IMPORTANT WARNING: The following fanfic is Bible Black inspired, but plays in a standard OverMaster, Unequally-like, shared crossover Mahora Academy (Mahou Sensei Negima!) that includes characters from a greater variety of manganime than any sane rational mind could take. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. If you are under eighteen, DON'T READ THIS. If you dislike hentai, ecchi, fanservice, crossovers, more crossovers, Negima, Bible Black, or Delicious Hostess Fruit Pies, DON'T READ THIS.
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Not making any money out of writing any of this.
Thanks to Darkenning for his proofreading and support.
OverMaster Corrupts Every Work Of Fiction Ever.
Bible Black Origins: Black Brand.
It happened twelve years ago, and three years after the big disaster. The school had just opened again, as Japan slowly recovered from having most of the old Tokyo, and several other areas of the country, swallowed by the ocean. We were rebuilding our lives as best as we could, and, thankfully, the Mahora District was mostly unaffected, so we started that school year with the bright promise of forging a new future without dwelling on the tragedies of the recent past.
There was a lot of catching up to do.
Unfortunately, our resources, including those devoted to surveillance and security, still were reeling from the massive blow we had all taken, Hence, the events that transpired cannot be really blamed on anyone in particular.
Or so we keep telling ourselves.
For our own sake.
The skies had been slightly, yet noticeably, redder since the cataclysm. It was barely apparent during most of the day, and after nightfall, but the usual red tints of twilights from days past had been replaced by starkly red, often downright scarlet, dusk skies, all over the world. Yet, as with anything else, humans could and would grow used to it. They had more pressing matters to concern them, as well.
The sun was a huge yellow disc on a fiery red background, a study in primary colors displayed over the majestic sight of the old Mahora Academy and its imposing World Tree. Students and teachers alike had, for the most part, retreated back to their homes, since the city had not actually regained its former sense of a night life yet. So the main building of the female wing of the campus was mostly deserted by now.
Behind closed doors, and taking advantage of that, two young women shared long, wet, deep kisses.
In itself, that wouldn't have been that shocking anymore, in this day and age. It was still against all regulations, but it was a sight that certainly wouldn't have rattled anyone but the most innocent and inexperienced. Most teachers would even have let the girls go with naught but a stern warning to never do it again.
However, the fact that it was happening in the very office of the Student Council would have changed all of that.
Finally, their mouths drew apart from each other, and breaking the bridge of drool still linking them, the aquamarine haired girl with glasses and half-closed eyes mouthed a heavy, breathless, "Onee-sama."
The still more beautiful girl with dark hair, framed in bangs around her face, smiled at her flushed face. "You're so cute," she said before unhooking the shoulder straps of the other girl's black uniform jacket, and fondling her large breasts over her white shirt. The bespectacled girl moaned, as her lover giggled and kissed her throat, then gently pushed her onto the Council President's desk, on her back, looming above her and caressing the crotch of her pink panties as soon as she opened her legs. "And look at yourself, you're already wet."
She pushed a finger in, pushing the expensive, fine pink cloth along with it, and the other female's voice became a sharp cry. Yet the dark-haired girl's face remained the same, calmly smiling, as she fingered her, ignoring her token protestations for her to stop. That was part of the game as well. A game that, regrettably, did not last that long, as her partner reached a shuddering climax after just a few more moments. But that was okay, too. There were other, far better games to play.
"Get down on all fours," the dark haired girl commanded, with a voice that was as kind as it was imperative.
"Yes." So she did.
Her partner placed herself on her knees behind her, yanking her short skirt up. "You have a big ass," the dark haired one purred. "Doesn't that make you feel at all embarrassed, fatass?"
"Y-Yes, I am," she answered, giving her a shy look back, over her shoulder. "B-But you told me you liked it like that, so -"
"And I do," Kozono Nami nodded absently, licking her own lips. "That doesn't make it any less fat, though," she added, grabbing her lover's panties and lowering them all the way. The other girl's private flower, glistening with its wetness, was visible now, right before her nose.
"Onee-sama," the girl on her hands and knees uttered tremulously.
"You are so beautiful, Junko," Nami said reverently, before starting to lick away.
"Onee-sama!"
As usual, it didn't take Nami long to make Junko reach an orgasm, which bothered Nami inwardly more than she would let on. After all, there was little point in an enterprise of easy and fast achievements, as her father was prone to say. Sighing to herself, Nami undid her own skirt and pulled it down along her panties, moving around Junko until she stood before her. "Your turn," she simply said, and with a docile nod, the green haired beauty began lapping softly on Nami's vulva and clitoris. This is way better, Nami thought. I guess, after all, some are just born to serve rather than ever being served. Again, just like Father would say.
"That's right... you're great, Junko... so, so great!"
Like any good servant, Junko repaid Nami's praise with something better than empty words - that is, her continued oral work on Nami's black-haired crotch. "Delicious!" she finally said, after her efforts resulted in a flow of that sweet honey she craved so much into her mouth.
Nami chuckled, reached down to pet her hair, and then began to pull off the rest of her own clothes.
Shortly after, reduced to their black stockings, and glasses in Junko's case, the two girls writhed together on the floor, flesh rubbing flesh. Nami's mouth kissed Junko's collarbone as her hands went back to massaging her nicely shaped breasts, until the mouth went lower and replaced Nami's right hand on Junko's left mammary, again making the girl under her cry in pleasure. By now, Nami had learned well how to best pleasure her girlfriend, thus proving herself as good a student in that field as with everything else.
"Onee-sama, harder... squeeze my nipples harder!"
So Nami pinched on a nipple and bit on the other, and Junko had her third orgasm of the evening. Honestly. Too easy to please, this girl. Nami hadn't even reached her fully fledged first. Well, something would have to be done about that, wouldn't it?
"That feels so good..." Junko sighed.
"This'll feel better," Nami promised, shifting her around so they sat before each other on the floor, and their sexes touched. Nami bit her lower lip and began grinding again, much to Junko's renewed delight and yelps of building ecstasy.
Four large breasts bounced in a steady tandem as the girls rubbed and humped, Nami just smiling as Junko kept on voicing her emotions. Nami supported her own weight back on her hands, firmly planted on the floor, while Junko wrapped her arms around her for her own support, closing her eyes as she rode the latest orgasmic wave, bathed by the orangeish sunlight filtering through the half-closed curtains. "Onee-sama, I'm coming!"
But Nami never said anything else until they were done. She never stopped smiling. But she didn't say anything either.
Somehow, it felt like the old magic was gone already. Time to look around for more, then.
Which brings us to the next day, to Nami's classroom, after Akashi-sensei's lessons for the day had finished, and most students had left. Only three girls remained, two of them standing beside the desk of the third, a fetching redhead with long hair who sat holding a thick book in her hands. Out of that book, she pulled a set of tarot cards she had smuggled into classes, and began shuffling them around, readying herself for the day's round of fortune telling.
"The Wheel of the Fortune," she said, looking at said card, which showed three small, black and white furry creatures standing around a large, colorful spinning wheel.
"Hey, it's the same reading I got!" said the girl with short, sandy blond hair.
"Yeah!" nodded the shortest of the three, who had her dark green hair in twintails.
"A great change is upon us," said the sitting redhead. "Something that will change our lives completely."
"Maybe we're going to find boyfriends?" wondered the blonde.
"I'll ask Takemura-kun out!" giggled the smallest of the trio.
"Well," the redhead smiled, "maybe it doesn't have anything to do with romance. Why don't we think bigger? That's why we're doing this, right?"
"Maybe, but boyfriends don't hurt either. Well, not most of the time anyway," mused the blonde. "Perhaps Usuno, from History classes?"
The sound of the classroom's door being slammed open startled them, and they looked towards it, to see Kozono Nami standing there, with her arms folded right under her breasts, and a stern expression on her face. "Just like I thought. Takashiro, Morita, Shindou. What are you doing still here?"
"President!" Morita Rie, the green-haired one, gasped aloud. "Um, we were just -"
"Gambling on school grounds?" Nami sneered, taking a look at the cards displayed before Takashiro Hiroko, the redhead. "You know well that's strictly forbidden. Shame on you."
"These cards aren't for games. They are for fortune telling," Hiroko calmly replied as Nami approached them. "Shouldn't you be tending to your official meetings at this time of the day, Kozono-san?"
"I don't need to explain our procedures and schedules to you, Takashiro-san," Nami shot back, even more coldly. "Having hobbies is okay, of course," she added, grabbing one of the cards and looking more closely at it. "But why don't you try something healthier and more fitting your age?"
As Morita and Shindou scowled at her, Takashiro kept her completely collected demeanor. "Don't take witchcraft lightly. Magic, spells and rituals have defined the history of mankind since its start. The power of the occult can and has performed many a miracle. Those who were wiser than us knew that."
Nami hesitated for a moment before answering, drinking in Takashiro's mature beauty for a few moments. It was a beauty she had attempted to enjoy before, throwing several subtle clues her way at the term's start. However, while Takashiro had been as quick on picking up on them as she was at everything else, she hadn't wasted any time on firmly rejecting Nami's advances, either. Ever since, a deep divide had grown and grown between them.
It was not going to be bridged now, either. "Do you really think," Nami finally asked, "that you can actually find anything of value in that mystical nonsense?"
"No matter what Akashi-sensei and others may say, magic exists, we're sure of it. It's our mission to find it and prove its existence. Would you like to read up on the subject?" Hiroko asked, offering the book to her. "I'm sure you'll find it highly enlightening."
The offer had been quite politely voiced, without obvious vitriol or sarcasm, for, while Hiroko was not fond of Nami, neither did she hold a grudge against her. She supposed she was, at the very least, thankful for being thought of as appealing, even if she had no interest in returning such feelings. But one more adept would never hurt, right?
Nami looked at the book, but mostly at the hand holding it, her lower lip attempting to move for a moment, held back only by her indecision.
"Take it, for real," Hiroko evenly said. "Keep it for as long as you'd like. We have many more. Enjoy it to the fullest."
Nami kept on doubting, now torn between the tantalizing proximity to the redhead, the subtle promises of power the tome seemed to radiate from its cover, and her own stubborn pride. The strongest force ended up winning, of course.
"That's ridiculous!" she said, turning the book down. "I have too many important things to do to waste my time with children's stuff," she decided, turning back around and walking out the door. "You'll better leave immediately!" she warned as she walked away.
"Bitch," Shindou Saki snarled between gritted teeth, while Morita nodded and smirked.
"Never mind her. It's her loss," Hiroko blandly commented, taking back the card Nami had left on the desk. It was that showing the image of a pale jester clad in red and black, with an angular face and even sharper smile, happily dancing towards a cliff.
The Fool.
While Hiroko sighed and placed the cards back into the book, she wondered about the sudden chill running up her spine. Superstitious as she was, though, she could think of no clear cause for an ill omen at that precise moment, so she ignored it as best as she could.
Perhaps it was only the wind blowing through the window.
The very next day, yet another beautiful young woman in a Mahora High uniform, holding a brown school briefcase in a hand and sporting short blond hair and blue eyes, ran in the middle of the crowd leaving the train station, joining the everyday race of the going-to-be-late. However, she proved to have far less endurance than the average, hardened Mahora veteran, so pretty soon she came to a stop at the side of the road, to pant with her hands on her knees.
"Haaa! Haaaa!" she went. "I can't ... I can't take a single more step... I'm dead!"
Then she heard low, hostile mumblings coming from a few steps away from her. She turned to see a very small girl with long golden hair and green eyes, on her hands and knees as she gathered some books and writing utensils she had dropped all over the sidewalk.
"... don't know why I bother with these... stupid weak body, stupid rude jerks all around... doesn't he think I've spent enough time here already...?"
The taller and busty girl quickly crouched down at her side to help her pick her belongings up. "Here, let me help you! You're having a rough day too, aren't you?"
"You don't know half of it," the little girl grunted curtly as they finished tucking everything into her own schoolbag. "Shouldn't you be on your way already? I didn't ask for your help."
"Well," the other girl smiled. "It's not every day one gets to help a genius, is it?"
"A genius?"
"Sure thing! You're, ah, like ten, aren't you? And yet," she pointed at the green eyed cutie's uniform, "you're already in junior high!"
"Well, compared to everyone around here, I'm a genius, no doubt," the little girl huffed while standing up. "I don't remember seeing you before."
"Oh, I'm new around here! This is my first day, actually! My name's Kitami Reika! And you are?"
"Evangeline A.K. Mc Dowell," she replied, turning around and walking for the school, while gesturing for Reika to follow her. She had been wanting someone to serve her now that Karin was gone, until she could finish her line of servant dolls. Perhaps this idiot would be more willing than all other jerks she had approached. Ah, for the old days, when one only needed to hypnotize them. "Class 2-A. I can show you the ropes around the place as long as you can give me something in trade."
"What do you mean?" the obvious idiot asked as she followed her.
"You know, small favors here and there. School life is regrettably hard for someone smaller and smarter than the oxes and bimbos crowding this academy. But if you watch my back, I'll watch yours."
It was still demeaning and humbling, having to play the game of concessions. But she could hope until the time was ripe. Back in the day, she'd been able to take what she wanted with no explanations or reasons, but by now she thought she was regaining the ability to negotiate she'd had to develop while studying under the Nobles.
"Oh... thank you! Um, I'll be glad to!"
"Good," was all Evangeline said.
At some point of their walk together, a small brown and white dog approached them, wagging its tail and panting slightly. Evangeline paid it no attention, but Reika crouched down to look directly at it as soon as she realized its presence.
A few moments later, Evangeline realized that she was failing to hear steps right behind her, and looked back. "What are you doing, you idiot?" she asked Reika, who now was petting the dog's head and offering some of her packed lunch. "You're going to be tardy!"
"It'll only take a moment, Eva-chan!" Reika promised.
"... Eva-chan?!"
At that moment, Evangeline realized something else. The dark haired young woman who had just been left near them by a white limousine driven by a middle-aged man had also stopped to look intently at Kitami, with a sudden starstruck faraway look in her eyes.
"... oh. President," Evangeline sneered under her breath. "What has left you so late today? Overslept after too munch carpet munching?"
Nami kept on looking at the crouching girl, ignoring the usual insolent words from one of the typical 2-A weirdos. She had to be the most gorgeous girl she had ever laid eyes upon, even more than Hiroko. It was an innocent, charming, healthy beauty, the kind that was so difficult to find in Mahora.
"McDowell-san," she finally breathed out. "Would you happen to know this... new student, I assume?"
"New, indeed," Evangeline smirked, giving Nami a sly side glance. "If you hurry up, maybe you can snag her before someone else does. She just told me her name is Kitami Reika."
"Kitami Reika," Nami repeated to herself, making sure to memorize the name properly. Already her heart beat faster. Was this love at first sight, the one romance novels and songs harped about so much?
Evangeline kept looking back and forth between Reika and Nami and finally hummed to herself. Now that was a situation that might have some potential for exploitation...
"What's this?" Hiroko asked, sounding suspicious, after Rie placed the book on the table, at the start of their latest club meeting. The club was down to the three of them now, after most of the other members had quit due to lack of interest or more pressing concerns over the last two months, and further recruiting had, for the most part, failed miserably. The only student who had shown an interest in joining had been a really nosy twelve-year old with red hair named Sugiura, who kept insisting she actually was seventeen, but the girls had turned her down repeatedly until she finally got a clue and left them alone.
Of course, by now, they were almost regretting having done so. Unless they got new members soon, the Student Council would cancel their permission and disband the club, which was why they had resorted to looking for promotional hooks everywhere.
The large tome Rie had brought had sturdy black leather trimmings. Depicted on the moldy and worn cover there was a white hexagram symbol, the Star of David, crossed by a sword. A metal chain with the same symbol was wrapped around the thick cover to hold it shut.
"I found it last night, when I was doing some exploration with the Library Club," said Morita, who had a well known craving for old books. "It was in a secret panel behind a stand in one of the deepest chambers we have access to, so I figure it must be important. Or else why bother to hide it so carefully? And it's very well kept regardless, don't you think?"
"Well, even if it's a dud, we could sell it for a good price," estimated Saki, reaching over to touch the cover.
"It has a very strong odor, too," Hiroko said, carefully picking it up and sniffing the cover, which smelled unlike any other old, moldy tome she ever had before. Even so, she wouldn't ever reject a book on the arcane, no matter what, much less based on such petty and pointless details. "What do we have that can cut chains?" she asked, briefly gesturing with her fingers as she entered her Old Book Surgeon Mode.
Rie, never missing a beat, handed her a small but very sharp saw, the one they used to cut their way in to forbidden areas of the Library. They had found many precious treasures that way.
"Thanks," Hiroko said, expertly sawing on the chain until it loosened down from around the book, and she could open it after donning the special gloves Rie had just brought her. It wouldn't do to damage a relic because of lack of care, after all. The pages were of a B5-size, yellowed and stained, made of parchment. There was a strange unidentified black ink drawing on the flyleaf.
"What does it say?" Saki asked, looking down at the first few pages, which were written in a language she didn't understand.
"I have no idea. It's written in French and Latin, apparently, but I only understand Japanese and some English," replied Hiroko, slowly flipping through the pages, although the imagery spoke a universal language that strongly appealed to her regardless. There were a lot of images depicting spirits, demons, witches and mythological beasts, and complex diagrams and schematics of the human body, and those of several animals as well. Many of those animals were clearly not of this world, either. "But we can translate it easily, I think. It shouldn't take much more than a couple of dictionaries, an Internet connection, a few days and a lot of drive. I once translated a whole book on German that way."
"Neat!" Rie said. "So, how old, would you say? My calculations suggest it is from the Middle Ages."
"C'mon!" Saki said. "You're hoping for too much."
"No, I think she may be right," Hiroko shook her head. "As a matter of fact, I'd say -"
"Excuse me," someone else said from their doorstep, and the three tilted their heads around to look at Mochida Junko from the Student Council standing there, with a neutral expression on her face.
"What do you want?" asked Saki, not bothering with politeness.
"I've been sent to inform you your permission to keep using this room for your club has been cancelled, as well as the license for the club itself," Junko told them. "You have two days to remove your belongings before the room is reassigned."
"What?!" cried Saki, as Rie gulped and Hiroko remained stoic. "I thought you would give us two more weeks, the President said-"
"I have no recollections of ever seeing a document describing an agreement of that sort," Junko said, finally smiling smugly. "And I'm sure the President would have mentioned it to me if there was one. Maybe you misinterpreted her words?"
"The hell we did!" Saki bristled, giving a step ahead before Rie held her by an arm. "You two won't stop messing with us, will you?!"
"Why would we bother to be so petty with an organization so unworthy of our attentions?" asked Junko, shaking her head. "We're only enforcing school regulations, that's all."
"But ... all the clubs have been having membership problems, and you know it!" Rie protested. "It's still too soon since... well, since we started classes again, and the academy's still having problems with the enroll-"
"All of that is inconsequential," Junko slowly wagged a finger. "Two days. That's my last word on it. If you wish to stake any further claims, you can take it to the President."
"Why for? It's not like she'll even hear us if we don't start licking her-!" Saki began.
"Saki," Hiroko calmly said, standing up with the tome. "Don't bother. She's doing it by the book, so we will as well. Take it easy."
"Hiroko!" Saki hissed at her.
Junko nodded. "Surprisingly wise of you, Takashiro-san, but then, you always were the smartest person here. Good day everyone, regardless." She bowed before turning on her heel and leaving, probably twirling an imaginary mustache as she walked, or so Rie imagined, at least.
"What the hell, you fucking lesbo turboslut!" Saki waved a fist at her retreating back. "If you want a fist up your cunt so badly, I can give you one!"
"Saki, please, don't diminish yourself like that," Hiroko sighed. "The formalities don't matter as long as the Rose Cross Society lives on in spirit. We aren't going to split up, anyway, and that's all that matters. That, and translating this book. I have a real good hunch about this one. Remember the tarot reading?"
Saki deflated with a tired groan. "What's the fucking point, Hiroko? It'll be like every other time we've tried looking for a way to perform magic."
Rie nodded sadly. "Yeah, maybe... maybe they're right about us after all."
"Nonsense!" Hiroko raised her voice. "Where's your fighting spirit? Are we going to allow them to have the last laugh on us? Even if we fall, we'll do so fighting! I don't know about you, but I'll never stop looking for the truth as long as I live!"
"Hiroko!" Rie said.
Saki frowned before regaining a smile. "Well! I suppose it beats doing nothing, right? It might be fun!"
Takashiro nodded. "Right. Who knows? We haven't ever tried with one as old as this. And I want to believe, and as long as one believes, there'll be hope. Girls be ambitious! Audacia Paula!"
"Girls be ambitious?" Saki echoed dubiously. "Audacia Paula?"
Hiroko shrugged. "Remember that weird but handsome guy who used to visit the Headmaster before the disaster? He used to say that. I thought it was sort of cool, myself."
"My name's Kitami Reika, and I'm pleased to meet you all!" She had bowed towards her new classmates early that morning, being greeted by several wide, enchanted smiles from the few males in the classroom. (Reduced enrollments after the cataclysm meant several masculine and feminine classrooms had to be merged for the foreseeable future.) The young Akashi-sensei nodded his approval at the overall warm reception the new student was receiving. "I hope we can be good friends!"
In her seat, Nami slowly twirled a pencil between her fingers while nodding to herself. So she wasn't kind only to animals; that just made her an even better catch.
"And everyone was so kind and warm, it was great! This sure seems a wonderful school!" Reika clasped her hands together, a few hours later, as she sat with Evangeline-chan in one of the large pools of the massive communal baths for girls.
"Uh-huh," Evangeline nodded, her eyes cynically half-closed. (She wasn't a half-open person.) She'd decided that foolish youngster's eyes were really creepy when they went starry like that. "Just give them some time. A week, two tops, and they'll start showing their true colors. They'll start asking what can you do for them, and -"
"I'll be glad to do anything for them, as long as it's reasonable! It's the least I can do for such a wonderful welcome!" Reika replied.
Damn Pollyannas. "What I'm trying to say," Evangeline said, gesturing with her hands over the warm waters for effect, "is that their friendship is conditional. If you don't do things for them, they'll start treating you like crap, because most of them are envious and petty like that. And yes, I know I have had you do things for me, but I'm honest in that regard. They'll play nice and put on a kind facade, but it won't last, believe me."
"Why would anyone be jealous of me?" Reika asked, blinking. "I'm not especially wealthy, or pretty."
Evangeline gave Reika's gorgeous, innocent face a jaded glare before opening her mouth to say something.
"Why, good afternoon, Kitami-san! What a wonderful coincidence, finding you here!" said someone who was walking towards them with nothing on but the towel loosely wrapped around her shoulders, showing off her full, curvy body with large breasts, wide hips, and a thin waist. Evangeline cringed and bitterly folded her arms around her own flat chest. "Remember me?" the newcomer added, sitting at Reika's right while ignoring the kouhai. "I'm Kozono Nami, and I'll study with you starting today. I also happen to be the President of the Student Council..."
After a few wide-open moments of careful consideration, Reika brought her hands together again. This resulted into a slight bounce of her breasts, which pleased Nami and further infuriated Evangeline. "Oh, that's right! I remember you know! Well, it's nice, meeting you, again, I mean, um."
"In these more intimate circumstances? Yes, I quite agree," Nami smiled, edging just slightly closer to Reika's naked body. "I hope you'll have an easy time acclimating yourself to Mahora, but in the event anyone is bothering you -" This was said with the slightest casual nod towards a sneering Evangeline. "- please just let me know. I'll even give you my cellphone number."
"Will you? Oh, that's so great from you!" Reika said, completely missing the nod. Somehow. "I'll try to never bother you unless I really need to, but -"
"Oh-ho-ho!" Nami let out a very quick and short mini-Ojou laugh. "Please, that's what we're here for. It won't be any bother, believe me. I know, for newcomers, it often can be difficult to make friends."
Evangeline rose from the water, reaching for her own towel. "I'm getting hungry, Kitami. What if we go for some hot dogs? I'm feeling up for some good weiners. I'd invite you as well, President, but I've heard you really dislike those."
"Oh, hot dogs sound really good! Do you have those already?" asked Reika, also standing up, silencing Nami's upcoming angry retort at Evangeline with the innocent display of her dynamite nudity. "Back at Neo-Tokyo, supplies are still limited. It's part of why we moved, actually."
Evangeline smirked as she rubbed herself with the towel, making sure of waving her ass towards Nami. "You always can find yourself good weiners at Mahora, no matter the time or situation. Well," she added as she finished drying herself, wrapping the towel around her body. "See you around then, President. And please close that mouth, will you? Excuse her, Kitami, sometimes people that intelligent lose themselves in their thoughts."
"Oh, I had a cousin who was like that!" Kitami nodded before waving at Nami. "Bye then, Kozono-san! See you tomorrow!"
"Ahhh... hahhhhh..." Nami blandly nodded and waved as she helplessly watched that tiny abnormal thing walk away with the girl of her dreams.
Then, once alone, she punched the water really hard and began seething like a furious animal.
It was a much embittered and frustrated Nami who left the baths shortly after, all but stomping her way out, and hearing a male voice of all things coming from behind her only further soured her spirits.
"Excuse me... please..."
She sharply looked back, to see a scrawny, bony boy around her age, with an unusually sharp face that made him look far older than he actually was, standing there, with an envelope extended towards her in shaking hands. He had short, messy black hair, and deep brown eyes that seemed sunk into his features, right above a crooked nose and under thick eyebrows. In short, he was really ugly, and his bad posture only added to the sensation of discomfort and awkwardness he seemed to radiate.
"What do you want?" Nami skipped over all pretenses of civility.
"Um, maybe y-you don't remember me, but my name's Hiratani, from the Photography Club."
"So?"
He gulped visibly. "This, this, this is for you, Kozono-sama!" he stuttered, all but thrusting the envelope at her. "I, I I thought of leaving it in your locker, but I decided I had to be braver, and otherwise it'd have been creepy, and, and, and!"
Nami gave the envelope a long, sneering look before grunting, "I see."
"I know, I know this is too bold, and I won't blame you if you don't want to -"
"Good. Because I'm not interested in men, and even if I were, you wouldn't be my type, Hiratani-san. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going."
And then began to quickly walk away, down the hall, without looking back.
The boy stood there, with his mouth half-open and the letter still in his hands. "Ahhh..."
She stopped. "Oh, by the way, Hiratani-san."
"Y-Y-Yes?"
"It is terrible bad taste, waiting for a girl as she comes out of the baths. Do it again and you'll not only serve detention, but your parents will be informed," she told him, before walking away from him at a speedy pace.
Hiratani remained standing there, in a complete silence.
After eating, Evangeline-chan had led a curious Reika to the kindergarten playgrounds, without bothering to explain her reasons. Kitami hadn't protested, either way, hoping to learn more about Eva-chan that way. They stopped near a huge slide shaped like an Emperor Penguin, where several children followed, in a respectful silence, a very cute and tiny pink haired girl who had a small pet monkey - most likely a South American one, from what Reika knew on the subject - sitting on her head.
"Look and learn, Kitami," Eva told Reika. "Even from the earliest age, hierarchies and authorities are important, and the strong define themselves by exerting their power. That is Jakuzure Nonon, daughter of one of Japan's most powerful businessmen. And yet, to exert power over her, one only needs to use the correct words. Watch me and don't say anything." She then gestured for Kitami to follow her as she made her way for the little girl, who immediately stopped and looked at Evangeline in recognition.
"Evangeline-san," Jakuzure said, with a vague nod and a little frown.
"Good afternoon, Jakuzure-san," Eva smirked, stopping before her as the fearful children gave way to her. "Is Kiryuin-san here? I'd like to talk with her."
Nonon, after a moment of silence, nodded and gestured for the children to move back, then made Evangeline and Reika follow her into a small nearby recreation room, where a black haired girl barely taller and older than Nonon sat drawing with crayons on a sheet of paper. Reika noticed there was a tall stack of other sheets stacked next to her, and that, for a girl that age, the sitting student had a remarkable ability for drawing... whatever she was trying to draw. It looked like a diagram, or blueprints of some sort; whichever it was, it wasn't something you'd expect to see a child drawing. Even if her ability at getting the straight lines actually straight still left a lot to be desired.
On a possibly tangentially related note, that girl had really thick eyebrows.
"Satsuki-chan!" Nonon sing-sang. "Evangeline-san wants to talk with you!"
The sitting girl stopped drawing and gave Eva the sort of stern look you'd expect from someone far older. "Good afternoon. What can I do for you?"
"Good afternoon, Sat-chan," Eva chuckled, before gesturing towards Reika, who waved nervously. "This is Kitami Reika, and I'm showing her the ropes. In the event something happens to her while I'm not around, can you tell your forces to be on the look-out for her? I think Kozono's got designs for her."
"What?" a puzzled Reika blinked.
The sitting girl nodded stiffly.
"This," Evangeline explained to Reika, "is Kiryuin Satsuki, daughter of Kiryuin Ragyou."
"The President of REVOCS?!" Reika gasped loudly.
"If you want something in this campus, Sat-chan is one of the most trustworthy people to resort to," Eva said. "So treat her with as much respect as you'd give me."
"But... but she's, like, five!" Reika babbled.
"Age is inconsequential for a spirit who awakens early!" the sitting girl said, in a loud, regal tone that made Kitami stand straighter, as if her father had just yelled at her. "Don't ever disregard me over my age, or appearance, or I'll forget this is a favor asked by Evangeline-san!"
Eva sighed. "See, this is why I told you not to speak."
"... I'm sorry!" Reika whimpered, bending forward in a bow that was as deep as she could manage without actually genuflecting.
"Where did you find her?" Satsuki asked Evangeline.
The blonde shrugged. "Let's just say I feel potential in her, and in part, I'm also doing it only to screw around with Kozono." Then she smiled smugly at Reika. "Sat-chan is going to take over that office, you know?"
"Sooner or later, I shall," the little girl nodded solemnly. "I only hope there aren't too many more myopic blunderers between Kozono and myself. But it ultimately matters little. Even if they drive this school into the ground, I shall make it more glorious and powerful than ever, regardless!" This was said with a Hot Blooded wave of a tiny iron fist. "So swears Kiryuin Satsuki!"
"That was a great speech, Satsuki-chan!" Nonon nodded, bringing her a glass of warm milk with a cute drawing of Doraemon on it. Satsuki thanked her with a dry nod and drank quickly, then putting the glass down and leaving herself with a thick milk moustache. One that she only noticed and licked away after a few moments of majestic, proud silence.
"Do you want to see my cabin now?" Evangeline casually asked the stunned Reika then.
Late that night, in the dorm room Hiroko, Rie and Saki shared after filing an official request two months ago, Hiroko sat before her computer, diligently working on it, as Saki and Rie rested together on Saki's bunk, on their stomachs and fully dressed. (No matter what some thought, both girls were heterosexual.) They occupied themselves by studying transcriptions from the book, armed with several dictionaries Rie had brought from Library Island.
"Let's see," Rie hummed. "I think I got this one. 'These are the high level spells of... traumaturgy?' No, no, no. I don't get this part. It's not even modern French, and the Latin parts don't seem to be in the proper language either!"
"'Through this chapter, you can access ... secret spells to conjure spirits of darkness'?" Saki grunted as slammed her hands on her pillow. "Dammit, this is too hard! Hey, Hiroko, why don't we drop it already? In three hours, this is all we've translated. Let's find ourselves another angle to revive the club, okay?"
"I've translated two of the segments written in French already. The introduction, and one of the spells," Hiroko coolly informed, before reading aloud, "This is the great Grimoire, containing the rarest secrets in the world. The great laws of magic. Here you shall find secrets chants for the Holy Spirits of the Darkness. The throne of the Apostles shall be assumed by the one who has been entrusted with the key to the Kingdom of Heaven, in the words of the Lord Jesus Christ to Saint Peter: 'I shall entrust thee with the key to the Kingdom of Heaven', and he alone shall have the power to command the Lord of Darkness and his servants. And they shall be his servants also, and shall bring him honor and glory and worship. Again in accordance with the Lord Jesus Christ's words, 'Thou shalt serve only one God'. By the power of the key to the Church, thou shalt become the ruler of Hell'."
Saki chuckled. "As expected from Hiro-chan! Why do you even need us around?"
Hiroko shrugged. "Your conversation keeps me from falling asleep through this? The subject is fascinating, but struggling through foreign grammar is a pain."
Rie couldn't help shuddering. "Boy, that's really creepy. Does it refer to God or the Devil?"
"Both, in a way, I suspect," Hiroko carefully said. "The Bible itself says Jesus has the power to command demons, and the Book of Job portrays the Devil as a spirit also subject to God's will, yet another instrument of His work to test mortals. Listen, 'We pray that this book shall serve all those who read it and pray for the success of their endeavors, and that it benefits them. By the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ with which we fill our daily cups, we pray that this book serves all who read it. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, thou art purified'. That doesn't sound evil at all, does it?"
"... if you say so," Saki shrugged.
"With that in mind," Hiroko smiled at them, "what if we try the spell I've translated?"
Her friends snapped into full attention.
"Are you sure?" asked Rie, her eyes well open.
Hiroko nodded. "It's called 'The Spell of the Wrapped Stone and the Naked Dance'. You only have to write the initials of the targeted person in blood on a piece of paper. Then you wrap that paper around a stone, place it on top of the book, and recite a special prayer. Afterwards, you bury the stone and the paper beneath a pathway the target will use, and after a few hours, it will take effect, forcing the target to 'dance naked'. It sounds harmless enough to me, but it might be good for a few laughs."
"It sounds sort of lame," Saki muttered. "Although if you try on it on the one I think you mean -"
"I am," Takashiro nodded, grabbing paper and a sharp cutter and running the former across one of her fingers, barely flinching as blood started flowing out.
Looking through Hiroko's translation, Rie hummed. "Wait, wait, what's this part supposed to mean? 'When you witness her dancing naked in a depraved manner, you must look on her not with envy, but with pity'?"
"As long as it works, who cares about the details?" Hiroko asked as she began writing with her own blood. "It's only an experiment anyway."
Saki snorted out a side of her mouth. "Who would envy that bitch anyway? Not me!"
Hiroko nodded as she started writing the second letter down. And she smiled.
She doubted it would work, although she wanted to think it would. But she'd never run into a result that worked unless she kept on trying every possible way to find magic, would she?
It had been a reasonably good week for Evangeline. Kitami might have been a fool, but she was also helpful enough around the cabin, and over the last few days she had become quite domestic. She'd do until Eva's maid dolls were finished. Best of all was, the girl was so blindly charitable, she'd gladly have helped the little girl who had shown her around Mahora for free; even so, Evangeline's sense of honor had moved her to pay for Reika's services.
On Reika's part, she just guessed Eva-chan had rich parents overseas, although she never wanted to talk about her family. The little girl was very lazy, so it had fallen onto Reika helping her new young friend organize and tidy up her lovely cabin in the woods. And she did it happily, since, eccentric as she was, Eva-chan was the most helpful and protective person she had met since coming to the Academy. Just like Eva-chan had predicted, most of the boys who approached her and left love letters in her locker tried to get touchy very quickly, and it usually took Eva-chan approaching and making scary faces at them to send them away. Eva-chan was full of surprises like that.
Then there was the Student Council President, who would often come closer to ask how she was doing, and trying to linger around Reika longer each time, much to the obvious discomfort of Mochida-san, Kozono-san's usual companion. Once or twice, Reika had caught Mochida-san sending angry glares her way while Kozono-san wasn't looking, and by the time the weekend rolled around, Kitami had come to the conclusion that Eva-chan was right about her, as well; not only did Kozono-san have ... those sorts of desires for her, but Mochida-san was the President's girlfriend, and she was jealous of Reika!
It was a truly uncomfortable situation for her, so she hadn't felt happy at all when Evangeline ordered her to go with her to a meeting of the student body at the main gymnasium. From what Reika had gathered about Eva-chan, she had never been interested in social activities or public gatherings before this, but Reika was too shy to ask her about her reasons, so she only could agree. And now there they were sitting beside Eva-chan's noisy, happily chattering 2-A classmates at the back of the auditorium.
"Requests for amendments will be discussed at our next meeting," the President said warmly, finishing her opening presentation to the students and staff. "That was all concerning our new regulations. And now, Mochida-san will elaborate on the budget for the next term," she added, stepping down the podium shortly before Junko stepped up.
"Th-Thank you," a strangely uncomfortable Mochida said, nervously smoothing the documents of her presentation before herself. "Ah. W-Well, our country is still recovering from the impact of the global crisis, b-but ..."
Evangeline arched an eyebrow, feeling a sudden strange pulse in the air. The fact that she could do so, despite the seal which hampered her perceptions as well as her power, meant that something was definitely wrong there.
"H-However, our report for this term, I'm ... pl-pleased... to say, is rather more optimistic than initially expected," At this point Mochida coughed and took a fist to her own throat, as if wanting to rub it with her knuckles. Sitting nearby with the rest of the Council, Nami tensed up in concern.
Evangeline almost sank her fingernails on the arm of the girl sitting next to her. "Kitami," she hissed. "On my sign, if I give you one, flee. Run and don't look back. Go find the Headmaster, and don't stop until you're at his office."
Reika blinked. "Eh?"
"The Sports and Literature Clubs," Junko coughed, going visibly pale as she rubbed her legs together. "They are, they have, reached an acceptable level of, of scholarships for this year, so we have, we have decided ..."
"Junko?" Nami asked aloud. "Are you feeling all right?"
The sound of Nami's voice, if anything, only seemed to worsen Junko's erratic behavior. "Ah, ah, ahhh... ahhhh!" she shrieked, hugging herself and shaking.
The low chatter across the crowd went from curious and even amused to shocked gasps and questions voiced aloud.
Junko staggered from behind the podium to stand between it and the audience instead, trembling and crying and closing her eyes. Those sitting the closest to her, Nami included, could see thin lines of a shiny liquid running down her legs.
"Junko!" Nami gasped.
Once again, the sound of Nami's voice sent her lover over the edge. "Ah!" she cried, and spasmed violently on her feet.
Evangeline tugged on one of Reika's sleeves. "Go," she commanded.
"B-But, won't anyone els-" her new servant hesitated.
"No one will move as long as this is happening! Just go!" Eva growled, and a second after, the scared Reika nodded, stood up, and ran out of the gymnasium.
On the stage, as the audience sat still and oddly fascinated by the implausibility of it all, Junko screamed "I can't take it anymore!" and began unfastening the top of her uniform, much to everyone's shock, but most specially that of Hiroko's trio. After being reduced to her white undershirt, she unzipped and unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop around her feet, while everybody just could watch in awe.
Whimpering, Junko took off her undershirt next, and then her shoes, before doing a promenade across the stage in her underwear and stockings. She stopped by the podium, leaned back on it, and her expression changed slowly to a saucy, sly smile.
"Hello, everybody," she purred, giving the audience a come-hither look. Many swooned. Even Evangeline had to cross her legs and bite on her lower lip. The girl, for all her flaws, had a truly stunning figure, almost as good as Kozono's.
The girl on stage took her glasses off and said, "Look," before unhooking her pink bra, freeing her firm breasts. Everyone in the public leaned ahead, eyes bulging out. "Come closer and take a look," Junko invited, lowering her panties down her legs.
"Sir," Konoemon's secretary said, appearing on his office's doorstep, interrupting the old man's private meeting with the always sharply dressed Professor Takahata. "I hate to interrupt, but... this young lady insists it's extremely urgent."
"E-E-Evangeline McDowell-san sent me, Sir!" Reika said, peeking out from behind the older woman, with a distraught look on her face. "I don't know exactly what, but it seems something very bad is happening in the gymnasium!"
Konoe Konoemon lifted a bushy white eyebrow. "Eva-chan?"
"Am I not gorgeous?" Junko sat on the edge of the stage, spreading her legs wide and showing off her pink privacy to everyone, before smoothing a few of her fingers with her drool and then running them up and down her snatch. "Who wants to come up here and get some of this?" she chuckled shakily as she began masturbating with vigor, along small pants and wheezes.
Hiroko, Rie and Saki couldn't possibly have been any more surprised.
"Ah, ah, ahhh. Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Junko moaned, still playing with herself while rotating her hips.
It had actually worked!
"It feels so good!" Junko cried, arching her back. "Look at me, look at me! Junko's pussy is melting! Please look at me! Please please look at my pussy! Onee-sama! Isn't it pretty?" she asked, turning around to be on her knees and free hand, facing away from the public but looking back at them, over her shoulder.
"Look deep inside my pussy! Good!" she moaned, flipping back once again, face up and fondling one of her breasts as well. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
She drooled madly and sped her masturbation up, until the climax hit her. "I'm cumming!"
And she laughed insanely, relaxing on the last throes of her orgasm, her face twisted into a mask of delirious pleasure as a horrified Nami blocked her mouth with both hands, and the audience exhaled deep and roughly as a single person.
It was then when Konoemon, Takahata, and several other teachers stormed in to bring some semblance of normality back.
But the major damage already had been done.
Now, Takahata, Evangeline and Konoemon stood in a private room in the medical wing, next to the bed of a soundly sleeping Junko.
"Witchcraft, no doubt. Black magic," the Headmaster summed up for the benefit of the man who couldn't perform or sense magic and the woman who had been cut from her own connection to it. He had just finished examining the girl, and unlike most other situations where he was near to an attractive young woman, he was grim and serious instead of his usual jovial, lighthearted nature.
Evangeline nodded, sounding no less dark. "I recognized it as soon as I saw. The Dancing Woman."
"Well," Takahata said, looking at the scowling vampire. "Good thing we have an expert on the subject at hand, then."
"If you're suggesting I did it, you should damn well know I couldn't even if I wanted to," Eva said. "And if you're implying I should be doing your legwork, you must have taken more blows to the head than I thought. Why don't you go ask Nagi instead?"
"Eva-chan," Konoemon said. "If you help us with it, I promise I'll put a good word on you for Nagi-kun, next time I see him. I'd say helping our student body would definitely put you closer to the light, wouldn't you?"
Evangeline snorted. "And if I don't do it, you'll tell Nagi he should keep the spell on me, won't you? Figures. So, what are you going to do with the children? Erase their memories from this?"
Konoemon shook his head. "Too complicated. Too many of them at once, and it'd be difficult giving them all the same faked memories, under the present circumstances. Besides, there were cameras in the gymnasium. We'll chalk it up to a case of stress induced hysteria, or someone spiking her drink, at worst ... Takamichi-kun, call Doctor Kikuchi and ask him to work up a psychological report, will you?"
"Sir, he died in the Second Impact, remember?" his subordinate asked.
"Oh, yes, I do now. Ah. What a pity, he was a good man. Well, then, call Kansai and tell them to send us one of their best specialists. Now, Eva-chan, while we do appreciate and trust your expertise, please do try to keep your recent protégé out of the whole magic business, will you?"
"She isn't my protégé, she's just - Oh, forget it!" Eva waved a hand. "But yes, I'll keep her out of it. The girl just doesn't have the stomach for that kind of affairs. Yet."
"Yet?" Takahata echoed.
Evangeline smirked and shrugged. "Just like you didn't, long ago."
Kozono Nami stood right outside the medical bay, lightly chewing on the knuckles of her right hand, something she only did when out of public sight and extremely nervous. Of course, she was alone. No one, not even the other members of the Council, had wanted to come along. Right now, Junko was PR poison, and what was worse, soon Nami's own reputation would be tainted as well, through association. What had that stupid girl been thinking? She never seemed to be into drugs before.
To make a bad afternoon even worse, Takashiro and her two friends were approaching her. Biting on her lower lip bitterly, Nami readied herself for a confrontation.
"How's Mochida-san doing?" Takashiro asked.
"Not even half as bad as you'll be if I learn you had something to do with this," Nami promised.
"Still so cocky, 'girlfriend'?" Saki taunted. "Watch your steps, or you'll be the next to dance!"
"Saki-chan!" Rie hissed.
Nami blinked. "What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean?" Saki further challenged, fists cocked on her hips.
"Saki, we didn't come here to pick fights," Hiroko told her. "Regardless, President, you shouldn't keep mocking magic. Stay out of our way, and we'll stay out of yours. Tell Mochida-san we wish her well," she flatly stated, before walking away at a steady pace. After a moment or two, Rie and Saki followed her.
Nami, confused and intrigued, watched them go in silence.
It couldn't possibly be, could it? She'd never believed in superstitions and nonsense. Those three weirdos just had to be taking advantage of the situation to boast and kick her while she was down.
And yet...
Shortly after, on the rooftop of the main academic building, Hiroko, Rie and Saki stood in conference, under the reddish afternoon sky.
"Don't ever do something like that again, Saki," Hiroko chided. "Revealing our hand like that, and to the President, to boot! Who already had a grudge against us!"
"I'm sorry, but even if she believed it, how could she ever prove it?" the blonde asked.
"All the same," the club's leader said, "be more careful from now on. Okay?"
"Anyway, maybe it didn't even have anything to do with us, right?" asked Rie.
"But, it's too much to be a coincidence!" protested Saki. "We did it, what else could it be? Isn't that right, Hiroko?"
"All signs point that way, but research must be fully proved before we accept the results as absolute truth," Takahiro lectured. "I suggest translating another spell and seeing if -"
"Um... Excuse me?" a low, hesitating male voice asked from the other end of the rooftop. The girls turned around to look at the really ugly and gangly boy who had just stepped up to approach them.
"Do I know you?" Saki frowned.
"W-Well... I know you, at least," he gulped, staring down at his feet. "My name's Hiratani, and I'd like to ask a favor from you."
"What kind of favor?" asked Hiroko, as controlled as ever.
"I was, I was actually close to you, and to Kozono-sama, when you talked to her."
"Where?" asked a suspicious Rie. "We never noticed your presence there!"
"Ah, um, you'll see, it's not like I make a habit out of following her around, but -"
"Oh, a stalker," Saki huffed. "Stalkers are stealthy like that." Then she looked at the OTHER other end of the roof and growled, "You'd better leave already, Matoi-chan!"
Rie gasped, looking as well at the tiny kindergarten student with short black hair who stood there. "Ah! She was here?!"
"Yes, always," Saki rubbed her temples before explaining to Hiratani, "See, I used to be her nanny, and I think she ... grew fond of me..."
"Ahhhhhh," the boy slowly said.
JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII... went the piercing glare of the little girl as she obeyed and headed down the stairs, never stopping staring at Saki as she did so.
After a few moments of waiting to make sure she really was gone, Saki addressed Hiratani again. "So then, between here and there, how much have you heard about us?"
"I, I, I want to hire your services, I beg you!" he gasped.
"... that much, huh?" Hiroko asked, frowning in contemplation. Then, after tapping on her chin with two fingers for a few seconds, she added, "I think I already know the answer, but why do you need our services, anyway?"
Reika had been cleaning her classroom after classes, humming to herself, when she noticed Eva-chan was standing on the doorstep, looking at her with a truly strange, coldly unreadable expression.
"Oh, Eva-chan!" she stopped what she was doing immediately. "I didn't hear you coming, sorry!"
"For the last time, don't call me Eva-chan!" the short girl hissed. "Listen, Kitami, I'm going to be very busy, maybe for two days, maybe for a whole week, so take care of yourself in the meanwhile, okay? And don't drop by the cabin again until I tell you to, either."
"...oh?" Reika blinked. "But, but, have I done anything b-"
"It's not about you, girl!" an annoyed Evangeline waved a hand. "I've got important business to handle and you'd just get in the way, that's all. I also wanted to ask you ... do you know of anyone around here who claims to know about magic?"
"Huh? But, for Eva-chan, who is so knowledgeable about the academy, to ask a newbie like me -"
"Kitami," Eva told her. "I know of all sorts of things one should know about, that's true. But I never bother to keep myself up to date with the trivial minutia you children entertain yourselves with. So tell me, and you'd better be honest, who around these places has ever boasted about pulling off magic tricks, you know, stuff like that?"
Reika pressed a fist against her own mouth and giggled briefly. Eva-chan was always so cute, when she, of all people, called others 'children'. However, her stare, while very cute, was also very scary, so Reika quickly recomposed herself. "W-Well, there's Takashiro Hiroko-san and her two friends, Rie-san and Saki-san. They spend a lot of time giving tarot readings and going through books on the occult, and I think they had a club on that sort of thing, but ... the Council disbanded it recently, over a lack of enough members to ... oh! Wait, are you saying -?" Then she laughed and lightly bopped the palm of a hand against Eva's forehead. "Silly Eva-chan, magic isn't real! There's no way they might be behind what happened to Mochida-san, so you don't have to be afraid!"
"... silly?!" Eva growled viciously, swatting Reika's hand away. "Why, you! Out of all the mistakes I've - Never mind! Just watch those clumsy steps of yours while I'm away, will you? Honestly, you're almost as bad as Nagi."
"Who's Nagi?" a curious Reika asked, but by now Eva-chan was already storming down the hallway and out of sight. "How can someone so small, young and cute be so cranky?" she wondered aloud before shrugging to herself and returning to her work.
When she was almost done, with her back to the door and placing the wet mop back into its bucket, she felt the presence again on the doorstep. "I'm done now, Eva-chan! I see you changed your - ahhhh," she said, after turning around and finding Kozono Nami there instead.
The President smiled. "Why, good afternoon, Kitami-san. Nice to see you here, so late. That's real dedication to your duties."
"Ahhh... well, yes, thank you! I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm too slow for my own good, um... so, how's Mochida-san doing, anyway?"
"She'll live through her shame, I'm sure," Nami shrugged. "I can't believe she was my... best friend and confidante for so long, and yet she could keep that filthy, dark side hidden from me the whole time. It seems I need to find better, more honest, friends," she purred, walking in and closing the door behind herself. "Friends like you, Kitami-san."
She gulped. "Really? President, I'm flattered, but ..."
"Just call me Nami-san. Or Nami-chan, even," she said, walking even closer, and definitely well into Reika's comfort zone. "You need friends your own age, as well. Let the children play with the children and let me guide you into the wonderful world of... mature relationships."
"Th-That's a very kind offer, but I'm afraid -"
"Afraid? Why, but if there's nothing to be afraid of!" Nami was almost breathing on her face now. "I can help you far more than that little gaijin ever could. Just ask me for anything, and I'll give it to you. Anything. You could be... the second most powerful... student of all..." she huskily said, before quickly leaning forward to kiss Reika's lips.
Reika froze in terror and disgust, eyes wide. Her panic only increased when one of Nami's hands came up to her right breast and began massaging it, roughly, feeling the nipple under the cloth and quickly hardening it.
"Come on, Kitami-chan," Nami murmured, breaking the kiss at last. "Don't be a fool. Don't reject me! Anyone in this campus would kill for this chance. I want you, and if you don't want me yet, I can change that very quickly. Just give me a chance," she hummed, running a hand up and down Reika's smooth leg.
"No! No!" Reika cried. "Let me go! I don't want this!"
"But-" Nami said, smiling at her, right before being harshly slapped across the face. As she reeled back in shock more than physical pain, Reika pushed her aside, quickly grabbed her bag, and ran out the door and down the hallway, bawling her eyes out.
Holding her aching cheek in a hand, and crying bitter tears of rage and disappointment, Nami seethed madly, her face growing crimson. Why did women keep letting her down? At this rate, she'd have to end up finding herself a -
No. Never that. She'd land herself one Kitami Reika, one way or another, soon. As soon as possible.
Or, at the very least, failing that, she'd get revenge for this insult, instead.
The third spell Hiroko had managed to translate had been one to open any and all locks, so it had been easy to get access to Nami's locker while the President pursued her latest romantic infatuation. Quickly slipping the paper doll into Nami's schoolbag right afterwards had likewise been a piece of cake. Then, the Rose Cross trio closed the locker again and retreated before the furious Kozono returned to get her things and leave in a huff.
"I'm actually thrilled about all this, you know?" Saki asked the next morning, as the three walked to school together. "I know it's going to work, I just know it!"
Rie made a face. "Maybe, but even so, it's kind of overdoing it, don't you think? I mean, that guy is, like, sheesh... too much!" she cringed.
"Someone that ugly inside deserves someone that ugly outside," Saki lectured, with a winning smile. "What's the problem, Rie-chan? Taking pity on her? You know she'd never return the favor, don't you?"
"It's just..." Rie sighed. "... well, Mochida was a bitch to us, true, but she never ruined our lives like we -"
"Shhhh," Hiroko quietly hushed her, as they approached the entrance of the temporarily mixed main academy, and thus the crowds of students heading the same way as them. "Keep a cool head about it, Rie. And you too, Saki. Finding too much solace on it is as bad as regretting it. Keep thinking of the research, the discovery, and nothing else."
Saki chuckled. "Aw, c'mon. Like you don't feel really good about it too, when you can bring a bitch down a peg and... and speak of the devil!" she said, as they saw the familiar white limousine pulling up next to the sidewalk where Kitami Reika had been crouching down while feeding the same stray dog she had met on her first day in Mahora.
The trio stopped at a prudent distance, watching from afar as Nami came out the car, making Reika stand up with visible discomfort. "Good morning, Kitami-san," the heiress greeted her, with a polite smile, as if the events from the day before had never happened at all. "How are you doing? I hope you aren't still upset at me."
Reika said nothing, only giving her a sharp, stern glare.
Since the blonde was not screaming for help, and no one had called Nami yet to summon her to the Headmaster's office, Nami correctly guessed the girl just didn't feel she could denounce her successfully. So she decided to push her luck further and added, in a normal tone that wouldn't catch the attention from any casual passerby, "I'm really sorry over what transpired yesterday. These latest few days have been too stressful for me. What if we make a clean start from today? I promise I'll be more understanding from now on."
Reika kept on saying nothing, but staring accusingly.
Absently, Nami sank her upper teeth into her lower lip. "I'm trying," she said, "to effect a reasonable reconciliation."
"A reconciliation," Reika coldly replied, "implies that we ever had any kind of relationship to start with."
Nami scowled as if she had just been stung, but as she opened her mouth to answer, she found the words leaving it before they could be uttered, leaving a fascinated silence in their place.
For she has just seen, walking through the crowd with the air of an oppressed spectre, a gray living dead shuffling through a world that had no place for him, a young man who seemed to strike a kind chord within her soul. She had seen him before, repeatedly, and never paid him any attention, even when he approached her with a confession of love. However, seeing him like that, somehow, now had caused a different reaction in Nami. It was as if she had just felt a new link to him, as if witnessing his sadness and misery suddenly enlightened her about her own disgraces and failures. Moving past the ungrateful girl who scorned her, she quickly moved towards the devoted lover who no doubt remained steady despite her own scorn.
"Hiratani-kun!" Nami called out.
Reika blinked. "What."
"Hiratani-kun!" Nami stopped before the startled boy, immediately drawing the attentions of most students in the crowd as well. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you again! I've treated you so badly before! Could you ever forgive me, please?"
From the back of the assembled masses, Saki whistled. "What did I tell you?"
"Oh my God, I still can't believe it!" Rie gasped.
A smile tugged on the corners of Hiroko's mouth. But she remained silent.
"Kozono-sama, what, what, why-" the boy babbled, as she grabbed his bony, large hands in her small, delicate ones.
"I'm sorry about my answer from the other day. Today, I've been inspired by Heavens to see how wrong I was!" Nami grandly declared, in a way that a certain Yukihiro heiress, many years from then, would have found to be exaggerated. "To make up for it, God has told me I must repay your kindness to the best of my capacities!"
"... is this some sort of weird attempt to make me jealous?" Reika quietly wondered to herself.
"Oh hell, is everyone going crazy nowadays?" a random student asked aloud.
"This is just plain disgusting."
"It's a prank, right? Never expected it from the Prez, but-"
"It's the beauty and the beast!"
"Silence, philistines!" Nami barked to the crowd who had been chattering amongst themselves, causing them to take a collective step back. She hugged Hiratani to herself, pressing her breasts against his chest, while all members of the Council present ran for the infirmary, desperate to get themselves tested before they too became the latest victims of whatever was striking at their ranks now. "I'm going to teach you tolerance like I should have done long ago! Yes, I will teach you the wonders of true love, brought by looking past the appearances and into a noble person's heart instead! Come with me, Hiratani-kun! Never mind those who'd be jealous of your good fortune!"
"Uhhhhh!" Hiratani babbled as she dragged him along for classes, leaving a dual trail of floating hearts behind.
The student body gasped, gawked and choked.
"It's a sign of the times! Another meteorite is upon us!"
"After seeing that, I think I'd welcome the meteorite."
"I can't believe that freak's gonna lose his virginity before m- Never mind!"
"When are the next elections supposed to be, anyway?"
While they walked together and she nestled her head under his chin, trailing small circles on his scrawny chest with a finger, Nami whispered to the rather stiff, in more than one sense, boy, "Hey, what if, after classes, we meet at the council's office? The others won't be there today..."
"Huh, uh, why, of c-course!" he squeaked, his skin crawling up and down, and his face making the best smile it could manage, despite his complete lack of experience at it.
"Gotcha," Saki grinned from between her wide, clenched grin.
"Well," Rie sighed, "I hope you're happy now."
"I am, I am!" Saki gushed gleefully.
Hiroko only rubbed her chin and hummed. "Only one more thing to check on," she finally said, "before we can declare this a success."
"I mean, I'm not jealous, of course," Reika said to herself. "Of course not. No, really!" she assured the dog, who seemed to be looking up at her with what she took as a skeptical expression on his doggy face.
"Oh, Hiratani-kun!" Nami giggled as they shared a joyful carrousel ride at the local fair. "I hadn't had this much fun in years!"
"Oh, Kozono-sama!" Hiratani said as they ate in an expensive restaurant surrounded by smooth, soft and lingering romantic music. "This is the best evening of my life."
"Please, just call me Nami-chan!"
"O-Okay, you call me Seiji, then..."
"Oh, Nami-chan!" Hiratani sighed, tears streaming down his face, as he held their newborn. "This is the fruit of our love!"
"I'm so happy, Seiji-kun!" she said from her bed.
Okay, so none of that happened that afternoon or evening, especially not that third scene. However, those events ran repeatedly through the minds of both Kozono and Hiratani all through the day. By the time they met again at the Student Council's office, they considered they had gone far enough into their relationship to start fucking already.
And fuck they did.
Now she sat on the desk from where she had directed many important meetings, naked save for her stockings and hair band, with a hand on Hiratani's scalp as the boy knelt between her legs, reduced to his pants and underwear, clumsily licking at her vulva and fondling her buttocks. He was nowhere as experienced or skilled as Junko, but that mattered little to Nami now. She still voiced her enthusiasm by giggling and writhing like a madwoman in his grasp.
"Hiratani-kun... Hiratani-kun... Hiratani-kun! Good... it's so, so good!"
After a few minutes of that, she made him lie on his back on the floor, pulled his pants and boxers down his spindly legs, and then rode his modest sized erection, sinking into the phallus and almost immediately bucking up and down on it, her large breasts bouncing as if they had a life of their own.
"Yes, Hiratani-kun... yes!"
"Nami-san..." he gasped dryly, "S-Sorry if it's not too good! This, this is my first time!"
"What are you talking about, this is great!" she gasped, keeping her eyes half closed and enjoying the pure physical sensations of the moment. "I'm so happy to be your first, Hiratani-kun. My cutte widdle Hiratani-kun!"
He grunted, pulling his head back. "Nami-san! I mean, Nami-chan! I'm, I'm going to-!"
"Come inside me, come!" she urged him, squeezing his member with her vaginal muscles as her buttocks slapped against his flesh, and she drooled copiously, all over him. "Oh yes, my Hiratani-kun!"
"Okay! I'm coming!" he yelled, and pumped his hips up against her, to ejaculate as much as he could, which he faintly realized was far more than he'd ever done while masturbating. There was so much it even flowed out of the jubilant Nami, who remained on top of him relaxing in a triumphant way. He'd never imagined, before that day, there could be a triumphant way to relax, but there was.
After that, he thought they were done, but she quickly fell back between his legs to fellate him, trying to turn him hard again. Against his expectations, it took him far less time than ever, after his self-ministrations, to regain rigidity, and so, in only minutes, he had her against a wall as he fucked her a second time.
"Hiratani-kun!"
"You're a naughty girl," he said to her, licking on her left breast.
"Yes, I am!" she said, closing her eyes and hugging him, caressing the ribs that stuck from his famished frame. "It's deep inside me! So great! So much better than, um, anything else!"
"Nami-chan," he panted, "can I do your ass next?"
"Hmmmm? Oh, sure thing, Hiratani-kun, you stud! Of course, do me wherever you want!" she smiled seductively at him and kissed his cheek. "Oh!" she said, reaching a new orgasm.
So shortly after, following a second fellatio, the boy, who normally would have been completely spent and feeling his groin on fire by then, after an equivalent number of handjobs, had her on the desk, on her stomach, as he pumped into her from behind, wincing at the painful tightness of her anus.
"Nami, Nami..." his voice cracked.
"Hiratani-kun is deep up my butt! Oh joy!" she cried. "Come in me! Give me your come!"
Standing right outside the office, the Rose Cross members listen and watched through a scrying spell Takashiro had just tried, and gotten right on the first attempt. It never ceased to amaze them, how quickly she mastered each spell after translating it. As much as they tried, it had taken Saki and Rie a lot of effort to even remotely follow up on her achievements. Not that this bothered them. Not at all.
"Oboy," Saki chuckled. "Is that cheesy, or what? They act as if they're in a bad porn movie."
Rie chewed on her lower lip. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think it's making me kind of horny."
"No way," Saki told her. "Really?!"
Rie blushed and nodded reluctantly.
"Oh, this is rich!" Saki laughed. "Gotta admit, though, the nerd's got a lot of stamina. Maybe it's true what they say about -"
"My theory is," Hiroko interrupted her, as analytical as ever, "that what we're observing is a side effect of using sexual magic. Remember, no one at the gymnasium could stop Mochida until she was done 'dancing'. Sexual spellcraft seems to have a residual range effect, affecting those around the target to facilitate its course, so be careful, you two. Keep your wits about yourselves, if you don't want to fall -"
In turn, she was interrupted by another voice from the other side of the hall. "You aren't that much better, Takashiro Hiroko. I'll give you some credit for your raw talent, but you're still a child dabbling in secrets beyond your limited understanding."
Surprised, the girls looked towards the source of the sarcastic tone, and saw a tiny blonde with green eyes in a junior high uniform smirking sharply at them.
"Hey, this isn't a place for-" Saki began.
"Silence, you fool!" Evangeline A.K. Mc Dowell commanded. "What have you hopeless idiots done? Why have the gods of fortune smiled upon you? To think, while I suffer deprived of my magic, this kind of power would go to three imbeciles with no idea -"
"Heeeeeeyyyyy, brat!" Saki hissed, as Rie blinked in confusion and Hiroko pondered the bizarre twist in a thoughtful silence. "Who do you think you are, to come here and insult us like that?"
"Who am I? If you truly had studied the black arts, you would recognize the greatest scourge that has ever plagued the mages! The Queen of the Night, the Mistress of Puppets! The Empress of Evil!"
Saki walked to her and pushed a finger against the little girl's forehead. "Go home and sleep, Goldilocks... whaaaaaaa?!" she finished as she was caught in a strong grip, then slammed against the floor very easily.
"Saki-chan!" Rie cried.
"Uuurrrgghhh, why you-" Saki hissed, her face turning red and then purple as the little girl keep her pinned in a vicious and inescapable choke hold, forcing her to slap a hand on the floor. "Let me go! Let me go already!"
Evangeline smirked at the other two girls. "Your luck, it would seem, continues to hold, morons. I should, and could, denounce this to the Headmaster, and have your memories erased forever. However, count yourselves fortunate that I am not, despite the expectations, anyone's enforcer."
"What?" Rie babbled. "I don't get it..."
"What do you want from us?" calmly asked Hiroko, who always kept an open mind on all possibilities. If that girl claimed to be some sort of sorceress, after all that had happened lately, she probably was.
As Evangeline let go of the wheezing and gasping Saki, she replied, "If you can pull these parlor tricks off on your own, then maybe, given enough time, and under my guidance... you could help me break a certain curse!"
Kitami Reika stopped before the cottage's door, and then just stared at it in silence.
Eva-chan, I know you told me not to come, but...
She was pale and sweaty, after the long walk through the woods. Even though she was getting used to covering that distance already (and to be fair, the practice was making her better at PE classes, as well) she was still not an athletic person. But that wasn't why she was sweating now.
I don't want to bother you, but I'm confused, so confused, and I don't know who else to tell about this...
No, what was she thinking? She couldn't possibly tell Eva-chan about that. Cranky, mature and cynical as she was, Eva-chan was still just a child, after all. She couldn't possibly take away what remained of her innocence.
You'll see, the President, Kozono-san, has touched me, where she shouldn't have, and told me to...
Reika ran a hand down her face. No, it couldn't be. Did it matter anymore, after all? Kozono-san had just gone after someone else, and most likely wouldn't bother her ever again. She was safe now. She didn't need to bother Eva-chan, or anyone else, about it.
And yet...
I'd just want to, to spend some time with you again... since I don't have anyone else here. No one but Poppy-chan, that is, but he's only a puppy, and-
And then, Eva-chan would simply tell her...
"For the last time, don't call me Eva-chan!"
And she'd slam her door on Reika's face.
So Reika sighed and turned around, heading back home through the woods, quiet and miserable. Alone.
It was her own fault, actually, as she told herself.
By now, she should have known good things just couldn't last.
To be Continued.
