Mahou Sensei Negima! is the creation and intellectual property of Akamatsu Ken and Kodansha.
Not Even Bothering with the Excuses.
Chapter Five.
"Took you long enough," Chisame said, without looking away from the computer, when she heard Hakase entering the room. "How did it go?"
"You were correct, I should have brought you along," the scientist sighed. "As it is, I did my best attempt to expose the situation to her just like you suggested. I began by telling her of how much we'd drifted away from each other of late, so much that I honestly believed her interest was diminishing..."
"It didn't work all that well, did it?" Matoi guessed, peeking at her from around Chisame's desk and wearing the exact same short skirt and blouse as Chisame.
"Ah!" Satomi pulled back, startled. "You were here?!"
Matoi nodded. "Yes, always. Chisame-sama and I have made peace successfully... unlike you and Sakurako-san, I see. I never pegged her for the grudging type..."
Satomi sighed again. "I cannot fault her in a good conscience. The fault was all mine."
Chisame spun around on her chair. "Don't say that, we all share the- Ohhh," she winced a bit at the sight of Hakase's swollen black right eye, pressing against a shattered glass with a spider web pattern on it. "Oh, oh, she took it even worse than Iinchou, I see..."
"Yes. Yes, she did," Hakase moaned, sitting down on her bunk and taking her broken glasses off, then nursing her black eye in a hand as Tsunetsuki dutifully went for the kitchen. "Then again, perhaps her reaction would have been even worse had you been there."
"I'd have blocked the punch for you, Satomi," Chisame told her, squeezing her free hand with sincere tenderness.
"Yes, well, then I'd feel even worse since-" She paused, giving her a perplexed stare and blushing. "How, how did you just call me...?"
"Ahem!" Tsunetsuki rasped loudly, re-entering the room with a large bag of ice, which she then applied on Satomi's eye. "There, this should suffice until Yue-san or Negi-sama come back and heal you. I take it that you won't want to tell Konoka-san on anything of this yet."
"Hiiiiih!" the shorter girl flinched at the coldness of the bag. "Y-Yes, you are correct. Thank you, this is very kind of you after... everything."
"The world doesn't deserve me," the short haired senpai agreed dryly. "Don't fret regardless, Chisame-sama. I'm sure you'll get your chance to white knight for Forehead soon enough, anyway. Sakurako-san must have told the Kakizaki woman already..."
Several powerful blows came from their front door then, along a howled, "HASEGAWAAAAA! Come out and face me now, SLUUUUUUUT! Let's settle this woman to filthy little YOU RAT...!"
"Misa, please, I beg you!" came Kugumiya Madoka's voice as well, pleading desperately. "Not like this! The Dorm Mother will hear! You'll get us all killed!"
"Kugimiya, you still can escape if you just flee already!" a resigned Chisame shouted, starting towards the door with the air of a death row prisoner heading for the chair. "I'd advice you to, as a matter of fact! You still can save yourself...!"
Alas, that poor, innocent girl. She'd go wherever her friends went.
Several hours later, a barely any less furious Misa, a still fairly gloomy Sakurako and a mortified Madoka got off a bus and headed a couple streets down, until they reached the front gates of the Yukihiro grounds.
"I can't believe it, the little coward hasn't even moved it from here all day long," Misa seethed, eyes fixed on the small golden ringer by the wide black metal gates. "He's even dropped his all so-important responsibilities...!"
"Well, the excuse he gave yesterday was he's sick, so it wouldn't make sense if he'd shown up just fine today," Madoka shrugged. "We're skipping classes ourselves, so it's not like-"
"Different situation!" Misa growled, then slammed her pointer finger on the ringer several times.
"Okay, let's see..." Hanyu-sensei all buy yawned apathetically. "Kakizaki Misa...?"
"Sensei," Hasegawa raised a hand, "Kakizaki, Kugimiya and Shiina all caught the same cold as Iinchou, Sensei, the librarians and Asakura. I'm afraid they won't be coming either..."
"They too, huh?" the bespectacled blonde glared all over the empty desks. "This is starting to get worrying, are you sure we aren't jamming covid into this story after a-"
"Just start the lessons already, Sensei," Evangeline told her irritably.
"Just a question first," Mimete pushed her large round glasses up her dainty nose. "Hasegawa-kun, does that flu have to do anything with why you and Hakase-kun are sporting black eyes today?"
"No, this is only the result of a perfectly normal if heated discussion between flatmates," Satomi flatly said.
The clandestine Death Buster posing as a teacher shrugged her shoulders. "Fine, I was just asking. I've a roommate who is just like that, so I can sympathize..."
Chao instantly threw a very suspicious glare into Satomi's direction.
Elsewhere in the campus, Professor Arimura 'Eudial' Yuko sneezed violently.
Back at the gates, a young woman in Meido, her dark hair long and flowing, walked out to greet the newcomers.
"Welcome, Shiina-san, Kugimiya-san, and the other one," she bowed, still not opening for them. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"We're here to see Negi-kun and Iinchou, Fabiola-san," said Sakurako, who was the one most used to visiting the manor. "Take us with them right now, will you?"
"You haven't made an appointment," Fabiola said.
Misa clenched her teeth. "Just let us in, you know who we are, and we know they're in here! Do it, or I swear to God, I'll call the cops on the charges of kidn-"
"Silence, I'm making a call," Fabiola hushed her, pulling a cellphone out of a pocket in her white apron. "Ojou-sama? Shiina-san, Kugimiya-san, and the other one are here and they want to see you. Should I release the guard d- I see. Right. Of course, Ojou-sama. Whatever you say." After a moment, and with a slight blush, she gave the phone a small kiss, so the person at the other end could hear. "Me too, Ojou-sama!"
The three cheerleaders took this with stunned stupor as Fabiola opened for them. "Turns out Hasegawa-san called her earlier, warned her you might be coming. Remember, we have guard dogs and Roberta is skilled in twenty five forms or martial arts and assassination techniques. I'm her best student."
"We aren't stupid enough as to try and hurt Iinchou, Fabiola-san," Madoka groaned while following her friends inside.
"GRUNT!" Misa and Sakurako said at once.
"Well," Madoka said then. "I'm not, that's what I mean..."
They were taken to a large dining hall, where Negi had been placed- to his credit, it must be said it had been against his protests- at the head of a very large table, presiding over a fastuous feast of sumptuous meals. Ayaka sat by his side like a contented queen, wearing a gorgeous white dress and even a pearl necklace. Of the literal kind, not one of those that had adornated her neck several times through the prior day's vigorous orgies. Mizore sat by his other side, grinning and waving hello at the newcomers, in a more casual bright red dress.
The other maids sat around the table, sharing the food with them as if part of the family, instead of being at their own table as usual, Sakurako noticed. Misa was still too pissed off to realize or care, however.
"Oh, girls," Negi said, stifling a small nervous gulp. "P-Please sit down, I believe Ayaka won't mind if you partake in breakfast, will you, Ayaka?"
"Not in the slightest, Sensei dear," Ayaka said, smiling placidly at the seething Misa. "I have always been taught to be generous with my fortune."
"Thank you..." Madoka said warily, "but we already ate before coming."
"Which was over a hour ago, nearly two, and we ate late!" Sakurako said. "Why, it's time for LUNCH now!"
"We slept late, we kind of had to," Mizore observed matter of factly. "It's important to rest well after a full day of intense activity."
Madoka winced visibly. "Eh?! Y-You too?"
Mizore smirked mischievously at her. "Me what? Please explain yourself..."
Misa stomped ahead and slammed her hand on the table. Roberta tensed up dangerously, but Ayaka kept her down with a hand gesture.
"We're done with you all!" Kakizaki yelled. "We're done with your stupid team! How dare you?!" she yelled at the starkly pale Negi. "After everyone, even you, always gave me shit over being 'a tease', and 'tempting' you, you go behind our backs, and, and, you do all of this! You've fucked some fat vampire whale we don't even know and Iinchou's kid sister!"
"My, you are perceptive," Mizore mused, buttering a slice of bread. "Is my marital bliss that evident?"
Misa tightened a fist. "Shut up, you... I don't care if this is your house! What you all did is unforgivable! You just broke the whole team apart!"
Ayaka shrugged, while Negi still struggled to speak. "Such a pity. We hoped you'd take it more reasonably. At the very least, Chisame, Satomi-san, Yuuna, Ayase-san, Miyazaki-san, Saotome-san and Evangeline will persevere. Ala Alba will survive your loss."
"I can join in to make up for it," Mizore offered, biting elegantly on her bread. "It sounds fun!"
"P-Please, Ayaka, don't say that!" Negi begged. "Misa, Sakurako, Madoka, you all mean a lot to us, and-!"
"You should've thought of that before, Casanova!" Misa threw her Pactio card on the table, while Sakurako and Madoka also reluctantly set theirs down. "All this time you were just a hypocrite! For all your holier than thou purity, you still thought with your dick, just like every other man!"
Negi flinched deeply, then slumped down in shame. "I... I really can't deny that..."
"Of course not!" Misa spun around and her heels and began stomping back towards the door. "Come on, girls! I can't believe it, they forced me to act as the puritan one...!"
"Misa," Madoka said, "you're being too harsh on him. He's ten and doesn't know better, take it out on them instead..."
"Y-Yeah, Misa," Sakurako nodded, "if anything, they must have tricked them, he's their victim and you're making him feel worse..."
"Are you coming or not?!" Misa growled.
"No, she's absolutely right," Negi shook his head in despair. "The whole time, I prided myself, foolishly, on being able to make decisions like an adult, and now I must abide by that. I'm so sorry, Misa, I-!"
"Kakizaki-san, before you leave," Ayaka calmly said, "there might be another thing you'd like to know. While Sensei was opening himself to me last night, so there wouldn't be any more secrets between us, he mentioned something you might be interested in."
Misa paused at the door, her back turned on them. "I don't think there's anything that-"
"During his brief stay in Mundus Magicus," Ayaka said, sipping aloofly from her fragrant tea, "Sensei learned he is the sole prince heir to the throne of Ostia, making him due to inherit all of the wealth from that country, in addition to all the assets the Thousand Master owned in Kyoto and elsewhere."
A loud, cashing sound like that of an old register, immediately emanated from Misa's head, as her hair stood up in point.
Madoka sighed wearily, then turned towards the closest maid. "I think I must explain that one, for some reason it happens when-"
"Don't bother, the same thing always happens to Mr. Yukihiro whenever he sees a good business deal," Fubuki informed her while primly eating her salad.
"Elaborate," Misa said, already back at the table and placing her hands on it, surprising even Negi with her speed.
Mizore frowned while Ayaka just smiled. "Wow, you're a real gold digger, aren't you?" the former asked. "It only took that for you to change your whole tune..."
"Kids shut up while grownups are talking," Misa snapped, "and I'm still singing the same tune, thank you very much. I'm still furious but also curious, who wouldn't be?"
Negi sighed. "Misa, it makes no difference, I'm sure I'll never hold a practical claim to that throne either way. The woman holding it, my birth mother, was deposed even before I was born, and it's been a democratic republic... in the theory at least... ever since."
"You still should have told us," Misa said, while Madoka and Sakurako nodded. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"A secret, the more people are into it, the more it stops being a secret, Misa-chan," Kazumi said, walking in from the next room with a smirk on and a recorder in a hand. "The man telling Negi-kun all of that made him swear secrecy on his mother's behalf, and he only told us after we really stressed the importance of keeping no secrets from us now that, well, we are one!"
"You too, Asakura..." Madoka breathed out.
"I'm afraid so," Kazumi gave a little shrug. "I always was warned about not becoming part of the scoop, but the heart wants what it wants, right?"
Misa pinched her nose and made an irritated sound. "Chisame... she mentioned something about you going to bear Sensei's children. I thought she was just boasting, but now I don't know what to think..."
"That is correct," Negi allowed, "when I was lost along Asuna, Yue and Skuld, I briefly met another version of me from another world, not Magus Erebus, but... He had a similar arrangement going on with his students, for mankind's sake, and while I thought badly of it at the time, I have grown convinced he had a-"
"For mankind's sake!" Misa noted.
"For humanity's sake," Negi sheepishly corrected himself.
Misa folded her arms. "And, if you don't have the wealth of a kingdom, how do you even plan to take care of that many children at once? On a teacher's salary? You'll be booted out, and I don't think Iinchou's parents will happily open their wallets for this nonsense!"
"There she goes again, circling back to money..." Mizore grumbled.
Misa glared at her. "Of course, money wouldn't ever be a concern to YOU, Miss Silver Spoon!"
"I spent the first years of my life on the road with a cabaret singer mother!" Mizore shot back. "Don't you dare tell me I was born in privilege like-!"
"Mizore-chan,"Negi gently chided her. The small blonde huffed and folded her arms, annoyed. Then he calmly addressed the cheerleaders. "To be honest with you as well, I'm not completely sure I won't ever hold a claim to that inheritance, either. That is just my educated guess from the situation, but Rakan-san and Dana-sama are both convinced I'll have to struggle for it, since doing so might be the key to the salvation of the Magical World."
"How so?" Shiina asked.
Siesta cleared her throat. "I come from Mundus Magicus, as part of a special immigration program. Our world is nearing a collapse, and many think the keys to stopping it lie with the legacy of the Ostian royal house, and that of Nagi Springfield himself."
"Yes," Negi nodded. "Dana-sama thinks so as well, so she said she'd send Karin-san today to look into it and bring the results of her research back. I might need to leave for Mundus Magicus soon, and I'd hate to leave with a broken friendship between us. Please forgive me over what I've done, and please forgive Satomi over what she has done, too," this was said with a pleading look at the confused Sakurako. "This... This might be something best left to her to explain, but... in truth, I suspect she might have had feelings for Chisame even before you confessed to her. Sorry."
"It's... It's alright, she already explained it herself. Sorta," Shiina said quietly, lowering her head and reminiscing that horrible discussion. "I guess that, in the end, I only can kinda blame myself..."
"No," Madoka put a hand on her shoulder. "No, you don't."
Misa groaned, then ran a hand down her face. "This is what I get out of falling in love with a magical hero rather than a normal boy. I guess it's my fault too."
"Misa," Negi said, "I-"
She held a hand up. "No. Listen to me, dammit! I know you all still think I'm a shameless money grubber, fine, whatever. Think whatever the hell you want. But I wanted you even before suspecting you were anything but a nerdy kid teacher, and that still holds true for some reason, even when I should damn know better! Maybe you're right, Asakura, the heart wants what it wants!"
"I'm always right!" Kazumi boasted happily.
Misa looked deep into Negi's scared eyes. "If you truly end up a rich prince, that's fine too. But it won't be anything but a juicy, welcome, awesome, incredible, very convenient and likable bonus to what I truly love about you..."
"Sex with him is fucking incredible as well," Fabiola said as Negi blushed.
"I was just going to mention his earnest, adorably clumsy good heart," Misa grumbled, "but... is he really that good? For real?"
The maids, Kazumi and the Yukihiro sisters all nodded emphatically.
"..." the three cheerladers said as Negi looked away, uneasily. Mostly because he still handled praise badly.
"And it goes on and on and on, for hours and hours..." Mizore said.
Misa slammed a hand on the table again. Not so roughly, this time. But still. "I'm going to need a confirmation on those claims, mister!"
"My parents won't be back for the rest of the month, and their bedroom is the best place in the house for four people to frolic together," Ayaka smiled as she led them, flanked by Roberta, down the main hallway of the manor. "Because it'll be just the four of you, or am I wrong? I don't believe Misa-san is in the mood yet to-"
"Suh-Sakurako and I haven't said anything yet!" Madoka gasped, waving her hands. "Wha-What makes you so sure we want a part in this?!"
"You've come along so far, haven't you?" Roberta asked stoically.
"That's just because there's still a chance to talk her out of this," Madoka argued while Misa shook her head stubbornly, "and besides-!"
"I'm fine with it," Sakurako said in a small voice.
"Saku-chan!" Kugimiya growled at her.
Shiina gave her a sullen look. "What, are you gonna tell us that you're still hung over Kyon-senpai? That train left long ago, Madoka-chan. I'd rather try my luck with this than clinging to the past..."
Madoka glared back at her. "You're just looking at this as an alternate way to get close to Hakase again," she guessed correctly.
Negi sighed and waved a hand as they reached the huge door at the hall's end. "Madoka, you're rather welcome to leave now if you wish so. I will never force anyone to do anything they aren't into."
Madoka frowned at him. "And why are you so eager to leave me out of this?"
"You just said that you didn't want to..."
"And you sound like I'm giving you an excuse, as if I annoyed you or something!" Madoka argued. "What, are you upset I'd try and talk Misa out of this? Or am I not sexy enough for Mr. 'I'll do little girls and fat women'?"
Negi facepalmed. "I still don't understand women," he said while Ayaka, giggling to herself at his adorable bafflement, opened the bedroom with her set of keys.
"It's because of my voice and looks, right?" Madoka complained. "Not only I sound like a boy, but I look like one, even though I look just like that Karin hag and everyone calls her beautiful and- Iii!" she yelped as Roberta not so subtly shoved her inside, so she could join Misa, Sakurako and Negi, all of whom had entered already. "Wait!" she looked at the door. "Haven't you been paying any attention, I- dammit, Iinchou!" she screamed as the door was slammed closed from outside. Struggling to open it, she learned it'd just been locked. "This ain't fair...!"
Negi patiently pointed at the room's open window. "You still can go out easily. This room is at ground level, and the tennis courts are right there. You can grab a chair, pull it under the orange tree, and take a nap while we-"
"Ohhh, forget it!" Madoka angrily sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her boots and socks off. "I'm boiling in virgin rage as it is! This is what I get out of being a good girl, so fuck the good girl!"
Misa chuckled slightly, beginning to pull her light purple blouse over her head. "You're such a case, Madoka-chan. Thanks for being so loyal."
"Don't mention it..." Kugimiya muttered, seeing Sakurako unzip her short skirt and pull it down her legs. "I must be insane, blast it. Hey, Negi-kun?"
"Yes?" the boy said while unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
Madoka admired his youthful yet muscular bare torso while absently pulling her striped tee-shirt off. Her bra was a plain practical sports one, all white. Misa's was racy and black in contrast, even as she was taking it off already. Such choice of underwear, even for Misa, made Madoka slightly suspicious about her true intentions the whole time, but she knew better than to ask. "If we're really going to do this, I need to be sure, you really are gonna take full responsibility, right? Even handling all the uncomfortable stuff with our families, correct?"
"Of course I will," he swore, with a fist on his heart. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself otherwise!"
"Just asking," Madoka scoffed, unzipping her pants and tugging down on them. Sakurako was already reduced to her underwear and socks, leaving the other pieces neatly folded on a chair. Kugimiya blushed, then beckoned to the boy. "C'me here. Kissy, kissy."
She spread her arms open, and after a moment of hesitation, Negi approached her and kissed her tenderly. Madoka wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him even closer, deepening a kiss that felt so much better than their Pactio one. "Mmmmm."
Misa stopped right after skinning her frilly panties off, reduced to her socks and the small ornament in her long silky hair. "Hey, Madoka! That thing I just said, about your being loyal...?!"
"It's just a kiss, Misa, you get it up the cooch first, geez," Madoka said, pushing the boy back and then unfastening his pants, yanking the boxers down, and pulling the half erect penis out. "Okay, so you come here and handle this first, then. You know more about this than I do!"
"Right..." Misa said, walking to them after baring her pale feet off. She knelt down on the fine carpet and caressed and rubbed the hardness, just like she used to do to Taisuke, and from the moan Negi gave immediately, she hadn't lost her touch yet. Good to know. Meanwhile, Sakurako had also fully stripped off by now, and moved along to sit on the bed, right next to Madoka.
"Misa's right, you're a very good friend," Shiina assured the black haired girl, both watching how Kakaki placed herself on her knees before him, her hands seizing his hips, and her mouth surrounded the small but thick shaft, promptly going into a vigorous fellatio that made him sigh deeply. Sakurako's hand squeezed Madoka's. "Thank you so very much, Madoka-chan. Not many would be willing to go this far with us, down a path so uncertain..."
"If... If I'm with you, I guess luck won't abandon me..." Madoka rasped, even as Sakurako's other hand began lightly playing with one of her breasts. "Sakurako-chan, are you trying to...?"
"You're so sweet," Sakurako cooed, leaning close and kissing her chin. Madoka gulped. "All this time, I had what I needed right next to me, and I never realized it..."
You're just taking me on the rebound from freaking Hakase! Madoka's mind screeched, but this was a difficult concept to express now that Sakurako had pinned her mouth against hers and pushed her down on the gigantic bed.
"Okay, roll your sleeves up," Konoe Konoka requested once she, Akira, Setsuna, Yuuna, Makie and Ako were far enough from the other students, standing under the shade of a large tree.
Akira rolled her sleeves up and Konoka mildly winced at all the cuts, scars and bruises over the taller girl's flesh. "Oh dear, Akira-chan... who did this to you?"
"Tuxedo Kamen-san," Akira said as Konoka began healing her. "And this is nothing, you should see how he left Minako. Could you see her later, please?"
"Sure thing," Konoka nodded as she worked her healing magic on her. It felt as good as ever, sending pleasurable small waves all across her body. No good deed goes unrewarded, that was onev of her mottos, after all. "Why don't you call her here now?"
"I can't, she had to stay at home today," Akira informed. "Ami-san's looking after her."
"That badly, huh?" Yuuna grimaced. "What's with that guy, wasn't he an ally of yours?"
"It seems he's fallen under mind control from the enemy," Akira explained. "That made it even more difficult for us, since we really didn't want to hurt him, and we had to stop Uranus and Neptune from trying lethal force on him. That made them angry, but after he left, we still agreed we'd have to work together against him."
"Is he so strong after all?" Setsuna seemed interested. "I thought all he ever did was throw a rose, give a speech, and go away just as soon."
"I'd say he's held himself back a lot before, because oh, could he fight!" Akira said, just before Konoka pulled back with a smile. "Is that it?"
"Yes!" the heiress said happily, sitting down on the grass and pulling her bento box out to start eating. "I couldn't find anything else wrong with you!"
Akira flexed her arms and fingers in and off, slowly, then smiled back at her. "Thank you so very much, Konoka-san."
"It's nothing," Konoka said as she handed a bashful Setsuna a bento of her own. "Now, girls, what would you happen to know about really why Negi-kun, Iinchou, Asakura and the trios didn't come today?"
"Yes," Setsuna said while accepting the bento, as she really couldn't reject it, nor did she want to. "It's obvious something else is going on, right at the same time Tsunetsuki-senpai's started following Chisame again. Right after, I might add, Iinchou was heard screaming in anger two nights ago..."
"Ah, yes, that," Ako scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "Look, it's a long story, really. It's... nothing wrong, I mean, it's not like we're under enemy attack again, but... you really should ask Negi-kun instead once he's back, as we promised we wouldn't say anything just yet..."
"Ako-chan...!" Konoka gasped, eyelashes fluttering as she took a hand to her own chest. "Not even to us...?"
"It's a promise we made to Eva as well," Yuuna said, placing a hand on Makie's mouth before she could open it. "You know how she is, and what she does when we go against our word."
"Ah. Fair enough," Konoka said while Setsuna squinted suspiciously. "I'm sure it'll make for an interesting story, then. You can give us clues, however, can't you? That's fair, let's have a guessing game, just for fun!" She gave one of those oh so charming and oh so dangerous pure smiles. "What if I start by asking-"
Then she fell silent, as she could hear someone approaching. It was someone coming out from between the trees, apparently arriving from the opposite direction to that of the school. "Excuse me," Konoka asked the newcomer. "Do I know you?"
"You're Konoe Konoka, aren't you?" the girl who had just met them, wearing a school uniform that the girls couldn't recognize from any of the Four Schools, looked at a small picture she was carrying and frowned to herself. "I suppose you would have to be..."
"Yes, she is," Setsuna said, standing up and stepping between Konoka and her, but without drawing Yuunagi out yet. "Who are you, and what do you want with her?"
"Ayase Yue sent me, to look for a reliable person from her class, and hers is one of the four names I was given," this girl with short blackhair and a subtle, unplaceable foreign accent bowed to them. "Sorry to disturb you. My name is Beatrix Monroe, from Ariadne Academy, and Yue, her friends and Miss Karin need your help urgently, I'm afraid."
Both Yukihiro sisters sat on matching chairs in another room of the mansion, facing a set of large TV screens showing the master bedroom from each angle as they fingered themselves intensely. Their dresses had been pulled up to their chests, and their panties pulled down to their angles.
"Mizore..." Ayaka said while watching Misa deepthroat Negi.
"Mmmm?" Mizore slurred, chewing on her lower lip and watching Sakurako licking and slurping on Madoka's private flower.
"Negi-sensei told me, last night," Ayaka panted as Negi placed his hands on Misa's scalp, guiding her head back and forth, "that he'd felt no hymens on any of us..."
"So...?" Mizore kept on touching herself. Sakurako had moved around so that, by holding one of Madoka's legs up, now she could rub her sex against her own, much like Roberta had taught Mizore herself late yesterday.
"Well!" Ayaka gulped. Negi was clearly ejaculating down Misa's throat now, tiny whitish leaks dripping out the corners of her mouth. "While a virgin, I engaged into r-rigorous physical activity all of my life, and so did Fabiola-san... Suh-Siesta had that b-boyfriend of hers, and Roberta is a woman with a past..."
"Oh, and she learned so much during it," the little girl giggling to herself, comparing her technique to Sakurako's clear amateurism as she humped against Madoka. Not that Madoka seemed to mind, from the way she moaned and clawed at the mattress.
"So," her big sister gulped, "I, I was thinking that, as your guide figure, I was bound to ask you, on what caused your lack of such a natural barrier..." Here she paused in doubt, while Misa forcefully kissed Negi and spat some of his seed deep into his mouth, sharing his taste, "W-Wait, do you even know what a hymen is...?"
"Oneesama, don't ruin the moment..." Mizore groaned, arching in climax shortly after Madoka did, Sakurako still giving a few more thrusts against her before slumping on her back, panting victoriously. "Ah, ah, oh yes! I want the black haired one. I can show her better than that!"
Ayaka frowned at her now that her own orgasm had been achieved, since Misa and Negi were just talking now. "I'm serious, Mizore. If your mother or any of her acquaintances ever did something to you..."
"Then that is in the past, and certainly nowhere close to what we've just done, dear Oneesama," Mizore said, relaxing back on the chair with a slight chiding tone that briefly made Ayaka ashamed of herself. For a moment, her old common sense and the conventional morals reasserted themselves, and a small voice sounding just like Asuna's scolded her, calling her a filthy slut, a child abusing monster. Ayaka shuddered and took both hands to her crimson hued face while her dear little half-sister methodically pulled her own panties down, then skinned the dress over her arms and tossed it aside. "Or what we'll do now," Mizore concluded with a placid smile, stepping before Ayaka and pulling her legs up, all the better to yank that other set of soaked panties off. "Faltering already, Oneesama? Let me show you one trick or two I learned on the road. I forgot, for a long while I forgot almost it all, and I guess Daddy's doctors helped. But now I remember everything again. Thanks for that, Oneesama. Let me return the favor now."
"Mizore, I, you, maybe we shouldn't-" Ayaka feebly said right before a small fist was shoved against her vaginal lips. And then she was lost into the pleasure again.
Misa was pulling Negi onto the bed with herself.
"Oh, you're so well behaved today!" Arai Chie-sensei marveled as she dictated the classes for the afternoon. "I wonder what brought along this marvelous change in attitude..."
"I'm Asuna!" Paper Copy Asuna said.
"I'm Konoka!" Paper Copy Konoka said.
"I'm Ku Fei! Aru!" Paper Copy Ku Fei said.
Chizuru and Natsumi traded a jaded, cold gaze between them as Fuuka and Fumika blinked in confusion. Evangeline dozed by the window without a care and Zazie kept on juggling her colorful balls while Chao quietly bashed her forehead down on her desk and Satsuki looked at her in sympathy.
Behind the school building, Konoka came to a halt, gesturing at the rest of girls to stop as well. "Okay, Setchan, thanks for that! With any luck, they'll never notice we're gone..."
"Konoka, what's going on now?" Kagurazaka Asuna complained. "Why did you pull us all out like that?!"
"It's Negi-kun, right?" Kasuga Misora guessed. "What happened to him? Is he hurt? Was he kidnapped? Did he-?"
"No, no, Negi's fine, he's at Iinchou's house with Asakura and the cheerleaders!" Chisame groaned, annoyed at the whole thing unraveling so fast, and at being left with its collapsing weight on her shoulders. "At least, I think that's how it still is. Right?" she shot Yuuna a hostile glare.
"Yeah, yeah, this part's not really about him. She'll explain," Yuuna sighed, gesturing at Beatrix to approach from behind the tree she had been using to conceal herself. "Asuna, you know this girl, don't you?"
"No, but I recognize the uniform," Baka Red said. "A classmate of Collet-chan, right?"
The stranger nodded. "That's correct. My name is Beatrix Monroe. Sorry to disturb you all, but our academy has just been visited by Ayase Yue again, who claimed she wanted to talk with Miss Louise La Valliere..."
"La Valliere!" Misora hissed. "That crazy pink girl who fell for Negi-kun, right?!"
"She's not crazy, she's just kind of a crabby bitch, Misora," Asuna corrected the short haired sprinter. "Yeah, and then what?"
"Regrettably, it appears that Cosmo Entelecheia had spies within our walls the whole time," Beatrix informed, lowering her quiet gaze. "Before long, our halls were overran by Sextum Averruncus and her elite enforcers, who overpowered our guards and captured your friends..."
"Sextum!" Setsuna pulled back in alarm.
"Oh dear..." Konoka took a hand to her mouth.
"The ice controlling young lady from Kyoto?" Kaede scowled. "This is really bad..."
"What, what were the librarians even doing there?!" Asuna panicked. "'Cuz I assume Nodoka and Paru were there with her, right?!"
Beatrix nodded.
"We've gotta call Negi-kun," Misora decided, pulling her Pactio card out and putting it against her forehead. "He'll know what to do, and..."
"No," Chisame said, grabbing her by the wrist and forcing her hand down.
"Eh? Why no?" Ku Fei scoffed. "That better thing to do! Gather all forces just as soon to mount rescue!"
"N-Not until he's right here with us, where he can't just drop us!" Chisame argued. "If we just tell him from a distance, you know what he'll do!"
"That is correct," Chachamaru nodded sedately. "He will simply charge there on his own, and become an easy prey. Formidable as he's become, he's still no match for Sextum Averruncus..."
"Okay, that's a good point," Misora agreed. "So what?"
"We're going to wait until he comes back, and in the meanwhile, we'll prepare an actual plan with the data she supplies us with," Chisame took over as Ala Alba's secretary in chief, pointing at Beatrix, then staring at her. "Assuming, of course, that info is reliable."
Makie blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Chisame's right," Yuuna said, "out of all of us, only Yue got to meet these Ariadne girls up close and personal. Who's to say she's not one of Sextum's girlfriends, here precisely to guide us towards a trap?"
"Well," Makie reasoned, "we could see what she really thinks with Honya's- Oh, that's right," she bopped herself on the head with a fist. "We can't rely on Honya for that, either."
Then everyone slowly looked towards a classmate who hadn't talked just yet.
"... what?" Skuld blinked innocently.
"Okay, all knowing goddess..." Yuuna stepped towards her.
"I'm not all knowing," Skuld reminded her.
"Yeah, that's not what you're fond of saying most of the time," her roommate retorted. "Speak clearly for once, is this girl supposed to be part of Sexy's forces, or not?"
"No," Skuld said, since she'd done that much of her homework before throwing herself into this fray.
"Okay, good to know," Yuuna clenched her teeth, "but what if she was threatened or-?"
"Wait a sec there, Yuuna, before we get into any of that," Misora argued, "what the heck's supposed to be going on with Negi-kun to begin with? Why would he and the cheerleaders be at Iinchou's with Asakura? Why did you even send the librarians all the way there behind our backs? I demand to know, right now!"
Konoka nodded firmly, folding her arms. "Yes, I'd really like to know myself!"
Chisame sighed. "Okay. We'll have to move a bit further from the building for us to explain this..."
"How many blocks?" an extremely unamused Setsuna asked.
"Maybe we should take it all the way to the entrance to Mundus Magicus itself," Matoi said.
"Ah!" Beatrix recoiled. "Who are you?! You were here?!"
"Yes, always..." everyone else but Matoi chorused in complete deadpan, as the Deep Lover frowned at them.
Soryu Asuka Langley exhaled in impatience, standing by the bus stop and tapping her foot against the sidewalk. She had been waiting there for over half a hour now, and she really was starting to regret skipping classes that day, only to meet the stupid newcomer on arrival.
She glanced at her wristwatch again, right before hearing voices passing by behind her. Turning her glance back just enough, she saw several of Class 3-A's students, most of them as a matter of fact, rushing towards the woods for some reason or another. Most of this group appeared to be upset, and several of them were shouting at the others, demanding explanations on something Asuka couldn't quite understand but surely was inane and not worth her time.
And yet...
Chao wasn't in that group, which was gone just as soon as they'd come into sight. But Asuka knew Chao, well enough as to realize directly asking her on the subject wouldn't do her any good. So she instead chose calling another 3-A student she'd been in contact with recently.
"Hello? Asakura-san?" she grunted at her cellphone. "It's me, Soryu. I was just wondering, did you finally get something on that thing Shiguma asked you to research...?"
"Ah. Ah, yes, you could say so," Kazumi said, reclined naked on a chair on the lawn of Yukihiro Manor as Siesta, in full maid regalia, knelt before her and gave her cunnilingus. Kazumi's other hand held a set a binoculars, through which she looked at the window of the bedroom belonging to Iinchou's parents. "I've learned a whole lot, actually..." she purred, a bare foot rubbing circles on Siesta's scalp.
"Great," Asuka snorted. "Listen, I've just seen a whole bunch of your classmates pass by me- I'm at the bus stop, waiting for some Brit moron who's gonna be living with me for a while- and I thought you might know something about that?"
"Oh?" Kazumi said, eyes fixed on how Misa placed herself on her hands and knees on the white mattress, Negi kneeling down right behind her. Madoka and Sakurako were both taking hold of his penis and rubbing it over and over, the member quickly regaining hardness. "Niiiice, I mean, I have no idea, what were they doing?"
"They were bickering a lot..." Asuka answered.
"Well, that's what they do all the time," Kazumi said, pressing her foot down to make Siesta pause in her oral stimulation. Negi was entering Misa's vagina now, holding onto her buttocks, and then beginning to pump in as Sakurako and Madoka took turns kissing him. "What else?"
"I don't know, they were just rushing into the woods!" the other redhead growled. "What did you learn, then? Anything Shiguma would like?"
"Ohhh, yes, I think she would, very much..." Kazumi licked her lips all over, enjoying the sight of Negi's toned body hitting back and forth against that of her classmate as he frenched Sakurako, his hand grabbing Shiina by the hair.
Asuka paused, stunned at the just realized implications. "Damn. Damn! Then did he really...?!"
Asakura chuckled while gesturing at Siesta to start again. "Oh, and he can do it alright!"
Asuka's jaw slacked down. "You bitch! I can't believe you...!"
She could hear now someone's tongue lapping eagerly, as Asakura told her, "Look, I know what your first impulse's gonna be, but stay out of this, okay?" she warned. "For your own good. I wouldn't ever lift a hand against you, but Evangeline-"
"Fuck you, like you can tell me what to do!" Asuka retorted angrily, cutting the call and shoving the phone back into the pocket of her shorts. "What a fucking slut, she's just like everyone else in that- Huh?" She looked up at a passing small plane that was zooming past, over her head. Someone had just jumped out of it, and then deployed a parachute. "What the hell?!"
Asuka took several steps back, genuinely scared, as this person in the parachute fell towards her. It was a girl around her age, it seemed, slender and with long dark brown hair, but surely this couldn't possibly be-?!
Then the wind blew harder, much harder, and before Asuka could decide what to do next and which direction take in her run from this newest bit of insanity, a crotch planted itself on her face from above, panties briefly suffocating her as long, firm legs surrounded her head. Asuka dropped to the ground, screaming.
"Oi!" Makinami Mari Illustrious yelped, forcefully landing onto Asuka's chest. "Ah! Misato didn't come herself?!"
"Do you like this?" he asked, just to be sure, holding onto her hips as he pierced her, their flesh slapping together melodically.
"Oh yes. Sooo much," Misa drawled out, aided by Madoka kissing and suckling on her breasts and Sakurako skillfully fingering her clitoris as her other hand tickled Negi's balls. Such great friends she had. She'd have to buy something really nice for them later. "Negi-kun," the lead cheerleader slurred, tightening her eyes close and clasping onto his sides with her legs. "I'm gonna, gonna, gonna... Ohh fuck...!" she cried as she kept the world flash white within her eyelids.
This was far beyond anything Taisuke or her own efforts had ever brought upon her, and suddenly she couldn't be that mad at Chisame or Iinchou anymore. How could they be blamed? Having this, who could ever resist it? Had she known sex with Negi-kun felt this awesome, she'd have corraled him right after their first day of classes, and...
Then she felt another ripple through her, one that dwarfed the prior one by comparison. The added tightness of her vaginal walls upon climax set him off, and Negi grunted, unleashing his seed within Misa, imbuing her with a pleasurable warmth that covered her whole skin with goosebumps. "I, I, I looove youuuuu..." the girl sighed, slumping onto the bed under him, even as he kissed her sweaty back, and she slumbered off with a charmed little smile on her lips.
Sakurako blinked, kneeling by her side. "Wow," she said. "You really knocked the wind out of her, Negi-kun!" she marveled.
"Is, is she...?" Madoka started.
Negi took Misa's pulse. "She's just napping. The roller coaster of emotions she has gone through must have tired her. Let her rest..."
Sakurako giggled, taking one of Mrs. Yukihiro's priceless blankets and wiping the spunk off Negi's negi with it. "Well, make sure of taking it easier with me!" Then she looked at Madoka. "Unless you want to go first...?"
Madoka shrugged. "H-Hey, if you're ready for it, I'm not gonna rain on your parade..."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Madoka-chan, you're such a dearie," Sakurako said, pushing Negi so he was on his back next to the sleeping Kakizaki. "Now, I want to be on top..."
"Fine with me," Negi said while she jerked him off tenderly, awed at how fast it was inflating back, throbbing within her fingers.
"Aaaand," Sakurako gushed, her other hand grabbing Madoka's bare ass and guiding her along, "so Madoka-chan doesn't feel left out, what if you...?"
"I think I understand," the genius boy said, grabbing Madoka's hips and pulling her lower quarters against his face. Before Madoka could protest, his tongue darted out and went for her vulva, but she squirmed and it touched her rectum instead. "Gyeh!"
"Gyeh?" Shiina echoed as her friend shuddered. She looked around, then giggled again. "Oh, Negi-kun, don't fear! Madoka-chan took a good bath before coming, so..." she squatted over his erection, and began lowering herself towards it. "You won't be having a crappy time... aaaaanh," she said at the same time her private folds welcomed the tip of his hardness in, and her toes curled. "And neither will I, obviously..."
Negi moaned, moving his mouth towards Madoka's vulva as she sat on his face. His left thumb entered Kugimiya's butthole to replace the missing tongue, and he soon settled in for a rhythm as he thrusted up against and into Sakurako, burying himself to the hilt in her.
"Yeeeesssss..." she could hear the fortunate cheerleader hiss, even if he couldn't see her grabbing Madoka by the shoulders for support as she began bouncing on him. Madoka's hands went to Sakurako's perky, young breasts, fondling them, and before long both girls were kissing each other again.
Ah. So this is why Satomi-chan had betrayed her. Much like Misa before her, Sakurako was starting to see the twisted logic in it...
"This is all your fault, you know," Iwai Tsukuyomi said, hanging high above the floor of the cell, attached to a wall by chains clutching her wrists and ankles.
Nodoka sighed. "How is it my fault?" she asked, even though she knew the answer already. But she owed the killer this much.
"Well," the petite swordswoman said, "if only you hadn't attacked me as soon as Shirabe-han broke in, I would have had much more of a fighting chance..."
"I thought you had lured them to us, okay?" her sole companion in the cell claimed. "It was the logical thing to assume, seeing how you were, well, you!"
"If you had bothered to read my mind beforehand," Tsukuyomi chided the girl suspended next to her, "you would have known Sextum-han and I parted ways for good long ago. I turned on her, and she's not the forgiving type."
"Sorry. I misjudged you, or rather, your capacity to make enemies out of people," Miyazaki apologized. "Shirabe, huh? So that's her name..."
"Her codename at the very least," Tsukuyomi said. "At least they haven't taken my glasses off. If I get a chance to... Be quiet," she lowered her voice suddenly. "She's coming."
Before Nodoka could ask how she knew, and who was this person, the door of the cell was opened from the outside, and in calmly strode the pale, short haired, stoic Sextum Averruncus, barely any taller than Ako but noticeably curvier, although to no voluptuous regard by any taken. As ever, she wore a dark gray uniform with masculine pants and shiny black shoes, and her finely sculpted face showed no emotions.
"Negi Springfield should be here for you shortly," the Averruncus of Water told them, arms folded behind her back as the door closed silently behind her. "We allowed one of Ariadne students to escape, one who was fully human so she could successfully step into Mundus Vetus, so that she could deliver the news to him."
"Congratulations," Nodoka said. "Your insiders obviously did their task well."
Sextum nodded. "Indeed. Shiori is an expert of infiltration and impersonation. Rest assured, however, no harm will be brought upon you, unless you force our hands. Even Negi Springfield will be spared, should he comply to our terms. We only need two things from him."
"And those are?" Nodoka asked.
"First and foremost, he is to stop interfering with our project," Sextum said. "As for the second clause, I am not to share it with anyone but him."
"Oooh, intriguing," Tsukuyomi smirked evilly. "How about me? No hard feelings over that chopped arm?"
"As you can see, it is functioning correctly again," Sextum said, rotating an arm in place, "and we are not in the business of personal revenge. You are detained just because you are too much of a wild card, but if I longed for your demise, I would have dealt with you already."
"Maybe you should have," Tsukuyomi told her.
"I am a better human being than you," Sextum replied icily, then looked at Nodoka again. "Now, I need to ask something from you."
"Ask away," Nodoka said.
"When scanning you for access into this fortress," the sixth Averruncus said, "our magical sensors found unmistakable signs of early pregnancy in you, Ayase Yue, Saotome Haruna, and this 'Karin' woman..."
Tsukuyomi tensed up visibly. "Ah?!"
Nodoka, after a moment of pause, only smiled. "Oh. Oh, so it has happened already. That is good..."
"Are those the children of Negi Springfield?" Sextum asked her.
"Wait, seriously?! Negi-han's?!" Tsukuyomi gasped. "You really did it with Negi-han?! You weren't just joking back then?!"
Ignoring her, Nodoka nodded at Sextum. "Yes. Whatever you do, if you truly are a better person than her, respect these pregnancies then. They are the culmination of our love for him, and-"
"Oh Kami-sama, I can't believe it!" Tsukuyomi shook her head. "I was playing along with your delusions or trickery, but... You nerds actually went and- Wait, Konoka-sama and Oneesama, they really are NOT in this, are they?"
"I already told you, no, they aren't!" Nodoka snapped.
Sextum raised a hand. "I meant what I said when I made that statement. I don't intend for undeserved bloodshed, much less those of children and the unborn. The Thousand Master's bloodline is a powerful tool to carve the future of this world, so you have taken a sound tactical decision."
"We, we didn't do it because of that!" Nodoka said. "We did it because we love him!"
"That is your cue to ask 'What is this thing you call love?', Sexy-han," Tsukuyomi said.
"Silence," Sextum ordered her coldly, then considered the situation in unreadable mutism. After several moments, she said, "So he can breed by this point, that is commendable. I'm afraid I will have to add another point to our list of demands."
"Eh?" Nodoka blinked.
Sextum looked up at her once more. "Our master, Ialda Baoth, is greatly interested in the Springfield bloodline and its possibilities. As the master's ultimate creation, it falls upon me to fulfill this research for our project's sake. Hence, Miyazaki Nodoka, you and your friends are to teach me how to bear Negi Springfield's next child."
"Negi," Kazumi said, reluctantly entering the master bedroom through the open window, "there's something I think you should hear..."
"Mmm mmpph mmhgghh, Kzzmmhhh," Negi said.
Asakura sighed. "Madoka-chan, if you could, please, get off Sensei's face for a moment..."
"Make, make me..." Madoka panted, impulsing herself on her hands and feet, up and down, while Negi licked her.
Kazumi made an irritated sound, grabbed Madoka by a shoulder, pulled her aside freeing Negi's mouth, and shoved two fingers up Kugimiya's pussy before the cheerleader could protest. "I've just been contacted by one of the girls from the labs who recruited me," Asakura explained while shoving her fingers back and forth, Madoka accepting them with a moan. "Soryu Asuka-san, you know her...?"
"Ah-ah, hah, I do," Negi said, over Sakurako's ecstatic screams of his name. "W-Want her to join us...?"
The naked reporter pondered this. "Well," she said after a moment. "I dunno. I guess she's hot. It might take some convincing. Never mind that now, she says she just saw most of the classroom skipping classes and heading towards the woods, what would you know about that?"
"What? I, I don't know, ah, oh, goodness, Sakurako, Sakurako!" he shouted, arching his back.
"Oh, Negi-kun!" Shiina cried out, Misa slowly stirring back to her senses. "Gimme! Gimme your best lucky shot! I'm so lucky! Feel so lucky! Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky lucky!" she rode him frantically, little braids whipping around and mouth drooling all over his chest. "Negiiii-kuuuuun!"
"AH" Negi punctuated his latest release with a single powerful thrust upwards, and Madoka, Kazumi, and the half conscious Misa all leaned closer, to see a thin trail of clear seminal liquid oozing from the union of their bodies. Sakurako let herself droop on top of Negi with a goofy smile.
"Heh heh..." she said, eyes half closed and aimed at Misa. "I didn't get knocked out..."
"Knocked up, maybe," Kazumi opined, casually swatting her rear with a hand as she withdrew the other out of Madoka. "You done already? Like I was telling you..."
"Oh, odds are they're just being told everything, it had to happen sooner or later," Madoka said, pushing Sakurako off Negi and sitting on his legs in her place. "Look, if they were in any trouble they'd have called, right?"
Negi breathed in and out, regaining his strenght. "That's right, but what if...?"
"Negi-kuuuun, it's my tuuuuurn," Kugimiya grabbed him by the wrists. "You aren't leaving this room until you've fucked me too!"
"She's right, Negi," Misa said, lightly kicking her feet up as she patted his head, still resting on her stomach. "We got her hot and bothered, it's not fair leaving her hanging now."
"See, even Misa agrees with me," Madoka nodded.
"I'm your friend, not your enemy," Misa reminded her in a casual tone.
Negi took a deep breath. "Fine... I should trust them all, instead of stalling it like I did with you. You've been remarkably accepting of such an extreme situation, and I'm so thankful for that..."
"Yeah, well, I'd rather be shown gratitude through actions," Madoka said, reaching between his legs and starting to jerk him back into shape.
Negi shivered in pleasure while Misa and Sakurako kissed his nipples, then each other. "A-All the same, Kazumi-chan, wh-who were in that group...?"
"Asuka-san didn't go that far, she kinda cut me off in rage," the reporter informed, sitting on the bed and idly caressing Misa's beautiful ass with a hand. "Eh, I suppose you're right. What are they going to do, try and kill each other? I mean, if even Iinchou didn't go that far..."
"That's the spirit," Madoka grunted, placing herself on top of Negi's hardened shaft and impaling herself with a single decisive thrust down. "Oh fuck! What are you made of, iron...?!"
"Hello!" the girl who'd just dropped from the sky grinned widely at Asuka, extending a hand towards her. "You must be Soryu! I'm Makinami Mari Illustrious!"
"I, I know who you are!" Asuka gasped, standing up and keeping her distance. "Misato showed me your photo! But, why didn't you just come in a bus or car, like a normal person?!"
"Eh?" the girl blinked, then cocked her head aside. "How can we be normal people? Why should we? We're agents of NERV!"
"We're not freaking James Bond!" Asuka stomped a foot down.
Mari put a hand on her cattish smile and chuckled to herself. "Mr. Kaji was right, you really have a temper..."
Asuka tugged back and blushed. "M-Mister Kaji said that about me?!"
"Relax, he has you in high esteem!" Mari winked and wagged a finger, which if anything only worsened Asuka's blush. "Well, I'm sorry to drop on you like that! That never was part of the plan, but you know, the wind can be a bitch. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Regaining her composure, the redhead huffed indignantly. "Don't say nonsense! I'm made of much tougher stuff than that!"
"I see, I see," Mari nodded. "My handler's kind of an aviation aficionado and I'm always up for a thrill, so we thought we'd give you guys a nice little surprise. Just so you see that we can handle anything."
"You just showed me you can't handle landings," Asuka grunted, rubbing her still aching face. She turned around and began walking away. "Follow me, I'll show you the way back home..."
"Right!" Mari began walking after her, shedding her parachute behind and adjusting her backpack further.
"You didn't come with a lot of luggage, I see," Asuka said coldly.
"Oh, they'll be sending it to your doorstep today," the newcomer waved that issue away. "So this is the infamous Mahora," she said, looking in all directions. "Home to more unexplained phenomena than any other site in the Northern Hemisphere, except for Gotham and Sunnydale..."
"That's correct," Asuka said. "Enjoy your stay, we hope you survive it."
Then they heard a sharp, shrill cry coming from the distant hills, one that sounded like a girlish, "YOU DID WHAT?!"
Mari looked in that direction. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Asuka said, hastening her steps in the exact opposite direction, thankfully the one she already was set into. "Ignore it, Mom and Misato are waiting for you."
Mari didn't stop following her, but still kept gazing behind curiously. There were more angry screams, and the faraway sounds of a fight starting. "Are you sure? That sounds like something we should look into, or report at least..."
Asuka actually grabbed her by a hand and began pulling her away with herself, sweating. "Not even an uncommon occurrence! Don't think about it..."
"A girl's just called another a whore? My Japanese still needs some improvement, but..."
"Just your imagination!" Asuka insisted in English, and began sprinting without letting go of her hand.
Mari smiled and let herself be carried off.
"Asuna-dono, I insist!" Nagase Kaede said, holding Asuna from behind tightly, grinding her heels on the ground, all the best to keep the surprisingly strong redhead from advancing towards the terrified Yuuna. "Calm yourself already! Don't do anything to ruin your own life!"
"For once Nagase's right!" Tatsumiya Mana, who had been very silent all the while until now, said while similarly restraining a furious Setsuna, who was seething furiously at Chisame and the stoic, coldly glaring Matoi. "Are you out of your minds?! Are we going to kill each other now?!"
Konoka, after another moment of silence, put a hand on her guardian's arm. "Setchan," the Konoe heiress said. "Listen to Mana. I don't want you to do this..."
"Let me go, Kaede, I'm not gonna hurt her after all," Asuna seethed, shaking the tall kunoichi off. "Not because she doesn't deserve it..."
"It should be said here," Satomi said while Chachamaru shielded her, "that Negi-sensei was never forced to do anything against his will. Every encounter we had had him as a consenting part..."
Ku Fei frowned, only her respect from the gynoid holding her from simply punching Hakase's lights out right then and there. Chao would surely understand. "Negi-bozou is too gullible. That still doesn't convince me."
"Girls, girls, please!" Makie threw her hands up a few times. "You don't have to react like this! Asuna-chan, Setsuna-chan, I thought you didn't even like him that way...!"
"You idiot, what does one thing have to do with the other?!" Asuna snapped at her. "It's a mere matter of general decency! He's still just a kid, for God's sake...!"
"No, he's a man already, and you know it as well as we do," Matoi dared to tell her. "He loves Chisame-sama the way only a man can love, and so-"
"Oh, what have you ever known about love, you just know about obsessions!" Asuna accused her, making the older girl seethe. "Have you all lost your minds?! Rape! What you did is rape, and what he did is betraying the school's trust on him! That's without even going how he broke Misora's heart, and-"
"Wait, now that you mention it," Ako said, looking in all directions. "Where is Misora now?"
Their eyes drifted, soon meeting a long, long trail of scorched grass stretching into the distance.
"Oh dear," Konoka mouthed off quietly, paling.
The walls of the manor grounds were no obstacle when you could just run over them before the alarms could even be triggered. The guard dogs were passed by before they even could get her scent. Any and all other obstacles were just ran through without even noticing.
She had to know. She needed to be sure. Part of her wanted to deny it, to call Chisame and Yuuna liars, but in her heart, Misora had been dreading, and even somewhat expecting, something like this for a long time now.
And now, as she stopped by next to the open window, and heard the lustful moans and groans coming from the inside, that feeling became a certainty, and her heart sank. A morbid urge to fully confirm her misery all but pushed her to glare inside, towards that small world of beings oblivious to her, all too engrossed in their shared passion.
Unholy things were happening on that wide bed. Asakura, Misa and Sakurako were forming a circle at a corner, Misa fingering and licking at Kazumi's privates while Kazumi did the same to Sakurako, and in turn, so did Sakurako to Misa. That, on itself, would have barely fazed Misora since she always had suspected Misa of being willing to hit on anything that moved, and Sakurako was a well known lesbian. But, but what was happening right next to her, oh, that couldn't be overlooked.
Negi and Madoka were completely naked, the boy pinning the girl under him, making love to her in the missionary position, both bathed in sweat and swatting against each other. He had his hands pressed against the mattress as he fucked his student, as if doing pushups on her, and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist, a joyous expression of pure bliss on her face.
"Madoka," he grunted then, and it was his voice, further shattering Misora's last hopes of this being an impostor, a fabrication, anything else but what she was truly seeing. "Madoka, I'm going to, have you already...?"
"Inside, Negi-kun," Madoka urged, kissing him on the shoulder, and hugging his torso, pressing his face between her modest sized teats. "Inside, please!"
Negi hiccuped, and rattled and shook. He closed his eyes, slammed his hips down again, and then arched himself in a paroxism of pleasure, even as Misora pulled back and almost stumbled in horror, covering her mouth not to yell. He relaxed slowly, smiling at Madoka, and she smiled back, caressing his cheek. "Madoka..."
"My sensei..." she cooed, even as a bare foot clumsily whacked her in the face. "Ow! Be careful, Misa, I- Huh?" she looked up, along him, as they noticed the other three girls disentangling themselves from each other and staring wide eyed at the window. "Oh, no."
Negi gasped for an air that had suddenly left him. "M-Misora!"
The short figure standing on the lawn trembled, face red and sweaty, mouth hidden behind two clasping hands. She stared at them with a masque of disgust and disbelief, and then she was gone, in a bolt of raw speed, burning the grass under her again.
Negi raced on knees and hands towards the window, reaching out for someone who wasn't anywhere in sight anymore. "MISORA!"
Misa remained there in a shock of her own until she felt a slight buzzing at the back of her mind. Absently, she outstretched a hand, and her Pactio card flew from her discarded clothes and between her fingers. "Hello?" she asked blandly after touching her forehead with it. "Ah, it's... you. Yeah. Yeah, we've just seen her. No, she just left. What did you idiots do, why didn't you w- Oh. Ohhh, I guess there was no helping it then..." she swallowed.
Negi gave her a despairing look. "What, what happened?! Please tell me, Misa, this isn't-!"
The young woman placed a hand on his shoulder. "Negi-kun, please don't panic," she asked softly. "But there's no easy way to say this. Paru, Honya and Yue have just been kidnapped."
To be Continued.