he had barely spoken a word and had features settling on the average portion of the attractiveness scale. Clearly this was an innate ability that he had, one which he was completely unaware of. This was for the benefit of everyone, because if he were as inclined towards perversion as some of the other male classmates she had observed then he would surely become an enemy to all womankind.
As it was, further study was necessary. Rei resolved to converse with him again later on. It should not be hard to get him alone for a private conversation….
- Asuka contrives a way to get sent to Japan.
- Shinji accidentally discovers Rei's quirk.
- Shinji somehow manages to not notice Rei's quirk, sets about seducing her.
- Angel attack!
- Something else
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