Yugen and Midnight settled onto the comfortable couch. Soft light from the table lamp cast a warm glow across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Yugen's gaze lingered on Midnight, her beauty accentuated by the soft glow of the table lamp. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for having such an understanding and supportive partner by his side.
The remnants of their laughter echoed As they delved into conversations about his quirk and brainstormed new sexual activities that would generate them higher amounts of lust energy during their next sessions after the cool down, he found himself growing more and more aroused.
Midnight seemed to notice his increasing desire, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she reached out to gently stroke his thigh. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.
they also discussed the various incidents happening in Saitama city.
One particular incident ignited an intense fury within Yugen — the alarming surge in child kidnappings.
"Those human traffickers are running rampant; they deserve nothing less than the Death" Yugen couldn't suppress his visceral reaction, and his frustration spilled out in a curse.
A heavy sigh escaped Nemuri "We, as pro Heroes, find ourselves entangled in a myriad of cases. If our duty only involved confronting overt villains, it would be far less troublesome. The real challenges lie in those who operate in the shadows. While it falls under the jurisdiction of the police to investigate, we're often compelled to lend our assistance. The complexities of such cases add an extra layer of difficulty to our already demanding responsibilities."
the two Snuggled together on the couch, they flipped through movies, Yugen's hand found Midnight's, fingers entwining in a subtle dance of shared affection. The room echoed with the soft hum of dialogue and the flickering light of the television.
Midnight's hand began to wander further up Yugen's leg, tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his pants. The sensation was almost unbearable, and Yugen found it difficult to focus on anything other than the growing need between his legs.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Yugen leaned over to whisper in Midnight's ear. "Let's take a break from the movies," he suggested, his voice low and husky with desire.
Midnight smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. She nodded, Her hands down down his pants and freed his throbbing cock. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, beginning to stroke him slowly and deliberately.
Yugen moaned at the sensation, his head falling back against the pillows as he surrendered himself to the pleasure coursing through his body. Midnight's touch was like magic, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over him with every movement.
He could feel himself nearing the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to hold back. But just as he thought he might lose control, Midnight released him, leaning down to press her lips against his.
Their kiss was hungry and passionate, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths.
Yugen's hands roamed over Midnight's body, feeling the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. He could feel her nipples harden beneath his touch, a testament to her own growing desire.
Without breaking their kiss, Midnight climbed on top of him and straddling his hips. Midnight reached down between them, guiding his cock towards her already naked entrance. She deliberately didn't wear anything as she expected that something like this will happen, she rubbed the head against her slick folds, teasing both of them with the promise of pleasure to come.
With one swift movement, she impaled herself on his shaft, taking him deep inside her. Yugen gasped at the sensation, feeling her tight walls clench around him like a vice.
Midnight began to move, rocking her hips back and forth as she rode him. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies, building towards an inevitable climax.
Yugen's hands gripped Midnight's hips, helping her set the pace as they moved together in perfect harmony. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
As they approached the edge, Yugen could feel himself losing control. His thrusts became more erratic, driving deeper into Midnight's body as he chased the release that was just out of reach.
Finally, with a cry of pure ecstasy, Yugen took his meat stick out of her and released his seeds on her belly, Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him weak and trembling beneath Midnight's.
Midnight followed close behind, her own orgasm ripping through her body like a thunderbolt. Her muscles clenched around Yugen's waist, she gripped his dick, milking every last drop of pleasure from him before collapsing onto his chest.
They lay there for several moments, panting and sweating as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, and Yugen wrapped his arms around Midnight, the two hugged each other and slept on the couch, exchanging passionate love and kisses.
As the clock inched towards 11 pm, Midnight reluctantly untangled herself from Yugen's embrace. She slipped away to don her hero costume, the sleek fabric accentuating her every movement. Yugen, couldn't help but feel a pang of worry as he watched her transform into the night's guardian, ready to start her heroic work.
"You take care out there," Yugen said, his voice a mixture of concern and admiration.
Midnight's eyes sparkled with a mix of love and determination, she kissed him, their lips met each other, their tongues entwined and sucked each other, but after a while, they reluctantly separated "my dear, don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow's morning safe and sound."
With a lingering glance, Midnight Left the villa and disappeared into the night, leaving Yugen alone in the quiet house. Patiently, he waited for half an hour, feeling a sense of anticipation build within him. When the clock struck 11:30 pm, Yugen rose from the couch, shedding his ordinary casual attire for the black sports clothes that marked the starts of his vigilante life. He wore the black kagol on his face, put the three sharp knives in his pocket dimension, He looked at his reflection in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
"Evil, your end is about to begin!" his purple eyes shone with a cold light, as he declared the beginning of his vigilante life