Established KonoSetsu relationship in this chappie!

04. Cellphone (tied to 01, 02)

Sounds of panting. The slight creak of the bed.

Then, suddenly, the ringtone of a cellphone screeched loudly.

"Just ignore it," said someone's breathless voice.

Apparently the other person agreed, as they started moaning.

Unfortunately for them, the cellphone rang again. And again. And again. And—

Hissing in annoyance, a hand snatched the phone and snapped it open.

"What?"

"...Well, aren't you in a great mood today."

A sigh.

"Asuna, what do you want?"

"I was wondering if you knew where Konoka was...?"

A pause. Heavy breathing.

"...No, I haven't seen her today."

"Oh. That's strange. She's almost always around you."

"...Huh. Really?"

"...Yeah. So, uh, her grandpa wanted to see her."

"Oh, the—" a sharp intake of breath here, "—Dean?" Her voice quivered embarrassingly here.

"...Um, yeah," the other girl said slowly. "For, you know, probably another omiai. I feel sorry for Konoka, I really do."

"Yes, well, I'll make sureahh!"

Her sentence broke off into a moan.

"...Setsuna? Uh, you alright?"

"Oh. Oh yeah, I'm, ah, fine! Yess! Nn..."

Trying very hard to block the disturbing—and admittedly hot—mental images, the girl on the other side of the phone laughed nervously, her cheeks starting to redden.

"I, uh, should call later. Or not at all."

"Okay..."

Another moan.

Then, quieter, "Stop it!"

A teasing touch, and a seductive voice purring, "Oh, you don't like this?"

Feeling increasingly embarassed, the girl still on the phone said, "Right," while trying not to think about why that voice sounded so familiar.

"Ah...! Kono—!" was the last thing she heard before she quickly hung up.

Meanwhile, in the lovers' bedroom, the cellphone slipped from someone's hand.

Said someone groaned, "God, Kono-chan... we could've gotten caught!"

The accused girl grinned slyly, not feeling a single drop of guilt. "You know you liked it," she countered.

"Yeah, well—"

A very pleased moan slipped from her lips, effectively cutting off whatever she had been about to say. Oh well. As long as those talented hands continued to stroke her, forcing any coherent thought out of her mind, she'd do pretty much anything.

"I don't think anyone would believe that silent, stoic Setsuna was actually very vocal in bed."

Said girl flushed a bright red, and pinned down the other girl, kissing her hard in retaliation and rendering her breathless.

"You know you like it," she smirked, before leaning down to kiss her lover again.

Asuna stared at her phone.

There was no way Setsuna and Konoka were doing what she thought they were doing right now.

But with all that moaning and panting and other noises, it seemed very, very likely.

Numbly she slid her cellphone open again, and pushed the number for Konoemon's office.

"Oh, Asuna-kun! How are you?"

Unwanted flashes of Setsuna and Konoka tangled in a very... dangerous position, naked, appeared in her mind, and she flushed.

"They're fine—I mean, I'm fine! Me!"

Her voice seemed a pitch too high.

She started to sweat when Konoemon gave a long pause, but let out a breath when he continued.

"...Hm. Is there something you needed?"

"Ah, er... I, uh... I don't think you really want to see Konoka right now."

Or Setsuna.

"...I see. May I ask why?"

To save you from embarrassment of catching them in The Act. To give them a little privacy.

"...Ah, well, you see... I mean, she's really busy right now. You know that time of the year! So much to do! Oh, and don't... don't check Setsuna's room either! Um, I already called her and stuff, so..." A nervous giggled accompanied her last sentence. Realizing she was babbling, she quickly changed the subject. "So yeah! That's... that's all. Sorry for taking up your time!"

She closed her cellphone after exchanging hasty goodbyes with the Dean, and cursed herself when her thoughts of Konoka and Setsuna and hot lesbian sex led to herself and a blonde and kinky hot lesbian sex.

She should never have kissed that damn blonde!