Alternative Title: DEAR LORD YOU WROTE 10 OF THESE!?
Hello, one and all! Welcome to the 10th chapter of this unusually perverted series designed for comedy! Hard to believe this started as a One-Shot now that we've come this far, huh?
It really has been a long time...
Anyway, here are some reviewer responses!
iZuikaku: You are not the first person to suggest that... but I feel like that would be treading into a totally different genre entirely.
wildarms13: I find it entertaining whenever I see Accelerator and Touma getting along, as it has been shown that they can do that. Worst was an absolute joy to write and I loved it; I'm glad you enjoyed it! Worst is one of few to escape the clutches of the Kami-Yan Disease... probably because of Accelerator somehow. Take that how you will.
whwsms: Worst tried to kink-shame using Touma as a medium... there was only way it was going to go: South! Yomikawa being a joking tease just felt in character for me... dunno why. Male Bonding is an important part of male culture... even if its just over coffee. Thanks for reading!
Mr. X: Yeah I remember... make no mistake: there are a fair bit of extra classes... don't get me started on Saver and Foreigner Classes! Seems like you have a solid roster for something, even with a villain in mind. Seems like to me you have a vision for it. I would still recommend that you take a swing at writing it yourself rather than giving it away; it genuinely sounds like you have an idea for how things should go, and the best person to do that would be yourself. I know there could be some more fun with Yomikawa and Bust Upper, but everything has to come to an end... as always, thanks for reading my friend.
Bluejack222: Maybe he does; maybe he doesn't. The only person who knows for sure is Accelerator, isn't it?
Guest (1): Its the oh-so-rare Good Ending... treasure it always. Thanks for reading!
X the Reaper: Different Genre territory like above! It appears that some people wanted Accelerator himself to get affected himself, huh...
Agent Nine: Sometimes weird is the perfect solution! Keeping the chaos fresh and tasty! It really also seems like a regular favorite for people is Accelerator and Touma bounding at the end though... did I pull it off that well? As for Worst but being Kami-Yan'd... yes; some relationships are forbidden.
Animan10: Glad you enjoyed! I imagine Accelerator and Touma's relationship as one where Accel wants to be friends, but is simply too proud to admit it, so finding odd things for him to overcome that flaw very fun to explore. Secret project is very left field... but I'm pouring my all into it!
fencer29: She's known about it... but never expected it to appear in her own home! And because of Worst no less! This is a fun idea... but I doubt i'll be doing Last Order. Not because I don't like her but... it just feels very weird to imagine, you know? Same goes for Fremea for similar reasons.
CrossFaded: Accelerator Blushing is the real main event of this chapter; forget the growing boobs! ACCELERATOR BLUSHING CANON WHEN, KAMACHIIIIIIIII!?
Sergio644: Touma is the king of self-restraint: he wouldn't fall for that so easily! Asia was done technically, though she wasn't the star... though Carissa is still up in the air...
Guest (2): Kamijou Touma is not one to take abuse lying down! Thanks for reading!
RandomPudding: Thanks; I gave this one everything I had. Broship is fun; sometimes the best of times can be made by just having friends hang out, you know?
And with that out of the way, let us begin... enjoy!
Kamijou Touma raced home as fast as he could. He had groceries in hand as well as a few miscellaneous items, but he ran home with the distinct look of fear on his face.
The reason was very simple: he was having a good day.
Good days never happen to Kamijou Touma.
The reason why such a thing is feared in this misfortunate teen's life, you ask?
Because whenever Kamijou Touma has good fortune, it is always followed by misfortune equal or greater than the good fortune he received to begin with.
And the closest thing to bad that happened today was the sudden appearance of Bust Upper in the morning upon an unsuspecting Index, but such an event was commonplace these days.
Index didn't even bite him for it anymore. The topic came up while speaking with Tsuchimikado one day and he simply answered, "It's because she finally realized that if Bust Upper is affecting her, that means you must be looking at her and only her, nya!" Though exactly what he meant was lost on the unlucky Kamijou.
What significance would looking at Index have? It clearly meant something, but the spiky-haired teenager had no idea what.
But that was just the start of the day. In class, Touma was surprised to find that his grades had suddenly improved despite his horrible attendance. In fact, he was actually in the upper half of the rest of the class, though only just barely. The reason that was significant was because normally Kamijou Touma would be borderline failing all of his classes, but the sudden revelation that he was actually going well was shocking to say the least.
Next came the distinct sign that something was amiss. The Delta Force got into one of their typical arguments (Touma distinctly remembered it about the difference between maids and secretaries) and as per usual Fukiyose came to break it up.
However, she didn't lay a single finger on the unlucky Kamijou himself. Course, Touma had noticed that the Iron Wall Girl was being kinder to him than usual recently, but that usually never stopped her from punching him when he or the Delta Force got rowdy.
At first, Touma was relieved, but then Aogami Peirce decided to speak up.
"Man… you escaped death from Fukiyose-chan… you sure are lucky today."
That's when the spiky-haired teen began to feel nervous. The realization that he was having a good day made his stomach crawl out of fear.
But, the day was still young; a lot could happen from there to the end, so he shook off the eerie feeling for the moment.
However, it came back full force when he went grocery shopping after school. Out of curiosity, he decided to buy a small time lottery ticket. He figured he wouldn't win, but the store was running a special promotion for them, and with how cheap it was he decided to spin the wheel of fortune and see what happened. But…
"Congratulations! You won the grand prize!" Was what the cashier told him when he had it scanned.
The grand prize from such a cheap ticket wasn't all that much in the long run, but to the normally very frugal Touma, it was still a rather significant financial boon.
In other words, that too was undeniable good fortune. He gulped on reflex, paid for his groceries and left with his winnings. He deposited it all into his bank account, thinking that some kind of malfunction would occur to clear his account entirely, as if him winning was some kind of false flag, but everything worked without a hitch.
First, he found out that his grades improved significantly. Second, he was spared the wrath from an angry Fukiyose. Third, he won a small-time lottery.
The reminder that good fortune would always be followed by equal or greater misfortune struck fear into the unlucky Kamijou's heart.
So upon finishing his business at the bank, he raced home as fast as he could, slamming the door behind him and locking it without delay. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was out of the public eye, he was at least in some way safe.
But… uh… you all remember the title of this story, right?
"Index? Othinus?" Touma called out after setting his groceries down in the kitchen. No answer. It appeared as though Index was out, and the lack of reply from the tiny magic god gave him the impression that she had gone with the silver haired nun.
At least until he walked out into the living room and saw a noticeable body lying in Touma's bed under the covers. It didn't answer where Othinus was, but it could be reasoned that Index was just asleep.
"…Ok, if you sleep in this late, you won't be able to sleep well tonight, so time to wake up!" Touma grabbed the blanket and pulled it up.
The person under the covers wasn't Index. But on the bright side, Kamijou Touma now knew what kind of retribution he was going to receive for all the good luck he had.
She had long black hair with a pink headband. She wore white shirt with a white jacket with blue and red sleeves, both sporting a unique N.L. insignia, and a blue miniskirt with a mechanical tail and white and red striped leggings.
Her name was Lessar, after all.
"Hey there, hot stuff. You sure are brave to tear off a blanket a girl was using; I could have been nude under here you know… or was that exactly what you were hoping for?" The girl's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she propped her head up with one arm; it was like she was expecting him.
Touma immediately threw the blanket back on top of her.
"H-hey! That was uncalled for!" Lessar threw off the blanket and sat up.
"So is breaking into my apartment unannounced… or in general." Touma replied in a dry tone.
"Breaking and entering is hardly all that bad if nothing is stolen… besides; the thing I wanted to take from you didn't show up until you walked in." Lessar smirked.
"Off my bed. Now." Touma ordered. "I do not trust you with it."
"I wasn't doing anything bad… besides; you owe me for everything today, so give me some credit… I put in a lot of work for you." Lessar grumbled.
"…W-wait! A-all of that was you!? How!?" Touma shouted. In response, Lessar began to giggle.
"Hacked into the grading database and changed your grades, first of all. You should thank me for that one; that was really hard to do for a mage, you know."
"S-so I'm not actually passing at all!? Y-you little brat! False hope is the worst kind! Such misfortune!" Touma grabbed his head. "W-wait… how about Fukiyose? Did you have anything to do with that!?"
"Nordic curse; reversed the effect of the one the Valkyrie Brynhildr in Norse Mythology. Some sources indicate that she was cursed to kill her love… but I tweaked it so instead of being compelled to kill the one she loves, she is unable to bring harm to them, directly or indirectly. Saved you some headache, huh?" Lessar proudly stated.
"…W-wait… if that stopped her from hurting me… then… that must mean…!" Touma began to blush red.
"Hey; focus on me, lover boy. We'll talk about threesomes later." Lessar crossed her arms. "…Though she does have a tight body… and huge tits that put even Bayloupe to shame…"
"…You are the second largest pervert I have ever seen." Touma sighed. "Do I even want to know about the lottery ticket…?"
"Well… I could tell you, but-"
"Don't say it." Touma stopped her. "Just… don't."
"Well that's no fun." Lessar sat on the edge of the bed. "Sooo… anywayyyy… I came here to-"
"Take me away to the United Kingdom?" Touma answered. Lessar shot up and clapped her hands together.
"Awesome; we're both on the same page! So let's-" She was interrupted when Touma abruptly copped her head.
"Not. Interested." Touma deadpanned.
"Why not!? You always say that, you know!?" Lessar whined. "It's that bitch from the Dawn-Colored Sunlight isn't it? Have you already been recruited…!?"
"…Do you know what Birdway does to her subordinates? I'm fairly certain by day three I wouldn't have shins anymore!" Touma shot back. "Besides; I'm not interested in joining ANY magic organization."
Lessar moved to retort, but suddenly jerked as Touma thrust his hand into her face, holding up a single finger.
"One; I'm still in school, and while I'm not sure about college, I know I just want to at least finish high school as a minimum." Touma replied, and then rose up a second finger. "Two, the UK is nice, but I really have no interest or reason to move abroad." And finally, a third finger. "Third, every single time I get involved with a cabal or whatever, bad stuff always happens! Primarily to me! So no; I'm not interested!"
"I-Is that so…?" Lessar spoke nervously, clearly caught off guard.
"Yes, it is." Touma nodded. "…By the way, was Index or Othinus here when you came in?"
"N-nope… they were gone long before I got here." Lessar blinked. Touma began to look around when suddenly the black-haired mage shook her head back and forth. "H-hey! You didn't even hear me out, you jerk!"
"There isn't anything you could do to change my mind, Lessar." Touma sighed and scratched his head.
"…Nothing, huh?" Once more, a sinister grin appeared on the young girl's face. Touma immediately knew what that meant and backed up on reflex.
"H-hold on, don't do anything hasty-"
It was too late; Lessar leapt up into the air and pounced, tackling the unlucky Kamijou to the ground. Touma tried to struggle against the girl, but her mechanical tail wrapped around one of his arms and held it down, while his right was pressed against the ground. She had wrapped her own legs around the unlucky Kamijou's waist.
Peaceful escape was now impossible. S-since when were mages this strong, anyway!?
"…A cute little girl like me has all kinds of ways to convince you, lover boy…! Don't think that Lessar-chan is above fighting dirty to get what she wants…!" She grinned.
"H-hold on… should a young girl like you really be doing stuff like this!?" Touma spoke.
"Oho… interesting question… tell me; do you know exactly how old I am? Hmm?" Lessar smiled confidently. Touma opened up his mouth to answer, but he actually didn't know.
She looked like she was in middle school, but that was a range that went from twelve at the youngest to fifteen at the oldest, depending on several factors.
"That's what I thought… I could just be a middle schooler with an early blessing from puberty… I could be just about to enter high school… hell; I might even be older than you. Ever heard of the concept of short girls with big tits?"
Touma thought of Hamazura for a brief moment.
"…Fun, but you don't exactly fit the second half of that statement. You're more average than big." Touma shot back. He hopped that insulting her would drive her off or at least anger her enough to try and attack him, where he could use the opportunity to escape.
It didn't work; Lessar simply grinned wider.
"Oh, but I know one real quick fix to that problem right here…!"
Touma failed to notice that only one of Lessar's hands was holding him, with his left arm actually being restrained by her tail. The other one reached up, grabbed ahold of his sunglasses, and threw them across the room.
"C-crap!" Touma cursed and shut his eyes, but Lessar simply reached up and pried one of them open with her free hand. The effect was immediate as Lessar's average bust began to grow, and started to press against the unlucky Kamijou's chest.
"Mmm… that's the good stuff… not going to lie; this feels really good…!" Lessar teased, her face starting to flush. "Take a look down; my collar is undone so you can see the show, big boy~"
Touma himself began to turn red as the eye the mage on top of him had forced open looked down. True to her word, Lessar's cleavage was on full display, and was only getting bigger. His own blush began to intensify, and it didn't help that he could feel the girl's bust take up more room between them as she pressed her chest against his.
"Like what you see, big man?" Lessar continued her act. "I can see how red you're getting… fufu; I knew this was what you were into… I remember last time on the river, you know. The idea of doing this had a similar reaction… so; how does it feel to get the real deal?"
"Lessar…!" Touma grit his teeth, trying to resist.
"It must hurt… doesn't it? You just want to reach up and feel them grow in the palms of your hands… give them a squeeze and feel them get bigger, no matter how hard you tighten your grip! They might even get large enough to rip this teeny-tiny shirt right in half… you want to see that, don't you?"
She was not letting up; not even close. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, Touma was finding it harder to resist the situation before him.
Lessar was a pro flirt; Touma didn't know if she was serious about this or not, but she did a damn good job at selling the prospect that she was. And it didn't help that flirtatious girls were a breed that Kamijou Touma very rarely dealt with.
In the world of romance, he was weak but she was strong; there was simply no competing with her on that front. Even so, he had to resist…
…For if he didn't, this story would definitely get an M rating at this rate!
But before Touma could lose himself to the prospect the girl on top of him provided, he got an idea.
If resisting her charms didn't work, then…!
"Less…ar…!" Touma breathed out. His oddly husky voice made the perverted girl pause for a moment; it really caught her off guard.
"Yes my little boy toy? What is it that you want?" Lessar replied.
"I… want to…!" Touma stoke, trailing off as if he was embarrassed.
"Want to… touch them?" Lessar smirked. Touma's eyes widened and he turned away, refusing to answer, but that in of itself told the girl all that she needed to know.
She finally broke him.
"Fufu~ perverted boy… you want to touch Lessar-chan's gigantic boobs, huh?" She replied. "Fine… I can allow that… but just with your left; I know what your right hand does in this situation you know, and I have much more planned for us…!"
Touma felt Lessar's mechanical tail let go of his left hand. It was slow and methodical; even with letting him get what he wanted she was a complete tease.
"There; go ahead and touch them as much as you want… fair warning; once you start fondling Lessar-chan, she won't be able to stop until she is completely satisfied…!" The perverted girl grinned wide. Touma's left hand rose up toward her, and she couldn't hide the excitement from showing on her face…
…however it was quickly replaced by shock when Touma abruptly shoved her side, forcing the girl off him.
"W-what the hell!?" Lessar shot right back up only to see Touma running toward his balcony… and jumping off the railing. She ran out (as fast as her chest would allow, anyway) and saw the unlucky Kamijou grabbing ahold of the railing of another student balcony on a lower level. From there, he jumped from balcony to balcony until he reached the ground, and then ran on foot.
Kamijou Touma had escaped.
"Oh god damn it!" Lessar cursed, walking back into Touma's dorm with a stomp. "That little… oh my god that was good but… fuck!" She cursed again, grabbing her head. She was impressed that he managed to play her so well, but that didn't make her feel any better about her failure.
She sighed deeply before reaching into her skirt's right pocket and pulling out a phone, dialing a number shortly after.
"…Hey, it's me." She stated. "…No, it failed. He managed to get away before I could seal the deal; I don't think the sexual approach will work a second time, least not for a while." She continued. The person on the line responded and she began to nod. "Yeah; same method for finding him should work… also… could you grab me a new shirt? This one is about to rip right down the middle and it's tight as hell…"
Touma had much to fear…
Because Lessar wasn't the only member of New Light trying to hunt him down today.
-20 Minutes Later-
"I… need a hideout…" Touma panted as he slowed and eventually stopped. He looked around the corner behind him; Lessar wasn't tailing him.
He figured it'd be hard for the New Light pervert to run after him considering her upgraded size, but after the stunt in the lake, he reasoned out that if she wanted to find him, she would, regardless of whatever size she was.
"…How does a middle school girl get so god damn good at that!" Touma stomped out of frustration. He was more than a little embarrassed; for a while, he was wrapped around her finger despite the age gap, and he felt like that fact directly assaulted his pride as a man.
At least he managed to get his sunglasses back during his retreat.
However, the question he had now was that if she was after him, how could Touma deal with it?
He checked his phone for a map. He knew a few places he could hide, like the Bakery Aogami Pierce was living at, but he was nowhere near any of them.
What he did see though was that he was relatively close to an Anti-Skill checkpoint though.
"…Like I could do that! Getting Anti-Skill involved with a magician sounds like bad news just at the thought!" Touma sighed.
He could head out that way though regardless; Anti-Skill checkpoints were usually placed close to popular areas in the city to help in case of an emergency in those locations.
If he could get to a crowd of people, he would be safe. Even someone as crazy as Lessar would avoid using magic in the open.
Therefore, he decided it was time to move and began running again, fearful that the perverted Lessar might have started to hunt him again.
However, something unusual became very clear as he began moving.
No one was around. He even checked the Anti-Skill station out of curiosity and found it abandoned.
"…This is a people clearing field." Touma gulped. He assumed the worst; that Lessar knew exactly what he was trying to do.
If crowds would make using magic difficult, then get rid of the crowds; a simple solution.
"Damn it all; Lessar! You're taking this way too far you little brat!" Touma sounded angry as he walked out.
As he shouted however, someone else responded.
Someone he wasn't expecting.
"Close but no cigar; she's retired for the moment. We'll be entertaining you instead."
A familiar crack of electricity could be heard behind the unlucky Kamijou. He turned quickly with his right hand outstretched and a bolt of lightning struck it. Imagine Breaker did it's work however, rendering it harmless.
The girl before him, the origin of the lightning, was a girl roughly two years older than the spiky-haired teen. She had shoulder-length silver hair and green eyes, but her outfit matched Lessar's uniform, aside from the fact she didn't wear a jacket and had the collar of her shirt undone, showing off a rather impressive amount of cleavage. Under her mini-skirt, the girl wore blue leggings that went down to her ankles. She spun a familiar magic item in her hand, a Steel Glove.
Touma also noticed hearing aid-like devices behind her ears that looked like two tube-like objects sticking from them.
"So you stopped Gjallarhorn's lightning… not bad." The girl spoke.
"Wait… I recognize that outfit…" Touma blinked, and then promptly began to back up. "Y-you're with Lessar, aren't you!?"
"Name is Bayloupe… well; looks like I got your attention long enough." The girl simply commented as someone crashed into the unlucky Kamijou from behind.
Which was immediately followed by him being restrained by the one who ran into him who now sat on his back.
She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and wore a New Light uniform just like the others. The only notable difference from that norm was that her tights were red and only went down to knees. However, she did have a set of small mechanical wings on her back.
"Finally… I get to pay you back for that stunt you pulled back in London!" The girl shouted.
"You! You… you…" Touma trailed off. "…Who are you again?"
"Y-you don't even remember my name!?" The blonde shouted. "Why you… that's it! I'm taking my revenge- ow!" One of the girl's hands flew up to her head in reaction to Bayloupe hitting it with her Steel Glove.
"Calm down, Floris. We're trying to recruit him, not murder him." The silver-haired girl pointed out.
"…Lessar is right around the corner, isn't she?" Touma sighed.
"No; Lancis is tending to her… judging from the look of things, you did a number on her." Bayloupe commented.
"Pervert." Floris added.
"Hey! She's the one to took off my sunglasses! If I had control over the damn thing I wouldn't let it out ever!" Touma shouted.
"Like it matters! Only a pervert would have an ability like that, so you're one by default!" The blonde shouted. Shortly after The silver-haired girl hit her head with her Steel Glove again.
"What part of "Trying to recruit" don't you understand? I know you have a grudge, but knock it off already." Bayloupe commented. "Save it for when he's on board."
"You say that like I would accept knowing full well my doom is waiting for me the moment I say yes!" Touma shouted back.
"…You heard him; no revenge." Bayloupe decided suddenly.
"Oh come on! Just a little bit! He freed me only to send me right back to one of the magicians who locked me up to begin with during British Halloween!" Floris shouted. Bayloupe simply knelt down to the restrained Kamijou, ignoring her, causing the blonde to fume.
"Sorry about her… she gets intense when she holds a grudge…So what's it going to take?" Bayloupe knelt down to the restrained Kamijou. "Seeing as Lessar's seduction tactic didn't work, I guess the appeal of being surrounded by girls wouldn't work either."
"…What can I say? I'm not interested, and I already explained myself to Lessar." Touma stated. "Besides, I'm just a high school student; outside of my right arm I'm not very special. You'd have to do a lot of support just to make me useable because I can't use magic."
"Already had preparation for that; if we weren't aware of that fact we wouldn't have seeked you out." The silver-haired girl stated. "…Well, Lessar might of, but we wouldn't at least."
"I think Lessar is just into him; she's always been overly sexual, but she's never been anywhere near this intense until we decided to try and recruit the Imagine Breaker." Floris stated. In response to this statement, the unlucky Kamijou began to blush.
"…First she somehow reveals how Fukiyose feels to me, and now she likes me too? Who the hell else?" Touma deadpanned, despite his flushed appearance.
"Don't know; the perverted brat is always commenting that she has lots of stiff competition though." Floris crossed her arms. Touma wasn't even resisting anymore; he simply resigned himself to his fate, so there was little reason to restrain him.
"…Such misfortune… I feel like war is in my future… whether I get a girlfriend or not I feel like my fate has been sealed…" Touma stated.
"Anyway, enough about your twisted love life; back on topic. What's it going to take to get you to join?" Bayloupe asked again. Touma sighed.
"I'm not interested. Besides, I'm still in high school; I can't just drop out when my parents sent me here you know…" He stated.
"That's fine; I'm willing to wait. A lot can happen in two years so it'd make sense you'd be not willing to commit to anything." Bayloupe blinked.
Touma blinked back.
"…Pardon?"
"I said I'd be willing to wait on a proper answer." The silver-haired girl replied.
"…You are being a lot more reasonable then Lessar…" Touma replied. "…But still; I don't have any reason to move to the UK. Plus, whenever I get involved with magic organizations, stuff always goes south…"
"And if it does, we'd be right there to help you out; if anything bad happened we'd be right there to back you up." Bayloupe replied. "…But if you actually don't want to move, that's a difficult problem to remedy…" The girl rubbed her head and looked off into the distance, thinking.
Touma tilted his head. This was new to him; during his past dealing with New Light via Lessar, his arguments were always ignored, but this girl was actually considering them.
Even Floris was being patient… well, at least when she calmed down.
It really was a change of pace.
"…Going to need time on this one, but you are a going to wait until you're out of school anyway, then there's no rush." Bayloupe crossed her arms under her chest. "I'll find some way to make it a worthwhile prospect. No sense dragging you all the way out if you don't want to go."
"I think that's what Lessar was trying to do… in her own way." Touma added. "…Thanks for at least considering what I'm saying; Lessar always just tries to ignore my arguments and force me to go along with it… though it could do without tackling me to the ground…"
"That's fair. Floris, could… you…" Bayloupe turned as she spoke, but slowed down to a crawl upon looking at the blonde sitting on Touma's back.
"…What's gotten into you? You just want me to get off of him right?" Floris stated. "Seriously, you sound like you just saw-"
"What exactly are you doing on Kamijou's back?" A third female voice was heard. The calm atmosphere was erased immediately.
For that voice sounded like Othinus, and aside from the little magic god herself, there was only one other person who sounded similar.
"…Birdway, is that you?" Touma asked.
"So you like being sat on, you big pervert?" The voice was undeniably that of Leivinia Birdway, and from the sound of it, she was right behind Floris.
"…Ah, that's right. She's after Kamijou too." Bayloupe stood up and spun her Steel Glove around. "Guess that means peaceful negotiations have ended then."
"Seems that way." Floris nodded in agreement, nodding and stand up in the process.
"C-can't we have a nice peaceful talk about this?" Touma nervously suggested. "I know a nice family restaurant not that far from here, and-"
Before he could even finish, a magical explosion sent the unlucky Kamijou rolling to the side. When he sat up, all he could see was carnage.
New Light was directly challenging the Dawn Colored Sunlight.
…And it was over him, no less.
Now that they were fighting with magic rather than words, there was only one thing he could do to ensure his safety.
"Hah… is that all you got!?" Leivinia held her wand in one hand.
"Funny; I was going to say that to you. For a cabal boss you sure are a spoiled little brat!" Bayloupe spat with a smirk.
"A spoiled brat, huh…? I see how it is." Leivinia stated. "Kamijou, just sit right there. I'll take care of this little annoyance for you in just a-"
"Kamijou has been gone for a while, you know." Floris stated. The blonde cabal boss blinked and turned to her left, only to see that the Imagine Breaker was nowhere to be seen.
"T-that bastard! Where did he go!?" Leivinia shouted.
-Touma's Dorm, 34 Minutes Later-
"She better not still be here or I swear to god…!" Touma vanished into the back alleys, using his intimate knowledge of Academy City's layout to his advantage.
His thought process was that if Birdway was in town and fighting against New Light, that the girls would call for backup, which would mean that even if Lessar had intended to camp-out at his dorm all night, she'd have to withdraw to help her associates.
Besides; even if she didn't leave, Touma didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. He knew that Index would eventually come home, and as long as the unlucky Kamijou wasn't alone, he'd more than likely be fine.
However, when he unlocked the door.
"Hey there, big man~ welcome home!" Lessar was in his apartment, almost exactly how he left it. And there was no Index or Othinus in sight.
Lessar had a new shirt though, a much bigger one. However, it appeared that New Light had underestimated how potent Bust Upper was, as it still looked rather tight across her engorged chest.
"…On second thought, I did just win a bunch of money, maybe a hotel room for the night would be nice." Touma began to close the door and leave, but Lessar shot over to it.
"J-just a second!" She held the door in place. "I-I'm not going to try anything this time, I swear!"
"Likely story! The moment I'm inside, I'll be pinned to the ground again!" Touma shouted back. "Being ambushed every five minutes isn't exactly what I'd call pleasurable you brat!"
"J-just hear me out!" Lessar shouted back. She looked like she was getting frustrated.
"I remember when I gave you a chance before; it almost ended in sexual assault! I don't want my first time to be something as insignificant as some kind of stupid bribe!" Touma tried to pull the door shut, but Lessar continued to resist.
"Just listen to me! It's not about that, I swear!" She yelled.
"I've heard that before too! You always pull stunts like this! How can I trust what you're saying when you go out of your way to betray it every single time!?" Touma shouted again. This statement appeared to anger the perverted mage who promptly let go of the door, causing it to slam and the unlucky Kamijou to tumble towards the metal railing.
"F-fine! Fuck off then! See if I care you bastard!" Lessar shouted from within his dorm, promptly sitting down against the door to hold it shut.
There was silence for a time, but it was broken by the mage herself.
"…It wasn't just about New Light to me, you jerk…" She spoke to herself. She frowned and held her head down. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her head a little, flicking some of her long black hair behind her ear.
However, she didn't hear a reply. She didn't even footsteps walking away. A few minutes passed before she stood up and moved to open the door.
"…I'm not letting you back in, so-" She cut herself off when she saw outside.
Touma had apparently hit his head on the railing during their struggle, and was bleeding due to the impact
"…C-Crap! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shiiiiiittttt!" Lessar cried out as she ran over to him. "H-he didn't hit it that hard, did he!? Oh god damn it… come on Lessar-chan, think! Thiiiiiink!" She began to frantically look around. She checked his pulse and confirmed that he was still alive at least.
She glanced back and forth before pulling Touma into his dorm.
About forty-five minutes passed before the unlucky Kamijou came to.
"…Ow… my head…" He sat up, finding himself in his bed. He reached up toward where the throbbing was coming from but a hand stopped him.
"I already took care of it; the spot is just really tender… you hit your head on that railing awfully hard…" Lessar was sitting on the edge of the bed as she spoke, hovering over his lower just enough to reach his arm. She let go after that and shook her head. "…Seriously… you scared the crap out of me." She sighed and shifted back to a normal sitting position.
Not before Touma caught a full glimpse of how big she had gotten though. He blushed red for a moment, but quickly shook it off.
"…Thanks." Touma replied, sitting up in bed. It was silent between the two for a while. Touma suddenly felt nervous and began to rub his head like he normally would when he suddenly touched the injury and screeched out in pain.
"…I grabbed your hand specifically so you wouldn't do that you know." Lessar sighed.
"I-It's a reflex…" Touma replied. After another moment or two, he took a deep breath. "…Hey, listen. Sorry about before… I didn't mean to make you mad like that."
"It's fine. It's my own fault anyway." Lessar replied in a depressed tone. Touma didn't respond immediately and simply shifted in bed so that he was sitting next to her.
"…You just get a little too forceful sometimes. I know you want me to join your group… but…" He rubbed his neck.
"It's not just about New Light, you know." Lessar replied. "It's part of it, but it's not the only thing. I don't even know if it's the most important thing or not, ok?"
"I… hear what you're saying. Sorry again." Touma felt guilty. Sure, he wanted her to back off from her attempts at seducing him, but he didn't want to depress the poor girl.
"I know; I went too far this time… but I wouldn't go this far for just anyone; if I didn't care I wouldn't even think of it. Someone has to be really special for me to consider a route like this, understand? So at least give me a little bit of credit…" Lessar trailed off with a depressed sigh.
The room was quiet again. After a moment, a surprised 'eep!' came from the black-haired girl's lips.
This was because Touma had raised his hand to pat the girl's head.
"It's fine… I understand, I think. You just really want me to come back with you, right?" Touma asked.
"Y-yeah…" Lessar blushed red at the sudden action.
"I think I get it… sorry that I can't, but there is just a lot more to it than just packing my bags and moving for me." Touma continued to pat the girl's head.
"That… makes sense." Lessar sighed.
"…But," Touma began. "I happen to find myself all over the place for a lot of reasons. If I happen to be in the UK, I'll let you know and we can do something, alright? It might not be joining your group, but I can promise this much, ok?"
"Y-you mean it?" Lessar turned to face him. "What if… what if we need help with something?"
"As long as it's not illegal, I don't mind helping out I guess…" Touma replied. "If you find yourself in trouble and I'm around, just ask. I'll be more than happy to lend a helping hand."
Slowly but surely, Lessar began to smile.
"Alright… thank you, Kamijou Touma." She spoke with earnest joy in her voice. Touma simply smiled back and continued to rub her head. The next action the black-haired girl took however was highly unexpected.
She abruptly pushed him back down onto the bed and pinned him, crashing her currently enormous chest against his own, causing the spiky-haired teen's face to light up bright red.
It was happening again.
"W-what the hell!?" Touma shouted.
"Thanks… you made this girl feel really happy just now, you know?" Lessar giggled.
"Damn it all Lessar; we just talked about this! You don't have to do this just to try and drag me back with you!" Touma shouted in an annoyed tone.
"Oh, this isn't about that." Lessar smirked devilishly. "This one is just something I really want to do with you…!"
"P-pardon…!?" Touma's blush deepened.
"That's right; you and only you. And only because I want to… we can go as far as you want; no strings attached, lover boy." Her own face was beginning to flush as her breathing got more intense. She pressed her bust into him more as her arms made an attempt to wrap around Touma's body.
"L-Lessar…! Y-your chest…!" Touma cried out, but the perverted mage simply giggled.
"That's right… like to feel your handy work personally?" She grinned. "They sure got sensitive… but I wonder… just how big I can get… don't you…?"
She began to reach for his sunglasses again. It was just like before, but somehow worse.
The idea that she was just doing it for him was weakening his resolve much more quickly than before.
Without divine intervention, there would be no way that this story could avoid an upgrade to an M-rating!
Lucky for us, the gods above are kind, and understand this plight.
A hand came out of nowhere and abruptly chopped the young girl's neck. She let out only a small cry before suddenly collapsing unconscious. To say Touma was confused was an understatement.
It was revealed to be Mark Space who had saved the unlucky Kamijou.
"…Thanks. I had no idea where that would go if you didn't get involved." Touma let out a heavy sigh.
"The boss simply instructed me to look after you should she lose sight of you; no more, no less." Mark replied. "Now; we should move her before-"
"Mark… what is a girl with watermelon-sized tits doing on top of Kamijou…?" A voice rang out from none-other than Leivinia Birdway, who had not-so-politely let herself in.
If she wasn't mad before, she was now.
And neither of them were safe from this girl's wrath.
And welcome to the bottom!
First things first: If anything can push the boundary between T and M ratings... it is Lessar. And of course it was fun to see Birdway make a sudden return, too. I might do a second round for her if I can find a genuinely good idea.
I hope you all enjoyed. Please review at your leisure; I still enjoy feedback.
Have a good day, my friends!
Sincerely,
ArmoredCoreNineBall, your friendly (not)robotic (not)overlord (possibly)person who occasionally writes things.