Not Even Bothering with the Excuses

by OverMaster

Plot What Plot, Lemon, No Fourth Wall, Animated Actors, Harem, Rule 63, plays loose and wild with the rules and continuity of the Unequally universe. Nods to the works of Darkenning and Shadow Crystal Mage, as usual. Negi, Chisame and Hakase get fed up because I never finish what I start, will this time be any different, or will coronavirus or something else get me first?

5. Lesson 4

Mahou Sensei Negima! is the creation and intellectual property of Akamatsu Ken and Kodansha.

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Not Even Bothering with the Excuses.

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Chapter Four.

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"Chachamaru, come here," the Master had said, and as usual, Chachamaru had quickly obeyed.

She had stood before the tiny vampire, with her head low and her hands folded before herself, and she had noticed the unusual short pause the diminutive terror had taken before addressing her.

"Boya is growing up," Evangeline had said at last. Since no further statement was issued immediately, Chachamaru had supposed it was her turn to speak.

"I haven't detected any recent organic growth, but if you mean a psychological development, yes. He has been acting... different of late."

"Right," the blonde had said. Another pause. "What do you think about that... development?"

Since she hadn't been programmed to lie, she had been honest. "It's not my place to judge it or him, but I wouldn't call it a positive development. He's been brooding in silence, to himself, bottling his emotions up. His heart rate has been higher during the last few weeks. I have informed Hakase about it, of course."

Evangeline had nodded. "Very well. You are right, the stagnation of his cause has frustrated him a lot. However, we have just started taking steps to help him relieve that pressure, and from his first reactions, I would say we've managed to make the little idiot somewhat happier. You, of course, are welcome to join those efforts, should you wish to."

Karakuri had raised her light green gaze then. "I would be honored. What do I need to do?"

Evangeline's earlier reluctance had returned then. "Well..." she had ended up saying, "Hakase would need performing some upgrades on you first. Of a physical nature. She's said she can do it, but-"

"I don't understand," Chachamaru had confessed.

And Evangeline had sighed, before just giving up on the pretenses and telling her outright.

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Now:

"Negi-sensei just called," Shizuna-sensei informed, entering the room as the teachers shared their cups of coffee before starting their day. Even Taiga and Kuroi were there early for a change. "He's reporting himself sick, and he needs a replacement. Hanyu-sensei, you have the first few hours free, you can cover for him at 3-A, can't you?"

"Eh? I guess I can..." Hanyu Mimi grimaced slightly. "That's weird though, I don't think he's ever called in sick before..."

"He's just a kid after all," the red-haired Sugiura Midori shrugged. "I've always thought he strains himself way too much!"

"Shizuna-san, you're close enough to Takahata-sensei, more than any of us at least," Nyamo-sensei suggested casually, while Yukari-sensei made a cat smile from behind her. "Why don't you tell him to talk with him man to man, you know, so he takes things easier? He'll listen to him."

Shizuna sighed. "Yes, well, I'm not sure they'll be able to talk so frequently in the near future. Konoemon-sensei is seriously thinking about listening to those complaints from the parents' committee and shuffling all adult male teachers strictly to the boys' area."

The gorgeous, pink haired Kirisu Mafuyu nodded solemnly. "A belated but very wise decision. All those nasty rumors had started chipping away at our reputation."

"Oh, come on," Taiga grumbled, "are you gonna tell us that, say, Kuzuki-sensei is a predator? I don't think he even has blood in those veins. More like freezer liquid."

Midori chuckled and Yukari guffawed, while Mafuyu and Nyamo simply looked at Fujimura in stern disapproval. "Well," Midori allowed feistily, "you never know! Wataru-kun and Takamichi have a lot of admirers, as does... as does..." she trailed off, as if losing her train of thought.

"Who? Nitta?" the blonde Kuroi smirked sarcastically.

Midori shook her head after another moment. "No, no... Forget it. I kinda thought of someone else, for a moment, I don't know why. Must've been thinking of someone from my own days as a student."

"Well, you're still seventeen, so that was practically yesterday, wasn't it?" the bespectacled Hanyu teased her.

Midori frowned. "Damn straight! Ugh, but if they're going to reshuffle the hours, no doubt we'll end up with more responsibilities for each."

"I believe the Headmaster will simply take you off your hours teaching the boys and reassign you with the girls full time," Shizuna informed. "That's not official yet, of course, but there should be an announcement soon enough."

"That's for the best," Mafuyu mused with a nod. "We should teach female students, and the men counsel only the males. That way, those rumors will finally cease."

"Oh, yes, especially those nasty rumors about this particular student, what is his name..." Mimi tried to recall, "Nariyuki-kun?"

Mafuyu's eyes narrowed in a vicious silence, but right then, much to Shizuna's relief, the bell rang, breaking the tension. "That'll be enough, we'll keep discussing matters later!" she clapped, herding the other women out. "Have a good day, everyone, and remember, I'll be here all day long if you need me..."

Only after they were gone their separate ways, the very busty assistant to the Headmaster sat behind one of the desks and drew a rather deep breath.

Her blue eyes briefly wandered over the desk. It was... whose desk, actually? She could vaguely swear it had been assigned to a particular teacher before, but...

She counted the rest of the desks around the large room in silence, and then stroked her chin in pensive silence.

No, of course not. How silly of her.

This was just the same old extra desk they always had kept there for some reason. Nothing else.

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Negi Springfield stood at the deserted bus stop, alone and wearing a plain gray suit, opposed to his usual dark green ones.

All students were starting classes this early in the morning, and so he'd been able to sneak out of the dormitories without being seen. If someone had caught him in the act, he'd just have to lie and say he was going to see Mikado-sensei, which he guessed was technically true. Sooner or later, they'd need to have a talk with her.

He had been waiting for five minutes at the place Chisame had told him during her call when he noticed Asakura Kazumi approaching him, in high heeled sandals, short shorts, and a yellow top, hands in her pockets. "Good morning, Sensei," the young woman greeted him casually. "So I was correct in my hunch. You did skip classes today."

Negi sighed. "I thought we had agreed on meeting tonight, Kazumi."

"If my other hunch is correct too, she might not let you go by then. I'm tagging along, just in case," she shrugged, staring down the long highway stretching into the distance. "Are you gonna do it with her, too?"

"I'm not even sure what she wants from me," the boy admitted. "It might be that. She might just want to try and talk me out of this. She might just want to figure out what to do, herself."

"I'm in half a mind to stop you myself," Kazumi admitted in turn, "not that I could if I wanted, right?"

"Kazumi..."

She pulled a small box of wrapped Pockys out, put one in her mouth, and began chewing. "Hell, for all I know Iinchou could even be clinging to the hope they were lying to her, for some reason. She wants you to confirm it."

"That'd explain why she didn't want the girls coming along," Negi allowed, seeing the black limousine appear down the road, very small at first. "I'll be honest, that could include you as well."

"I'm still an outsider, still an impartial observer," Asakura shrugged it off. "If she doesn't believe me, that'll be her own problem." She offered him another Pocky. "Wanna some?"

He exhaled and accepted it. "Thank you very much."

Soon, the sleek, elegant vehicle stopped right before them, and Negi swallowed. The back window rolled down, and Ayaka, in a pristine white long dress, stared at them from above the shade of dark glasses. Her eyes were distinctly reddened, Asakura noticed.

"Asakura-san," the heiress said coldly. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm coming," Kazumi said without blinking, "just to make sure you don't do anything you'd regret later, Iinchou. Because, believe it or not, I think of you as my friend. Relax. I'm not a part of this yet."

"Yet..." Ayaka echoed the word with icy irony, then nodded sparsely at the nervous young man. "Good morning, Negi-sensei," she finally spoke to him, opening the back door. "Please get in. You as well, Asakura-san."

"Thank you," Negi steeled himself and went in. As Kazumi closed after them, he noticed Roberta was at the wheel, the tall dark haired woman in a black chaffeur outfit that made her look vaguely androgynous, and complimented her muscular frame nicely. "Good morning to you as well, Roberta-san," he bowed his head politely. "It's been a while."

Roberta made a vague sound before starting the car again, then turning around and taking the way back to the Yukihiro Manor.

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She kept on racing, trying to reach the source before it was too late.

She had felt the disturbance several hours ago in her subjective time yet, but more than ten years later in objective time. It had taken her a full hour to localize the exact origin of the ripples in the pattern. Then two more to access the Gates of Time, and to make the trip work. For Meioh Setsuna, it would have been easier. But Meioh Setsuna was not in this plane of reality anymore, at no point of its continuum. Only Akagi Ritsuko remembered her, and for her sake, she had to make this work.

So she raced through the darkened maze of hallways, the heels of her boots constantly tapping against the floors with each turn and sprint of her desperate race. She knew, of course, that she had been found out already, and someone would be dispatched to deal with her before she could reach her ultimate destination, but, even so-

Ah. There she was, right in time. The blonde Sailor Pluto ducked in the darkness, barely dodging the first hail of bullets wheezing over her head. She thrusted her staff ahead, whispered "Dead Scream," and let the power flow out.

A short haired young woman in black urban commando gear was blown back, slamming against a wall. Of course. The target's main asset had to be by his side at the moment. That gave Ritsuko a momentary edge, as long as-

As she ran past the fallen woman, she felt a sharp pain biting into her right heel. Swinging with a side kick, she barely slowed down as she kicked the prone Maiya Hisau in the jaw, knocking her unconscious. As she dropped the huge knife, Sailor Pluto staggered the last few steps separating her from the moonlight bathed courtyard, and saw-

She was too late. Far too late. Two dead bodies were on display, one just dropped off a downed wheelchair, and the other splattered in blood, several steps apart from the former. A small figure in a long blue battle dress was tossed further aside, crumbled into a ball in the shadows of a corner, but a quick glance told Ritsuko this person was breathing yet, even if all too subtly. Elsewhere, the diffuse shade of a staggering lean man was vanishing in the air, cursing incoherently and puking out streams of black blood dissipating in the cold breeze along him.

Sailor Pluto, hissing in anger, shot a look up. The almost skeletally thin presence standing on the collapsing ceiling of the old storehouse gazed down at her, holding a knocked out beautiful young lady with short red hair in his arms.

"Who are you?" the Senshi of Time hissed, readying herself for combat.

"I'm your puppet master," the gaunt stranger spoke, in an oddly nasal, whiny voice. "Without me, you wouldn't even be what you are now. And you wouldn't have noticed my presence if I hadn't tipped you off, either. You are just another tool for an end."

She gave a resolute step towards him. "Why are you doing this?" she asked next.

"It all builds up to a single result which you, too, are a part of," the hooded unknown said as Lancer's figure finished evaporating. "I needed you here, you'll see, so I could move my plot forward. So they could see the buildup increasing, developing. Now that you've served that purpose, we both can move back to our proper places."

Ritsuko squinted, still unwilling to blast at him since he had a hostage. It was true that said hostage was supposed to die tonight, but not like this. Enough damage had already been brought to the continuum. "You're clearly insane," she accused him. "Do you even realize what you have done tonight?"

"Yes, of course I do. Irisviel von Einzbern will suffer, but be forced to take the Saber as her actual Servant now. And Emiya Kiritsugu will never adopt an orphan in the fire. That is part of the plan as well. You'll know the rest in your due time, Professor. Farewell. There's no further point to this conversation."

And he disappeared with the redhead, as Ritsuko could only watch on, as if she had been literally nailed to the ground.

Then, baffled at herself, she turned back on her steps and walked away, like a broken woman. On her way, she noticed Maiya had disappeared as well. There was no way she would have left without her mentor or his dead body, so-

Then an icy shudder of realization ran up Ritsuko's spine, right before waking up.

"- suko?" she heard Misato's voice, as the other woman shook her by a shoulder. "Wake up already, Ritsuko, what? Didn't you get any sleep last night?"

Doctor Akagi opened her eyes, blinked a few times at the amused face of her colleague in the Applied Scientifics Development department, and then straightened up in her chair, rubbing her own eyes with two fingers. "No..." she breathed out in defeat. "I didn't get any at all."

"What, worried about the new girl sent from England?" Misato asked now. "Hey, at least you won't have to shelter her for the duration of her stay. Asuka-chan's not taking the news well, let me tell you. Why are you so pale? Were you having a nightmare?"

"Yes. Yes, I was," Ritsuko admitted bluntly. "Misato, you know everyone who is close to Headmaster Konoe, don't you?"

"Of course I do, that's part of my job. Why do you ask?"

"Have you ever heard of one Emiya Kiritsugu and his son?"

"Emiya...?" Misato frowned. "No, I haven't ever heard of him. It must be a casual acquaintance of the old man, because I've never-"

"Emiya Kiritsugu, you said?" coolly asked another woman, approaching the bureau's water cooler to fill herself a paper glass, and making Ritsuko's heart jump in her chest. "Where did you ever hear that name?"

"Ah, Maiya-chan," Misato smiled at the black haired woman, who didn't look a day older from ten years ago and now regarded Akagi with distrustful suspicion. "So you're familiar with this person as well? Well, what's so important about him?"

"Not much, he died ten years ago, and he never had a son," Maiya said as Ritsuko's feeling of dread increased. She took a gulp of water. "But he has a widow and a daughter living on campus. You wouldn't recognize them from that name, but they are the Einzberns..."

And then Ritsuko knew for sure that she had just shat the bed. Again.

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The car ride had been terribly uncomfortable so far, and Kazumi had been in several uncomfortable car trips before. Most of them involving her family. This might just be the worst of them though, especially from the way Negi seemed to actually suffer in silence, sitting between her and Ayaka while the latter just looked out the window, refusing to make eye contact with either.

"So, um," Asakura eventually said, since she couldn't stand the silence anymore. "How's Mizore-chan?"

"The young mistress is at home right now," Roberta explained dryly, "since her private school was recently attacked by the Mad Thinker. She will be staying with us until the repairs are finished."

"Ah, yes, I'd heard about that, but I didn't know that was her school," Asakura said, happy to have found an apparently safe topic. "Um, and Iinchou's parents, are they also-"

"No, of course not. Why would they be?" Ayaka interrupted, her tone as tense as before, eyes still fixed on the world beyond the window.

Kazumi couldn't help gulping. "Right, it's a time of the year very demanding for industries."

"It always is," Ayaka added in the same cold tone.

Negi squirmed in place slightly, and looked up at Kazumi as if begging her to stop talking.

For what she thought to be his own good, she shook her head. "Roberta-san," she said then, "you haven't been told why you're driving us home, are you?"

"There's no particular reason why I should be told," the tall black haired woman said stoically.

Ah, but you realize she's never been this angry at Negi before. Or angry at all at him, that is, the amateur reporter thought, nonetheless deciding not to push her luck further.

"You are aware of the reasons, though, aren't you, Asakura-san?" Ayaka asked then. "Of course you would be."

"Yep, that's me. Then you also can tell that they didn't tell me, I learned it on my own. So, if it's any consolation, you were approached to be told before they even thought of doing the same for me."

"It's not," Ayaka said, and Negi sank in the backseat miserably.

Asakura placed a hand on his shoulder, then told the heiress, "Look, I'm aware that they weren't obligated to ever tell me at all, I'm not one of you, but-"

"No," Ayaka interjected bluntly. "Of course you are one of us, for good or ill. You're still 3-A. That's what truly matters for me."

Kazumi allowed herself a smile. "My, won't the Vice Prez be unhappy when she hears that..."

"That is different," Ayaka said irritably, the manor finally visible ahead of them. "Now, make sure of putting a good face before Mizore. I'd rather do this without having her at home, but fates play cruel games with us and often we cannot help but going along with them."

Negi closed his eyes and felt Kazumi's hand tighten on his shoulder as the limo entered the manor's grounds.

He reached over and squeezed his hand on hers to thank the young lady.

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"Ojou-sama," Fubuki-san, the large breasted, young yet dark gray haired head of maids, bowed at them as they approached the front doors of the mansion. "Negi-sensei and Asakura-san, as well. Welcome all."

"Where is Mizore?" Ayaka asked, not bothering to sound gentle.

"Ah, Mizore-ojousama is enjoying herself at the pool right now," Fubuki said, obviously surprised by her mistress' out of character behavior. "Naturally, we made her wait a full hour after eating. We can call her over if you want us to..."

"No, leave her where she is," Ayaka said, walking past her and closely followed by the scowling Roberta. Asakura and Negi bowed sympathetically to her in their own way in. "You keep watch over her, and I'll call you if I need your services."

The four of them then made it, guided by Ayaka, to one of those large rooms with few furniture but an exquisite table and its chairs. Asuna had once said that Ayaka had around two dozen different meeting rooms in her house for some reason, and after a few visits, Negi felt silently inclined to agree.

"Is the box under the table as I instructed?" Ayaka asked Roberta once they were there.

The Latin American woman nodded.

"Good. Leave us alone then. What I told Fubuki-san also applies to you."

"Ojou-sama," Roberta bowed deeply, then departed with her chin high, but not before giving Negi a quick, passing angry stare that sent a shudder up his spine.

"Okay, enough preliminaries then, Iinchou," Kazumi said while Ayaka locked the door up. "Unload it already, please. You're only hurting yourself this way."

"Kazumi-san..." Negi sighed sadly.

Ayaka moved past them and around the table, grabbing a box from under it and placing it on the mantle. She opened the box and pulled a half-empty bottle out, setting it before them. "I'm not going to claim I haven't ever held secrets from you either, Sensei," she said evenly. "Do you recognize this?"

Negi blinked, adjusting his bifocals and taking a close look. "Why, yes, I do! Is this... the love potion...?"

"The same one that caused Chisame-san and Asuna-san so much grief during Valentine's Day, indeed," Ayaka confirmed with a nod.

"But... I thought it all had been lost..." Negi babbled, perplexed.

"I ended up with this much in my possession after the fact, and I've kept it safe from misuse by anyone ever since," the blonde reported while Kazumi stroked her own chin. "Still, I'm aware whoever prepared this formula might have conceived more of it, s, after my initial outrage, I began wondering whether you and... those classmates of mine hadn't succumbed to its mind altering effects. In that case, I suppose I have nothing to hold against any of you, but Chisame-san said... that..."

Negi nodded. "We can't lie. She's right, this had nothing to do with chemically induced alterations to our behavior. I'm sorry."

"I see," Ayaka said, lowering her gaze, a hand tightening around the neck of the bottle. "I had dared to hope, regardless..." Then she looked at Negi's face, and added, "This has hurt Chachamaru-san ever harder than it has hit me, do you know that, Negi-sensei?"

Negi swallowed and rubbed a fist on his forehead. "Believe me, if I could turn time back, I'd be much more considerate of my actions and their consequences, but-"

"But there's no point in dwelling on what-ifs," Ayaka grimly completed the sentence for him. "I still don't understand, despite Chisame-sama's explanations, why didn't you resort to me from the start, so I could stop you from doing this to yourselves, but she is right in that there's no reason to ruminate any further on that. Even then, to get emotional closure, I believe I'm entitled to, at the very least, some manner of explanation on the subject."

"I didn't want to hurt you," Negi said. "I was afraid."

"Well, you have hurt me regardless," Ayaka stifled a tear or two or three. "And Chachamaru-san. And no doubt, you'll also hurt Suzushiro-senpai and Natsumi-chan and Misora-san."

"Take it easy, Iinchou," Asakura protested, "it's not like he could see the future, and-"

Negi blinked. "Natsumi-san?"

Ayaka nodded at him. "She's got romantic feelings for you, of course. I should know, I was her roommate for years! I know how she thinks! If I haven't been bolder in my own feelings for you, that's out of fear for hurting her!"

"Natsumi-san... in love with me?!" Negi panicked.

Kazumi frowned at Ayaka. "You mean the way you've always acted around him so far is 'not bold', then? For real?"

"I'm certainly nowhere as bold as Chisame-san, Yuuna-san, Saotome-san and Evangeline-san have been, not to mention the others," Ayaka glared at her.

Kazumi groaned, running a hand through her own hair. "Geez, that's not the point! Maybe you're even part of the problem! Don't you realize it yet, Iinchou? All this time you were teasing Sensei, even without meaning to, you were building pressure up in his emerging manly instincts, without supplying a way for him to vent out!"

Negi tensed up. "Eh?"

Ayaka paled starkly, pulling back. "What?!"

Seeing an opening, Kazumi pointed a finger at her. "Yes, don't act as if you didn't have a part on this, too! You and Misa were always pressing yourselves against him, trying to seduce him, and now you have the galls to act offended when someone else takes your game to the next logical step! What were you intending to do, Iinchou, blueballing him forever?"

Negi blinked. "What's blueballing?"

"I wish I knew!" Ayaka said, then argued back at the reporter. "Now listen, you! I never meant to-!"

"Maybe you didn't, but that's just because you never stopped to think about it!" the other girl held her ground. "You basically just confesed it yourself, if not for Natsumi-chan you'd have tried to molest him much sooner!"

"Molesting him?!" Ayaka seemed to burn in rage, lifting the bottle like a club. Negi yelped and moved in between them, shielding Kazumi with his body. "Step aside, Sensei! This meddling harpy is misunderstanding me through slander! Being passionate is one thing, and being a molester is another altogether!"

"Oh, yeah, then what did you expect to achieve by bringing him here all alone?" Kazumi challenged. "Admit it, Iinchou, you just wanted to have your own turn! I won't hold it against you since then I'd have to spit on Chisame, the librarians and Yuuna as well, but please don't be a hypocrite! Assume what you are already!"

Ayaka's eyes widened in livid fury. "Why, you...!"

"I'm only saying the truth!" Asakura said. "A truth that Asuna always predicated, but we always were too-!"

Then she flinched, as the just thrown bottle flew right past the side of her head, barely missing her and crashing against the wall behind her. It shattered with an almost musical cry into a thousand shards, and its liquid quickly spilled all over the floor, a sweetly alluring scent wafting from it and into their nostrils.

---

Over several moments, the three of them just stared at the broken bottle, as if it had just crashed against the wall out of its own volition.

"Oh my God," Ayaka took a hand to her mouth. "What, what have I just done? That was unbecoming of me."

"Uh... d-don't mind it too much. I stepped way over the line, I'll admit it," a similarly troubled Kazumi swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have accused you like that..."

Negi inhaled. "No, the fault's all mine, you are both just innocent victims of my transgressions. All because you cared about me that much."

"No, no, that doesn't excuse me," Ayaka shook her head. "I almost injured Asakura-san! All in a fit of rage over something she wasn't even responsible for!"

After a moment of doubt, Kazumi walked to her and put a hand on her shoulder. The redhead smiled. "That's fine, Iinchou. No harm done, after all! I've been subjected to worse by far pettier reasons..."

Negi approached as well, patting the rich girl on an arm. "She's right, of anything you've perhaps had the most morally correct reaction out of anything who's found us out yet. We can't hold anything against you for being outraged."

Ayaka slumped over miserably. "But... Asakura-san's also correct in that I would have liked to join your union, unholy or not, Sensei. I... I couldn't let go of you, and if your happiness depends on being with Chisame-san, then I... I'd rather follow you regardless than forcing your unhappiness or mine..."

"Oh, I'm sure she's much more of the sharing type that she lets on," Kazumi smirked and shrugged. "If she's willing to share with Paru, she can share with anyone, right?"

"But-!" Ayaka began, blushing.

Asakura put a finger on her lips, and Ayaka's blush grew. "No, no, don't beat yourself up over it. I was going to go for it too. Last night, I wanted Negi to do it with me, just after I found out, but he stopped me. You know why? Because he was worried about you, and couldn't be in a peace of mind until he was sure you'd be okay."

"Ah! Sensei..." Ayaka sighed, heart fluttering. "That... That's so moving to hear, especially since..." she faced Kazumi again and caressed her cheek with a hand, "... Asakura-san is so beautiful, after all. It takes a superior man to resist her charms, and you did it for my sake..."

"Oh, please just call me Kazumi already, Iinchou," Kazumi said good naturedly. "We've known each other for how many years now?"

"Only if you call me Ayaka from now on," Ayaka offered, staring directly into her green eyes.

Kazumi smiled again, and her hands rested on Ayaka's firm hips. "Okay, it's a deal, Ayaka-chan. What's up with calling me beautiful, anyway? Everyone knows you're the prettiest of us."

"I'm just being honest..." Ayaka sighed, feeling so nice, so light, so fresh...

Negi felt a stirring in the crotch of his pants, and then realized something. "Oh."

"Flatterer," Asakura purred, and, on a whim, placed a quick peck on Ayaka's lips.

Negi looked at the fragments of the bottle and again inhaled the sweet smelling contents wafting from it. "Interesting..." he mused softly. "I wouldn't have thought it possible..."

He could not quite care about that too much right now, sincerely. He felt relaxed and contented after so much tension and stress, and it was with pleasure that he looked back at both students. The girls were embracing each other now, kissing deeply and closing their eyes. Since it felt like the right thing to do, Negi unzipped his pants, pushed the front of his boxers down, and began massaging his erection as he watched them, the girls undressing each other slowly.

---

Yukihiro Mizore squinted towards the manor as she reached the top of the springboard again.

"Is that Oneesama?" the young, slim blonde girl in the black bikini asked. "What's she doing here?"

"She had important matters to discuss with Negi-sensei and doesn't wish to be bothered," Roberta grumbled from where she sat on one of the folding chairs below, by the pool, solving a crossword puzzle from a magazine. Fabiola sat by her side, sewing a heart shaped patch on a cushion, while Fubuki stood guard nearby, arms folded behind her back. "Please don't concern yourself about that and keep enjoying your morning, Ojou-sama."

Ayaka's younger half sister kept on squinting, with a suspicious humming. The boy was there all right, but his back was turned on her so she couldn't see what he was doing. As for her sister... "That's the paparazzo girl with her, right? Are they dancing or something? I can't see well from this angle..."

"Why would she be dancing with that... young lady?" Roberta said, clearly irritated but still bothering to be as respectful as possible. "Perhaps you should sit under a shade already, Mizore Ojou-sama, you might have been-"

Mizore began climbing down. "This is too weird, she usually only brings them here for special occasions. I'm going to ask her what's up."

"No. Sorry, but Ojou-sama herself has forbidden anyone from interrupting them," Fubuki forbade strictly, and Roberta nodded. Fabiola kept on sewing, doing her best at remaining oblivious. "And obeying your sister's wishes is your duty."

"But-!" Mizore began to object, right before being interrupted by a door being opened and Siesta walking out, holding a tray with a large pitcher of juice and a glass for her. A very sweet and pleasing scent drifted out after her, and Mizore sniffed in her direction. "Ah, Siesta, is that your new cologne? It smells so good...!"

"Ah?" Siesta blinked, placing the tray on the summer table by the pool, and then sniffing herself. "Oh, you're right, Ojou-sama! I mean, no, this isn't my perfume, I... Now that I think about it, I believe it's coming from Ayaka Ojou-sama's casual meeting room. I just passed it by, and I thought I heard a voice, but I assumed it was Taeko..."

"Eh?" a blinking head with long brown hair and large glasses on a cute face peeked out of another room at the other side of the pool. "Were you calling for me, Siesta-chan? I was just sweeping the library..."

"No, no, it wasn't that, Taeko," Siesta said, vaguely noticing how much prettier her fellow maid looked this morning for some reason. Come to think, so did Fubuki-san, standing if anything even more prideful and vigorous than ever under the radiant sun. Even Mizore-Ojouchan, in that tight little black two piece clinging so much to her wet skin...

She forced herself off that sudden train of thought when she noticed the somewhat odd way Roberta was looking at her. "Ah, sorry... D-Did I say something wrong, Roberta-san?"

"... no," the tall Colombian woman said, now sounding slightly troubled, setting the magazine down by her chair. Fabiola's sewing was slowing down, and she had begun quietly chewing on her lower lip for some reason or another. Roberta looked directly at Siesta's beautiful face for a few moments, then said, "Have you done something to your hair? You look... different today."

"Eh?!" Siesta blinked.

---

Akagi Ritsuko sat on a bench in a small park, taking a lunch break from the job so she could skip actual lunch and instead wonder about where - and when- to go to from now on. She almost missed her days working under Commander Ikari now, as at least back then she could let someone else handle all the complicated, troubling, impossible decisions and leave her with some peace of mind.

But alas, if wishes were fishes. The job of Senshi of Time was hers now, and even if she wanted someone to guide her through all of this mess, it wasn't as if a person was going to show up out of nowhere just by wishing they existed...

"I was looking for you. When were you this whole time?" asked a woman's voice, and Ritsuko almost leapt aside off the bench, which was now also occupied by a much wider and taller woman with black hair, a round face, and an elegant black dress doing its best at not ripping the seams off her massive bulk.

"It's... you!" Ritsuko recognized her instantly, then took several wild looks around to verify there wasn't anyone else around. "One of the five True users!"

"Relax, I wouldn't have come if I had felt anyone else nearby," Dana Ananga Jagannatha said calmly. "Nice to meet you, you seem to be more approachable than Setsuna, God rest her soul..."

Ritsuko's right eyebrow quivered slightly, in part due to the lingering shock but mostly at being called approachable for once. "Ah... thank you," she said, retaking her former spot at the bench reluctantly. She almost could feel it complaining in a creak under the other woman's weight. "But I thought you were a neutral party?" She took another nervous glance sweeping their surroundings. "Are you involved with the recent disappearances?"

"At this time, everyone's studying or working, will you stop being paranoid?" the Witch of the Rift chided her. "And no, those aren't my doing. I've felt as well, naturally. You know the location of my house? The real one, I mean?"

Ritsuko only could nod in apprehensive silence.

"Good," Dana said. "Then you also know I can damn well remember anyone even when they're deleted, probably even better than you can at this point. It's only a matter of time until that asshole Lord Simultaneous starts nosing in asking what are we doing, and I have to imagine you have no more patience for that moron than I do."

"You want to help me discover the culprit of these going ons," Ritsuko understood.

"No, it's not that. I know who's doing this. I cannot stop him. You cannot, either. Much as I hate to admit it, I had to enter this game much earlier than intended just to play damage control with what he's doing... even though I'm sure I'm just playing into his hand regardless."

"Is he really that strong? That cunning?" Ritsuko steeled herself, inwardly horrified since she also knew of the Witch's reputation. Who could make her take so much pause? The Wise Man?

"God help us, he is a complete imbecile. A weak willed pansy who has no idea what he is doing," Dana said in a frustrated tone that only confused the bottle blonde even further. "But he is the idiot holding the keys of the kingdom, the one dictating the course of the story. Where were you during the time I couldn't find you? Ten years ago, right?"

Ritsuko gulped despite herself. "Y-Yes. I was trying to stop this stranger, during the Fourth Heaven's Feel... can you tell me his name?"

"The name doesn't matter," Dana waved a hand irritably. "I suspected you'd be there, since the Emiya boy was the most recent disappearance. Now Artoria relies on that Sajyou child instead..."

"Sajyou Ayaka," Ritsuko mouthed a name learned from Meioh's old records on different Grail Wars iterations.

Dana nodded. "It could be worse, it could be her sister. What, you hadn't figured that out yet? Child, you are in need of catching up to Setsuna, you'd better start working on that." She stood up, gesturing imperatively at Ritsuko to follow her. "Come with me. We've got much to do."

"What do you mean?" Akagi asked. "You said our enemy couldn't be stopped, but there must be a way..."

"If we give him the outcome he wants, he will hopefully leave us alone without discarding the whole world again," Dana sighed, beginning to walk away, with a hesitant Ritsuko following. "That is what I meant with the situation control I'm playing. First, I'll show you around the Grail and how has it changed from what you couldn't stop. Then we'll have to start preparing you and your sailor girls for him."

Ritsuko pulled back in alarm. "For 'him'?! Do you intend to turn us over to the enemy?!"

Dana gave a short, aloof laugh. "For the love of the gods, child! You still haven't figured the patterns out! The imbecile is clearing the competition away, not for himself, but for the one he chose as his protagonist, his war horse, whatever role fits his little sad fantasies."

"I... I don't understand," Ritsuko admitted. Often she had spoken in cryptic riddles to those with much less knowledge of situations than herself, and in truth she'd always found a not so small measure of pleasure in it. Now she was almost regretting that, as she realized how bad it felt to be in the other side of the equation.

The gigantic female smiled back at her over her shoulder, almost seductively. "You have always liked older men better," Dana said, "but you wouldn't exactly reject a cute polite gentleman either, would you?"

---

Negi's pants and boxers were pooled around his ankles now, and he kept on caressing himself as Dana had taught him, eyes fixed on Ayaka as Kazumi, with a mischievous giggle, pulled the top of her white dress down. Then the redhead reached behind her to undo her fine white bra, releasing her perky white breasts. Asakura gave one of them a gentle fondle.

"Ah," the reporter said, "they've grown since last time I got a close look. They're bigger than Asuna's now, aren't they...?"

"Kuh-Kazumi-san," Ayaka gasped, her eyes wandering aside to look at Negi's erection, which made her blush. "This is the potion speaking for us..."

"I like what it's saying," Kazumi purred, kissing one of her breasts, then pulling the dress down to her hips. Ayaka sighed and reached behind herself, unzipping the back of the dress and letting it drop. "Oh my God, you're so beautiful, I should have paid more attention..."

Ayaka panted, hearts forming in her pupils as she saw Negi pulling the pants and boxers all the way off. She tried to reach over with her hand to stroke his thing, but he was too far for that and Asakura's hold wouldn't let her move. Normally Ayaka could have just pushed her off easily but right now she was torn between her and him, not wanting to renounce either. "Senseiiiiii..." the heiress moaned.

The boy smiled at her, sitting down on the floor and taking his shoes off, next the socks. Ayaka's manor was Western styled in both architecture and manners so they had come all the way in with footwear. "I'll be with you right now, Ayaka," he promised, and her heart swooned at being called by her proper name rather than her classroom title. Meanwhile, Asakura was pulling her top off, then hastily undid her own bra and threw it away, not caring where it landed. She took hold of both breasts in her hands and mashed them against Ayaka's, rubbing them together as she licked her own lips.

Negi panted hotly as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. "You know, it would appear that I have made a mistake, or not, depending on how you look at it. It also appears to confirm the potion is behind our current reactions, as I feel more strongly about now that I sit closer to its contents, but-"

"Aaaaahhh. Aaaanhhhh!" excited by his voice, Iinchou pulled back from Asakura and jumped for him even as Negi pulled the band off the back of his head, again letting his hair frame his shoulders, loose and wild. The girl tackled him desperately, pinning him against the floor, and then kissed his mouth hungrily, her hands roaming all over his sides.

Kazumi blinked at first, then chuckled. "Of course, I see. The stronger your existing feelings for someone are, the more you'll want to hump them now, isn't it? Makes sense..." She unbuttoned and lowered her shorts off, stepped out of them, and began taking her sandals off. "Hold on there, Ayaka, I'll be with you in a moment."

"Mmmmm!" Ayaka delighted, closing her eyes and enjoying the flavor of Negi's mouth while he played with her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs.

"Yes, yes, I thought so," Kazumi said patiently, now skinning her panties off and tossing them onto the table. She eyed Ayaka's bare posterior, held higher for Kazumi to behold, and then smirked, flexing her fingers in and off. "Okay, so let's get to work..." she cooed, walking towards her even as Ayaka backed against her, all the best for her mouth and hands to play all over Negi's torso, fervently kissed his hard chest and rubbing his ribs. Asakura placed herself on her hands and knees behind the heiress and delicately stuck her tongue into her very wet cunt.

"Ahhhh!" Ayaka cried out.

---

"Ojou-chan..." Fabiola urged, springing from her chair as Roberta and Siesta came closer ever so slowly, never breaking eye contact with each other, "... maybe you should leave right now."

"Eh?" the young girl frowned. "But why, I'm not sunstruck, and this is my p-"

"Please, Ojou-chan!" Fabiola all but panted, starting to all but shove her into the mansion as Taeko literally tumbled out of her window after leaning outside far too much, cheeks crimson. Thankfully for her a large bush cushioned her drop, since the other maids were now too entranced for some reason to help her up. "W-Why don't you go to your room, play some v-videogames, yes, that is it...!"

Mizore frowned, shaking Fabiola's hand off her arm. "Fine!" she said. "But Father and Oneesaama will hear about this!"

And she began stomping in, Fabiola's eyes fixed on her small tight butt as she stormed away.

The young maid sighed in relief. "Th-Thank God. I managed to hold myself- Aaaahh!" she laughed as Fubuki grabbed her from behind and pulled her towards herself.

Meanwhile, Mizore stalked into the manor, feeling rather weirdly antsy and annoyed over the maids not letting her play with them. It wasn't so much that she was upset over suddenly not being allowed in the pool anymore; after all, she's spent most of her life living in poverty with her mother, and she'd only enjoyed the spoils of life in a mansion after Mother's passing. But she was sure that, for one reason or another, the maids had abruptly decided starting something without her, and that was feeling every child in the other would find grating.

So, having listened to Siesta say Oneesama was in one of her meeting rooms- she had several of those, that stupid wasteful Oneesama- she headed for the nearest one, and found it locked, but with some strange sounds coming from the inside. Undaunted, she stomped over to her bedroom, plucked out a master key she'd secured for herself shortly after her arrival- she was fairly craftier and sneakier than often given credit for, Mizore-chan- and made it back there, opening the look and peeking inside.

What she saw there made her gasp loudly.

Oneesama, Negi-sensei and Paparazzo-Girl from Oneesama's classroom were all naked as they days they'd been born, extremely close to each other. Oneesama was pulling away from where the redhead had been licking her coochie, and now straddled the boy's hips as he rested under her.

"Sensei, sensei, Sensei..." Oneesama panted madly, large heart shapes flashing in her eyes as she lowered herself onto the boy's thingy, which slowly entered her hoo-hah, until it was all the way in, to its root. The other girl moaned, then walked around them to lower her hindquarters onto Negi's face. The boy eagerly took hold of Kazumi's buttocks and began licking and suckling on her vulva and clitoris, even as Kazumi leaned ahead and caught Ayaka's lips in her own.

Mizore's mind boggled, and her eyes began swirling in spirals. Her heart would beat much faster now, and a powerful heat made itself known between her legs.

"Sensei," Ayaka gurgled around Asakura's ravenous mouth. "Kazumi-chan," she added, fondling the pineapple hairdo'ed woman's large breasts. Mizore swallowed a knot made of cement, and then craned her neck in to get a better look. Negi was pumping up, his testicles slapping up against Ayaka's ass, and his covered face meant he hadn't been able to notice the voyeur just yet. Similarly, Ayaka and Kazumi were too absorbed with each other, both using their bare feet as leverage to bounce in place, using the youngster for their own pleasure. "Iiiihhhhh..."

Mizore licked her pale lips all over, and instinctively a hand snuck down into her bikini bottom, so she could touch herself. She'd managed to overhear enough conversations between her late mother and her friends, and back at her posh new school, to more or less realize what was going on, and how she should do now.

So this was the full extent of what Asuna-neesama called being a shotacon! It looked nice, Oneesama and the girl seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. Oneesama had never looked so gorgeous and majestic, riding her man as her breasts bounced powerfully. Since they looked so alike, Mizore could only hope she could have a chest like that someday, too.

What did the girls at the school say? That your breasts grew if you touched large ones...?

"Sensei!" Ayaka screeched, apparently unable to say anything else as she shook on top of the cock piercing her. "Sensei! Sensei, Sensei, Senseiiiiiiii!"

The sensations were overwhelming, impulsed by the all encompassing sweet smell drafting through the room, and Mizore threw any and all cautions behind herself. She strode into the room and stepped behind Oneesama, Kazumi noticing her first and smiling. It was a very pretty smile, Mizore thought, but Oneesama was even prettier, and so the small girl reached over and cupped her sister's teats in her hands.

"M-Mizore-chwaaaan?" Ayaka lolled her head back, tongue snaking out.

"Oneesama, naughty, naughty..." Mizore groaned, massaging her bust while rubbing her slick wet front against Ayaka's sweaty back. Her tiny nipples poked under the black cloth and grinded against Ayaka's bared flesh. "You never want to play with me..."

"Mizore-chan, I, what are you- Ah!" Ayaka gasped at a particularly strong thrust.

"Ayaka!" Negi howled, as Kazumi stood up and walked behind Mizore, dutifully removing the girl's bikini top and starting to play with her little breasts, making her giggle. "I'm cumming! Oh goodness, you feel soooo good, Ayaka...!"

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! Yes! Yes yes!" Ayaka slammed up and down on him, reaching a mind blowing climax. "Fuck me! Own me! I'm yours, all yours, Senseiiiiiiii!" she shrieked, feeling herself tighten around him, just as he shot a thick fat load of semen up into her womb. "Aaaahhhh!"

"Oh, your sister's such a slut, Mizore-chan," a lust drunk Asakura said, one hand tugging Mizore's bikini bottom down her legs, as the other mercilessly fingered her cunny, making the kid squirm and sigh. "And you are your sister's sister, I see. Now she'll take care of you while I-"

"Later!" Ayaka promised, just starting to hump Negi a second time, without letting go of him.

Kazumi and Mizore blinked. "Ah?" the former said. "But Ayaka-chan, it's my turn..."

"Laterrrrrrr!" Ayaka growled, riding Negi with all of her might, glorious golden hair whipping around in all directions.

Mizore and Asakura blinked at this, then looked at each other. "Fine," the older girl shrugged. "We won't be idle in the meantime."

"Pleasebegentlewitmemyfirsttime," Mizore gulped.

"Oh, you're soooooo cute!" Kazumi gushed, then placed her on the floor, spread her lithe legs open, and dove her mouth between them.

---

After classes, Satomi had taken Sakurako aside for a talk, Yuuna had quickly retreated with the rest of the Sports Girls looking all giddy and excited, and Chisame had just silently gone back home, closely followed by a silent presence that hadn't hung around her recently, until right now.

So in a way, things seemed to have returned to normal, as they were, but Yue knew that was only a surface illusion, and that in truth, the situation had changed past a point of no return, at least for this iteration of the mythos. She pondered this as she, Nodoka and Haruna followed Karin-san, far and away from the Mahora campus proper, heading into the wilderness. The immortal had come to pick them up right after classes, saying Dana had sent her, and so they'd followed after Evangeline made a quiet nod, then walked away with Chachamaru in contemplative tow.

And now here they were, descending into the Underworld while guided by Judas Iscariot herself. "How Campbellian," she heard Nodoka mutter as they walked into the mouth of the mountain cave.

She wasn't sure what to expect. Surely, there wouldn't be any large structures like the gateport in Wales or the one in the ruins of Ostia, which were the only ones they'd ever seen (even though those bits were actually never written). This was supposedly, and according to Karin-san, a small old gate, closed long ago, once used by smugglers to bring things from Mundus Vetus to Mundus Magicus. It needed to operate below the awareness of authorities on both sides, and so -

"You know we're recycling material now, don't you?" Haruna asked Karin, interrupting her classmates' thoughts. "It's not even his own material, but it's borrowed from Dar-"

"I wouldn't know what you're talking about, and if I knew, it'd change nothing," Karin interrupted sharply, not looking back. "Please don't stray from what you're supposed to do here."

"I'm just saying, whenever he starts doing that, it's a sign of cutting corners, and that's when the story begins to-" Haruna insisted.

Karin interrupted her again. "Stop saying nonsensical things, and besides, it worked well for Side Conquests."

"He didn't write the final chapter for that one himself, you know that?" Haruna grumbled. And so, Yue realized quite suddenly, she could almost blink and miss the point where they lifted up a foot in one world and set it down again in another. Still, there were clues. They'd been marching forward into darkness, and now the cave instead lead towards a faint, flickering light. Very subtle spell!

Eventually, they emerged into a world lit by torches. It was night, in this part of Mundus Magicus at the moment, and they were coming out of the side of a hill into a market of some sort. All around them, there were stalls where they could see vendors hawking a variety of goods. The scent of torchsmoke filled the air, making Nodoka gag just a little.

Karin raised a hand. "That'll be enough for now, thank you very deepest thanks again to the original writer, who-"

"Now it's you who are doing iiiiit," Haruna gritted her teeth as they walked, mostly ignored by the busy marketgoers around them. None of them were wearing masks or needed to. Ah, remember back when we could just gather outside without the ever present impending fear of death? Happy times that will never come back. How many lifetimes ago that was? Lucky fictional characters. Anyway. "If we had a Gate so close the whole time, why did we ever need to go to-"

"You never went there," Karin silenced her stoically.

"We're here so we can meet with those we met here the first time around!"

"Haruna," Nodoka said, giving her a brief imploring back glare, "remember, we used this gate before, setting that short exploration into Mundus Magicus that had you meet your air pirates and Yue-chan meet the Ariadne cadets..."

Haruna sighed and gave up. "Hai, hai. I guess that works too. Then," she consulted the map Karin had given her earlier, "all we have to do is heading to the mini ship business across town, and they'll have us at Ariadne before dawn, right?"

"Right," Karin nodded, "And since time passes differently in both worlds, we'll bring you back to Earth before anyone notices your absence."

"I don't know," Yue mused, "whatever the world, it'll take a lot of effort to convince Louise-san to come along. Even if we really wanted to..."

Karin shrugged. "It's what Lady Dana wants, why bother to complain?" she asked as they passed a small stand where, in a cage, two white mice plotted to take over the world.

Then she came to a reluctant halt, and so did they. "Then again, we might need to recruit another of your partners during that adventure first, after all."

Yue blinked. "Another? Don't tell me Fairy Tail are around, that would be-"

"Oh, Yue-han, how nice to see you again," said a voice from a nearby alley between two booths. "How is Negi-han doing? Already has enough to pay what he owes me?"

"- much, much better than this," Yue finished wearily as she and her classmates turned around to face the short figure stepping out of the shadows.

"Is it not amazing, the places in which old friends meet?" Iwai Tsukuyomi, aka Tsukuyomi Cain, aka The Weirdo, asked sweetly as she slowly drew her sword.

Haruna looked at Karin accusingly. "You said there'd been enough of copypasting for now."

"There won't be any more for the rest of the chapter!" Karin hissed, irritated and drawing her mallet out as well.

---

Roberta had, by now, pulled Siesta to herself violently, savagely ripping her maid outfit out of her body. Siesta closed her eyes and let herself go, as she knew fighting the much stronger woman wouldn't have worked at all, plus, she really didn't want to. This whole event was reminding her of an earlier incident where- oh, but that didn't matter now. All that really mattered was the fire of Roberta's lips on her own, the freshness of the outside air on her bared flesh, and the taller female's strong hands roaming all over her body, touching and fondling posessively.

Fubuki was similarly exerting her authority over Fabiola, stripping her and panting with an eagerness rather unfit her habitual stern behavior. Taeko, in the meanwhile, just sort of orbited around them, slack jawed and beholding in awe after walking around the pool to get closer to her colleagues, all the while pulling on her own clothes with distraction and loosening them.

Seeing how Fubuki seemed too focused on Fabiola, and Roberta on Siesta, the other maid moaned and headed inside to clear her head out, almost stumbling clumsily on her feet along the way in. Her whole body felt just so hot and bothered, so it was just logical for her to take her dark blue uniform blouse off and fan herself with a hand as she walked. The fact said blouse had been left dropped on the floor after her, something that would surely anger Fubuki-san later on, did not really register in her mind, which only could think now of reaching her bedroom, stripping to cool down, and have a long, calming session of self pleasure thinking of... Kaoru-senpai, most likely. And Roberta-san. And Ojou-sama, and her father. And-

Then she stopped by an open door and blinked at what was inside. Ojou-sama, one of the girls from her classroom, Ojou-chan and Negi-sensei were all naked and wrapped in a passionate tangle of sweaty physical action. Ojou-chan moaned loudly as the red haired girl held her legs open and licked and kissed on her privates over and over, while also wiggling her own, rather large naked posterior.

Negi-sensei, on the other hand, was shouting as he thrusted his penis into Ojou-sama's vulva, her breasts jumping in place along her lashing mane of gold. "Ayaka! Ayaka! Ayaka!" he cried. "I'm going to...!"

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Ayaka screamed, again reduced to incoherence and shuddering, fingers clawing at the door just as Negi ejaculated into her a second time. Laughing madly in blissed out stupor, the girl fell unconscious, with a large goofy smile on her lips, and Negi jerked in place, Asakura and Mizore also pausing in what they were doing.

"Oh my goodness, what have I done?!" Negi panicked, still stuck in her. "I applied too much force!"

"Ojou-sama!" Taeko cried, trying to rush inside but only managing to tumble ahead and land goofily on her face and rather large chest. The three conscious youngsters looked at her, blinked, and then Negi gulped.

"M-Minazuki-san?"

"Why aren't you with the others?" Mizore asked, sister momentarily forgotten.

Kazumi sighed and walked towards Iinchou, gently wiping a spot of blood from her nose before checking her pulse. "It's all right, Sensei, she's just passed out in joy," she told the boy, who was helping the embarrassed maid back to her feet. "Taeko-san, look after her while I take my turn, will you?"

"Ah? Ah?!" Taeko babbled, seeing the reporter lie on her back on the floor and invite Negi over with a pointer finger. "You, you're going to keep doing, doing this, and that?!"

Mizore pouted, already placing Ayaka's smiling head on her lap and patting the floor by her. "Come on, Tae-san, don't cut this short before I get my turn with him too?!"

"And you, Ojou-chan?!" the brown haired young woman exclaimed while Negi doubted.

"I'm a big girl now! If my sister can do mature things, so can I!" Mizore assured proudly, slamming a hand on her flat chest. "Stop making such a drama, will you?!" As the downtrodden poor woman walked to her side with a groan and sat down, the tiny heiress clapped. "Well, boy, are you going to do it? Or will you take me first?"

"Ehhhh!" Kazumi protested. "I've been waiting for this for a whole day now! I thought you weren't even fond of him?"

Mizore huffed. "If he's good enough for Ayaka, he's good enough for me as well! Sisters should always share!"

"That... That's one way to look at it, I suppose..." Negi swallowed, then moved over to look closely at Kazumi's flower and give it a tentative rub with a thumb. "It looks lubricated enough, but just to be sure..."

On a whim, he raised a foot and stuck two toes in, then three. They were small and Asakura was not as narrow down there as Satomi or Yue, so they went in easily. Kazumi moaned in pleasure, and he smiled as he kept trying her in this new way. Taeko and Mizore looked on in vivid interest, the maid absently undoing her white bra and releasing her massive breasts out. Negi was actually impressed by the sight, they were bigger than any others he'd seen so far but those of Lady Dana. Feeling further excited by this, and by Mizore reaching over with a hand to fondle one of those melons, he rubbed himself and then placed the tip at Kazumi's frontal entrance.

"I'm going in," he announced.

"Well, duh," the reporter grinned. "Give me your best. See if you can knock me out, too."

Negi didn't want to go quite that far as he still thought it somewhat dangerous, but he still pushed into her with vigor.

Kazumi screamed obscenely at the vaginal penetration.

---

"That was all sorts of anticlimactic," Haruna said as they now sat in a tavern a few blocks away, under a cone of silence Yue had projected with a whispered spell. Then she took another sip from her jar of liquor. So sweet, good thing this place was far laxer than Japan about drinking minors. "I expected you would at least try us for an actual fight."

This piece of fanfiction doesn't condone or approve actual underage drinking, just like it doesn't condone or approve underage sex.

"I may be a passionate of the sword, but I'm hardly stupid, I'm not going to pick a fight in the open with a bunch of former outlaws, that'd only draw unwanted attention upon myself," Tsukuyomi declared. "Wait. Why were you wanted in the first place, now? We didn't blow any Gateports up, so-"

"That's not important right now," Karin handwaved the plothole away. "If you want a match against me, I'll be glad to grant you one as soon as we leave the town, but I'm under instructions of not letting any harm befall these girls."

"You?" Tsukuyomi sneered. "I don't even know you, who re you and why are you hanging with Negi-han's girlfriends anyway?"

"You can call me Yuuki Karin."

"Oh, Yuuki? Like the Keyblade girly-boy?" Tsukuyomi smirked deviously, looking at Haruna.

"No relation to the girly-boy," Haruna said.

"Oh, a breakup?" Tsukuyomi pouted in false sympathy. "That's so bad...!"

"I've traded up for the better," Paru said confidently.

"Glad to know," the mercenary said. "And what brings you back to Mundus Magicus so soon? Unfinished business, no doubt."

"Sort of," Nodoka said. "We are here for Louise-san, Collet-san and their classmates, and also for some friends Paru made during her stay here."

"Oh, yes, the pink annoyance and the doggy went back to Ariadne, didn't they? What would you need them for?"

"That's no business of y-" Yue began.

"We are recruiting them for Negi-sensei's collective, so they can sire his children, the children of the future, along us," Nodoka stated matter-of-factly.

Tsukuyomi sprayed the liquor she'd just started drinking all over the mantle.

Even Haruna had to give Nodoka a bewildered look. "Nodo-chan!"

"I make no apologies over what I am and what I have decided to make with my life, and I fear no woman from ever learning it," Miyazaki said with quiet dignity. "This succubus would have learned sooner or later, so it's for the best to get over with it already."

Tsukuyomi slammed a hand on the table, to the complete apathy of a catgirl waitress passing by, leered after by Haruna. "You're kidding me!"

"No. No, she's not," Karin confirmed.

The killer blinked, slightly pale. "Oh, wow... Well, you always gave these strange fanatical sex cult vibes, after all... No doubt you kicked Rito-han out then, no doubt he couldn't keep up..."

"Pretty much," Haruna confirmed coldly.

Tsukuyomi frowned. "You'd better no dragged Oneesama and Konoka-sama into this," she warned.

"They don't even suspect what is going on yet, although I imagine it'll be a mere matter of time," Yue pondered. "Whether they'll join us or not is only up to them."

"I'm in," Tsukuyomi said carelessly.

It was the three librarians' collective turn to choke in their drink as one.

"W-W-What?!" Nodoka reacted first, finally losing her cool blood of late and reverting into a nervous wreck.

Tsukuyomi shrugged. "He still owes me, a lot, with interests growing by the day. By this point only a kingdom's ransom could satisfy me. I figure being given the heir to one of the largest countries in this world should cover the expenses."

"Y-You want to be a mother?! That's all kinds of wrong!" Yue blushed and stuttered. "You'd be an awful mother! The worst of them!"

"Yes, and besides, aren't you a- Wait, a heir to what?" Haruna paused.

"Why, of course, I mean-" Tsukuyomi then glared at Yue. "You didn't ever tell them?"

Yue fidgeted nervously. "W-We were sworn to never tell, remember...?"

Tsukuyomi scratched herself on a cheek as Paru and Nodoka stared in shock at their friend. "Oh, yes, that is correct, I forgot. Oh dear, that will be a stain on my warrior honor. Eh, whatever! Basically, while in old man Rakan's oasis, he showed us his boring home movies showing that Negi-han is the prince heir to Ostia, son of long dead Queen Arika!"

"...!" Haruna and Nodoka all but jumped on their seats, still staring at Yue.

Yue looked down in shame. "This, this didn't change anything for any of us-"

"It did for me," Tsukuyomi piped in.

"Shut up, you!" Yue snapped. "I mean, does it change anything for you now? But Asuna, Rito-senpai, Skuld, Sensei and I all agreed it'd put you all in danger if anyone ever learned, so... so..."

"Oh, that Rito!" Haruna growled, her face red. "Him and his insecurities! No doubt thought it'd be impossible for him to compete against a prince...!"

"Well, could you blame him?" Tsukuyomi asked. "As for the other thing you were going to ask, why yes, I am, but it's not like I haven't known the embraces of men before. It even can be enjoyable, if the man knows what he's doing. So, I'll be protecting you in your way to Ariadne, since some idiot might still be trying to cash in on your bounty. Then you'll take me to Negi-han, he'll provide my payment, and we'll be settled with each other, fair and square, is that okay with you?"

"That's up for him to decide..." Yue seethed, then said, "And where does your blood feud with Setsuna and Konoka fit into that 'game plan'?"

"That is strictly between the three of us and doesn't need to involve you," Tsukuyomi said very seriously. "Now, we can do that, or I can just contact Sextum-han and blow the whistle on you. I still have her phone number, you know."

"That's just not-" Yue started.

"Fine," Nodoka said coldly. "We've got a deal then."

Yue blinked. "Nodoka...?"

But Nodoka said nothing else, not even making eye contact with her anymore.

Yue squirmed on her seat, until Haruna reached with an arm around Nodoka's back and then patted Ayase's shoulder sympathetically.

---

Kazumi was, Negi was finding out as he hammered into her, holding one of her svelte legs high up, a big screamer, surpassing even Satomi. The joyous expression on her face was evident as her hips swung back and forth to meet his, their bodies slapping together, her breasts swinging and shaking with visible weight and mass.

Taeko had begun drooling out of a corner of her mouth, quietly taking hold of her long skirt and sliding it down her legs, apron included.

"Oh, Sensei... Senseiiii..." Kazumi drawled, reaching with a hand behind his back, grasping onto Negi's hard, muscular buttocks. "My Sensei..."

Negi smiled at her, moved by the devotion in her tone, before wincing a little. Kazumi had just snuck two fingers into his anus and now pumped them in and out according to his own thrusts into her. Shocked, he looked at her face again, and she just gave a roguishly impish, yet loving smirk. He soldiered on and bent forward to kiss her right nipple.

Ayaka was stirring slightly on the lap of a too distracted Mizore, sniffing the air and feeling a strange new odor. With her eyes unfocused, she saw a small pink vagina close by and, without thinking clearly at all, gave it a small licking, finding it wet and sort of funny tasting.

Mizore immediately shuddered and clung onto her sister's hair. "O-Oneesama..."

Negi's right hand tickled Kazumi's collarbone, while the left one kept on holding her head. Hastily, panting too herself and feeling hotter than ever, Taeko tugged off her panties, then the black shoes and white socks, finding only brief relief before proceeding to finger herself eagerly, looking at the young boy taking the young woman. Ayaka moved around, so she was on her stomach now, hands grasping Mizore's slim hips as the older sister kept on tending to her small virginal garden.

"Oneesama...!" the little girl whined, and her eyes, too, grew decorated with little pink hearts. Spurred on by the raw forbidden eroticism of the whole room, Negi panted like an animal in heat, just as Kazumi did.

"Anh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" he heard her shout in release, and that made him take the effort to match. His next few thrusts hit even harder, sending new ripples all through Asakura's centers of pleasure, even as, attracted and confused by her increased screams, the rest of the maids peeked into the room, staring in disbelief at the scene.

"Ngh! Sorry! Can explain!" Negi gasped, rattling in sheer pleasure. "Oh my God! God! Kazumi!" he said, his buttocks clenching around her fingers and his penis spewing into her in full force, filling her until it began flowing out.

"Oh, oh d-dear...!" Siesta shivered at the sight of the son of the Thousand Master ejaculating. It was just like a scene out of a porn magazine or movie. "S-So much...!"

She was completely naked, just like the open mouthed Fabiola, and Roberta was reduced to her glasses, panties and bra, even her braids undone and her long black hair hanging all loose. Fubuki only wore her panties, with a noticeable large wet spot on the front.

"Like, like I said, I can explain," Negi wheezed, pulling out of an ecstatic Asakura. "I'm a mage, you'll see, Roberta-san can vouch for it..."

Roberta gulped hard and looked at her beloved Ojou-sama, who was lazily disenganging herself from a moaning Mizore and looked at them all with a kind of smile Roberta had never seen from her before. The beautiful blonde crossed her legs and rested her elbows on the floor.

"Sensei,"Ayaka said with the airs of a complacent decadent queen, gesturing towards the domestic service. "As you know well, all that is mine belongs to you as well."

Negi blinked, and then stared in fascination at all the women before them. Fubuki bit on her lower lip and, all too quickly, took hold of her panties and ripped them off.

Negi gave a shaky, out-of-himself smile, and slammed his hands together. "To prove it, I'll show you some magic," he decided, splitting himself into several naked bodies.

---

"I have been thinking recently..." Sailor Mercury mused as she slammed another youma's face against a stand's wall.

"Is it something that really needs discussion right now?" Sailor Venus asked while swinging her Love Chain, catching another youma by the neck and snapping it so it scattered into dust almost instantly. Warriors of Love understand the precept about love and war better than anyone else.

"These are all just mindless drones and all hostages ran away," Mercury said, bashing another youma against the one Sailor Mars was holding so their skulls crashed together. The youmas', not the Sailor Senshi's. Duh. "Maybe Tuxedo Kamen-san's not the best man for you, V-chan..."

"What?!" Sailor Venus cried, jumping on another enemy's head and burying it into the ground with pavement shattering force. "Why are you taking Artemis' side now?!"

"Well, you don't really know anything about him," the short, red haired Mars argued as she ducked under a feral skeletal creature's claw slash. "I've always told you so, you can do better, and glad Mercury's starting to agree..." She made a leg sweep and brought the demonic being down before slamming a bare foot through its chest. "There, take that!"

The blonde, gorgeous leader of the Sailor Senshi rolled her blue eyes in the middle of obliterating the last youma standing. "Look, Shiho-chan, I didn't want to tell you this, but I'm taking no romantic advice from someone with a hopeless Brocon complex that will never pay off..."

"Take that back!" Munakata Shiho hissed her way, all four pigtails suddenly snaking like Gorgon coils. "I try being helpful to you, and this is what I get...?!"

"... and a girl who, let's be frank, pins after a much younger guy who will never reprico- recyclo- give that kind of feelings back!" Aino Minako continued regardless, now pointing at Akira's superheroine identity. "My guy at leasts shows an interest!"

"How so?" Mercury asked her. "By simply showing up sometimes during battles, throwing a rose to save us all in general, then saying a generic pep speech at all in general before leaving again?"

Venus frowned. "Are you implying that he might be interested in either of you, rather than me?"

Shiho took a moment to admire herself on a prize mirror in another stand, fixing her hair coquettishly. "Well, I couldn't blame him. I've had my share of admirers at the temple, let me tell you..."

"We all know they go there for Mana-san," Minako said.

"Rude...!" Shiho screeched. "And wrong as well, there's several who have specifically-!"

Then the ground under them trembled, and a piece of it blew up, throwing debris in all directions, Akira quickly moving in to shield Shiho with her taller body. From the hole in the ground, a large, reptilian monster of a woman with dark blue scales and long dark red hair erupted, leaping towards all three Senshi. "IGUARA!" it screamed furiously.

"Oh great, Kunzite left another one!" Venus growled, moving ahead to punch the incoming lizard female in the face, making her reel back. She winced at the pain in her knuckles. "Tough skinned bitch too..."

"Iguara!" it grinned a mouth full of sharp teeth at her, and the Senshi all took fighting stances next to each other.

Then there was, from far above, a powerful yell of "Woooorld Shaking! F***k yeah!"

And a gigantic burst of magical power blew down at the youma, dropping onto it like a bomb. It made the monster scream in agony, just as the ground under it rose and crushed her, turning her to fine ash while the burning energy from the attack also roasted it in no time. Venus, Mercury and Mars looked up, and saw, sure enough, Sailor Uranus and Neptune standing on a stretch of the nearby roller coaster. The former, a slender blonde with twin tails and large bubbly blue eyes, winked at them while flashing a careless salute. The latter, a cold looking pale redhead, sneered at them behind folded arms.

"Hey yo there, just the gals we were looking for!" Sailor Uranus greeted happily, jumping off and landing before them, extending a hand over. When the trio just stepped back warily, Uranus huffed. "Hey, wassa matter, I've just saved your skins, haven't I?"

"Right after three times you two tried to kill us!" Sailor Mars reminded her, readying her fists. "Just what are you trying to do here?!"

Neptune dropped by right next to Uranus, perching a fist on her hip aloofly. "Don't flatter yourself, child, you're making it sound like we have a vendetta against you. You just keep appearing on our way, that's all. If it were up to me, we wouldn't ever waste our time with you. Why, I don't even like wearing this stupid outfit!" she grimaced, tugging at the edge of her short regulation Senshi skirt.

"I'm getting used to it myself," Uranus admitted, patting herself on the chest. "Pity these don't come in black and red."

"Regardless," Neptune ignored her, "as soon as we heard the news about your fight in this fun fair, we still felt like we had to come. We might need your help against a common foe, disgusting as this is to admit."

Shiho cracked a smile. "What, you tried to throw your lot with Kunzite and we wouldn't take you in?"

"Nah, this is a trap, they did join forces and they're just pretending," Venus said.

"Good point," Shiho allowed. "Yeah, that's more likely."

Uranus sighed, shaking her head. "Ya morons... Haven't you been paying attention? You just had a whole fight with these demon things and Tuxy-boy never showed up, how often does that ever happen?"

"What do you mean with that?" Minako asked. "It's not like he shows up every time...!"

"Which says a lot about how reliable he is," Mercury piped in quietly.

"Quiet, you. Anyway, the last time we fought he never came either, and-"

"I'll tell you why," Neptune interrupted her. "It seems that he's recently fallen under the control of our common enemies, the ones you call the Dark Kingdom."

"What?" Akira asked as Minako grew very stakly pale.

Uranus nodded, holding a fist by her heart. "I swear! Red's right, last time we were tryin' a heist, he showed up, not to give a corny speech and get us to return the cash, but to outright try an' moider us! He's gone a-psycho, and he wouldn't stop talking about takin' our heads to the dark queen, who I'm pretty sure is a Battletoads character or sumthin'!"

"You're lying," Minako growled, squinting furiously. "You've never-!"

"Look out, you idiot!" Shiho said then, tensing up, grabbing her, and jumping with her out of the way out of a black rose that had just been flung from the shadows by the merry-go-round. Said rose crashed into a food stand and blew it up, fire raining in all directions. Shiho coughed as Minako shook herself free and stared, disbelieving, at the figure stepping out and into view to confront them. "Oh my God," she mouthed in horror. "Is that you...?!"

Oh dear me. It looks like another of the fine gentlemen of our ensemble cast has been turned into a thing nobody could love! In this case, not an inexistent person, a troubled self pitying magically altered shell of himself, a rejected simp, or an underage dog-boy lover, but a thrall of evil darkness itself! This would appear to lead into a powerful, tragic conflict between the forces of malice and goodness, with the course of a young romantic heart in the balance, certainly something worth to explore in depth...

... but you know what, let's just shuffle back into more of Negi fucking women.

---

Siesta tried to retreat towards the door, shielding her crotch with a hand as her legs trembled. "N-No, p-please wait..." she asked, trying to hold the Negi approaching her at bay with the other. "We, we can't do this...!"

Since Negi was very irrationally horny but would never be a rapist, he stopped immediately at the lady's request. "Ah?" he said, blinking curiously. "You don't want to do this, Siesta-san?"

"N-No! I mean, yes, but still!" she said, Saito completely forgotten by then. She looked up and down at him, and her legs trembled further. "I mean, I, and you... ahhh, you know I'm from Mundus Magicus, r-right?"

"Are you from the immigration program?" he asked her.

"Y-Yes," the maid gulped, looking over his shoulder, at how Mizore glomped onto another Negi and began kissing deeply, throwing her arms around his neck. "And, all during my childhood, I, I heard so much about the fabled Thousand Master..."

Negi smiled and placed a hand on Siesta's smooth hip. The young woman shuddered at the carnal electricity she felt from his touch. "And, and, and my mother, she admired him so much as well, and..."

He reached up and gently touched her chin. "You're so cute, Siesta-san. Of course anyone would look up to my father. He was truly the greatest of us all. I'm sorry I can't even compare..."

"N-No, you don't get it!" Siesta despaired, even as his other hand moved from the hip to a buttcheek, massaging it sensuously and sending even more shivers through her. Ayaka was grabbing two Negis for herself, hungrily kissing each alternatively, while Fubuki shoved another against the floor and straddled his hips, impaling herself on his cock in a single, needy push down. "Y-You don't understand, I... I...!"

He kissed her stomach, the left hand traveling from her chin to a breast that was squeezed, and Siesta, mad with desire, threw all cautions to the wind, pulled the boy up, and desperately kissed her kid sister full on the lips. Shoving her tongue in, all the way.

Another Negi was sitting on one of the available chairs while Fabiola sat on his lap and impaled herself as well, then began bouncing steadily on him as Negi hugged her and kissed the Venezuelan young woman's small tits. Roberta was doubting, looking in troubled confusion at Ayaka and the two boys she was jerking off, but then another Negi ripped her underwear off, took hold of her muscular and mildly scarred frame, and shoved himself into her cunt, promptly beginning to pump in and out.

"Oh, maldito pendejo..." Roberta groaned, chest starting to jump back and forth in tandem with the motions of the young upstart who had stolen her beloved Señorita's heart. Even so, since she'd never back away from any challenge, she began thrusting against him in retaliation, fucking him in earnest. Damn, but the twerp was a fine lay! Best sex she'd had in years so far, or probably ever period. "Eres bueno, cabroncito..." she complimented, roughly grabbing his jaw and kissing him like the savage animal she was deep inside.

Another Negi and Taeko were frenching as well, both on their knees before each other and intertwining hands, when she noticed Ayaka spreading her asscheeks open for one of her Negis while the other penetrated her from the front. "Oh, Senseiiiiiii..." the heiress purred invitingly. "My every orifice belongs to you as well..."

"Wait! Please w-wait, Ojou-sama!" Taeko gasped, rushing to her feet and waving both hands. "P-Please wait before you take it up the ass!" she begged, right before storming out, almost stumbling on her own feet, and leaving her Negi and Ayaka's, and Ayaka herself, confused. Moments later, she ran back in, holding a small jar in her hands. She crouched down behind her young mistress, opened the jar, and began applying some lotion on her fingers, then plastering it all over the ring of Ayaka's rectum. "Th-This will be of help, you really shouldn't do these things without lubrication...!"

Ayaka squirmed in pleasure at the busty woman's anal contact. "Wh-Why did you even have...?"

"That's only a personal business of mine, Ojou-sama," Taeko said, finishing her application, giving Ayaka's buttock a single pat, and then, after a moment of doubt, briefly kissing it as well. Then she walked back to her own Negi, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, you won't mind continuing from where we left off...?"

"No hard feelings at all," he said, and lovingly seized her.

Siesta was laying on her back, biting on her knuckles as one of her little lovable brothers fucked her, making her feel sensations she'd never thought possible. The world had became an erotic symphony all around her, from the moans of Fabiola as Asakura kissed her arching back and Negi copulated with her, to the sinful sight of Negi-kun grabbing Mizore-chan and making love to her, in a way most adults would have found scandalous. In contrast, Roberta and Negi's coitus was violent, powerful, both all but fighting each other with their mighty collisions of naked, sweaty flesh. Taeko-chan, true to her nature, was very sweet to her Negi and he replied in turn, slowly piercing her femalehood with his pulsing erection as she smothered his face on those huge boobs of hers.

Siesta sighed and surrendered herself, unable to speak, unable to tell him. "I think I love you," she said, in a world where logic had stopped mattering at all. world where Ayaka was being taken by two of the same boy, from the front and the back, screaming his name over and over, as if presiding over a mind breaking ceremony of the primal. Feeling that way, she couldn't later tell which Negi ejaculated first into whom.

Maybe it was Roberta's, making the Bloodhound of Florencia rather roar like a lioness, as she also made him cry, clawing cruelly on his back, to the point of drawing blood out of the unbeatable boy. Maybe it was Mizore's, making the child into a woman, the little girl hugging him tightly and weeping onto his shoulder. It definitely wasn't Taeko's, who finished the last, painting the woman's insides pearly white only after Siesta had shuddered in both pleasure and horror at the sensation of her brother spewing hot fertile seed into her welcoming womb, which couldn't know or care about laws of morals or ethics.

Siesta could have told him after that. It would have been too late, perhaps, but not quite as late. Maybe. But she was afraid of telling him, scared of his reactions, scared of Ayaka's, but even more, scared he'd stop making her so good, so complete. So she just kissed him again, mashing her breasts against him, and so did they all, continuing all through the afternoon, past dinner time, and into the evening.

They took advantage of every room a gigantic manor could provide. They did it around the pool, and in the pool. In the tennis courts, and in the kitchen. In the bathrooms, in the guest rooms. In Ayaka's bedroom, and Mizore's, and on her parents' own bed, repeatedly. In the library, in the quarters of every last one of the maids. Only the locked bedroom meant for Ayaka's little brother remained untouched.

And so, it was only late at night, with the moon clear in the sky, when they all stopped at last, scattered naked across the front yard, laying on a heap that breathed hardly and barely could think at all anymore. It was only then that Siesta fully realized what she had done.

But it didn't matter anymore.

Only he mattered.

Her right eyebrow twitched unsteadily, and she clung to one side of the now single and unique again Negi, Ayaka grabbing onto the other as they dozed off.

Mine.

Ours.

Both things at once, sure thing. Fine. It wasn't like she could compete with Ayaka, or even with Roberta. Much less with her secret hanging over her. Regardless, he was hers. Shared or not.

Hers.

---

To be Continued.