A/N: For a second there, I forgot the title of this story is 'Only Smut'. When I reached this scene, I figured, 'Eh, why not?'
Midnight's announcement still echoed through the hallways as Ren watched his team head toward the main arena. Toru was practically bouncing with excitement, while Momo walked with her usual serene pace. Ochako kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye with a questioning look.
"You guys go ahead," Ren called out, gesturing for them to keep going. "I gotta hit the bathroom real quick. I'll catch up before they announce the matchups."
"Don't take too long, Ren-kun!" Toru replied. "You don't wanna miss who you're fighting!"
"Ten minutes is more than enough," he answered, already turning down a side hallway.
More than enough time for a little detour, he thought as the girls disappeared around the corner.
The inner hallways of the festival stadium were surprisingly empty. Most of the students and spectators had already made their way to the main arena to lock in good spots for the tournament announcement.
Ren ran a hand over his bald head, feeling the residual heat from the sun that had punished them during the cavalry battle. His skin was still slightly damp with sweat, and he could feel the adrenaline from earlier slowly draining out of his system.
I should wash my face before heading back, he reflected, scanning for bathroom signs. Can't show up to the tournament bracket looking like I just ran a marathon.
That was when he saw her.
Tucked into a small rest area near a large window, far from the main flow of foot traffic, was a figure he recognized instantly. Ibara Shiozaki, from Class 1-B, was kneeling on the floor with her back straight and her hands clasped in front of her chest. Her long vine hair cascaded down her back like a green waterfall, pooling slightly on the floor around her knees. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window created an almost ethereal glow around her, giving her the look of a beautiful painting brought to life.
Her eyes were closed, her expression so serene it looked otherworldly, and her lips moved in what seemed to be silent prayer or meditation.
Ren stopped dead about ten meters away, his mind immediately shifting gears.
Damn, she looks magnificent, he thought.
He glanced down the hallway in both directions. The distant roar of the crowd in the arena was barely audible, muffled by the thick walls and the many turns between here and there.
Charles Xavier would tell me to respect her privacy and walk away, Ren thought, activating his X-ray vision out of reflex. Johnny Sins, on the other hand, would tell me that opportunities like this don't fall out of the sky. You gotta take advantage. Well, to be honest, I don't think he'd actually say that.
The layers of Ibara's festival uniform turned transparent before his mental gaze, and what he saw made him pause mid step.
Isn't she supposed to be a plain girl? Then why...
Beneath that exterior of extreme modesty and religious devotion, Ibara Shiozaki was hiding a figure that could make a saint reconsider his vows. She was wearing white lace lingerie that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin: a delicate bra working overtime to contain the generous curve of her breasts, and high cut panties that disappeared into the curve of her hips.
Who knew the prayer girl was hiding all that under the uniform? Ren's thoughts raced as he took in every detail. This is like finding out the librarian has a motorcycle and a leather jacket at home.
He looked around one more time to confirm he was alone, then carefully extended his telekinesis with the delicacy he'd perfected during his sessions at the Bakugo house. The invisible touch of his power reached Ibara's neck, brushing against her skin with the lightest pressure imaginable.
A small shiver ran down the girl's spine.
Ibara's clasped hands tightened slightly and her lips kept moving, but Ren could see her brow furrow just a fraction.
She thinks it's a breeze, he realized with satisfaction. Hmm, let's see how long she keeps thinking that.
He slid the telekinetic touch downward, tracing the line of her spine through the uniform. The sensation was so subtle it could easily be mistaken for a stray draft or a trick of the mind. Ibara's shoulders tensed for a moment before relaxing again, her expression shifting from serenity to something more uncertain.
Ren moved the invisible caress lower, following the curve of her lower back until he reached the waistband of her uniform pants. His X-ray vision showed him exactly where the white lace of her panties began, and he centered his telekinetic touch right there, applying the slightest pressure against the fabric.
"Nnh..."
The soft sound escaped Ibara's lips before she could stop it. Her eyes stayed closed, but her cheeks took on a delicate pink that hadn't been there moments before. She shifted her weight slightly, adjusting her kneeling position in an attempt to escape the phantom sensation.
Getting a little uncomfortable, are we? Ren thought, keeping his distance while ramping up the intensity just a touch. But you can't run from telekinetic intervention, can you?
He directed his invisible touch downward, sliding it along the white lace until he found the meeting of her thighs. Through his X-ray vision, he could see the fabric starting to dampen, a small wet patch forming as her body responded to the stimulation despite the confusion in her mind.
Ibara's breathing grew faster, and her clasped hands trembled slightly. The vines of her hair began to stir and curl at the tips, moving with a life of their own in response to her growing arousal.
Time to turn up the heat, Ren decided, focusing his touch on the most sensitive spot. He created a circular motion against her covered clit, keeping a steady rhythm that would be impossible to ignore or write off as something natural.
"Ahhh..." Ibara's moan was louder this time, and her eyes flew wide open in surprise. "W-what...?"
She looked around frantically, her green eyes wide with confusion and embarrassment. Her hands flew to her chest as if to calm her racing heart, and the vines of her hair writhed more actively now, forming small spiral patterns in the air around her.
Ren stayed perfectly still against the wall, maintaining his telekinetic assault without giving away his position. His X-ray vision showed him every detail of her body's response: the nipples stiffening beneath the bra, the growing wetness soaking her panties. The slight trembling in her thighs completed the picture.
But then he noticed something that made him pause.
What the hell is that?
As Ibara's arousal mounted, her body was undergoing a subtle transformation. The pubic area, which he'd expected to see covered in normal hair, was instead adorned with what looked like fine, delicate vines. They were the same deep green as her hair, soft and flexible, with tiny leaf shaped structures that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.
Her Quirk affects even that, Ren realized. Her whole body is an extension of plant life. That's actually pretty incredible. Wait, I'm getting distracted.
As he watched, the vines began to retract slightly, pulling apart to reveal the pink, glistening flesh beneath. Her body was responding to the stimulation by opening up, creating a clear path for the penetration that nature clearly intended.
Well, that's both weird and extremely arousing, he thought, filing the information away for possible future use.
Ibara leaned back, propping one hand on the floor behind her while the other stayed pressed tight against her chest. Her head tipped back, exposing the long line of her throat, and the vines of her hair fanned out around her like a living crown.
"This can't be..." she whispered breathlessly. "Is this... a test?"
Oh, it's definitely a test, Ren thought. And you're failing spectacularly.
He ramped up the intensity of his telekinetic touch, adding a second point of stimulation higher up while maintaining the circular motion against her clit. The wet patch on her panties had grown significantly, and he could see her inner walls beginning to contract rhythmically in anticipation of climax.
"Nngh... Ahhhh... I need... strength... Hah... I-I must not give in," she said, her voice tight with the effort of holding on to control.
Time to really mess with her head, Ren decided.
He focused his telepathy, projecting his voice directly into Ibara's mind.
The truly devout feel their faith with their whole body, Shiozaki-san, his mental voice whispered.
Ibara's eyes flew open like saucers. Her whole body went rigid, and a strangled gasp escaped her throat.
"W-who...?" she stammered, looking around wildly. "Who's speaking?"
Ren didn't answer out loud. Instead, he cranked the telekinetic stimulation up to maximum intensity, creating multiple points of pleasure on her most sensitive spots. His invisible touch rubbed and pressed with the coordination of a dozen hands working in perfect sync.
"AHHHH!" Ibara's scream echoed down the empty hallway as her body arched backward. The vines of her hair exploded outward in every direction, twisting and coiling in the air like serpents caught in a storm. Some latched onto the window frame, the wall, the floor, holding up her trembling figure as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Through his X-ray vision, Ren watched her inner walls clench rhythmically, releasing a flood of moisture that completely soaked her panties and started to darken the crotch of her uniform pants. She was breathing in ragged, desperate gasps, her legs shaking beneath her own weight.
The orgasm lasted a good while before it began to settle. Ibara collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, the vines of her hair slowly retracting into her body as she panted heavily against the floor.
"Forgive me..." she whispered hoarsely. "Forgive my weakness..."
You've got nothing to apologize for, Ren thought, carefully pulling back his telekinetic touch and deactivating his X-ray vision. That was absolutely beautiful to watch.
He slipped away down the hallway, careful not to make any sound that might alert her to his presence. The distant roar of the crowd in the arena was growing louder, which probably meant the ten minute warning was nearly over.
Perfect timing, he thought, rounding the corner and starting to walk casually. Now I just gotta get to the arena before anyone notices I took longer than a normal bathroom break would require. Ah! I forgot to splash water on my face.
Behind him, back in the rest area, Ibara slowly pushed herself up to her knees again. Her face was a deep crimson that spread down her neck and across her chest. Her hands trembled as she smoothed her uniform, trying to make herself presentable despite the obvious wet patch on her pants.
She rose on shaky legs, gripping the window frame for support while she took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The vines of her hair had settled back into their usual cascade pattern, though they still twitched occasionally with residual energy.
What was that? she wondered, her mind struggling to make sense of what had just happened. A vision? A test of faith? Or temptation?
She pressed her thighs together, feeling the uncomfortable dampness of her soaked panties. The physical evidence of her body's response to the phantom touch was impossible to deny or dismiss as mere imagination.
"I must pray more," she murmured to herself. "I must strengthen my spirit against such... such..."
She couldn't finish the sentence. The memory of the pleasure was too overwhelming to be simply categorized as temptation or sin.
Ibara adjusted her uniform one last time, making sure the wet patch was as hidden as possible, then walked toward the exit of the rest area with as much dignity as she could muster. Her steps were careful, partly because of the lingering weakness in her legs and partly because she was aware that anyone looking closely might notice something strange about her demeanor.
As she rounded the corner toward the main arena, she caught her reflection in a trophy case. Her face was still flushed, her eyes had a glassy, distant quality, and there was an unmistakable air of disarray about her despite her best efforts to look serene.
I look like... like I've been... The thought trailed off as heat flooded her cheeks again. No, I won't entertain such impure thoughts. What happened was... was a trial. A reminder of my mortality and weakness.
She straightened her back and lifted her chin, forcing her expression into serenity.
Yes, that must be it. A reminder to remain vigilant against the pleasures of the flesh.
But even as she thought it, a small, treacherous part of her mind whispered that if that was temptation, it was the most pleasurable temptation she'd ever felt.
Meanwhile, Ren had reached the entrance to the arena where the students were gathering. He spotted his team near the front of the crowd: Toru's figure was easy to pick out thanks to the floating uniform, and Momo's distinctive ponytail stood out even in the packed throng.
"Ren-kun! There you are!" Toru waved enthusiastically. "We thought you got lost!"
"It only took me a minute to wash my face and freshen up," he answered smoothly, sliding into the spot they'd saved for him. "Did I miss anything?"
"Not yet," Momo replied. "Midnight-sensei should be announcing the brackets any moment now."
"What a relief! Lucky I made it in time," Ren said, allowing himself a small, satisfied smile.
Two for two today, he thought, recalling both the moment of carrying Inko and his recent encounter with Ibara. This sports festival is turning out way better than I expected.
Ochako leaned in toward him with a curious expression. "Ren-kun, are you okay? You seem like you're suddenly in a really good mood."
"Just excited about the tournament," he answered, which wasn't entirely a lie. "I wanna see who I'm gonna fight."
"I hope I get someone I can actually beat," Ochako admitted nervously. "The competition this year is crazy."
"You'll do fine," Ren reassured her. "You made it through the cavalry battle. That's the hardest part."
The massive screens around the arena flickered to life, and Midnight's amplified voice rang out over the crowd.
"ALRIGHT, MY BEAUTIFUL COMPETITORS! THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR HAS ARRIVED! IT'S TIME TO REVEAL THE TOURNAMENT BRACKET!"
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