Asstrologers

by Seiker Hikaru

Sports, whether they be normal competitions or even gambling, have plenty of side work to be done. The community of Keijo is the same, thus where the Agents come in. Planning times, making sure clients are in top condition, etc. Seems simple, at least, that's what Ryugu Mikado thought at first. How wrong one can be, when things are as wild as Keijo is. Collab with Axormin!

1. Hip 1

Hip 1: Welcome to the World!

The young man's slumber on the long bus ride had been relatively uninterrupted, something to his liking when he had to sit around for hours with nothing to do or even remotely anything to think of, besides what he saw passing by on the roads. Not really the kind of thoughts one preferred keeping his mind occupied really preferred, one might add.

Though for him, slumber didn't last much longer as a prodding on the side of his face began rousing him out of dreamless unconsciousness, ocean blue eyes slowly opening to the fuzz of waking up from a long time of sleep, one of the first colors to register being the crimson shade of his own hair as the messy locks drifted in front of his eyes.

An audible huff was heard next to him, a familiar hand tapping his face in practiced repetition.

"Mikado-kun. Mikado-kun, did you not get that much sleep the week prior?"

"Hmmm? Who… ngh… so tired…" The young man muttered, drawing a hand across his face to try and get the sleep out of his eyes, the other hand batting away whoever was prodding at his face, "I'm… I'm up just… stop poking me dammit…"

"Nice to see you're in the land of beautiful women again." The young man spoke in an amused fashion, it being clear he'd done this before.

"Of course you're the one who wakes me up…" Mikado grumbled, his vision clearing as he turned his head to view the fellow sitting next to him, "So, we finally there, Isozaki?"

'Isozaki' moved his long red scarf covered in a overly stylish pattern of the 尻 kanji from over his mouth, staring out the window as he leaned over Mikado, who was next to the window out of preference, mainly because it made sleeping easier.

"Well, we're on Awaji Island at the least." Isozaki divulged, pushing his wild yet stylish dark brownish red hair behind his ears, taking his glasses off and using the scarf to rub them clean, showing no regard for his physical closeness to Mikado in this elongated moment.

"Well at least we're on the island and not miles away from it." Mikado hummed, setting his slender chin on an equally slender hand, his pale, long fingers curling under his cheek as he stared at the window, brushing aside his bangs to see easier, the expanse before him equal parts the sea, considering the location, and greenery. "Any idea how much longer until Setouchi? My legs are still asleep…"

Isozaki smirked, putting his large tablet (with many images of bikinied women's rears on the list of profile screens) on his lap as he crossed one of his legs on his other knee. "Well, I'd say about thirty maybe five minutes till we're there… It's been awhile since I was here for the player exams." He had a look of remembrance on his face, one hinting of fond memories. "I wonder how those two's trip are coming along… Sayaka is likely getting a migraine dealing with Kaminashi as a traveling companion…"

"Right… you stuck around for the player exams because your two clients were taking them…" Mikado muttered, pulling out his phone, a quick swipe opening it, his left eye closing as he looked at the device, "I didn't stick around for the obvious reason… those tests weren't as hard as I thought they'd be. You however, got in on recommendation if I remember."

Isozaki gave his best friend a peace sign with a toothy smile. "Regalia chosen and proud!"

Mikado gave a hum in response, flicking through his message inbox, "Right, that one agency I read fell from grace for some reason." A quick glance was given to Isozaki, almost expectant of something to come as he also glanced at the opened files on the other young man's tablet, "And they picked you up… would ask as to why, but I'm not sure I wanna know what insane explanation I'm gonna get."

Isozaki gave a distance look as his agency's grim and bitter fate was mentioned. "Yeah… Vulture's Goketsu affair… Wasn't his fault really… butt anyway-"

"Don't use a rear based pun… please." Mikado interjected, getting shot a surprised look in return for it, only returning it with his ever cold gaze.

"Fine, fine. Well Boss saw I had potential… though i think always having the two extremes of oral moisture isn't pleasant… but that's what i get for being a rarity among agents."

Mikado only gave Isozaki as flat a look he could give with one eye open, letting out a sigh as he looked back to his phone, "You're the only guy I know who refers to your taste as "ascendant"... it's a bit unnerving truth be told. Don't act like your preferences make you some "enlightened" being… cause that'll get annoying, fast."

Isozaki sighed, only to explode into enthusiasm. "Yeah, Yeah. You're not the last one who tells me that. But it's not like i shouldn't brag about what I got to spare. I have to be cheerful about what am I or who will even want to hire me, Mikado-kun? Being special does have it perks, remember when I helped your old team with some of my winning strategies." His cheerful expression briefly turned somber. "Or do you even want to remember those days.."

"..." A silent response came from Mikado, his expression going from non-reactive to glum, not even needing to say a word to get across he didn't want to speak of whatever Isozaki was referring to, merely giving a glance at the window again to check progress, "Still trees… where the hell is the town on this island?"

Isozaki looked at the bus ceiling and then shifted his whole posture back towards his old friend. "The nearest town's a twenty minute bus ride, at best from Setouchi. So just wait a few minutes and we'll be there. Or if you want… you could just pass the time listening to some.. Videos i have of the players i've gathered data together with… especially the ones with my beloved queen." he sent Mikado's way a teasing smile that went ear to ear, at which the rich redhead responded by giving an unamused glance.

"Thanks but no thanks…" Mikado grumbled, "But, for sake of my memory, allow me to do a recap and see if I'm right… six months ago, no thanks to my insane sister and you, I "willingly" took the exams to be signed up as a prospective agent for Keijo, that new gambling sport that's been all the rage here in Japan the past decade… well, that's the short description of it anyway."

"Just about eleven years now actually… Let's be honest here Mikado-kun, what's wrong with looking at and working with some of the sexiest and strongest young woman in the country… and maybe the world? Besides what were you doing for the last two years anyway?...this is the path you're now walking on.. So just see how it goes.. unless you're a cute little sub to your girl loving sister and this whole thing for you is this long con mindgame in hopes of widening your horizons…" Isozaki chuckled to himself, Mikado being sure to shoot him a subtle glare for the remark involving his sister and their often… odd relationship due to her field of work.

"Chi more or less kicked me out so I'd do something. And… things happened. Things I don't feel the need to talk about." Mikado's voice was flat in tone, but said "don't press this further" all the same. "I still find the nature of the sport insane… in theory. Who even had the idea for it anyway?"

Such was the nature of the sport known as Keijo, where only women competed, and their only choice of "armaments" in the competition were rear and chest. A booming gambling sport in Japan, but in the rest of the world… not a lick of it catching on outside of the more tropical countries despite the lucratively insane amounts of money being thrown at it, a fact Mikado knew first and foremost no thanks to his mogul of a sister.

Isozaki gave a smile as he put away his tablet, resting his head on his closed hand. "Considering the alternatives.. You should be happy Meta-types have their powers limited to those regions.. But anyway. You know what Sumo is, right? Well this is gravure sumo to a minor extent. And for those that are deep in the meta of it can see even more interesting aspects of the sport… you'd know that of all people. Because this sport isn't that amazing without that edge to it.. But this is something I've chosen to give my all towards."

"Don't start with the puns again. I'll figure it out as I go anyway… not like I have many choices. I'm here on this bus after all." Mikado said, sighing again and staring out of the window. "I'm just bored."

Isozaki pouted with slight confusion."I never get if you miss the meaning of what i said, or just disregard it… but whatever.. You'll learn it when you take the intro course… Y'know I was wonder why you don't call me by my nickname like everyone else I know. Do you not like it or something?"

"What, that "Kiss" nickname? I don't know the context, so I'm not gonna use it." Mikado replied, glancing at his friend as he spun his phone on his hand, "Look, it's not a big deal, so don't bother about it… it doesn't mean much to me."

Isozaki laid into his seat, turning away from Mikado. "By the ass maiden of the mountain… he's really changed.. What happened to the inspiring leader Mikado i grew up with?" The Regalia agent sat up straight in a practiced posture, turning back to face Mikado. "So, how's your eyes, that weird measurements thing still happening randomly for you? That really shouldn't be happening for unless you want to know those pointless numbers.."

"Hey this… thing I can do annoys the shit out of me okay?" Mikado grumbled, a hand now near his closed left eye, "I don't even know how it happens, much less why. It just does… it's why I ditched the player try outs, all those random numbers were giving me a killer migraine." Mikado rather notably shifted his left leg, his free hand rubbing his thigh as if accenting the point of his statement.

Isozaki sat back up straight and gave a smile to his best friend, giving the impression he was almost going to laugh. "Mikado-kun, It's something you'll just have to get used to. I grew to endure having no control over the bodily functions of my mouth...despite that I do know what it's like to be used for my talents and only them. " he quickly adopted a troubled look as a painful memory returned to the front of his mind. "Not like I'd ever want to deal with that Ivashin bitch again, I just get tilted thinking about her manipulative personality wrapped around by her annoyingly sexy body " He grumbled to himself as he was lost within the traumatic memory.

"That needs context, but I won't press it..." Mikado hummed, then sitting straight when the scenery began changing, "Finally… so, if the images I saw were correct, we're here, right?"

"Yeap, welcome to the main keijo academy for the west side of Japan. I'm still amazed you were one of the first to leave the beautiful premises when you finished your tests… just booked it with no fanfare. I think you could have made some decent friends there.." Isozaki reflected, folding his arms behind his head as he stretched himself in his seat.

"I didn't see a reason in sticking around… besides, my eye was getting annoyingly dry around all those players… eye drops ain't cheap." Mikado replied, cracking his knuckles and then stretching his arms. "And it's only gonna get worse while I'm here, I bet."

"I wonder if she's wearing the stuff we got heartbound over… She'd kill me if i took this off." Isozaki muttered to himself, only to give Mikado a very familiar grin as he heard his words. "Oh, You to need to just grow to love the nirvana meat all being showcased for us. Majority of the ladies here will find it a compliment if you tell them you find their body attractive!" To break him out of his moment of warm passion, Isozaki started to give out sounds of mastication as his mouth felt dry and then overwhelmingly moist "...I need to find her or I'm going to choke on all my saliva." he mumbled to himself in complete disregard for his surroundings, particularly Mikado's annoyed expression.

"Again, that needs context. But maybe I shouldn't ask why that'd happen." Mikado dryly, and blatantly sarcastically, muttered, sighing as he folded his arms, shifting his left leg again to get the stiffness out of it, "Are we gonna pull up to the school anytime soon or what?"

Isozaki stood as the bus came to a stop, almost sending him crashing into the seat in front of him. His sudden movement causing no reaction from the young man. "Mikado-Kun, Do I even need to answer that?" He joked in hopes of lightening his friend's mood.

"Funny." Mikado replied, giving a small scoff, picking up the duffel bag carrying some of his things, "Let's just get off this damn thing, I'm stiff as hell… and don't make an innuendo else the thing that'll be sitting on your face'll be my duffel bag instead of an ass."

"Oh…that's so cruel!" Isozaki said with a cheerful joking hum, easily getting all of his bags on his person. "A tongue prince needs to be aware at all times or we get pounced by the hungry asses…and do you want me to carry some of your bags for you, with your leg and all?"

"I paid to have my stuff taken in, the duffel bag isn't heavy. Perks of having a twin sister who's a nutcase business mogul, you got money to spare, so I'll be fine." Mikado rather flippantly stated the nature of his financial situation while hefting his duffel bag over his shoulder, the two of them being the first off the bus, only for Mikado to gain this… look on his face as he saw the crowd of reporters and other kinds of press gathered as well, practically swarming around the trainee players, "What the fuck."

Isozaki laid an arm on Mikado's shoulder pointing to people in the crowd. "Before the registration exam, there was an even more packed crowd then this. I'll save you the meet and greet and tell you who to look out for, especially those with Agents."

He pointed to a purple haired girl with metal headphones lying against an early twenty something man that radiated an intense foreign charm to him."So we have Fujisaki Kotone, member of the Fujisakis, the spiritually inclined foster family of Keijo, she's contracted to… or is lovestruck, a better word… to an overconfident Irish prick I've told you about." Isozaki looked disappointed for a moment before smiling again. "Seems none of the others are in eye's view but let me fill you in anyway. There's Kawai Hanabi the former national softball player and Vulture, my boss. There's Rokudou Rin, she was... I think a track star, and she was contracted to Pashu Saragarm; Poor Pashu, he had to break it off due to something involving other clients he had. And then there's Kusakai Mio, the olympic swimmer that won gold in the Beijing olympics for backstroke, and I know very well she's not contracted anymore." Isozaki explained with a smug grin, Mikado giving a rather audible sigh.

"I wish I didn't know what kind of ideas you're getting in that head of yours… and you do remember I know the bare minimum about this sport and some of the people involved in it?" Mikado replied, moving Isozaki's arm off of his shoulders, "But considering these are people we're gonna be stuck with for what, the next year? I might as well brush up on things and figure out what the shit I've got myself into… though in hindsight I should have studied during the break… not that I cared enough to."

"Yeah, you probably should have.. Everyone else will grill you for it. "Isozaki gestured for his best guy friend to follow him as he walked towards the other buses. "We should go meet some players. Might as well quiz you on what… feature you can get a feeling from everyone of them."

Mikado rolled his eyes and followed, and if one looked closely, they could see he wasn't putting much weight on his left leg, resulting in a minor but still visible limp in his stride, "I'll figure it out soon enough… better now than latter I suppose… geez my eye is already starting to get dry just from glancing around."

The scarf wearing almost Agent almost started to run when he saw two very familiar young women picking up their bags out of the storage compartment of their bus. Both wore the formal Setouchi uniform with red ties. The taller one of the two had long black hair with two antennae like strand in front and a ribbon holding it all together, the lithe one of the two had an air of composure to her. She had white hair with ribbons on each horizontal end of her head.

Isozaki wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders, a massive smile on his face."Miyata, Kaminashi! How nice to see you two!"

Kaminashi tried to jump back in surprise, only to stop when she saw Miyata did not react. "K-Kiss… Hey, how's it going? It's only been like a few days…"

Nozomi didn't get a response as Kiss and Miyata focused on their own little world.

"Isozaki-kun, nice of you to join us." Miyata smiled, a thin breath slipping out of her mouth as her and Nozomi felt Kiss' practiced hands slide lower.

"I'm happy to just be able to support you two, and be around these two beauties…" Kiss cheered. Miyata's head leaning on his shoulder, her open hand sliding behind her to meet her agent's. Nozomi looking away with confusion and enjoyment somewhat written on her face.

"I need to introduce you lovely ladies to Mikado-kun!" Kiss announced with utter glee to the two young women that have an actual place in his heart. "Mikado-kun, come over here! Meet my clients like a civilized guy!"

"I think we have slightly different definitions of civilized." Mikado quipped, hefting his bag a bit as he walked over to the trio, "Ryūgū Mikado, I'm a friend of Isozaki's from high school, technically... And before it's mentioned at any point, yes, I know the translation of my surname… I've heard it a lot."

Kaminashi lifted the bag in her left hand onto her shoulder and put her hand through her long, ribbon bound hair. "I never knew Kiss had any friends… he never said anything about having besides us, I think. He never said much about himself. So-"

Kaminashi felt a familiar danger sense twitch in her rear, noticing the cold soul-rending collective stare digging into her head, taking a precautionary step from her two co-workers, her rear signaling her brain with annoyance from Kiss' hand being detached from it, Mikado noticing the detail and cocking a brow, and as one could see, there seemed to be a strange effect of a flame like red glint drifting off his left eye.

Kiss moved his hand through his rear centric scarf, giving a glance to Nozomi more directly, "As you already know, I'm not the most sociable of people, but let's put that to the side." He pointed to Nozomi. "This is Kaminashi Nozomi, Olympic level gymnast turned Keijo player for the prospect of wealth and an outright savant when it comes to the sport, and as it obviously appears to you gymnastics actually works really well in Keijo."

Nozomi had a look of familiarity to Kiss' general mood towards her, giving a small wave to Mikado. "Hey. You a 'special guy' like Kiss?"

"Define 'special' in context to to this situation." Mikado muttered, letting out a slight hiss as his now opened left eye twitched, blinking as it began itching with an annoying feeling of dryness, "Whatever, nice to meet you either way…. Frickin' eye drops where are they?" Mikado's attention remained on things, though either way, he started rummaging through his duffel bag as his eye shut again, Nozomi blinking at the initial response and giving a hum.

Kiss chuckled as he tilted his head at Nozomi. "That's Mikado-kun for ya'. A lot of things don't really… go through his...how do I say it? He's not disrespectful., it's more... he's going through some stuff so just excuse his impoliteness. " Kiss apologized, knowing his best friend wasn't paying much attention to his social appearance, only to shift his own attention to the young lady at his side, her weight starting to focus on his shoulder. "This is the lovely lady Miyata Sayaka. A former Olympic level Judoka that, with my help, is on the road to becoming a champion Keijo player. One of the fastest woman alive, and truly a trendsetter with her ability and potential." It was beyond easy to see a hypothetical background of petal less roses and peaches endless falling behind him as he explained. A look of honest sadness briefly on his face as he stepped away from Miyata, who didn't show any expression change, but her hand moved to her necklace.

Kiss grabbed his close friend by wrapping an arm around his shoulders and outright dragging him away with total disregard for his consent, waving to his clients. "I'll see you two later, have a good entrance ceremony!"

Nozomi gave small wave after the moment of shock, she and Miyata walking away after bantering between each other, a visible blush on Miyata's face before it near instantly disappeared as reporters began to swarm the two within moments.

"Okay, now that they're gone. I can tell you the juicy details! Those two are outright amazing! They have vast potential, are beyond fit, and have the most delicious, tight, and practiced rears I've ever tasted. Such profound Queen material!" Kiss divulged to his best friend enthusiastically, an image reminiscent of a mix of rose, peaches, and form fitting shorts in his eyes.

"And any desire I had to ask how things went over the last six months just dropped away immediately." MIkado sighed, again getting free of his friends grasp, taking a moment to put some eyedrops into his dried out left eye, blinking to get the drops in, "That feels better."

"Well you're no fun, Mikado-kun." Kiss' look of passion faded as soon Mikado verbally slammed shackles onto his growing inner fire for the rear. Mikado blinking a few times as he thought he saw a small fleshy green parasitic eldritch humanoid with a small parrot-like beak (that looked to be in an extremely cutesy art style) floating behind Kiss' shoulder, sulking in childish sadness.

"What the fuck…" Mikado blinked again, the odd little creature gone within seconds, rubbing his eyes to make sure he had actually seen something there, "And don't get so put down about it… I'm just not into it. At least not on the same level as you."

"That's not really what i was bummed about. It's just.. Well nevermind. It's not important, I just had some assumptions about someone i was hoping to meet and they never really showed up. " Kiss muttered as stood back up from his slump, positioning his glasses back in place.

Mikado gave a sigh at the muttering, a hand over his left eye, "O-kay...well, you can at least give me the basic run down of what happened at those exams. After we figure out what dorm room we're in first."

"That's going to take a while. We have to sort through all the rabble rousers, the reporters, and those unlucky players that want an Agent in-between their cheeks for the whole course… " Kiss conveyed as he waved his arm over the entire crowd before him, Mikado again showing that confused "needs context" expression, then Kiss smiled again as he saw something in the crowd. "Mikado-kun, you stay here and don't throw my stuff into the crowd!" He dropped his larger bag on top of Mikado's bag and went in the crowd.

"Where is he off to now?" Mikado muttered, peering as best he could, then raising a brow once more as he saw what Kiss had spotted.

Nozomi, on top of the large metal Keijo emblem standing in front of the Player dorms, declaring her desire to be the richest player in Keijo as the press took pictures of her in the brief moment.

"Nozomi-chan! How's it going?" A cheerful young woman with violetish pink hair waved, appearing through the crowd of reporters.

"Hanabi-san!" Nozomi yelled in surprise, slowly climbing down the emblem to greet her fellow trainee.

"I was so happy you passed! I was so worried I'd never see you again." Hanabi declared with a near sociopathic glee.

Nozomi chuckled, rubbing her hand through her hair. "Me too… Hm? Why's your ribbon's color different? And have a winking skull on it..."

Hanabi held a hand on her decaled tie in mock pride. "Ah, this? It's for the elite class. Everyone gets one specially assigned based on what we can do. I got this cute little skully for all the bodies i leave. I found it to be a cute touch." She gave a cutesy wink to her fellow trainee.

Nozomi had a slightly confused look on her face. "Umm..uh. Okay."

The Elite class girl pouted. "I'd much rather have your red ribbon instead of this eye-catching blue one though. Think they'd let me transfer if i asked now?"

Nozomi looked in complete shock at the nonchalant attitude of her course mate in regards to the placement of each other in the class roster. One would think Hanabi would prefer to stay in the Elite class… though odds of her being serious were low.

"Kawai, I doubt Boss would like you leaving the Elite Class." Kiss stated matter of factly as he pushed his brownish dark red hair back up.

One of Hanabi's irises shifted into a + shaped one as she looked at Kiss. "oh it's Kiss-kun! Nice to see you again. "

"You're still the lonely boyfriend crazed girl I met months ago." Kiss said, a minor impression that talking to her was a painful task for him.

Hanabi smirked devilishly in response. "You just reminded me. Vogel said i could try to crush your head if you made fun of me. I'd always wondered what kind of bloody mess I can make!" Her added cutesy tone was offset by the subject of her words.

Nozomi looked shocked for two reasons, one Hanabi's increasing level of morbid amusement, and two, Kiss' reaction…

Which was no reaction whatsoever. "Kawai, you've been practicing too many fatality techniques with Boss, haven't you?" Kiss monotoned with a sense of overfamiliarity.

Both her irises shifted to their + form. "What would give you that idea?" She said maybe half sarcastically.

Kiss quirked an eyebrow and leaned over, whispering into Hanabi's ear. Who seemed to take what he was saying well, her eyes shifting back to their normal appearance.

As Kiss stepped back and stayed quiet, the two trainees engaged in small talk.

"Tch… freaking again? This is gonna persist ain't it?" Mikado covered his left eye as again it ached once he got a proper view of Hanabi, mainly due to his search for Kiss amid the crowd, "How many more times is it gonna go off?"

Mikado felt a searing pain briefly go through his eye as a tall woman with long blonde hair, the uniform's blazer tied around her waist, and a blue tie with an overlay pattern of overlapping lightning bolt shaped lines, walked through the crowd.

The area went silent as she went through. Reaching her intended goal of the group of three people in front of the emblem. "Kaminashi Nozomi-san?"

Nozomi stopped her conversation and looked towards the woman with curiosity. Everyone in the crowd (the reporter in varying degrees of awe) looking towards her as well, Mikado managing to peer through enough to see what was going on, even as his left eye was shut tightly.

The woman dropped her bag and leaned forward to examine Nozomi, who was in direct awe of her modeleske Hafu features. "Wow, you definitely have a well balanced body." She said in smooth English.

Nozomi looked thrown off, Hanabi was giving a closed eyed smile, and Kiss brought his long scarf up his face as he facepalmed knowingly, and in the crowd, Mikado gave a raised brow again, though he understood the woman's statement perfectly.

"By the way, would you prefer your lover to pick you up for a date with a car or a bike?" The hafu asked. Nozomi, a non English speaker looked to her two conversation companions for help.

"She's asking if you'd like your date to pick you up by car or by bike." Hanabi explained, her smile still plastered onto her face, Kiss meanwhile, crouching down to get the most out of a conversation he knew he wasn't going to contribute to, not noticing Mikado starting to creep up on him from behind amid the ongoing conversation between players, moving silently as he snuck up on the scarf wearing young man.

Nozomi went wide eyed as she stumbled within her mind for an answer to the question posed before her, actually looking quizzical at the thought, "..um.. A bike, I guess. I've never been on one, and feeling the wind looks fun, plus we'd sit closer together.."She answered, sweat starting to form on her cheek from how much thought she put into it.

Nozomi was suddenly assaulted with a swinger's hug from the blonde woman. "I like you! I'm a bike girl myself! I'll let you ride it sometime." She cheered in english, her cheeks getting a slight red tint. And then, Nozomi's hair antennae went twitching in the air as some form of in-understandable distress signal. "You're just like how Hanabin described you! I'm in love."

Hanabi started to give light laughter. "Sorry, Nozomi-chan. She's a friend from the Elite Class, Kusakai Mio-San."

Kiss scoffed as he muttered to himself. "Great.. another Pillar Woman. All we need is ECDC and we're set…"

Mio pulled back from the hug keeping her hands on Nozomi's shoulders. Small steamy breaths coming out of the Elite's mouth as her cheeks briefly turned rosy. "Let me give you a quick introduction. I'm twenty years old! I love motor biking, and especially having fun with cute girls!"

Mio's left hand wandered down Nozomi's back to her rear, giving it a very tight squeeze that sent a signal of danger and excitement to the back of her mind. "I knew it! You've got a great ass! I can feel all that power flowing in there!"

Nozomi's mind hit sensory overload as she briefly just stayed in her shocked state as Mio procured info about her body. "Mio, calm down. Weren't you going for the cool foreign girl impression? Look she's terrified!" Hanabi sweetly mused.

Mio started to let go of Nozomi, giving a smile as her hands started to slip off. "I'd love to have a race with you someday."

Kusakai started to walk off, noticing she forgot her bag walked towards Kiss. Leaning down with a smile. "You're the Butt Lover Boy, right? Thanks for making her ass nice and ripe!"

She picked up her bag and walked into the building with Hanabi, waving back to Nozomi. "Thanks for the frequency, See you later!"

"This is where you vanished off to!" Mikado shot up from his hiding place and nabbed Kiss by his scarf, dragging his fellow up to his feet with a quick pull, that consistent displeased look on his face as he glared to Kiss with all the intent of burning a hole into his skull, "Come on ass lover, we're going to the dorms!"

"Don't pull on it! It was a gift from my girlfriend! Aren't we supposed to wait for after the ceremony anyway!?" The rear connoisseur yelled as he luckily grabbed his bags as Mikado dragged him into the building.

"I'd much rather figure out which room we're stuck in beforehand… I'm not carrying this bag longer than I have to." Mikado replied, releasing his hold, his pace no faster than a brisk walk despite his want to hurry along.

Kiss brushed himself off in response to it. "Okay, fine. Whatever. Just don't complain if you hear anything in the night." He jokingly mused to his best friend that might have come off as patronizing as they walked into the building.

Miyata stopped hiding behind the very convenient wooden pole and inserted herself into the situation, Nozomi turning her head in surprise. "Why's Isozaki-kun always involved with people that abuse him…"

"M-Miyata-chan!? What are you talking about?"

Miyata's mechanical stare dug so deep in Nozomi she felt in burrowing through her brain. "That guy is Ryūgū Mikado, the younger brother of Ryūgū Chigusa, the woman that pours rivers of money into Keijo, she's the reason the Keijo Queen is nicknamed the Prize Queen… and Kiss is with her younger brother… and i just have this.. feeling." Miyata explained, a growing tint on her cheeks as she touched the pendant of her necklace.

Nozomi tilted her head. A growing smirk on her face. "You're just jealous Kiss is spending time with someone else, Miyata-chan… Is it that time of the month for you? Should i go get Kiss?"

"Oh.. shut… Forget it!" Miyata just turned around with an annoyed angry expression. "Not like I was the one being given attention by our coursemates, must be nice to be popular." She muttered, her tone blatantly bitter sarcasm.

Nozomi felt a familiar twitch and without even processing a thought, placed one of her hands on her rear. "I didn't need you of all things telling me I'm missing the point here…" She then picked up her bags and went into the building, not noticing Miyata following her from a charged distance.

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"Alright, now which room are our tails stuck in?" Mikado was scanning the rooming roster of the Agent trainees dorm building, which rather conveniently was not far from the agent dorms, "We were both in the top three, so I wonder if the dorm rooms change to anything special or not… I'd be less surprised if that was the case for some reason."

"If we get into the Asstrology room, I'm going to be fucking excited. Boss told me about how it's literally this moderately sound proofed six person room with a balcony that oversees the training grounds, and I think maybe two decent PCs with desks." Kiss thought to himself externally, feeling the surprised look of Mikado to his left, giving an unreactive shrug. "What? I get told things… and Boss also made that room.. or i guess it's more of him requesting a favor from an old co-worker… They might even have a telescope for actual astrology… and if Boss was right… they'll have decompression kits under the beds…"

"Pfff… what?!" Mikado yelped, slamming a hand over his mouth when eyes turned towards them, "The fuck is decompression?"

Kiss couldn't stop himself from smiling ear to ear. Only able to hide his urge to lick his lips. "Well, I can assume you don't know what Empowerment training is, either? Well it's only the Base for how Agents became a school trained program. And because this seems like a worthwhile moment and I promised I'd quiz you on things..Sooo. Give it a few guesses and then I'll tell you."

"I'm gonna take the immediate guess from that dumb look on your face and assume it has to do with your particular fetish." Mikado kept the comment just loud enough for Kiss to hear, but not enough to let someone else catch on as he continued scanning the papers.

Kiss' smile didn't waver, only shifted to a devious smirk. "Mikado-kun, we both know you couldn't handle me telling you what the specifics are. I've told you what I do with my lady love before, so maybe you can peice it together" His smirk shifted into a duelist's grin, lowering his scarf to look at an interior inscription.

"Honestly I think there was a lot of things I purged from my head due to disbelief over the past sixth months." Mikado folded his arms as he gave his response, not seeming to care much about his friends objection to him not knowing what he meant.

Kiss leaned, and put his mouth close to Mikado's ear. "Okay, I'm just going be direct with you…Decompression is the creation of an intimate bond between agent and a consenting player, a separate contract must be signed to allow this to be done legally. It involves the client willingly having their body's pressure and sensual points explored to the point of all orifices and appendages aren't really able to be called virginal I have my tastes... and Regalia usually follows that route to my absolute happiness. So stuff with anal prep, mutual oral, plugs of varying size, fingering, buttlove, lots and lots of butt love, empowerment which is what i specialize in, toys for the ladies player or agent, and oh let's not forget the client favorite, creampies..." Kiss started to walk off before Mikado could process the information, off looking for the dorm room of his rear centric dreams as he started to walk off like a yakuza.

Mikado had that… expression again, though this one had a sense he was processing what he'd just heard as actually having been said in relation to a professional sport. And then he shot off to follow his friend, "Isozaki! Get frickin' back here! That better be some kind of weird joke! No way that is legally allowed to happen! ISOZAKI!"

Despite Mikado's impairment he had a significantly fast stride, out pacing Kiss' jog as soon as the poor sap reached the end of an empty hallway. Kiss for a brief moment attempting to accept his morbid and pathetic fate, only to push that weak fear aside and attempt to rush past his friend-turned-attempted-murderer.

With an unceremonious shoulder bash into his chest, Kiss hit the wall, getting pinned against it before he could even try to move. Mikado and Kiss' faces centimeters apart as he closed in with a very angry looking glare on his face. Any person who had… other thought processes probably would've mistaken this for something else entirely.

"Caught ya' you slippery snake. Was that you messing with me back there or is all of that dead serious, actually happens, nobody complains, reality?! I get something like a massage therapy thing but what you just described was way more than that!" Mikado demanded, his expression this mix of disbelief at what he'd heard and genuinely being ticked off.

Kiss was stumbling to give out words. "Uh...um...How do i… uh, say this… Mikado-kun...i've always had these desires… these feelings...i've al-"

"Don't you pull some BS yaoi-bait crap to piss me off!" Mikado interjected, slamming his fist onto the wall mere centimeters away from Kiss' head, "You're always pratting on about your girlfriend and her ass, don't think I'll do anything but try to harm you for trying something that stupid!"

Kiss tried to struggle free, but it was very obvious he wasn't trying to get free, only show struggle. The scarfed submissive face's started to heat up and turn a shade red. "W-What are talking about? I can't admit to my feelings!? Ever thought that my girlfriend was maybe false or that I was maybe bisexual? I've never given her a name…."

"Don't mess with me Isozaki, else I'll punch you so damn hard you won't wake up for a week!" Mikado bit, obviously unamused by Kiss clearly messing with him, "Just. Answer. My. Question!"

Kiss' face went blank, yet still warm and a rosy tint. Taking some deep breaths he turned his head back to stare Mikado dead on, his face almost in direct contact with his. "It's real. I love it, and i've always wanted to do it with you! So please Mikado-kun, you wouldn't dare! You wouldn't dare fist me! If you wanted to do that to me… we can talk about it! Like adult men!" Actual fear was starting to show on the aggressive uke's face.

Mikado then stepped back for a moment, silently pocketing his hands, then rearing his right leg back, preparing to throw his foot forward and right between Kiss' legs if need be, his expression dead serious as he stared down his fellow.

Kiss outright squeaked. "M-Mikado-kun, uhhh… what are you doing? I said we could talk about this…. Like...civilized...people…" he started to give out panicked short breaths…

"Give me one good reason not to turn your nads into paste right now Isozaki. Not. Into it. So cut the shit and just answer my question before I go through with one of these threats for once." Mikado muttered, very clearly annoyed by the earlier display and it's purpose of just ticking him off… which really only made it worse in hindsight.

Kiss took a few depth breaths as he straightened out his kanji for rear patterned scarf, his voice cracking under the stress. "I said it was real already, and this is the first time i've done this…. Why is it really hard to think i might find you attractive…. As a fellow sexy bastard… But… oh fuck it… You're such a bitter hardass Mikado. I'm being honest on thinking you're attractive but i only make love to lady ass… so… yeah…. Any other questions?"

"Just clarification that the shit you said back there was dead serious." Mikado stated, lowering his ready to fire foot and picking up his duffel bag from where he dropped it.

"Have I ever lied to you about something as particular as that?! Something so ass-centric?! Something that is truly the path to happiness!" Kiss questioned and then cheered with his closed hands to his lithe chest, very familiar images in his glasses covered eyes, but the addition of sparkles this time.

"..." Silence. Mikado just remained silent and then brought a hand to his face, a rattling sigh manage to slip from his lips as he faced it, "What in the fuck did Chigusa force me to get into? This has gotta be some under the radar happening or something…"

Kiss wrapped an arm around Mikado's shoulders. "Don't be down about it. You'll eventually get it...well I guess grow to appreciate it is a better way to phrase it. Your kind of reaction to me saying this is sorta… uncommon. But I know you haven't grown into the world of Keijo like i have." After shaking Mikado to make sure he was still alive. Kiss started to walk down the hall. "Mikado-kun, you coming or what? The Asstrology room is on the second floor of the building… it's like one of the five rooms on the second floor… I'll carry your bags for you, if that makes up for it…"

"Yeah yeah… wait, which room are we in?!" Mikado muttered, following Kiss along again as he began leading up the stairway, "Astrology Room? The heck is up with that in a sport like this?"

"No no no, not astrology, Asstrology." Kiss corrected, Mikado lifting a brow in confusion.

"It doesn't sound any different." Mikado added, Kiss shaking his head, a smirk on his face.

"To everyone you're going to meet it will!" He cheered in a corrective melody as they reached the second floor, which had five rooms, only three had numbers and a symbol on their door.

The closest one to them had a platinum colored, intricately designed star with a regal, heart crested crown on it. The one on the other end of the hall had a golden sun with a circlet on the door, and in the middle of the hall in between two emblemless rooms (likely storage rooms of some sort) was a simple, but eye catching, silver moon with a tiara.

Kiss gestured toward the fanciest door, the star one. "This is the Ass-trology room, that is the lunar room, and that is the solar room."

"Okay do the players get special rooms like this too or not? Because something this specific makes me question how these things are run… so, we ended up in one of these rooms because of freaking test scores?" Mikado was looking between the doors, downright befuddled by this case before him, "I feel like I've got a lot more things to be surprised about over this next year… won't I?"

Kiss gave a warm grin. "I'm going to be straight to the point. Yes, you are going to ask more questions, and I will be here to answer them when they come up. So let me explain why this is the way it is. There's an Elite Class, it's been a thing since the schools were made. I think i'll explain the why for that later. But for these rooms they were originally reserved rooms for the people recommended by agencies to get educated in the Keijo culture, but after a while agencies only sent handfuls of possible agents, so these rooms were renovated and expanded as per some agencies' personal desires and...well after awhile they just became the quarters for the prodigies, the agent form of the 'Elite Class' rooms."

Kiss walked in his usual bravado filled stride to the Asstrology room door. "Everyone that's going to be living on this floor have connections to wealthy contributors high ranking players, were recommended by agencies, just made it in on the right place at the right time, or-"

"Oh, so people like my sister." Mikado hummed, folding his arms, then raising a brow at Kiss suddenly cutting off, "Dude, you okay, what did you…" And then it was his turn to falter short in his speech.

Kiss started to smile as he opened the door wider, revealing a slender female of one-hundred sixty centimeters, pale brownish blond hair carefully tied into a bun ended ponytail. Only in smooth caramel cream lingerie and the female student's blazer as they were putting on the male student's pants, her rear a slim but plump modeleske curve that just seemed to demand and deserve the attention of those around it. "-just have that inhuman graceful charm to them.."

"No ya' don't!" Mikado snapped, slapping a hand over Kiss' eyes (somehow getting past his glasses) and making them both shoot around, "We must have the wrong room, sorry about that!"

"Mikado-kun, what are you talking about? this is our room! It's just a really sexy young lady with an amazing ass!" Kiss pushed Mikado's hands off his face. "Apologies for my friend here. He's not… keen with women."

"I'm not keen with people in general." Mikado bit, still looking the other way, "Besides, walking in on someone without knocking is kinda rude! It's a matter of principal!"

The young woman dropped the pair of pants, purposely bending down in an overly showing way. "It's completely fine. I find the new roommate walking in on the changing heroine a nice lead up to a great night to bond and get all the passion in order…" It quickly became apparent she was flourishing her body for her own confident amusement, to Kiss' delight and Mikado's grief.

Her voice was an elegant androgynous mix but had this profound feminine charm to it. "At least… when it's done right." She ran her smooth, manicured fingers under the rim of her panties, adjusting them in an odd air of necessity.

She briefly grumbled to herself, noticing her tie was lying next to the open door. She sauntered to the door, seductively bending down to pick it up, giving Kiss and Mikado a direct side shot of her whole body.

Kiss' smile faded to a blank look. Pushing his glasses back into place, a glare going across the lens. "Well.. that's going to probably be a deterrent." He muttered to himself as he stopped looking at her impressively bulged pelvic area to her crystal green eyes.

"What." Mikado glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes going to a widened form of shock, the "girl" tilting their head at the two in shock young men.

"Oh. damn.. didn't think I'd get this turned on." The luster they created faded, leading to them immediately giving a casual air, quickly grabbing their tie and elegantly putting it on. "Ladykillers, sorry if my lady shaft isn't what you like, but nevertheless I'm happy to meet my roommates! Name's Fujimoto Masumi!"

Masumi in a, unnaturally cute way, leapt at the two young men into a playful good willed hug.

Mikado stood completely still, Masumi's slender arms wrapping over his and Kiss' outer shoulders, causing them hang a few centimeters over the ground. "I'm so happy that i get to spend the next whole year with such sexy men… the mere thought get's me all tingly!"

Kiss, confident in his sexuality and unable to resist this amazing opportunity, placed his hand on Masumi's rear who outright purred and twitched in quiet responding joy.

Mikado, on the other hand, couldn't hear his surroundings in this moment, could only see the hazy faces of Kiss' blank yet starting to smile face and Masumi's impossibly attractive face.

"What in the love of all existence have I been dragged into?" The only words Mikado could form in his head at the time being, a dull groan that wanted to become a scream rising up in his throat, "Some welcome party this is!"