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The first thing Reigen says when she enters the office is: "What happened to your skirt?"

And then, as if realizing how inappropriate that is: "I mean, it looks different."

"It's the same skirt." Ritsu sets her bag down on the desk Shigeo uses, and watches as Reigen's eyes settle on her lower half, going down the length of her bare legs. It fills her with a delicious sense of triumph. 

It is the same skirt, even though Reigen doesn't look like he believes it. Ritsu is usually a model student, wearing her uniform the way she's expected to; she is a member of the student council, after all. She has to set an example, and she works for it.

But today is a Wednesday. Wednesdays are different. Wednesdays need her to detach herself from who she is at school, because her life outside of it has nothing to do with that.

On Wednesdays, she heads into the girls' bathroom after school to fix her hair and refresh her lip gloss before she heads out to her brother's part-time job.

Today, though, it's a bit different. The teachers had made a fuss out of the girls wearing their skirts too short, because last week, one of them had tripped over in the hallways and flashed a teacher by accident.

Ritsu had thought about that all day. Wondered what would happen if she were to fall over while working at Spirits and Such. Would Reigen help her up, or freeze? 

Would the sight of her in a vulnerable position make him think of her as more than just ‘Mob's little sister’? 

Maybe he'd think about her later when he was alone at home, lying in bed with no one by his side. Maybe he'd touch himself to the thought of her, the way Ritsu sometimes imagined he did when she was lying in her bed, unable to sleep during late hours of the night. 

Ritsu is, to her knowledge, the only woman in Reigen’s life. Shigeo has never seen any signs of a girlfriend or lover, and the one time he’d mistakenly assumed a client was a date, Reigen had laughed so hard Shigeo had been embarrassed all the way until he got home. Which was why Ritsu knew about it at all.

She knows Reigen definitely likes women because she’s seen his porn folder (by accident), and caught him ogling large-breasted ladies when they’re out on a job, and overheard him arguing with Dimple about whether tits are better or asses (not an accident). 

She’s not sure about the men, but knowing he doesn’t have any lovers, and also likes women is enough. For now. 

Reigen is single, pathetic and a pervert. Ritsu is young, smart, accomplished and pretty. There is no reason for Ritsu to not be on Reigen’s radar, even if she is way out of his league. Reigen has always had ambitions he’s not capable of achieving. That’s why he started Spirits & Such, despite being devoid of psychic powers. 

That’s what Ritsu had told herself, when she headed into the girls’ bathroom after school and came out with her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, fresh lip gloss with the barest hint of eyeliner, and her skirt rolled up so it reached mid-thigh. Just enough to keep her covered while walking, but short enough for any average pervert to notice.

And of course, because Reigen is not just an average pervert, but a major one, he’d be sure to notice. 

Which is why Ritsu feels somewhat smug about the fact that he notices the skirt, but not the eyeliner, even though she never wears that . 

“You’re wearing it shorter,” Reigen says, finally, and looks very pleased with himself for figuring it out. "Kind of unexpected."

“Why would you expect anything from me?”

Reigen gives her a blank look. “I don’t. It’s just sudden, that’s all. Why are you being weird?”

Ritsu opens her mouth to answer, but Reigen has already moved on. He’s not even looking at her anymore, going back to what he was doing earlier - balancing his pens in a circle on the desk. “We don’t have any clients today, so you can just do your homework, I guess.”

This is not how she’d expected it to go. He was supposed to keep staring. He was supposed to keep his eyes on her and notice all the changes, and pry into them until she’d turn the question around on him and make him admit he wanted her.

Then maybe she could be nice and let him have her. Since he’s so lonely, and clearly hasn’t gotten laid in the entire time he’s known Shigeo - and by extension, her. 

“It’s not sudden,” she says, trying to get back on topic without it being weird. “Everyone in school wears them like this. Some of us want to appeal to our boyfriends.”

Reigen looks up at that and snorts. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“I do.” A lie. 

If Reigen is surprised, he doesn’t show it.

“Well, even if you do, I think you’re too young to be wearing it like that. Middle school is still too early to be fooling around.”

“That’s what you think,” Ritsu says. “I know people who’ve gone all the way.” Not a lie. There had been one incident at the start of the year, but it had been mostly rumors. A week later, the couple in question had broken up, so there was no knowing if it was true or not.

But Reigen doesn’t have to know that.

“That’s crazy. You’re like, what, fourteen?"

Irritation claws at her. She's fifteen, and has been for a few months now. Reigen is supposed to know that, because he knows Shigeo is sixteen, and he also knows Ritsu is only a year younger.

He's either being deliberately obtuse, or he had genuinely forgotten her age, and neither of those sit well with her.

"I'm fifteen ."

Reigen waves a hand at her. "Too young. But even if it’s true, that doesn’t mean you need to do the same.”

Aha, was that jealousy pushing through? Maybe she could forgive him for forgetting her age. 

The skirt had been the right idea, after all. Maybe she should’ve gone shorter to get a stronger reaction. She’d keep that in mind for next time.

Preening, Ritsu puts her hands on her hips and juts one out, the way she’d do if she caught someone at school breaking rules. The authority pose. People listen to her when she does that. People admit to things when she asks them questions when she does that.

But Reigen is good at acting, so he’s doing his best not to give away any reactions. But that won't last very long.

“Maybe I’ve already done it,” she says. A lie. 

"Done what?"

“...you know what I mean."

Reigen frowns. "Now you're just making things up."

“I get a lot of confessions at school.”

“I’m sure you do,” Reigen says. He looks like he believes her. He doesn’t look like he’s bothered, though, and that bothers her . “But I also think you're lying."

"About what?"

"Sex," he says, bluntly, and Ritsu feels her face flush. He doesn't look like he cares. "You're not the type to do that kind of thing at fourteen. Fifteen."

He’s gotten four pens standing up, so he’s very careful when he reaches over for another one. Ritsu wonders what he’d do if she made them fall over with her powers. She could pretend it wasn’t her, and he’d never know. There’s always the wind to blame.

She doesn't though.

"You don't know anything about me," she tells him haughtily, and it’s true. "Someone like you who doesn't have any semblance of a sex life wouldn't understand."

Reigen pauses between trying to make the last pen stand up straight on the desk, and Ritsu watches gleefully as it topples over, taking all the other pens with it. Reigen frowns down at them for a second then shakes his head.

"You don't know that," he says. "I spend only three hours of the day with you, once a week. What do you know what I do with the rest of my time?"

Then he frowns deeper. "And why are you thinking about my sex life, anyway?"

Ritsu doesn't have an answer to that. Not one she can give him, at least.

And what's worse is that he's right. She has no idea what he does in his time. Their lives overlap for a small portion of the week, and it's humiliating that she spends the rest of it looking forward to that small portion while he could be off fornicating with experienced women who are older than her, with bigger boobs than her tiny A-cup, wider hips, longer legs–everything Ritsu is not.

It bites. All the confidence from earlier is gone and she feels stupid about the fact that she picked out a matching set of underwear for today, that she stayed back after school to fix her hair and adjust her skirt to make it shorter for a guy fifteen years older than her who doesn't even care .

All those bland reactions were just that: bland reactions. Because Reigen is thirty years old, and he's not a virgin. He's taken women to bed before and he's not interested in a fifteen year old whose biggest achievement in life is to get elected onto the student council.

"Oh," he says, cutting through her thoughts. When she looks up, he's put all his pens back in their little jar and has his laptop open. He taps on a pile of papers at the front of the desk. "Can you arrange some of these documents for me?"

Gritting her teeth, and reminding herself this is technically Shigeo's workplace, she stomps over to take the stack of papers and curses him under her breath as she does so.

Reigen has already turned his attention away, now scrolling away at his computer, looking just as bored as he did when she first came in.

Thirty minutes later finds her having arranged all those damn documents, completed her homework and not missing the glances Reigen keeps throwing her way, though he's not actually saying anything.

In fact, he's pretty good at being subtle. The only reason Ritsu has noticed at all is because she's looking at him too. Every once in a while, trying to rationalize his argument. 

If he has all those older women, why has he never closed the office early to go on dates? Why has she never seen any traces of someone else on him? 

Lingering perfume, marks on his neck when he undoes the top button of his shirt and loosens his tie in that sexy way she's only ever seen in movies before. Boys at her school aren't old enough to be sexy yet. Boys at her school aren't mature enough to appeal to someone like her.

Reigen isn't necessarily mature either, but when he folds his sleeves up, Ritsu's mouth goes dry at the sight of his forearms. 

When he runs his fingers through his hair, Ritsu watches, taking in the details of each strand sticking straight up before he lifts his eyes and she has to look away and pretend she hasn't been staring.

Reigen is not mature, but he is hot. Ritsu has functioning eyes, and is logical enough to admit that.

He’s lying, obviously.

In fact, thinking about it harder, he never actually said he has anyone else, either. He’d framed it as a possibility. Maybe I do , or you don’t know . She doesn’t remember exactly what he said.

She doesn’t know, and maybe he does. Maybe he has other people, other women, other men - but right now, he’s watching Ritsu from the corner of her eye, and had noticed that her skirt was too short, and started a discussion about her sex life.

Not that she has one. Yet.

Unlike what Reigen thinks, she is the type to do that kind of thing at fifteen.

Reigen is not mature, and that’s why he’s going about this in a roundabout way - making her feel wanted, and then letting her fall back when she steps in too close. Like this is a game.

Good thing Ritsu is good at games.

Ritsu is good at everything. 

One glance in his direction tells her he’s gone back to scrolling. His eyes are fixed to the screen, bored, like he’s on the verge of falling asleep, as if they weren’t boring holes into her half a second ago. 

Maybe Reigen is good at games too.

She wonders what he’d do if she were to strut over to him now. If she closed the lid of the computer and climbed over the desk. She could tease him until he gave in and kissed her. He’s not very patient, so he’d let her do it for a while, then push her down on the desk. She’d feel his dick through his pants while he touched her - A-cup and skinny body and all - and then he’d fuck her right there, and think about it every time he sat at that desk again on any other boring work day.

Her thoughts are straying. Her face feels warm, heat spreading at the back of her neck, pooling in her stomach and between her legs. She rubs her thighs together involuntarily, suddenly aware of the fact that she’s all hot and bothered about Reigen, sitting less than five meters away from him, when he’s very obviously staring at her and not even trying to hide it anymore.

She can feel his eyes on her, though she can’t see him like this. 

“You feeling okay?” he calls out, sounding concerned. Ritsu nods in response, and Reigen shrugs, turning back to the computer.

It would be too much for Ritsu to touch herself right now. Too desperate, too lewd - Reigen is right there, and he’d definitely notice. 

But god , she wants to. She wants him to.

She wants him to notice, and come over, say some corny line about helping her out and then replacing her hand with his.

Reigen is a good-for-nothing, pathetic pervert who uses her brother to cover up his own lies, but he has a nice face and nice arms and nice hands and even with all her attempts at convincing herself this is just a ploy to make him admit he wants her, the truth is that Ritsu wants him - desperately.

She takes a few deep breaths, composing herself. He’s gone back to his scrolling, and when she sits up, he’s not watching her either. She deliberates her options. 

She could leave, and pretend none of this happened. 

She could try again. Ritsu is not a quitter. 

Standing up, she announces, “I’m going to the toilet.” Reigen doesn’t respond, but that’s okay. There’ll be time for that later.

Once the door is locked behind her, Ritsu considers it again - touching herself. Reigen isn’t here to notice, and she could get away with it. Her panties are wet and sticky and she could get it over with, wash up and go back to life as usual. They can put the past hour behind them, and pretend it never happened.

But that’s not what Ritsu wants. She wants him to admit it - that he’s a gross old man who wants her, and that he was lying earlier. That he was jealous when she insinuated that she wasn’t a virgin, and when she said she had a boyfriend.

They both know she was lying. And they both know he was lying. 

Or at least, Ritsu is 99% sure he was lying. The 1% floats around in her head, making her reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror suddenly look too inadequate, her face too childish to be sexy. 

But no, she has an agenda, and she’s sticking to it. Ritsu is not a quitter. 

Her panties are just as wet and sticky as she thought they were, but it’s mortifying to actually see it when she slips them off. She crumples them up in her hand, makes sure there’s no stains on her legs or skirt, and goes back into the office.

Reigen doesn’t notice her approach, nor does he hear it when she locks the door with her powers. He’s still scrolling, the colors on the screen lighting up his face one by one.

She’s still wearing her uniform, her shoes and socks and everything else, but without the panties, she feels naked. It’s too airy under the skirt. Sticky.

She drops the panties on the floor in front of the desk and leans over it, pushing at the laptop screen to close it. Reigen looks up at her in annoyance. 

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?”

“What am I–?” He sighs, shakes his head and leans back in the chair. “Ritsu. What’s wrong with you today?”

“Why would you assume something’s wrong?”

Reigen gives her a look. “Is this your way of saying you don’t want to work anymore? You can go home if you want, you know, I’m not holding you hostage here or anything.”

Ritsu rolls her eyes. She stands up straight and walks around the desk, kicking lightly at the panties on the floor as she passes them. Reigen doesn’t notice, because he doesn’t know they’re there at all. He only watches her as she approaches, looking annoyed at having his mindless scrolling interrupted.

The irritation turns to shock when she swings one leg over him and seats herself in his lap.

“What the– Ritsu–”

“Admit you were lying,” she says.

“About what?” he snaps.”Do you really have to do this here? Like this? ”

“Yes. Admit you were lying earlier, when you–” 

Reigen interrupts her by grabbing her shoulders and holding her in place. “Look, Ritsu, just–”

Annoyed, Ritsu squirms in his grip, batting at his hands to make him let go, and Reigen responds by pushing her back. His legs drag out from under her, creating delightful, delightful friction and a loud moan escapes her before she’s able to stop herself.

A horrible, mortifying silence settles. She can’t meet his eyes. She’s slumped over the edge of the desk, chest heaving, eyes fixed on the knot of his tie. In her peripheral vision, she can see the way her skirt has bunched up. A little more and she’d be putting herself on display. 

Maybe she already is. She doesn’t know what’s visible from his angle.

Reigen is silent. Humiliatingly so. When she dares to look up, his eyes are blown wide, locked somewhere on his thigh. Ritsu follows his gaze and sees, to her horror, a wet spot where she’d been sitting less than ten seconds ago. 

Shame settles into her stomach. Ritsu bites her lip, wondering if he’s going to say anything. He’s not stupid; he’s obviously figured out what it is, and whether or not she’s wearing anything under her skirt. 

When he does speak, after a few long seconds of disgraceful silence, Ritsu isn’t expecting the words. 

“I understand now.” Reigen lifts his eyes to meet hers, and as surprised as he was earlier, it seems to be replaced with smugness. He smirks - a horrible, infuriating smirk that makes her face scrunch up in a scowl, makes the tiny hair on her arms stand up on end. “You were hounding me about my sex life because you have a crush on me.”

Ritsu sputters. Her face feels hot, and she wants to wipe that smirk off his face with her powers and send him barreling. “I do not ,” she snaps, but it doesn’t sound very convincing when her voice wavers like that, and she’s sitting in his lap with her panties on the floor on the other side of the desk, and there’s a wet spot on his pants where her pussy had been. 

“If you say so.”

“I do say so,” she tells him arrogantly, lifting her head so she’s looking at him past her nose. “Besides, you’re the pervert here, you're 30 years old with a teenage girl in your lap and you’re–” 

Ritsu drops her eyes to his crotch, and stumbles over her words. Not hard. She can’t say that.

“I’m?” He sounds almost amused. 

“Y-you’re…not even making any attempt to push me off,” she finishes weakly. 

"And the fact that you put yourself or that you’re staring at my dick here doesn't mean anything?"

"No."

“Right,” he says, and leans back in his chair. “Whatever you say.”

Now she’s embarrassed in more ways than one. Is she really so undesirable that he wouldn’t feel anything when he knows she’s turned on? 

Maybe he really wasn’t lying about his sex life. Maybe Ritsu has just been taking him for something he isn’t, all this time, and he’s not even remotely attracted to her, even when she’s basically thrown aside her pride to let him know she wants him. 

She imagines him with someone else. He’s handsome enough, and can definitely charm people if he tries. He's probably taken plenty of people to bed. Maybe he's the type who doesn't commit, and that's why she's never seen him with anyone else before.

Maybe that's why he doesn't even bat an eyelash at her–because he's already got everything so much better than she is.

All that insecurity from earlier comes rushing back to hit harder, full-force. To her surprise, there is a lump in her throat. She's not going to cry, she's not. She’s humiliated herself enough as it is.

“Whatever,” she says, doing everything in her capacity to make sure her voice doesn't shake, and stands. “I’ll do you a favor and won’t tell anyone that you’re a pervert.”

Reigen doesn’t say anything, and she hates him for it a little more. Always talking, always saying useless things, but when it’s time to give answers, he’s got no words in him at all.

“Move, I’m going,” she says. She’s still straddling him, and now that he knows she’s not wearing anything under the skirt, she feels self-conscious about lifting her legs to move away. What if she flashes him by accident? After all this, he’d think it was deliberate, and she’d never be able to live it down. 

Reigen shrugs. “Then go.”

“Then move .”

“Go back the way you came.” Then he looks at his thigh again, and rubs a thumb over the spot. Almost gently. Ritsu watches him do it, embarrassment and some kind of desperation rushing through her body and going straight down between her legs. She wants to close her thighs so badly, but both of Reigen’s are in the way. “Ah, is that what you did?”

It takes a second for Ritsu to realize what he means.

“As if I could ever do that because of you ,” she snaps, angrily pushing him back so she can step out. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, you’re just a perverted old man.”

Reigen’s hand wraps around her wrist as she turns to leave, and she has a second to think about the fact that it’s big and warm and fits so easily around her skinny arms, before she’s being pulled back and falling into his lap. Back to chest. Her skirt has gotten pushed dangerously high up her thighs. Just a little more and… 

Ritsu’s heart thuds loudly in her chest.. 

“I think you can,” Reigen says quietly, breath warm on her ear. The hand that isn’t holding her tightly settles on her bare thigh. It’s about the same width. Her feet don’t reach the floor. She feels so small in his hold. “I think you would .”

Ritsu watches his fingers move - up up up, and settle right at the hem of the skirt. He plays with the cloth, but doesn’t do anything else. 

“You really do act like you hate me, don’t you?” His voice is back to normal now. The usual, irritating way he speaks, like he knows everything. “I thought I’d done something to offend you at some point, because I couldn’t figure out why you’d hate me so much. But I guess you were just trying to hide the fact that you like me.”

“I don’t like you,” Ritsu grits out. “I hate you.”

Reigen ignores her. “You could have said it nicely, you know. I wouldn’t have made fun of you. I’m almost flattered.”

He moves his hand again as he says it, shifting further up her thigh and taking the skirt with it. Ritsu’s eyes are fixed on it. If he moves his finger just a bit he’d feel how wet she is, already. But then, he already knows that.

He lets go of her hand then, and the one holding it comes to rest on her stomach, holding her in place. Ritsu takes a deep breath. She doesn’t like him - she doesn’t . 

Liking someone, and simply being attracted to them are different things.

Attraction doesn’t mean anything substantial. She’s fifteen, and her hormones are all over the place. Reigen is hot and happens to be right there. That’s all there is to it. That’s all it’s been . 

She hates him for taking advantage of her brother and for being a lying fraud, and she hates him for making her feel invisible and worthless. She hates him for never treating her to ramen the way he treats Shigeo, and she hates him for lying to her and making her feel undesirable after all the effort she’d put into trying to convince herself she was.

"I don’t like you," she tries again, but Reigen cuts her off by shifting, pulling her higher up in his lap and pressing his lips to the back of her neck. 

It's not a kiss, not yet. It's just his lips on her skin, but she feels like her senses are on overdrive. 

In this position, she can feel the rough fabric of his cheap suit pants on her skin, the hint of stubble on his jaw that she hadn't noticed earlier. The smell of his cologne mixed with the smoke from his cigarettes.

The feeling of his hands–one sitting innocently, dangerously close to the junction of her thighs, the other on her stomach, putting in the barest hint of pressure.

His dick pressing into her ass.

“Okay,” he says. “I think you’re cute, though.”

Ritsu bites her lip, breathing in deep. She doesn’t like him. She’s humiliated herself more times today than in her entire life. She’s thought about Reigen’s hands on her every day for two years. Reigen thinks she’s cute.

It’s not sexy , like she wanted, or pretty , which is still closer. But cute is–cute is good. The fact that he thinks she’s cute means that he thinks of her at all. 

And besides, he has his hands on her. He’s hard. That means something. 

In a small voice, gathering all the courage she has, Ritsu murmurs, "Please touch me."

"Hm? What did you say?" He's straight up fucking with her now. She wishes he’d just fuck her instead. “Maybe I misheard you.”

“I’ll kill you,” she growls, but the threat is lost in a loud moan when Reigen slips his hand under her skirt and runs his finger up her crease. 

“I knew you were doing something at your desk,” he says, sounding smug. “I guess you are the type to do this at fifteen.”

This is probably a cue to get embarrassed, but there is only so much embarrassment left in her when she’s sitting in his lap dripping wet with her legs spread open. She has some argument at the tip of her tongue about how he’d been the one to say she was too young, but it never manages to get past her lips.

Reigen finds her embarrassment funny, that asshole. He’s teasing her by pressing the pad of his fingers to her cunt and then taking them away every time the pressure becomes good enough.

Inside , she wants to say, but she keeps her lips shut tight because she doesn’t trust herself to be able to say anything without moaning. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing he can bring that out of her when he’s fucked around with her as much as he has.

Reigen hums low in her ear, sounding like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself, that jerk, then presses again at her opening and slips one finger inside.

Ritsu tries to stop the gasp, but doesn’t quite manage. She covers her mouth with both hands, but the damage is done. He laughs a bit, but doesn’t say anything.

It’s only one finger, and he’s only one knuckle deep, but his fingers are so much bigger and thicker than hers. It’s already too much. The two-something years of fantasizing about Reigen fucking her in this very seat come rushing back. 

Despite all her irritation and anger, and the word cute floating around in her head, Ritsu feels so sexy.

It’s enough to relax her. She settles back against Reigen’s chest and looks down at his hand, where his finger is slowly sliding in, little by little. It’s kind of weird; she’s only used her own fingers inside a few times, but his are also a lot bigger. The stretch is different; better. 

Ritsu’s brain is clouding over. She’d imagined this in a million different ways, but now that it’s happening, she has no idea what to do. Reigen is being awfully attentive, listening to all the sounds she’s not bothering to hide anymore, making sure to do exactly what feels good. 

He has two fingers inside, stretching her open. She’s squirming, grinding down on his hand. More–she wants more . He’s being too gentle for all his teasing and mocking, too careful for someone who’s supposed to be a perverted old liar.

At the back of her mind, she realizes he probably wasn’t lying about all his experience, though she has no idea if that means he’s seeing anyone after hours or not. But it’s not something she’s capable of thinking about, because her brain had melted in that first instance when Reigen had put his hands on her bare skin and left her incapable of coherent thought.

“How long were you planning this?” he says now. Ritsu opens her mouth to respond, tell him she wasn’t planning anything, thank you very much, but it dies on her tongue because he adds another finger, curls both and a wave of sudden pleasure rushes through her body.

Ritsu moans loudly, arching her back and blanks out.

Reigen laughs, quietly. She registers this in a blur, slumped against him, watching as he pulls his fingers out of her - wet and sticky - and brings them up to his mouth. 

“You’re gross,” She manages to say. “Pervert.”

“Uh-huh.” Reigen nods. “Whatever you say.”

He reaches towards the desk for the tissue box, arching over her. Ritsu feels it again - his dick pressed to her ass. There’s no more strength in her body, but she gathers whatever’s left and using his own weight on her as leverage, wriggles a bit.

Reigen gasps out loud, freezing. The tissue is forgotten, and he grabs her by the shoulders instead. Gleefully, she does it again. 

Reigen hisses, sits up straight and pushes her off. Ritsu stands, unsteady on her feet - her knees are shaking - and holds onto the edge of the table. 

“Stop that.”

Reigen stands up too, towering over her. He’s not as intimidating as he thinks he’s being - first, because he’s Reigen, and second, because the tent in his pants is too visible for her to take him seriously. Ritsu reaches out and brushes her fingers over it. He grabs her hand, the same way he had when he’d first pulled her into his lap.

Ritsu is an esper, so she could send him flying if she wanted. But this doesn’t cross her mind. All she can think about is his hand, and the fact that it’s the same hand with which he made her come with two fingers, that his dick is hard, and the desk is right behind her.

“Why?” 

“ Ritsu .” 

Feeling a lot bolder, Ritsu pushes away the laptop, the pens, the stacks of useless papers taking up desk space. She pushes herself up on it, cheating a bit with her powers because her legs are still failing her. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” 

Reigen eyes darken, and he looks down at her for a moment, as if contemplating his options. He only really has one option, even if he doesn’t know it. Ritsu is not a quitter. 

“I didn’t know you could be such a…” he trails off. Ritsu frowns. 

“Such a what?”

“Nothing.”

“Such a what?”

“Such a slut.”

Ritsu’s face flushes. The vulgarity shouldn’t mean anything now, considering she’s still coming down from an orgasm he gave her, but the word on his tongue feels lewd and dirty.

“I’m not .”

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me.” Reigen puts his hands on her shoulders and she finds herself being pushed down onto the table. He lets go to fold his sleeves up, leaving on display those arms that show up in all her fantasies, and loosens his tie with one hand. 

Ritsu bites her lip and reaches up to grab the end of it, pulling him down to her level.

She kisses him. Lips to lips, not knowing how she’s supposed to kiss someone during sex, or how she’s supposed to kiss someone at all, given she has no experience.

Reigen does though, because he responds, opening her mouth with his and kissing her the way kissing is supposed to be done, and whatever Ritsu was thinking, about defenses and arguments and slut , is suddenly gone. 

His hands settle on her thighs, spreading them so there is space for him to lean forward, putting his weight on her. He rolls his hips forward, grinding his dick into her and she lets out a muffled moan into his mouth.

If Ritsu felt small before, she’s feeling ten times smaller now. Reigen does not work out, but he’s much taller than her and his body covers hers easily. 

She lets herself be kissed, thinking dazedly Reigen-san is kissing me , and somehow that’s a lot more embarrassing than Reigen-san has his fingers inside me , which is a thought that had crossed her mind a few times, but in her desperation to get off, never quite managed to settle.

Thinking of it now, she wants that feeling back, but more of it. More and more and more . It feels like her whole body is throbbing, aching - she wants him to fuck her already. She wants him to hold her down and manhandle her when she pretends to complain. 

Obviously, she’s never going to say it out loud or tell him what she wants; he’s supposed to figure it out on his own. He’s supposed to have his way with her like he did earlier, while Ritsu puts up a fake fight.

He’s supposed to fill her up and fuck her over the desk until she can’t think straight anymore.

She reaches down between them, fingers brushing over the waistband. It’s as close of a hint she’s willing to give him right now, but he’s attentive and careful, so luckily, he gets it. Reigen pulls away and pushes off, and Ritsu watches as he unbuckles his pants and pushes them down his thighs, taking his boxers with them. 

Ritsu’s eyes widen. That is–that is a dick.

She has seen one before, of course. Diagrams in biology textbooks, Shigeo’s when they were younger, sneaky internet searches on incognito browser windows. 

She’s thought about it too, enough; in her late night sessions with herself under the covers, in the shower, and embarrassingly enough, in classes when the lecture is boring and she zones out.

But she’s never seen a grown man’s erect penis before - especially not up close. Reigen’s dick is longer than she’d expected from a dick at all, but not very thick.

It juts out from his hips, flushed dark, and she sees precum beading on the head. 

It curves a bit to the left, which is a detail she didn’t know about penises, and Ritsu watches in fascination as he wraps a hand around it and strokes himself to full hardness.

“Let me suck it,” she says before she can stop herself. 

Reigen looks at her in amusement. “Maybe next time.”

It’s a no, plain and simple, and Ritsu doesn’t like being told no. She scowls at him, but feels a little thrill at it too.

Next time means that it’ll happen again. Next time means that she’ll come over next Wednesday, and maybe he’ll push her under the desk and fuck her face. Next time means that she could be one of the people he spends his time with after hours - in his office, on dates, in the apartment Ritsu hasn’t seen yet.

“Fuck me then,” she says, and Reigen laughs again. He leans over her, kisses her mouth messily.

“I want to,” he tells her, and it sends a shudder through her body, all the way down to her toes. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t care .”

He kisses down her jawline to her neck. His hands trace up her sides, under her shirt and it’s only when they reach her bra that she realizes, in the back of her mind, that he hasn’t touched her breasts at all.

His cock brushes against her, and she wants it inside so desperately, but she has no idea how it’s going to fit. It looks too big. Too thick, too long. She’s so small, he’s going to tear her apart.

“I’m not putting it in,” he says with finality. Some part of her is relieved, and the other wants to throw a tantrum. If Reigen doesn’t fuck her right now, she’ll die. If Reigen fucks her right now, she’ll die. She doesn’t have many options.

“Look,” he says, and takes his hands out from under her shirt. “Like this.”

He rolls her over onto her stomach, pulling her down so she’s standing on the ground again, bent over the desk with her ass in the air. It’s embarrassing enough as it is, and Reigen makes it worse by smacking it. Ritsu yelps and curses at him under her breath, but she feels hot all over, wondering what he’s going to do next. 

If she’d forgotten how horny she is because of the arguing, she remembers it now. Reigen holds her hips, lifts her skirt and slides his cock between her legs, rubbing the length of it along her cunt. Ritsu bites her lip hard.

Reigen arches over her, biting at her ear. “I’ll fuck you properly next time,” he promises.

Next time , he’d said again. Ritsu sighs, burying her face in the crook of her arms as Reigen thrusts between her thighs, and reaches around with one hand to rub her clit with his thumb, and Ritsu is coming for the second time. Reigen buries his nose in her hair, and with a loud groan, comes as well.

She feels gross. Her legs are all sticky and Reigen’s come has stained the inside of her uniform skirt. She’s going to have to wash it all right now, if she doesn’t want it to become a pain when she gets home, but that would mean having to strip naked in the office, and she doesn’t want to do that.

Not that there’s a lot left to hide, at this point, but still. 

Reigen has recovered already, tucking himself back into his pants and cleaning his hands with a tissue. Ritsu is still slumped over the desk, too tired to feel embarrassed. 

The phone rings. Reigen picks it up immediately, all that teasing gone, his voice business-like and professional as usual. He talks like he’s been working, and for the third time that day, Ritsu wonders if Reigen sees her as attractive at all.

He’s still not paying attention to her, as attentive as he’d been during . He leans over her to grab a pen and a notepad and scribbles down an address. Ritsu watches him talk, not really listening, and hang up the phone. 

“We have a job,” he says. “Wash up, and we’ll head out.”

Ritsu pushes herself up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and trying to compose herself. She’s not going to be bothered by the fact that Reigen cares more about the job than her. He has a one-track mind, after all.

She shouldn’t be surprised.

“It’s just broken plumbing, from the sound of it,” he continues, as if he doesn’t notice the dark look on her face. “But the client is very disturbed because she thinks a ghost keeps flooding her kitchen, so we’ll take it.”

Ritsu nods absently, wondering if she has her gym uniform in her bag. It’d be too small and revealing to wear out, but it’s better than cum-stained clothes.

“You can wear this while your clothes are wet,” Reigen says, and Ritsu looks up to see him holding out a girl’s school uniform. It looks like her size. 

She looks back at him suspiciously.

“I needed it for a job,” he tells her hastily. “I’m not a weirdo.”

“You just fucked me.”

“I didn’t fuck you yet,” he clarifies. “Fine, but I did actually need it for a job. Take it or don’t.”

Ritsu snatches it from him. Clean clothes are better than no clothes, and he doesn’t seem to be lying. Even though the uniform is too close to her size for it to be a coincidence.

“Mob wore that one, stop looking at me like that.”

“ Nii-san?”

“We–it’s a long story, ask him about it later. We need to hurry.”

“I can’t leave my clothes here.”

“You can get them when we get back.” 

Ritsu looks at the uniform again and sighs, heading towards the bathroom to change.

“You’re forgetting these,” Reigen calls out behind her. She turns to see him holding the panties she’d dropped on the floor. She’d completely forgotten about those. So much had happened after that first initial moment she’d convinced herself that this was a good idea, it feels like a lifetime ago. It hasn’t even been two hours.

She reaches out to take them, but he grabs her arm and pulls her into a wet, open-mouthed kiss, letting his hand linger on her butt for a moment before he drops both, her arm and the panties, and turns back around, fixing his own clothes in front of the mirror.

Ritsu stands there for a moment, stunned. Her lips tingle. Then she turns around and heads towards the bathroom, locking the door behind her. 

Maybe the skirt had been a good idea after all. Maybe next time she’ll wear it shorter, and get a stronger reaction. Maybe he’ll actually fuck her over the desk next time.

As she slips out of the dirty clothes, Ritsu wonders if he’d treat her to ramen today.