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Imperial-samaB: Even more in this chapter.
Tyrant Overlord Killidia: Issei needs Crimson Cardinal Promotion or something of that level, while Matsuda and Motohama need to at least Awaken their Devil Fruits. All not to die instantly.
Chapter 11: Motohama's Bizarre Day
Motohama Nakakuni yawned softly as he descended down the stairs. As he sat down at the Dining table to check his phone, he felt a pair of breasts drop over his shoulders.
"Good morning, Coscon(Cosplay Complex)." Motohama's foster big sister sleepily mumbled over him as he looked one more at the message ('What kind of place is {Familiar Forest}?) he'd gotten a while ago.
Akina Orifushi, a Third Year at Kuoh, was a beautiful girl with long purple hair and matching eyes. She had pale white skin, a super model body with near perfectly sized tits and a plump ass. Bust: 95, Waist: 60, Hips: 87.
"Good morning…" Motohama blushed at the contact as she nearly proceeded to fall asleep there again until he got up to guide her to a chair. For some reason, ever since he'd started training with Issei and the others under Zelretch, the women of the Orifushi-Nakakuni Household had lately been a little… touchy despite his dirty rep.
It had been a bit surprising when a lot of erotic chances had started to occur, especially with his {Yuki Yuki no Mi} initially and randomly acting up until he got solid control.
"Don't look at me with that heated stare of yours, nerd." Mafuyu Orifushi's snide words hit Motohama like an invisible arrow. She, a First Year at Kuoh, was a beautiful young girl with blue eyes like her sister, purple hair with red tips and a compact and petite form with medium sized tits as well as a firm, toned ass. Bust: 84, Waist: 59, Hips: 84.
"Now, now. Do behave yourself, Mafuyu." Natsumi Orifushi, matriarch of the household, yelled from the kitchen before coming over to set their plates. She, a Fashion Designer, was a beautiful woman with lustrous, waist length amethyst hair, and a sinfully voluptuous figure.
Natsumi was currently dressed in her usual business suit skirt and pink blouse with her coat hung on a nearby chair. As Motohama came up behind her to reach up for the sugar while a dressed Kalawarner joined the table, he accidentally rubbed his half erect cock against her ass.
"Motohama?" Natsumi gasped as she jerked and pushed back against him.
Motohama struggled to regain his balance before grabbing Natsumi's hips by instinct to straighten up. Natsumi softly gasped as he grinded his cock into her firm butt, causing it to match a steel pipe in an instant.
"Sorry, Natsumi-san. I was just trying to reach for the sugar." Motohama braced for her angry reply.
"You were definitely trying to reach for something, I just wasn't sure what it was. Next time, be sure to you can control yourself better." Natsumi turned towards him slightly and displayed the little grin she sported on the corners of her lips.
"Next time, I will." Motohama replied. 'Now why the hell did I say that?!'
He swiftly returned to his seat and dropped the sugar in front of a bemused Kalawarner. He soon finished breakfast in record time before rushing for the school train, his foster sisters following a while after.
"Kalawarner, right?" Natsumi called as the Fallen Angel came back from her room, dressed as a convenience store part timer. She'd gotten a part time job as soon as she could, unwilling to become a freeloader.
"It was only a few years ago that Motohama came home in bruises and a bright smile on his face." Natsumi spoke while dressing up fully. Kalawarner raised an eyebrow, unsure of where she was going with this until it transitioned to shock with her next words. "However, when he entered my house smelling of snow and dragons, I knew that he had finally entered the Supernatural World."
Kalawarner flinched back in shock as an immense pressure settled on her shoulders. It was different from Issei Hyoudou's Killing Intent. While his from that night at the church was wild and released omnidirectionally, this was completely focused on Kalawarner, causing her shoulders to hunch as she fell to her knees and a darkness to creep into the corners of her vision.
Natsumi chuckled as six pairs of membranous, purple bat-like wings burst forth from her back along with a pair of forward facing horns and a sinuous, barb-tipped tail.
"S-Succubus Queen Lilith?!"
"I was so shocked, you know. When my Moto came home and tried to use hypnotism, on me of all people, to allow you safe entry into my home. Then he gave his virginity to you, nearly causing me to either grab him and ride him into insanity or just violently kill you in sheer frustration. Two years of built up teasing rendered moot! But as his guardian, I must accept his wishes and freedom."
As she spoke, she slowly strode over to the wheezing Kalawarner and wrapped her tail around her neck, easily lifting her to face level. She then stretched out a finger which grew into a claw that slowly slid down her neck to her groin without piercing. However, Kalawarner's shirt and bra were easily cut through without resistance.
"Oh, well. Motohama and his friends are tough ones. It's good for them to grow both spiritually and sexually." Natsumi (a.k.a. Lilith Lilim) chuckled as she released Kalawarner and snapped her fingers, repairing the damaged clothes and ending her paralysis. "However, if anything were to happen to Motohama, and I hear that either you or your Fallen buddies had a hand in it…"
Lilith bent down to gently take Kalawarner's jaw in her clawed hand. "I will ensure that you do not feel pleasure at my hands when you die."
Kalawarner could only gulp weakly at this.
Motohama yawned as he sat through in the train to school, willing his erection to go down already. Unfortunately, he was in a train with quite a few girls which rendered that action moot.
Then the sound of giggling permeated the mostly silent carriage air.
"Whoa, you see that girl's skirt? It's sure seen better days." The speakers were two girls Motohama remembered from the Kendo Club, clearly the bitchy types.
"Ugh, it's frayed and the bottom is worn down to a shine. Firefly butt."
The target in question was a middle school girl who blushed in mortification and embarrassment.
"Way to rock that second-hand uniform, girl!"
"You get your bag at the thrift shop, too?!"
"Stop talking already, you bitches."
The insults halted and everyone turned to face Motohama's pissed off expression. "I've had a horrible headache all morning and I don't need your bitchy voices making it worse."
"Hah? What makes you think we have to listen to a scumbag like you, Perverted Glasses?!"
Motohama simply smiled back before making a show of stretching his legs before violently stomping it against the nearby pole. Motohama was well aware that he was the physically weakest of the Red Dragon's Horde, but thanks to Zelretch's training, he was at least strong enough to utterly cave in the pole's linear shape and nearly rip it off without even needing any enhancement or Haki.
Motohama sat back then smiled peacefully at the stunned girls who quickly got up to leave the carriage. When he turned back to see the stunned girl staring back in wonder, he raised a finger to his lips. "If a pretty girl like you wants to repay me, you didn't see me or anyone just wreck public property."
The girl blushed heavily and nodded. "It was like that when I got here!"
With a tip of his head, he left the carriage in the opposite direction of the Kendo girls. Later, a brown haired girl followed him.
Aika Kiryuu nudged her way through the crowded train, doing her best not to let her annoyance drown her excitement. It was a rare day in which a member of the Perverted Quartet would publicly put aside their perversion to freely help out a girl. Especially against girls they'd peeked on before for a total stranger.
The fact that it was Motohama of all people was elating. Aika had always considered the boy to be a point of interest, especially with his analytical skills and perversion matching hers.
She was coming close to her objective, but a sudden bump knocked an overweight man against her from behind. Her body was thrown off-balance by his bulk, and she stumbled forward until she hit something solid.
The solid thing she'd hit was another person, a person who had apparently had the same idea as her and was leaning his back against the wall behind him. She muttered an apology as looked up from his chest and into his face, and she had to stifle a gasp when she got a good look at him.
Underneath a mop of shaggy brown hair that she immediately wanted to ruffle and muss with her hands, the surprisingly 'solid' Motohama stared down at Aika in confusion.
"Aika? What's with the new look?" Motohama questioned. Today, Aika hadn't worn her usual braid hairstyle, opting for an experimental wavy low ponytail.
"I was just experimenting today." Aika cleared her throat and mentally shook herself, disappointed with herself for becoming so easily distracted by his new measurements. It seemed that his penis had grown in some inches in a short while, meaning that the pervert in front of her had gotten lucky and laid.
Suddenly, the train somehow got even more crowded as more passengers slid in, and she couldn't step back. She was pushed right up against him, their chests in intimate contact as she wedged him right up against the wall.
"Sorry." Aika whispered. She didn't need to do any more than that for him to hear her because their bodies were flush against each other, and her mouth was very close to his ear. It wasn't either of their faults, obviously, but she was still invading his personal space.
She usually preferred to do that deliberately.
"It's fine." Motohama whispered back. "As long you don't blame me for popping a boner with you so close."
Aika grinned, and very nearly giggled. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Mr Good Samaritan. I guess you can't stop being a pervert off school property."
They stood in comfortable silence for a few minutes, or as comfortable as it could reasonably be considering the complete lack of personal space or room to move. Aika briefly wondered if a molester would be taking advantage of this on any hapless girl in here.
Despite herself, Aika sighed hotly as she felt her nipples stiffening inside of her bra.
Motohama shifted his hips to the side as best he could, which was not much at all given how cramped together they were.
Aika cocked her head at him, curious at what he was trying to accomplish, but it became crystal clear moments later when she felt something stiff poking against her belly. He was hard inside of his pants. Hard for her, hard because he could feel her body pressed against him.
As she looked up to his face, Motohama blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry."
"It's fine, Motohama-kun. I did practically dare you to do it." Aika whispered back. She wasn't upset. Truth be told, she was flattered. Flattered, and excited. He was feeling it too then. It wasn't just her who was being affected by the situation. The erection poking against her belly was proof enough of that.
With a teasing smile, Aika adjusted her body, pushing up on her toes slightly so she could trap his cock between her thighs. Motohama looked at her in alarm, but she only grinned at him and began to wiggle her hips slightly.
It was subtle enough that someone watching would probably assume she was just trying to get into a more comfortable position on the cramped train, but he could definitely appreciate the friction of her bare legs rubbing against his cock even through the school uniform that was in the way. He watched her with wide, shocked eyes, but he didn't dare push her away. She doubted he wanted to, regardless of the situation.
Aika smirked at how obviously her rubbing was affecting him. She watched him nibble his lower lip between his teeth, trying to stop himself from groaning or reacting. This was fun!
She watched the pervert closely, wanting to see what if anything he might do in response to her bold action. What she was doing was risky enough; would he do anything to increase the risk even further? She couldn't decide whether she hoped for or dreaded for him to do something.
Finally, he did act. Motohama pulled her body even closer to his, something she hadn't even thought possible. His arms wrapped around her body and he turned them around, flipping their positions so now it was her back against the wall and his body trapping her. He pressed his head against the wall so his mouth was right next to her ear.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered into her ear. Aika shivered at his cold breath against her ear, unsure whether he was intentionally trying to turn her on or if it was purely coincidental.
"I'm having fun." She answered. "Or I was, until you spoiled it."
His eyes narrowed, and she gasped in surprise as he suddenly spun her around so her face pressed against the wall and her back was to him. She didn't know if he'd initially changed their positions and pinned her against the wall in order to make her stop, but if he had, he had definitely moved away from that idea now. The rubbing didn't stop. All that changed was that he was now the one doing it.
Motohama couldn't thrust his hips hard, of course. Aside from it being a dead giveaway that would get them caught for sure, he simply didn't have the room to pull it off. But he worked with what he had and made it count. His cock pressed against her ass through his pants and her skirt, and he rubbed it against her and moved his hips from side to side.
She would have loved it if he had been able to hump her more actively, but this still felt pretty damn good as far as she was concerned. Any movement of that cock against her ass was plenty enticing no matter how slight the physical pressure was. And doing it all on this train that was crowded to capacity only made it hotter for her.
Aika had always been bold and willing to admit her perversion with a smile on her face while her fellow classmates pretended they didn't have any. It was honestly exciting and relieving for her, that Motohama and his friends existed. It was like an adrenaline rush that brought out the most depraved in her in her, whenever she encountered them. And now, she was acting out a fantasy with and losing her virginity to who was possibly her best choice for it.
Aika reached behind her, fumbling between their bodies, reaching underneath her thankfully short skirt and tugging her panties to the side. She was trusting that their bodies were pressed so tightly together that no one around them could see what she was doing distinctly, but she knew that Motohama could. There was no way he missed what she'd done, and no way had he failed to understand what she was trying to signal. He leaned his head in close to her ear again.
"You're sure?" He whispered. She answered by wiggling her hips from side to side, rubbing her ass against him. That was all the answer he needed. The sound of the zipper to his pants being pulled down wasn't actually all that loud, but to her ears it sounded almost ear-piercing. Maybe that was just because of what it represented and how much she wanted it.
Aika couldn't look behind her to see exactly what he was doing, but she assumed the rustling she could hear was him freeing his cock from his underwear. And then she felt it. He carefully lifted her skirt just far enough so it was out of his way, and then his cock was pressing against her vulva. She bit her lip and held her breath, waiting for the inevitable penetration.
His very warm cock slid into her slowly, and it was a struggle for her not to moan at the feeling. It was at this moment that Aika knew that she could never return to her dildo again. What she would give for him to truly be able to fuck her, to bend her over and slam that big dick into her! She'd been wet and ready for him, and that was before he brushed against her G-spot on the way in. Fuck thrusting hard and deep; if he could just keep brushing against her like that, that's all she was going to need!
Aika wasn't going to leave this all up to him though. Even in this position, pinned tight between the wall of the train and her new lover's cock and unable to move her body much for fear of discovery, she still had some tricks up her sleeve. She had done plenty of kegel exercises in her free time and was more than happy to put her training to good use here.
Aika exercised her control over her body to essentially jerk his cock with her pussy, giving Motohama far more pleasure than should have realistically been possible under the circumstances. She heard him cough into his hand and it made her smile. It went without saying that that had been a hasty effort to cover up his genuine reaction to how good her pussy felt.
"Be prepared to cover your mouth." Motohama whispered to her.
That confused her; why did he feel the need to issue a warning like that? Sure, his cock felt damn good inside of her, but what was he planning that he thought might surprise her and force a reaction from her unwilling lips? He couldn't be thinking of giving her a legitimately rough and deep thrust, could he?
No, as it turned out, he was not. But he was right to give her his warning, because what he did do was no less surprising and felt at least as incredible as even the roughest fuck could have. First, he slowly pulled his cock back until he was brushing against her G-spot again, showing an uncanny ability to zero in on that spot. That alone would have earned him plenty of praise in her book, but what he did next blew her away.
His cock, while still pressing against her G-spot, began to fill her with a bracing sensation, chilling her in ways that made the lining of her warm pussy clench around his cock in confusion. He was right; she had to slap her hand over her mouth in a hurry to prevent herself from moaning loudly in surprise.
At first, she convinced herself that this was just her own overactive imagination filling her with a phantom sensation, trying to compensate for the lack of movement so she enjoyed her first fuck as much as she possibly could. But when the cold did not go away, she was forced to admit that this was no erotic daydream.
He was, in fact, cooling his cock inside of her, right against her G-spot. She didn't understand how that was possible, how he could make his very real flesh and blood dick change temperature inside of her but it was definitely happening.
This wasn't all in her head; it was real. The intense, almost explosive pleasure she was feeling was proof enough of that. How was it possible? She didn't know.
It was…it was magic.
"I told you." Motohama whispered. She couldn't see his face, but she could still easily envision the smirk on his face. He had warned her, and she'd underestimated him. She wouldn't do that again.
She hadn't expected much from the physical side of this, due to the various limitations placed on them. She had been counting on the spontaneity and the risk factor, the rush of potentially being caught to carry the day and make up for whatever they had to sacrifice in terms of movement. That excitement was still there, but she needn't have worried about losing anything on the physical side.
As much as she loved feeling a big cock slamming in and out of her hard and deep, and wanted a strong male moving his body against hers fast enough to make his hips slap against her ass, Motohama was introducing her to something new and something that might very well have been better.
His cock pressing against her G-spot and cooling like a phallus-shaped icicle was threatening to make her legs give out. She wished she could grab onto something to ensure her balance but the wall was no help there. Besides, she probably needed one hand over her mouth just in case this all became too much for her and she let him, and the rest of the passengers on board the train, know just how much she was enjoying this seemingly impossible trick he was pulling off.
Aika was threatening to be overwhelmed, but she wasn't going to give up. She kept up with her squeezing as best she could; hoping her kegel exercises would be enough help her keep up or at least bring him some pleasure too.
Motohama smirked as his cock went back to normal instantly with no gradual change, the rapid temperature change causing Aika to envision it about to fill her with molten seed. Her legs were shaking and it was all she could do not to scream, cry out and alert the entire train that the two teenagers against the wall were up to something very naughty.
She couldn't even think about trying to drag this out; she didn't have that kind of power over her body right now, or that level of control over what was happening. She might have started this when she decided to be daring and deliberately rubbed his erection between her legs, but the moment he'd spun her around and begun to hump her, this had become his show.
Aika knew she was headed for a memorable climax, but she could not have predicted just how massive it was actually going to be. Simply keeping her hand clasped over her mouth wasn't enough anymore. She had to actually stuff her hand inside of her mouth and bite down to make sure she didn't scream out loud. Her body shook, and she might very well have collapsed if Motohama hadn't been there to press her flush against the wall and basically sandwich her between the cool metal and his warm, hard body.
Aika miraculously managed to stay quiet, but she was screaming in ecstasy inside her head. Her body was singing in a way it never had before, in a way she wouldn't have even believed was possible if she wasn't experiencing it for herself right at that moment.
She'd impulsively started playing with him, not knowing where it would take her, and where it had taken her was the greatest sexual high of her entire life.
It was a good thing she'd already shoved her fist into her mouth to silence herself, because Motohama came inside of her suddenly and without warning, and she knew she wouldn't have had time to stifle her shocked cry otherwise.
They hadn't discussed where he would cum, and how could they? They certainly hadn't discussed suddenly having sex here and then! He didn't know that she was on birth control and it was fine for him to cum inside of her without any risk. She wasn't angry at his presumption though.
First of all, aside from the lack of risk she faced, there was no other option. What else was he going to do? If he pulled his cock out of her and came literally anywhere else, there was no doubt that someone on the crowded train would see or at least smell the evidence of their insane public tryst.
There was another reason she was happy he'd cum inside of her though, a different and far less practical reason. There simply wasn't any better way she could think of for this encounter to end. A perverted virgin like her being pinned against the wall of a train by a fellow pervert she knew, having him lift her skirt up and fuck her while they were surrounded by bodies on every side, was the wildest thing she'd ever done in her life sexually.
How else could it end other than him giving her a creampie? It was like every porno, every hentai she'd watched come to life.
Her fist was still in her mouth even after he'd slowly pulled his cock out of her, tucked it away and zipped himself back up as quietly and carefully as he could. She finally slid her panties back into place and smoothed her skirt out. The moment was over, and she shook her head in amazement. Had that really just happened?
The train stopped, and the designated stop was called out over the speaker. With a start, Aika realized it was their stop. They hadn't finished a minute too soon! She wasn't sure what she would have done if she'd still be on the cusp of her climax when they reached this stop. Thankfully they'd made it just in time, and they could leave with no regrets.
"We should go." Aika said, clearing her throat and turning around so she was facing him again. Motohama looked stunned, as if he couldn't quite believe what they'd just done either. Maybe this sort of thing was just as out of character for him as it had been for her. It took a few seconds for her words to register, and when they did he shook his head as if to clear it and took a hasty step back.
"Right! Right, sorry, let me just get out of your way." He said. It was both funny and cute to hear him sounding so flustered after he'd just finished fucking her and cumming inside of her. Several more students were getting off at the same time so he had to move to the side to clear a path. As they were about to leave, he brought his lips to her ear. "Let's continue this at break. Where we first met in the library."
Blushing wildly at the thought of more sex later, she stepped around him and allowed him to get off, and then saw Murayama Ishihara staring straight at her and rubbing her thighs together.
The Kendo Club Captain's cute face was flushed, and she looked away as soon as Aika met her eyes. A quick mental calculation led her to the conclusion that if anyone on the train would have had a good enough angle to see what she and Motohama had gotten up to, it would have been her, assuming she'd been standing in that same spot the whole time.
The possibility made Aika blush, but it made her smile too. Part of the thrill of public sex was that risk of being caught. If this cute twintailed girl had seen them as Aika now expected she had, she was glad she and Motohama had put on enough of a show to leave her so flustered and aroused that she couldn't rebuke the boy at all.
It was a memory Murayama would never forget, and Aika knew she sure as hell wouldn't be forgetting it either.
Grinning widely, she stalked over to the girl and wrapped an arm around her neck. "Well then, I guess I owe you one for not spoiling my little tryst."
"W-W-W-W-Why would you two do that here?!" Murayama harshly whispered back as they walked to the school. "I knew you were both perverts but t-that was-"
"Completely consensual and great!" Aika cut her off with a cheeky grin. With the same impulsiveness that had been guiding her thus far today and had served her so well, Aika continued. "Maybe I'll invite you to another one if you're lucky."
Murayama sputtered greatly as Aika left her behind to greet (and grope) Asia Argento a good morning.
Later after school, Motohama sighed lazily as they waited for the portal to activate. Issei had gone with the Fallen Angels to train them at the Strong World Islands. Something about not wanting them too weak. Matsuda had gone to pick up some clothes that the three boys had designed and commissioned for. Now, it was just him, Asia, Tomoki Sakurai and Sohara Mitsuki present.
Rias and her Peerage had earlier introduced them to familiars in hopes of getting some for them. When Issei had refused and was asked why, he'd responded, "That's what I have Raynare for."
Motohama and Matsuda Takumi had replied in similar tones, leaving just Asia and the juniors interested. Naturally, as it involved a visit to an alternate world, Motohama would be coming along himself.
Finally enough, they arrived with the Student Council.
"W-Where are we?" Sohara muttered into the dark forest they arrived in.
"A forest inhabited by familiars." Tsubaki Shinra answered.
"This is where we all came to receive our familiars, too!" Tomoe Meguri added hyperactively.
"It sure does look like a place where anything might pop out." Motohama observed before his Observation Haki pinged and dragged his attention upwards.
"Gotta catch 'em all!" A man high up in a tree yelled down at the teenagers below. "I am the Familiar Master, Zatouji!"
"There he is." Sona Sitri introduced. "This man will be aiding you tonight, Saji-kun. You three as well should follow."
"Am I the only one who's gonna point out that Pokémon reference?" Genshirou Saji had to air that out.
"Tonight's perfect for getting familiars." Zatouji breathed in deeply before thumbing his chest in a confident manner. "Stick with me and on this day, any familiar you want is for the getting!"
"He is a professional when it comes to familiars." Tsubaki mentioned to Genshirou. "Don't be deceived by his looks or personality."
"So then, what kind of familiar do you desire?" Zatouji jumped down to ground level, cracking the earth on impact. "A Strength type? A Speed type? Perhaps a Poison type?"
"More Pokémon references…" Genshirou muttered.
"Yes indeed…" Tomoki raised his hand cheerfully. "Do you have a cutie type? Or a girly type?"
"Tch, tch, tch. This is why amateurs are so hopeless." Zatouji wagged his finger in disapproval. "Familiars are for augmenting your attributes to a greater potential!"
"Um, I would like a cute familiar, too." Asia shyly uttered.
"Oh, all right!" Zatouji instantly agreed, ignoring the boys' yell of """YOU HYPOCRITE!""".
They went through a couple of them, including an Undine which contrary to Motohama, Tomoki and Genshirou's beliefs, was an extremely buff female who made Tomoki cry tears of blood at the sight.
"Hold up." At Zatouji's command, the group stopped to see what had caused it only to see a purple dragon the size of a rabbit up in the tree.
"A-A dragon?" Genshirou stuttered in surprise before looking at his hand.
"Sprite Dragon." Zatouji explained in a factual manner. "A subspecies of the race which uses lightning."
"That's a pretty high class, huh?" Tsubasa Yura said with a fist on her hip.
"This is the first time I've seen one." Reya Kusaka agreed.
"If you're gonna get it, do it now." Zatouji warned. "You can't get an unaligned dragon to pledge it's loyalty once they've matured."
"Saji-kun." Sona spoke to get Genshirou's attention. "You have the power of the Black Dragon King, so you should be fairly compatible."
"That makes sense." Genshirou pointed his left fist at the creature. "Alright! Sprite Dragon, I choose you!"
Something came down, but it wasn't the Sprite Dragon. The girls screamed as an aquamarine, gelatinous blob descended on them suddenly.
""I-I-Is that the legendary slime?!"" Motohama and Tomoki yelled in unison.
"Our clothes!" Momo Hanakai yelped as the slime started to eat through their fabric at a rapid rate.
"What a fantastic development!" Motohama and Tomoki sobbed while Genshirou was paralyzed with a heavy blush at the sight before him. "Slimes haven't betrayed our dreams like the Undine did!"
As Sohara karate chopped Tomoki to the ground, Ruruko Nimura stomped Motohama's face and dispersed it into snow. "Don't look at us, perv!"
"I-I-Impossible. Striped stockings and panties." Motohama mumbled as his head reformed. "I will forever treasure this sights in my memories!"
"I can't even use my magic like this." Sona moaned from where she was restrained. Her bra was already starting to be eaten as well which very well gained Genshirou's attention.
"This is a basic slime that feeds on fabric as it's primary diet." Zatouji spoke. A bit of slime covered his eyes but his nosebleed showed that he had seen enough. "At it's current level, it can't do much besides dissolving women's clothes."
"""Really?!"""
There was a sudden explosion of power from the boys, gaining everyone's attention. Even the slime had stopped feeding under the heavy pressure in the air.
"Oi. You guys can buzz off. The slime's mine." The ground and plants near Motohama started to frost over with how low the temperature plummeted around him.
"Hah?! You crack me up, Motohama-senpai." The ground around Tomoki started to crack and float upwards in chunks as green electricity and red flames sparked off {Last Longinus}.
"The both of you can fuck off! This was my Familiar choosing anyway!" Black flames erupted around Genshirou as shadows loomed around him.
"S-S-Saji-kun! A familiar is important for a Devil!" Sona shuddered as she was just left in her underwear now. The slime had started feeding again as soon as it was assured that it wasn't the target of the surrounding Killing Intent. "Think hard on this- Ah~!"
Sona's words cut off as a tendril worked it's way into her panties.
"I've seriously thought on it!" Genshirou cried tears of jealousy at the sight. "I'm taking it!"
"G-Gen-chan-" Momo mumbled but was cut off as two tendrils worked their way up her legs and into her skirt.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sona ripped herself out of her bonds and blasted a huge surge of water that washed them all away, easily ripping the slime off.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Motohama and Tomoki moved swiftly to try and retrieve some as they washed away to no avail. Genshirou sighed in disappointment until he noticed a tiny piece stuck on his pants. "Hurry, Tomoki! We must save Suu-chan!"
'I've heard that Slimes can regenerate from the smallest of pieces.' With that thought, Genshirou surreptitiously hid Suu in his pants.
"They already gave it a name…" Tomoe muttered as she and the others repaired their clothes.
"If Gen-chan wanted an excuse to watch a girl's clothes disappear, he could have…" Reya mumbled as she restored Asia and Sohara's clothes as well.
Hearing a flutter of wings, Asia felt a weight on her shoulder which caused her to realize that the Sprite Dragon had chosen her for it's master.
"Aha! The pretty girl got chosen by the Sprite Dragon!" Zatouji clapped as if his one goal had been accomplished.
That hypocritical bastard.
"Get up, already." Sohara dragged up a still mourning Motohama and Tomoki while Genshirou grovelled in apology to his Peerage.
After Asia finished the Familiar Pact and named Rassei, the group prepared to head out again for Genshirou's Familiar.
"Motohama-senpai!" At his answering hum, Tomoki continued. "When we clashed against each other, I saw a weird scar on your stomach. Where'd you get that?"
"Oh?" Motohama lifted up his shirt to display the scar in question. Everyone gaped at the gnarled, diagonal line of scarred tissue, two or three inches long just above his belly button. There was a smaller but matching scar on his back, easily signifying that whatever that had hurt him had gone all the way through his body.
"I got this from a car crash 2 years ago." Motohama explained as he dropped back his shirt. "I was with my parents when some drunk asshole rammed our car off-road and off a cliff. I survived with this and… my parents didn't. They didn't have any next-of-kin but luckily, he woman who saved me was willing to adopt me as well."
"I'm so sorry, senpai…" Tomoki muttered regretfully into a long beat of silence. None of them had expected the happy-go-lucky pervert to have such a painful chapter in his life. Sona herself made sure to look up the killer's identity later.
"It's fine, Tomoki." Motohama waved the worry away. "I wouldn't have shown you if I wasn't over it already."
"Hey, Nakakuni-san…" Tomoe began tapping a finger to her chin thoughtfully. "How did you end up becoming such a huge pervert anyway?"
"Well…" Motohama started unsurely. "It goes pretty far back…"
"We have time." Genshirou shot a smirk at the curious expressions their First Years and Asia wore. "And I think it's safe to say that this is a tale we all want to hear."
"When I was a kid, I didn't have any friends." Motohama began, his eyes going unfocused as he remembered memories that he hadn't brought up in a while. "I was just this weird kid who couldn't see well, was too smart for his own good and liked to draw girls in different clothes. Of course, with such a combo, I got bullied. A lot."
"Oh." No one knew who said it but that was the most any one of them could have expressed at that moment. Even Zatouji had nothing positive to add.
"As I then entered teenagerhood, my interest in girls and clothing naturally grew in a perverted direction thanks to puberty. And with my parents dying, I withdrew from everyone even further. The bullying got worse. As well as the social ostracisation. It got bad enough that a group of guys could beat me up and a girl would sit nearby and eat her lunch unbothered. As if it were a bug being repeatedly stepped on instead of a human being."
*KRACKAKRUNCH!*
Everyone turned sharply to see that Genshirou had squeezed a nearby tree hard enough to crunch it in half. His right hand, which had done the crunching, was now covered in a black draconic gauntlet with bladed fingers. "Don't mind me. Continue."
"And then I met Issei." Motohama broke out into a wide happy smile. "I had just drawn a sexy waitress costume on Magical Girl Momo, when this bastard comes out of nowhere, snatches it out of my hand and waves it around trying draw everyone's attention to it to humiliate me. We were in different classes at the time but Issei stomped in immediately."
"Um, don't you mean 'step in'?" Tsubaki questioned.
"No, I mean he 'stomped in', as in 'took a running jump to double kick the bastard's face'. And then he turned to me."
"Nakakuni, right?" Issei Hyoudou asked as he faced the groaning bastard's friends which were starting to surround them in the school yard. "I'll deal with these guys so go get your drawing back."
"Eh?! I can't!" Motohama whimpered. "I'll get beat up!"
"So? Do you want your drawing to get ripped up?" Issei asked. "Nakakuni, you like to draw and admire girls' bodies, right?"
"W-Well, yeah-"
"Then there's no need for hesitation." Issei took a punch to the face and punched back even more viciously, sending his attacker down. This caused his fellow stooges to run away. "There's a guy who just tried to harass you for liking something he didn't. And now, he's getting up to rip that drawing of yours."
"…I worked so hard on that drawing." Motohama spoke quietly as he watched the bully crunch it up. "But he'll beat me down."
"Of course, he will." Issei was a blunt guy by nature. "But why do you believe that you can't repay the favor?"
"He's twice my size!"
"So? He ruined your drawing not because you're a pervert, but because he's an asshole who'd still find another target if you weren't here. Why must his opinion matter? Simple, it doesn't. There will always be people trying to put you down for whatever reasons. But they don't matter. All you have to do is like whatever you like and hate whatever you hate."
"…I hate that guy."
"Then do something about it, regardless of whatever happens, at least react to it now rather than regret doing nothing later."
"Are you two perverts done confessing to each other?" The bully taunted.
"No, we're gonna kick your-" Issei stopped as Motohama stepped forward.
"I'm gonna break your nose for my drawing, bastard."
The ensuring fight woul lead to Motohama having two black eyes, three broken ribs and a cracked pair of glasses. But even so as he and Issei fervorously argued about whether a cat girl was sexier than a bunny girl, Motohama had smiled brightly afterwards for years to come.
"And that's how I became the second member of the Perverted Quartet." Motohama finished. "Sure, I've got a bad rep but that doesn't matter since I was alone even with a good one. Now even if almost every girl in school hates me, I have loyal friends all in the Cooking Club and that's enough for me."
There was silence for a few moments as everyone processed the snowy pervert's rather sad past. It did explain a lot, though.
"Moto-san!" Asia wailed as she burst into tears and slammed into Motohama's waist. "I'll always be your friend!"
Her words were blurry due to the copious amount of crying she was giving off but Motohama simply hugged her back. In an instant, Tomoki and Sohara joined the hug. Then Genshirou and surprisingly, Zatouji, all wailing as well.
Sona and the rest of her Peerage still looked genuinely sympathetic even though they controlled themselves better. Motohama's story had hammered the fact deep that one couldn't judge by appearance alone.
"Ah, on that note." Motohama turned to Tomoki. "A while ago, your aura had a little bit of Ddraig's fire in it, how?"
"Ah? Oh, right!" Tomoki disengaged from the group hug and summoned {Last Longinus}. The Sona Sitri Peerage got a good look at it for the first time. "A while ago, Ise-senpai fed some of his fire into it!"
{Last Longinus} changed to become a shield which resembled Ddraig's face a bit and caused the temperature to rise around him a bit. "I can even {Boost} a bit with-"
A roar shook the forest suddenly with great intensity, sending the familiars in the area into a blind panic as a crushing presence slammed down.
"DDDDDDDDDDRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGG!"
As Issei watched Raynare, Kalawarner and Mittelt fight for their lives against a Terror Guma in the Summer Island of Strong World when suddenly-
[OH NO!]
"Wha- What's wrong?!"
[Sorry, I- I just felt like… The urge to scream in mortal terror just suddenly overcame me a bit.]
Motohama shuddered as a monster started to rampage in the Familiar Forest. Even with just his primal instinct as a human, Motohama could tell that it was a predator, an existence so powerful that it's mere presence literally darkened the sky and chilled the air.
Ever since he'd eaten the {Yuki Yuki no Mi}, Motohama had never felt cold against anything until suddenly… he shivered.
Looking over to Sona and her group, they were just as affected, with Genshirou in an arguing match with a weird looking gauntlet on his left hand. The look on Sona's face easily conveyed that this was an enemy beyond all their leagues.
Motohama stole a glance at his group's expressions to see matching faces of terror. Asia had fallen to her knees, hands shaking as they clasped together in prayer. Tomoki, having seemed to realize that the monster had reacted to his {Welsh Dragon Shield} had taken a defensive stance in front of their group. Sohara had fallen into a fetal position, hands over her ears as she shivered.
"W-We must leave!" Zatouji yelled to gain their attention. Especially as he spoke with utmost seriousness. "The Chaos Karma Dragon is on another rampage again! If you don't leave, you will all die here!"
A massive shape crashed down nearby, briefly obscuring it's form from view with a large dust cloud. When it cleared, it revealed a titanic western Dragon with celestial blue scales and silver spikes.
Motohama dully remembered how long it took to create a portal between their school and here. He breathed in… then slapped his cheeks! "Shitori-kaichou! How long will it take to create a portal from here to Kuoh?!"
Sona blinked at the sudden authority in his voice. "10 minutes, minimum!"
Motohama inhaled deeply and then roared out. "Get ready for battle!"
At the gathered attention, he continued. "In light of Ise's absence, I will take command for the {Red Dragon's Horde}! Asia, stay behind out of the danger! Tomoki! Sohara! With me! We must hold out and distract that Dragon until the 10 minutes are up!"
"U-Understood!" They replied, snapping out of it to take their positions.
"I'm coming, too!" Genshirou yelled out, his left forearm raised to display his Sacred Gear. The rest of his Peerage behind him muttered their agreement sans Sona, Momo and Reya who concentrated on their portal. "Whatever time you guys can buy, lets add on to it!"
"Let's go then!" Motohama yelled with all of them rushing forward into battle!
Tsubaki and Tomoe rushed forward with their naginata and katana respectively, slashing at Tiamat's unguarded forearm, but…
"It's no good!" Tomoe shrieked as she and Tsubaki's weapons had cracked on impact against Tiamat's scales. "Our attacks didn't affect it at all!"
Tiamat raised her attacked forearm before suddenly cleaving forward with it. There had been little force in it, like slapping a roach off a table. Even so, Tiamat's strength and claws ripped through the earth, sending entire trees and several unlucky familiars flying into the air.
Luckily, it narrowly missed the two as Sohara fired her Wing Missiles at it and knocked it off course. Tiamat growled and tried to swat her out of the sky but was blocked by Motohama who flew close to her face and blasted a huge amount of snow into her face.
He wasn't done yet as he landed on Tiamat's back and created a large amount of snow, molding it to become an elephant sized copy of Star Platinum! "Do the thing, {Snow Platinum}!"
"[ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!]"
{Snow Platinum} unleashed a barrage of Hardened punches which nearly broke the sound barrier unto the Dragon Queen's back which actually seemed to do some damage as the dragon ignored Genshirou wrapping a line around her neck to snap at Motohama.
It continued on as that every fighter did their best to battle Tiamat but were constantly rebuffed. The only reason they lasted longer was because of Asia healing their wounded.
Just as Tsubasa and Ruruko (Promoted {Pawn} to {Rook}) managed to land a heavy blow on Tiamat's left hind leg that a surge of power was felt.
"Get clear!" Everyone turned to witness Tsubaki, Momo and Reya with gigantic magic glyphs in front of them, charged up to fire.
"""[Combo Spell: Soaring Pyrobolt!]"""
The {Queen} and the two {Bishops} each shot a gigantic blast of fire, lightning and wind respectively. The spells combined into an intense blast which crashed into Tiamat's upper body, which sent her back a step.
For a brief moment, everyone gaped at the swaying form of Tiamat before the Dragon suddenly raised her arms and smashed them down into the ground.
The earth cracked, then broke, then erupted, sending everything near her upwards into the air. The Devils may have had wings but Motohama and Tomoki had to be saved by Genshirou and Sohara respectively.
A great beat resounded through the area as Tiamat unfurled her massive wings and took to the air.
"…of course, it flies." Genshirou muttered as he and Motohama landed.
The Blue Dragon Queen started to inhale, creating a massive influx of magical power in her throat.
"Breath Attack!" Genshirou roared to the others.
"[You will not have a chance to dodge, Genshirou!]" A draconic voice screamed from his Sacred Gear. "[Put everything you have together on defense!]"
Tomoki was already on it, rushing forward as he slammed a large crystal shield into the ground.
"[Emerald Rampart!]"
A gigantic emerald wall erupted in front of him and the group, with it being Hardened as well as fortified by the Devil's spells. Motohama rushed to the front of the {Emerald Rampart} to create a Hardened wall of snow.
Then the Dragon Queen of Chaos roared as she breathed out, nearly blinding and deafening Motohama with the absolutely overwhelming ray of cold energy that burst forth from her jaws, freezing and shattering everything before slamming into Motohama's shield. No matter what, his current abilities weren't able to overcome this moment. He wouldn't be able to absorb or deflect this attack but he had to try!
Any moment now, the Dragon would break through his attack and he would die! It was truly a 'Do or Die' moment!
Shit.
Shit!
SHIT!
SSHIIIIIIIIT!
They were all going to die.
He was going to die.
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Huh…
Motohama blinked as the world seemed to go silent.
'This is strange.' Motohama mused. 'Here I am facing certain death and it felt… underwhelming. I'm still scared of getting hurt and dying but now…'
Motohama took a deep breath, savoring the crisp air his snow and Tiamat's ice produced. He had read about this before, when a soldier mentioned breaking under the stress or feeling some sort of fatalistic lightheadedness, like nothing else mattered in the world except the moment.
Motohama took a deep breath, snow randomly coming into existence around him as he felt his very core hum in euphoria.
"Nakakuni-senpai?"
Motohama didn't answer Sohara's call, choosing to leap up to Tiamat's face in an instant, using his snow to give him a recoil boost.
With a roar, Motohama cocked his fist and punched, causing his clubmates to gasp as a gigantic Hardened fist of snow manifested to blow Tiamat's head backwards.
Tiamat reared her head back, prepping for another roar. Motohama landed on the ground and thrusted his palms out.
"[Blizzard Prismatic Drill!]"
A gigantic Snow Prism in the form of a drill manifested in the air to spin and disperse the Breath Attack until it slammed into her throat. As she choked, Motohama clapped his hands and spread them out, causing a miniature snowstorm to be formed until it formed into a Tiamat-sized {Snow Platinum}.
"[ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!]"
The others gaped as gigantic Hardened fists the size of tanks rained down on Tiamat's form, utterly removing her ability to retaliate until a final punch sent Tiamat flying away to slam into a mountain.
"Senpai's winning!" Tomoki and Sohara cheered as their shields came down. The Devils however stared in jaw dropping shock. They knew from Rias that they had defeated Fallen Angels without assistance but this was a whole other deal!
"[Be prepared, Genshirou.]" Vritra warned.
"Eh?" Genshirou replied in shock to his Dragon. "What do you mean, Vritra?!"
"Whew!" Zatouji exclaimed in relief. "I didn't think we could survive another of Tiamat's rampage."
"Speaking of that!" Sona rounded on Zatouji, still somewhat focused on creating the portal. "What is Tiamat doing here?!"
Zatouji shrugged. "She just arrived one day and took over the joint. She's practically the Alpha here. Plus, she kinda constitutes as a super High-Level Familiar which is how she got in here anyways."
Sona groaned even as Tsubaki placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Let's just hope she goes back to sleep in exhaustion. She's never sleepwalked this long before."
Silence.
That was the only way to describe the utter existence of whatever passed through everyone's mind right now.
"S-Sleepwalking?" Asia trembled.
It was like a dam giving in to pressure, panic bursting anew as Zatouji confirmed yes, the Dragon Queen they had all been fighting had actually been sleepwalking through the whole thing.
"W-We gotta warn Nakakuni!" Genshirou yelled out.
Tiamat groaned as she slammed down before blearily blinking and bursting into a huge blast of snow and ice.
Motohama blinked as he landed, watching the snowy cloud clear away to reveal a beautiful woman with straight long pale blue hair, dark blue hair and a slender, well endowed body dressed in ancient Mesopotamian wear. Bust: 105, Waist: 62, Hips: 91.
Motohama shook his head not to get distracted. He then roared as he charged forward, ignoring the blackness creeping at the edges of his vision and slammed a gigantic Hardened jackhammer into her.
"Take this!" The {Blizzard Jackhammer} pumped, creating a shockwave that blew away everything… except the very awake Dragon Queen in front of him. The worst damage he did… was to the ground which cracked beneath her feet.
"[OH MY GREAT RED!]"
"Ddraig! What's wrong? Something's been up with you all afternoon!"
"[I… I don't know why but… NIGERUNDAYO!]"
"What's the big idea? Who the hell are you?" Tiamat's voice was like a blend of sultry soft snow and deep gravelling ice. As Motohama began to sweat and was paralyzed by her ginormous and still rising Killing Intent, she raised her finger to his chest. "You think to attack me with snow of all things? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!"
She one-inch punched Motohama's midsection, bypassing his Logia invulnerability, breaking several ribs and sending him flying all the way back to his group miles away.
Genshirou grunted as Motohama slammed into a hastily formed net of {Absorption Line}. "Kaichou! Now!"
The Sitri Teleportation Glyph activated, instantly sending them away as Tiamat landed where they were. She looked at where Motohama had laid, before raising an eyebrow at the trembling Zatouji. "You have my permission to run away."
As the relieved Familiar Master put a lot of distance between them, the Chaos Karma Dragon raised a hand in the air, before suddenly twisting. As she did so, the very fabric of space-time twisted along in her grip.
"Moto-san!" Asia yelled as {Twilight Healing} worked to heal Motohama's heavy injuries. For some reason, his Logia invincibility had been rendered useless against Tiamat's attack.
After arriving back in Kuoh, Asia had taken priority in healing Motohama. Nobody protested that, the Devils healing themselves while Tomoki, Sohara and Genshirou hovered around them in worry.
*CRACK!*
Everyone stared in shock as Tiamat broke through the atmosphere and smashed down nearby. The Peerage and humans could only stare in shock before suddenly-
"Freeze."
A wave of cold energy flew out from Tiamat, literally freezing everyone to their tracks, except Motohama and Asia. Even the floor beneath them was frozen without touching either of them which showed how much power and control the Chaos Karma Dragon possessed.
'I see now. It's just like what Zelretch told me happened to Portgas D. Ace.' Motohama grimaced as Asia continued her healing when Tiamat didn't do anything further other than stare at them. 'In a case of elemental superiority, neither Haki nor sea water is needed. Since Tiamat's power seems to be ice, I'm at a disadvantage as a {Snow Human}.'
"Don't worry about the others. They're all still alive." Tiamat stalked over to them until she was right in front of them. She raised a finger to Asia's forehead in an instant.
"Sleep."
As Asia slumped, Motohama shivered as Tiamat straddled him, taking off his glasses to look into his eyes directly.
"You're a bit weaker than my preferences but you've got a strong will. So you'll do." After a while, Tiamat seemed to have accepted something because she raised his left forearm, pulled back the sleeve and then bit down.
Motohama struggled against her strong grip as an unbelievable cold ripped through his arm then his body. By the time it passed, he had slumped forward into Tiamat's welcoming cleavage.
She then snapped her fingers, releasing everybody while she admired the draconic tattoo that appeared over her marking bite.
"You are now one of my Treasures, Motohama Nakakuni."
Motohama struggled against exhaustion as he arrived home, threatening to collapse with each step he took. Tiamat had disappeared in an instant back to the Familiar Forest, leaving Sona to roar in hysterical frustration.
Not only had she failed in getting a familiar for Genshirou (Genshirou surreptitiously patted his pocket), two of the four humans had succeeded, with Motohama claiming the Dragon Queen which had nearly annihilated them in her sleep.
Literally!
Tsubaki had to cast a sleep spell on her {King} so that she could sleep it off. With that, Motohama walked all of his club members home before heading home himself.
As Motohama entered, he ran into a worried Natsumi who could still smell the blood off him. Staring at her two daughters and her son's bed warmer, she instantly sent them to bed.
Once she was assured in her lonesomeness, she instantly took off Motohama's upper clothes then pricked his chest with a claw. A purple tantric tattoo spread from the point of contact, causing the blue draconic tattoo to resonate and finally with a burst of power, Tiamat manifested.
"What do you want, Lilith?" Tiamat demanded.
"Motohama. Keep your hands off him!" Lilith threatened. "He's been mine for years."
"I refuse! I've taken him as my Master!" Tiamat boasted. "He is now one of my Treasures!"
"You and I both know he won't be the Master in that relationship." Lilith refuted. "Besides, I think you owe me quite a favor…"
"That was centuries ago." Tiamat humphed while crossing her arms.
"Yeah… But that was a lifetime debt."
Tiamat gritted her teeth as frost started to spread only for it to stopped by various runes littering the house. "Motohama is now part of my Treasures! I won't be abandoning him so easily."
"Motohama is my son!" Lilith growled. "He may not be of my blood, but I have greater love for him than you would."
"Please, you'd fuck your kids if you could!"
"Su~ccu~bus~!" Lilith refuted. "Besides, a virgin like you shouldn't speak to me of such matters."
Tiamat turned red and sputtered. "W-W-Whatever! I'll do whatever I want with him as long as he doesn't die or get broken mentally."
"If Motohama gets hurt by your hand, I'll kill you, Tiamat!" Lilith threatened.
Tiamat only smirked back. "Try it!"
With that, she disappeared, leaving Lilith with her asleep son alone. She sighed and absentmindedly stroked his hair. "Son, I know you've had an utterly bizarre day, but we need to have a long talk when you wake up."
Genshirou sighed in relief as he saw the definitely bigger Slime piece out of his pocket. "I'll tell Kaichou about you later."
Genshirou then left Suu in his room and headed for his grandfather's. "Grandfather. I have come to request Expert Training."
"You have only just started Advanced Training." A gravelly voice sounded through the door. "For what reason do you require more power?"
"In a battle today, we only managed to escape with our lives thanks to an ally I previously had no respect for. I hate how weak I felt when I learned he literally had to get stronger right in the middle of the battle so that he wouldn't die. How am I supposed to call myself a defender of Kuoh if one of the ones I'm supposed to protect takes my role and does a better job at it at the risk of his life?!"
"…the role of 'defender' isn't solely ours, Genshirou. I shall adjust your training schedule accordingly."
"Thank you, Grandfather." Genshirou sighed in relief before leaving. He almost ran into his little sister, who was humming and blushing." Did something good happen today, Kaho?"
Kaho Saji, the girl who Motohama had defended earlier, nodded happily. "I met a hero on the train to school today!"
"…eh?"
KingVessel: A Motohama centric chapter. I hope I did this well... Please review!
