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The haunted house entrance was decorated like a crumbling Victorian mansion. Fake cobwebs hung from the columns, eerie music echoed from hidden speakers, and an actor dressed as a zombie butler stood motionless beside the door, occasionally startling visitors who walked too close.
"This is gonna be fun," Nejire declared as they approached the entrance.
Ren was still carrying Hagakure on his back like a clinging koala. He could feel her chest pressing against him with every step he took, and her thighs squeezed his waist with a familiarity that definitely wasn't accidental.
Toru's enjoying this way too much, Ren thought as he adjusted his grip on her legs. Not that I'm complaining.
"You think it'll be really scary?" Ochako asked, nervously eyeing the dark entrance.
"It's a family attraction," Tsuyu replied. "It can't be worse than facing real villains, kero."
"Villains don't jump out from corners screaming," Ochako muttered.
The group reached the front of the line. The bored employee at the entrance handed them the basic rules: don't touch the actors, no flash photography, stay on the marked path.
"You can enter in groups of five," the employee explained. "The tour lasts approximately fifteen minutes."
"Perfect, there's exactly five of us," Nejire comnted.
They crossed the threshold into the darkness. The interior was significantly colder than outside, probably from the air conditioning set up to create atmosphere. The walls were covered in torn and stained wallpaper, crooked portraits of people whose eyes seed to follow you, and occasional splatters of what was supposed to be dried blood.
The first room was a long foyer with a rusted chandelier swaying slowly overhead. No actors yet, just atmosphere and unsettling sounds coming from every direction: slow footsteps, distant laughter, doors slamming shut.
"This isn't so bad," Ochako said, relaxing slightly.
As if the universe had taken that statent as a personal challenge, the chandelier lights flickered violently before going out completely.
"Kyaaaaa!" Ochako grabbed the nearest arm, which happened to be Tsuyu's.
"Relax," Tsuyu said, unfazed. "It's part of the show. Kero."
The lights ca back, but now there was a figure at the end of the hallway that definitely hadn't been there before. A woman in a bloodstained white dress with black hair covering her face stood completely still, staring in their direction.
"Nope," Toru said from Ren's back. "I don't like that one bit."
"She's just an actress," Nejire pointed out, walking confidently forward.
The figure didn't move as the group cautiously made their way down the hallway. When they were halfway through, the woman in the white dress jerked her head sharply at an unnatural angle.
CRACK.
The crunch was followed by a scream that bounced off the hallway walls. Ochako had stumbled back, eyes wide, both hands over her mouth.
Well, at least she's not the only one scared, Ren thought as he felt Toru's nails digging into his arm.
"C-can we go back?" Ochako's voice ca out trembling. "Seriously, this was a bad idea..."
"We're not going back," Nejire declared, taking Ochako by the hand. "We already paid for tickets."
"That's not a good argunt," Ochako protested weakly.
"Besides," Tsuyu added, "there's only a few more minutes left. It'd take just as long to go back as it would to keep moving, kero."
"F-fine," Ochako finally gave in, though her voice was still shaky. "But soone has to go in front."
"I'll go," Nejire volunteered without hesitation. "Haunted houses don't scare ."
They walked past the woman in the white dress, who stayed still except for her head, which tracked their movent. When Ochako got close enough, the actress whispered in a bone-chilling voice:
"He's waiting... in the basent..."
"Who's waiting?" Nejire asked with genuine curiosity, completely killing the atmosphere.
The actress didn't respond, staying in character professionally. They entered the next room: an abandoned kitchen with overturned pots and dark stains covering the floor. There was an unpleasant sll in the air, probably from so special effects machine.
"This slls awful," Nejire comnted, scrunching her nose.
"It's part of the ambiance, kero," Tsuyu explained. "They want it to be a full sensory experience."
Ren quietly activated his X-ray vision to scan the room before they stepped fully inside. Three actors hidden: one inside a cabinet to the left, another behind a torn curtain at the far end, and a third crouched under an overturned table.
At least I'll be ready this ti, he thought.
As the group cautiously moved through the kitchen, Ren noticed sothing strange. Toru had stopped trembling against his back, but her breathing was still irregular. In fact, it had gotten heavier. And the way her thighs were squeezing his waist had subtly changed.
Wait, Ren thought, focusing on the sensations. Is she...?
A slight movent against his lower back confird his suspicion. Toru was grinding against him while pretending to be scared.
This perverted girl is using the haunted house as an excuse, he realized with amusent. Taking advantage of the fact that nobody can see her to...
"KYAAAA!" Ochako's scream cut off his thoughts.
The actor from the cabinet had jumped out with a rubber ax, roaring theatrically. Ochako activated her Quirk on reflex, floating up to the ceiling before bumping her head on a fake beam.
"Ouch!" she whined as Tsuyu caught her with her tongue.
"Got you, kero."
The pig-masked actor froze, clearly unsure how to handle a floating girl. While Tsuyu helped Ochako back down, Ren decided to try sothing. He focused lightly on Toru, extending his power in the most subtle way possible to gently increase her tactile sensitivity.
Toru tensed imdiately against his back.
Did it work? he wondered.
As an answer, he felt Toru squeeze her thighs harder around his waist, and the grinding against him beca slightly more obvious.
Definitely worked.
A dangerous and completely inappropriate idea began taking shape in his mind. If he could increase Toru's sensitivity without her noticing, and if she was already enjoying the situation on her own...
No, he stopped himself. This isn't a good ti. There are too many people around.
But then Toru spoke directly against his ear, her voice barely a whisper:
"Ren-kun... do you mind if I shift around a little? My legs are starting to get tired."
"Go ahead," Ren replied, keeping his voice neutral.
Toru adjusted her position, but instead of simply changing the angle of her legs, she lifted herself slightly and then let herself drop back against him. The movent pressed her chest directly into his back with more force than before, and positioned her hips right against his lower back.
She knows exactly what she's doing, Ren realized. And she's loving it.
Which technically ant that if he...
Toru, he thought, projecting his voice telepathically for the first ti in his life.
He felt her entire body stiffen in absolute shock.
"W-what?" she whispered out loud, looking around in confusion.
Perverted invisible girl.
Toru nearly fell off his back. Her hands flew to her ears as if that could stop the voice inside her head.
"Ren? Is that you in my head? How are you doing this?"
The group ahead didn't notice a thing, too busy navigating the next room full of coffins.
Well, Ren replied ntally with a touch of pride. X-ray isn't my only trick. I can also talk through people's minds. What do you think? Pretty amazing, right?
"Baldy pervert!" Toru hissed against his ear. "So not only can you see naked, you can also snoop around in my brain?"
We're just talking. Reading thoughts is different.
"Can you read my thoughts?"
I'd rather not answer that right now.
"REN!"
Okay, okay. Listen, would you keep this secret for ? I don't want people thinking I'm a pervert.
"But you ARE a pervert."
That's not the point.
There was a pause while Toru considered. Ren could feel her processing the information, probably ntally rewinding every interaction they'd had and reassessing it under this new light.
"Alright," she finally said. "I'll keep the secret... with one condition."
What is it? Ren asked nervously.
"My condition is that you give a month's worth of candy, and every day, when you say hi to and nobody's around, you give a kiss."
Ren blinked in surprise. Of all the things she could have asked for, that was...
Deal.
"Good, baldy. Now, what did you wanna talk about?"
You wanna know about another one of my powers? It's the perverted kind. It works by...
"I'M IN!" Toru interrupted with imdiate enthusiasm.
Huh? But...
"Shhhh, quiet, perverted telepath. As long as it's sothing exciting, I'm in. Now do whatever you want to ."
Ren rolled his eyes at how easy it was to convince Toru.
Definitely why she's my cute invisible girl, he thought with affection.
He focused, preparing to increase Toru's sensitivity in a more controlled and specific way. His plan was to gradually raise it in her erogenous zones, creating an experience she'd enjoy without putting her in an embarrassing situation.
I need to concentrate. This is delicate.
He began channeling his power with precision, focusing on Toru's nerve receptors that were already naturally sensitive due to her arousal.
"KYAAAAA!"
Ochako's sudden scream shattered his concentration. An actor had jumped out from a hidden coffin, and the impact completely broke the careful control he had over his power. The heightened sensitivity he'd planned to increase only in Toru scattered wildly, accidentally transmitting to every girl within a three-ter radius.
Oh, shit.
"Are you okay, Ochako-chan? Kero," Tsuyu asked with concern.
"S-sorry, Tsuyu-chan," Ochako replied. "I thought I saw sothing moving and..."
She stopped abruptly. A sensation completely different from fear washed over her, hot and dizzying, spreading from her chest and concentrating between her legs.
This feeling, Ochako thought as her face started turning red. A-am I... am I getting turned on?
Nejire, who had been at the front of the group exploring every detail with curiosity, stopped so abruptly that Tsuyu walked straight into her back.
"Ngh!" The sound that escaped Nejire definitely wasn't from pain.
"Ng-kero!" Tsuyu let out a moan too as her chest was crushed against Nejire's back.
WAIT ONE DAMN SECOND, Ren thought in shock. Was that a frog moan? ARE FROG GIRLS' MOANS REALLY LIKE THAT???
The revelation left him completely paralyzed.
Toru, he called ntally with urgency. We have a problem.
No response.
Toru?
Suddenly he felt a very different sensation against his back. Toru's movent had changed drastically. It was no longer the subtle, playful grinding from before. He turned slightly and activated his X-ray vision.
Toru was completely flushed, her eyes glassy, her mouth slightly parted. She'd slid the top of her overalls to one side, fully exposing one of her breasts, still covered by her pink shirt. Through his enhanced vision, Ren could see her pinching her nipple with an almost brutal force while rubbing her lower belly against his back in desperate movents.
"Mmgh..." A soft moan escaped directly against his ear.
Shit. This got completely out of hand.
Ren tried to cancel his power imdiately, concentrating with everything he had to reverse the sensitivity boost. But every ti he tried, the effect simply held.
Why isn't it working? WHAT DID I DO DIFFERENTLY?
He tried again, pushing his concentration to the limit. Nothing. The power was still active, feeding itself sohow in a way he didn't understand.
Now what do I do? he thought with growing panic. I can't let this escalate. Ren, you're an IDIOT! You shouldn't have done perverted things with Toru right now.
Desperate, he rembered sothing he'd read on a sketchy internet forum in his previous life about psychic powers. There'd been a theoretical technique for creating invisibility fields using advanced telepathy.
Telepathy is ntal, so it should work, right?
He focused at maximum intensity, channeling all his ntal energy into creating the effect. Veins began standing out on his bald head as he concentrated, and his face grew progressively redder from the effort. Suddenly, the image of everything around him began distorting. The air around the group turned wavy, and the outlines of all five people beca translucent like ghosts.
Just as the effect finished completing itself, a confused worker climbed out of a coffin wearing a worn mummy costu. It was the sa guy who'd scared Ochako. He looked directly toward where the group was standing and frowned.
"That's weird," he muttered, scratching his head. "Where'd the group that ca in go?"
He pulled a radio from his belt and pressed the button.
"Hey, Patrick, did you see if a group of girls left the house?"
The radio crackled: "Nobody's co out yet."
"Damn, so where'd those guys go?" The employee let out a resigned sigh. "Well, they don't pay enough to go looking for 'em. If they're not out in an hour, I'll call the cops."
He decided to leave the room, closing the door behind him. anwhile, Ren was standing right in front of where the employee had been, less than a ter away. The man had looked straight through him without seeing or hearing anything, as if the entire group simply didn't exist to his perception.
Did it work? Ren thought in amazent. Holy crap, IT WORKED! I'm a genius! I pulled off whatever the hell it was I just did.
A victorious smile began forming on his face.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The sharp moan yanked him violently out of his self-congratulatory thoughts. Nejire, who was flushed and wearing a completely bewildered expression, had started scratching at her chest area with increasingly fast and desperate movents.
"I-I'm so itchy," she panted, clearly searching for a specific spot under the fabric of her dress. "I can't... I need..."
Suddenly, Ren could see Nejire's left nipple beco completely visible through the fabric. It was so hard and erect that it was pressing against the material, creating a small but obvious outline.
How turned on must she be for her nipple to push through her clothes like that, Ren thought, nervously swallowing. Nejire bit her lip hard enough to leave marks and began scratching directly over the stiffened tip through her dress.
"Nghhh! Ahhh! Ahiii!" The sounds grew more desperate with every second. "This... feels so good. I have to... I have to stop the itch."
This can't be happening, Ren thought with mounting horror.
"K-khu... nng-kero...!"
The guttural moan made Ren spin his head so fast he nearly twisted his neck. Tsuyu was rubbing her backside against the corner of a tall piece of furniture that was part of the decorative set, using the pointed edge to stimulate herself directly on her rear through her clothes.
The rhythmic friction of her intimate area against the polished wood produced a steady sound that grew more audible because of the natural moisture of her frog skin, creating a shafully lewd, wet noise.
CHLUP. CHLUP. CHLUP.
Tsuyu arched her back hard, her long fingers gripping the edge of the furniture as her breathing grew heavy. With each involuntary thrust, her tongue peeked between her parted lips, letting a gleaming thread of saliva escape.
"K-khu... nng-kero... ghaaah!"
Ren felt his erection pressing painfully against his pants. He had one girl practically masturbating against his back, another using a piece of furniture to stimulate herself, and a third who just couldn't stand the itch in her chest.
How the hell do I fix this, he thought desperately. Wait... what about Ochako?
He turned to look for her, assuming she'd be the least affected. What a monuntal mistake.
Ochako had found a dark corner partially hidden by a torn curtain. She'd slid her dress up to her waist, completely exposing her torso. The pink of her areolas stood out against her pale skin, and her nipples were so erect they looked almost painful. Of all the girls, she seed to be the one who'd most fully given herself over to the feeling.
"Haa... nngh... ah!" she panted as she tortured her left breast with alternating pinches.
Suddenly, her nails dug with particular force into her stiffened nipple.
"Kyaa...! Ahhh!" The cry echoed through the enclosed space.
Her breathing was an erratic hiss that made her chest rise and fall violently, highlighting the rosy flush of her aroused skin. Her skirt had bunched into ssy folds around her waist, and Ren could see with his X-ray vision that her underwear was completely soaked, the fabric darkened and clinging to her.
"Mmghhh... i-it feels so good," Ochako murmured in a broken voice.
"O-Ochako," Ren tried to speak, though his own arousal was obvious. "Y-you need to get dressed again."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Just as he was considering how to physically handle the situation, a particularly sharp moan destroyed the last remnant of his concentration. Nejire, completely fed up with scratching over her clothes without any relief, had made a drastic decision. She yanked her neckline down with rough movents. Her generous breasts fell free, held up only by the edge of her dress acting as an obscene shelf.
Her areolas were large and a pale pink that nearly blended into her skin, crowned by peaks now completely red from the constant stimulation. Of all the girls Ren had ever seen, Nejire definitely had the most beautiful chest. Full without being excessive, perfectly shaped, undeniably erotic. She grabbed one with both hands and pinched the tip with brutal force.
"Hyaaaaa-aaaah!" The cry tore through the air.
As her fingers closed around the fullness, the flesh yielded with astonishing elasticity while her nipple was trapped in a relentless grip. Ren couldn't look away. The contrast between her pale skin and the vivid red of her abused nipples created an image that clashed violently with her usually angelic face.
"It hurts... it hurts so much, but it feels so... strange! Ahhh!" she panted as her other hand joined the assault.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned when she applied pressure to both nipples at the sa ti.
Nejire looked down, hypnotized by the sight of her own breasts spilling over the crumpled edge of her dress. And then, in a move Ren hadn't anticipated, she leaned forward and bit her own left nipple.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE — Sunday Bonus Drop
Hey, you beautiful degenerates.
Yes, I'm talking to you — the ones who've been here since the beginning, reading this cursed little fanfic and sohow keeping it alive chapter by chapter. You're the reason this story still exists, and I genuinely an that.
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