#mp reigen

You both had a long night, the kind that ends in the bedroom, on a high that leads straight to Cloud Nine. 

There’s a noticeable skip to Reigen’s step, an energetic boom to his voice as he checks off his list of appointments, nailing each one after your little confidence booster from last night.

Serizawa and Mob cover the last assignment, sans Reigen. “Serizawa, it’s time for you to show some more responsibility. Mob will chaperone you. He knows what to look for.” Never mind the fact that he’s sending a middle schooler to supervise a grown ass man, but Serizawa is flattered all the same, truly believing this is an opportunity for growth. Besides, he’s become the definition of self-improvement, and more jobs on his own means he’s doing something right.

“Ahhh, now that they’re gone, what should I do…” Reigen stretches, arms to the ceiling with audible pop, pop, pops coming from his joints after a busy day of massages— 

Er, spectral purification sessions.

“Might as well check the cameras…” Cracking the laptop open, he boots up the recording program, expecting nothing important…

Until he sees that, despite what he thought, he hadn’t turned off the cameras from your rendezvous. It captured everything — you on your knees, your mouth bobbing on his cock, him cumming all over your face and tits.

“Mmm, thank you for the meal.” Your voice isn’t that clear, but his brain is filling in the gaps, and the tent in his slacks is becoming more obvious by the second.

He’s not going to touch himself.

He won’t.

He’s just going to… Adjust himself.

Yeah. Adjust.

The computer dings: USB drive connected.

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