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With special thanks to Darkenning and Shadow Crystal Mage.

Everything that Moves.

Lesson Seven.

Sunday!

At long last, an extremely eventful and somewhat exhausting week full of interesting developments had passed by. Nobody had escaped Arkham yet, Saber had driven Lancer away after a short but intense scuffle, and the rain had passed, leaving a clear sunny morning behind.

"Good morning," Kagurazaka Asuna said, standing on the doorstep of the apartment. "I'm here to take Konoka on her omiai."

"Oh, um, good morning, Asuna-san!" Negi smiled. She didn't smile back, and hence his smile faltered. She still wasn't fond of him at all, that was clear. "Uh, you'll see, Konoka-san is-"

"I'm right here, Asuna!" Konoka said, exiting from the bedroom fixing her long hair back, and wearing a very pretty long white dress, with a fashionable black purse and high heels. "All ready to go! You and Chisame will have to cook today, Negi-kun, don't expect us back until tonight..."

"Have fun," Chisame said blandly while resting on her stomach on the couch, bare feet swinging up as she used her laptop. "And remember, don't do anything that I wouldn't do."

Konoka shot her female roommate with a silent, annoyed glare that made Asuna blink at how out of the norm it was. "Hmmm..." Kagurazaka said. "Did anything-?"

"Nothing. Bye, guys!" Konoka said, grabbing Asuna by a hand and exiting with her, closing the door after themselves.

Negi blinked and then waved weakly at the closed door. "Ahhh... Have a nice day, you two!" He glanced back at Chisame. "What was that all about?"

Chisame sighed. "If you need to know, an omiai is an arranged date between the daughter of an influential family and a prospect of husband."

"No... No, I mean, I know that, but why Konoka-san? She's still only fourteen!"

Chisame frowned and took a hand to her lower belly.

Negi scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Y-Yes, but... Ours is a special arrangement, what is the excuse of the Konoes?"

"They're rich, they can do whatever they want," Chisame said, sitting up and reaching for the backpack set by the couch. "What does that matter to you? You already have enough of us at it is. C'mon, let's go meet the others already. You too, Ermine, the sooner we're done with this, the better..."

And so, minutes later, in a large empty lot several blocks away, Chisame, Negi and Chamo were reunited with Makie, Yohko and Midori. The site had, actually, been picked by Midori for the purposes of this meeting. Apparently it was a frequent gathering place for HiMES when they needed to discuss HiME affairs, which Negi had made a mental note of looking into eventually.

"So this is a Familiar!" Midori said, amused as she scratched a purring Chamo's throat with her fingernails. "What a cute boy...! I wish Gakutenou could talk too...!"

"How about you, Yohko-chan?" Negi asked the doctor. "Have you managed to summon your Child too?"

The doctor shrugged with a vague smile. "It looks like I'm sterile in HiME terms. I couldn't summon one no matter what, I just kept on bringing my Artifact forth. That's fine, I'm not much of a fighter anyway."

"I don't think you're sterile in the other sense of the word, so you aren't out of the woods just yet," Midori teased her with a chuckle, then looked at her wristwatch. "What's taking Ryuko-chan this long? I hope nothing's happened along the way."

"You feeling alright now, Sasaki?" Chisame was asking Makie.

Makie grinned and nodded. "A-yep! Never felt better, actually! I feel so strong and vigorous, like all I needed was a lot of rest! Sensei here says I can go back to the dorms this afternoon!"

"That's good. Yeah," Chisame said blandly, patting Makie's head with a hand and envying the idiots' capacity for bouncing back from emotional and physical damage. "Oh, hey, look who's here now," she added, looking at Ryuko as she arrived from the West, with Mako in tow. "So that's the famous Mako-san?"

"Hooooiiieeee!" Mako was waving, running ahead of Ryuko and reaching the group. "Negi-kun, Midori-sensei...! Ah!" she looked at Chisame. "You must be Makie-chan!" She turned to Makie before Chisame could object. "And you! You must be Chisame-san...!"

"You got 'em wrong!" Ryuko said, walking over to her and bopping a fist on her head. "This is Chisame!" she barked, pointing at Hasegawa, and then smirking harshly at the ponytailed girl. "How's Konoka doing? Misses me?"

"We had to tell her about everything," Chisame said, "so she's not very welcoming of you at the time. Or of us, for that matter..."

"A pity, she's really likable. But I can't say I blame her," Ryuko said, then slinked over to Negi, grabbing him, and leaned down onto him, planting a long, deep, screwdriver mouth-to-mouth kiss on him. "HMMMMMMMM!"

"HMMMMMM!" Negi agreed, eyes popping up.

"What happened to her?" Chisame was asking Mako, pointing at two crossed band-aids on Ryuko's right cheek. "She looks kinda beaten up, has she-"

"Yeah, she went and challenged Satsuki-sama and it didn't go so well!" Mako chirped. "But that's fine! She wasn't brutalized that badly either, and I'm sure she'll do better in the rematch! It wasn't anything that special, nothing that couldn't be skipped over for convenience's sake if this were a story with limited time to devote to absolutely every and each plotline!"

"That... That was a remarkably specific way of phrasing it," Yohko said. "Are you a writer or-"

"Ah! And you must be Yohko-sensei, Midori-sensei's girlfriend!" Mako was suddenly standing in front of her now, reaching over to pat Yohko's back with friendly slaps that sounded like whip slashes and looked like an octopus walloping on her with wobbly long tentacles. "She was always talking about you while teaching me! 'No, don't put your tongue there! There, instead, like Yohko-chan does!' 'Yes, yes, like that, just like Yohko!' 'Aaaahhh, now add another finger, and twirl it, the way Yohko does so well...!'"

Yohko blushed as some steam blew out of her ears. "Ah... I see! G-Good to see she holds me in such a high regard...! I think."

Midori grinned evilly and caressed Yohko's ass from behind. "Baby, you're my golden standard."

"Oh, you damn flatterer...!" Yohko grinded her teeth.

Makie blinked, looking on as Ryuko kept on Frenching Negi, his face turning purple slowly. "A passionate Senpai, isn't she...?"

"Ryuko-chan puts 118% in all she does!" Mako confirmed, nodding energetically. Chisame was just surprised the universe hadn't collapsed yet from having them stand together. "So, when do we get those Partake things we were promised? They're kinda crazy powerups like Goku Uniforms, right...?"

"I'll really, really understand it if any of you wants to back away from this now," Negi told Chisame, Mako, Ryuko, the female teachers and Makie, while Chamo whistled and diligently drew a magic circle on the dirt of the isolated empty lot.

Chisame scowled, patting herself on the lower belly. "A wee bit too late for that kind of questioning, don'tcha think?"

"No, no, I don't mean that," Negi said. "What I meant was, this is far more dangerous than teenage pregnancy. This is taking arms to possibly battle not dangerous Daywalker vampires, but likely evil magi and who knows else as well..."

"Can those people be any worse than my Mom and Dad?" Makie asked. "When they learn about all of this they're gonna be pipin' mad!"

Chamo paused only for a moment. "You pick 'em really brave, I'm so proud of you, Bro..."

Negi sighed. "Don't encourage them! Okay, there's no way of saying what manner of gifts you'll receive from the alliances. Only a scarce amount of Ministra ever get Artifacts enabling combat, and most only get relatively minor boosts in strength, stamina and velocity. I want you to stay out of any conflict that may arise from this point on if you don't summon anything useful for battle."

"Negi-kun, it's only meant to help the girls defend themselves, nobody's gonna ask them to throw themselves into harm's way," Midori said, while Mako kept on crouching behind Chamo, poking his back with a finger to make sure he wasn't just being made to speak through ventriloquism after all. "It's actually more dangerous if they just go around completely unarmed while crap's blowing up everywhere, wherever we go!"

"It's ready, get it while it's still fresh!" Chamo sing-sang, sitting by the completed circle, piece of chalk still in a paw. The girls looked over, and Makie gushed loudly at how brightly the drawing, somehow firmly engraved through the dirt, glowed in a regal shade of blue. "Who's first?"

Ryuko grinned. "Me first! As long as it's something to blow Kiryuin's ass up, then I'm game!"

But Chamo, surprisingly, raised a paw to stop her. "Not so fast, Sis. I think it's for the best if only the non-combatant girls do this."

"Eh?!" Ryuko said. "Why?!"

"I'd love for my Bro to just kiss you all and give Pactios to everyone," the ermine explained, "but that's impractical. The Pactios from the Ministra Magi depend on the Magister's prana load, and 'til the Bro grows stronger, he shouldn't be straining his magical energy carelessly, especially when he is already, well, straining himself physically with y'all, so often, day after day."

"And besides, you already have a battle partner in me, Ryuko," Senketsu said. "What, don't you trust me? Am I not good enough for you?"

"GAHAHHHHH!" Makie cried, jumping back. "Senpai's uniform talks?!"

"It's... It's not that!" Ryuko gasped at her fuku. I just thought that, well, I could take some of the weight from you! Anything to get an edge, right?!"

Midori smiled. "Ryuko-chan, if you really want revenge on that girl so much, just be patient and wait until we gather more... allies. Then we'll gangpile on her and her goons and beat them up for you!"

"Thanks for the offer, but this is personal! Between her and me!" Matoi growled.

Chisame sighed. "Fine, then what if Sasaki goes first? I don't mind like at all, really. Whatever."

"But Chisame-chan," Makie said, "you are Negi-kun's roommate! You should have the first go!"

"No, for real, I don't care," Chisame raised her hands. "I know you're way more thrilled about this than me, so..."

"Ah! You're so selfless!" Mako was moved. "So generous! I was wrong in my first impression of you, Chisame-san! Despite being a Mahora student and acting like a better antisocial person, and having a scary face, you are noble! You go first, I'll make a Pactio with Ryuko-chan instead!"

"I can't give you one of those things because I'm not a wizard!" Ryuko snapped. Then she frowned and looked at Chamo. "I can't, because I'm not a wizard, right?"

Chamo sweatdropped. "That's right, you cannot..."

"But you had sex with him before I did, Mazako- Mazioku- Mashoku- Mako-san!" Chisame said. "That's nothing compared with a kiss, so why are you acting like this is a big deal now?"

"Maybe," Yohko opined, "this should be left for Negi to decide."

"M-M-ME?-!-?" Negi squeaked out, breathing harder. "N-No, I couldn't possibly play favorites!"

"You just want to avoid the responsibility of choosing!" Hasegawa told him. "If anything, we should decide it by popular voting! Democracy!"

Then, Mako and Makie looked at her both at once. Chisame had a bad feeling , which only grew as both of them pointed their right hands at her and chorused in perfect synchrony, "OKAY! THEN WE CHOOSE YOU!"

"WHAT?" The pockmarked girl freaked out. "You can't be serious!"

Chamo smiled. "Democracy! You said it yourself!"

"I demand for a voting recap!" Chisame yelled.

"WE CHOOSE YOU!" the other girls repeated, poking their fingers into her direction categorically. This time, however, the ermine pointed at her as well. And after a few seconds of nervous, trembling panic, and giving her a supplicant silent look, Negi also aimed a timid finger at her.

Chisame blushed bright red before tugging on her hair. "Arrrghhh! It's a conspiracy!"

However, she calmed down and stepped ahead, as Makie and Mako made way for her. Breathing in and out, she stepped into the circle as well, stopping right before the overwhelmed Welsh boy. She could feel the strange sensation of what she guessed... and hoped... was the magical power flowing from the circle and into her, giving her goosebumps and making her heat to beat faster.

What the Heck. If she was going to do it sooner or later, then it made no difference being the first one, right? She had just said it herself, this was nothing compared to having sex, right? Right. Right! Yeah. Still, for some reason, that just wasn't enough to calm her down. At all.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, focusing those huge Bambi eyes on her face. Making it even harder. Dammit, why did he have to be so cute? Cute? Had she thought the word 'cute'?

Yes, looking closely at him, he was kinda cute. The Bambi comparison was a good one, with those eyes so similar to those of a baby deer caught at mid-road. She couldn't do it. Not with those eyes looking at her. Confusing her. Was she becoming an Iinchou Mark II? That couldn't be. No. No, no, no no no no no no no no nononononono…!

And yet... He was... so unbearably cute...

"Chisame-san..." his voice managed to come out weakly.

"Shut up," she said, her voice coming out huskier than she expected. Then she quickly covered those obstructing, confusing eyes with a hand, blocking them and allowing her to finally lean in for the kiss, stamping her lips over his.

She could hear nothing now. The other women seemed to have fallen into the starkest of silences, and even the infernal ermine had closed his trap down.

Oh... They are so soft... Chisame marveled silently. They felt oddly good, tender and warm, too. Softer than before. His lips. Caressing and gentle against hers, rather unlike the raw passion she had expected from the contact after their first try at sex.

She had closed her eyes, unable to look at his face as she kissed him. She waited, perfectly still, while the boy stood paralyzed before her. For a few moments, nothing seemed to change, until the whole circle glowed up with a nearly blinding white light, startling Mako, Ryuko and Makie.

"PACTIO-OOOOOOOO!" Chamo jumped up, waving his paws around in ecstasy.

Then, to the further amazement of the other teenagers, a card appeared out of nowhere floating over Negi and Chisame's heads, until it softly flew down to the awaiting arms of the ermine. He looked down at it with shiny beady eyes, nearly drooling with giddiness.

Hasegawa still wasn't letting her teacher go.

How many seconds do I have to do this for? she wondered, opening her eyes a bit. If I keep this up, something strange will-

"Ho, ho ho!" Chamo chuckled. "It's good now, Chisame-san!"

"Ohh, is that so?" she quickly pulled her head back, her cheeks flaring red again. She breathed deeply, gasping for the air she so sorely needed now.

"Now, that wasn't that bad after all, was it?" Midori asked her affably.

"Please stop talking, Sensei, or I'm going to forget that you're a teacher..."

Arkham:

One good thing about 'softening' through the years is that people around you start to lower their guard.

Arkham orderlies led stressful lives in a bleak environment even under the best of conditions, and generally speaking, when they thought they could cut some corners in their surveillance efforts on inmates who behaved, they would do so, even if subconsciously.

That had been why Joker and Scarecrow had been allowed to work in the kitchen, of all things, for a few months now. Scarecrow hadn't been the same since overdosing on his own fear toxin, and Joker... nobody in the staff knew why Joker had lost active interest after his last defeat by the Bat, but as long as he kept on being inactive, nobody was going to question it.

Maybe they should have. Maybe they should have noticed the light in his eyes through the last couple of days. Ever since that international broadcast.

"Are... Are you sure nobody's watching?" Alicia Silverberg said as she entered the kitchen with both men, and Joker made her stand at a corner by the ovens. "Nobody will interrupt?"

"This is the blind spot of the cameras," Joker explained, pointing at one of them hanging over their heads. "This one's damaged and nobody's bothered to change it yet. Ventriloquist found out and this has been his favorite weeping spot whenever Junkyard Dog beats him up." He snapped his bony fingers, finished in sickeningly greenish nails. "Jonathan, please?"

The even skinnier, cadaveric man with the deeply hollow eyes under his glasses approached the blonde, holding a bottle in a hand, full with an emerald bubbling liquid. Joker raised an eyebrow at this. "In serum form? Why?"

"The sensors are still active and they detect any gaseous releases, remember?" Scarecrow asked quietly, walking to Alicia and pulling down on her chin, so she opened her mouth wide.

"Right, right, that musta been why Aaron was constantly going around my cell last night, after that dinner of beans," Joker hummed, stroking his long pointy chin. Almost indifferently, he watched as Jonathan Crane made the woman drink the contents of the bottle. Only when she had gulped the whole thing, the clown smiled, like he hadn't in a while. The yellow, crooked teeth like oh so many twisted piano keys were shown as the pale lips- the red was just lipstick, actually- stretched wide from ear to ear. "Now let's just wait and see, Fear is the most faithful companion down our memory lanes, after all..."

At first, she didn't react, and Joker was about to scold Scarecrow on coming up with a dud of a batch. But then she gasped and took a hand to her throat, and Joker clucked his tongue with renewed interest. "Ah, Jonathan! Remind me to never doubt you again until next time!"

"Even with inferior materials pillaged through a sanitarium, I still have it," Scarecrow declared proudly, and crouched down by the woman, who had dropped to her knees, clutching her own head in her hands. "Now tell me, dear," he cooed, like a gentle ghost passing through the moors, blowing warm air near her ear. "Tell me, what do you see...? Which fear from your past brought you here...?"

She began sputtering incoherently, in a voice so low that Joker and Scarecrow had to lean close. Eventually, as she started sobbing, her gibberish turned into words, not in English. It took the Professor a few moments to recognize the language. "Latin."

"Or a close enough facsimile," Joker said, nodding. "She's calling for her father, over and over..."

"No. Not calling for him," Crane pointed out. "Quite the opposite."

She rocked back and forth, and then doubled ahead, touching the floor with her forehead. She whimpered pitifully, the mismatched eyes well open, unblinking. Tearing up. In her mind, she was a scared child again. She felt cold and sick in the stomach, and she saw his shadow approaching her, covering her, and then-

"Father, father, father. No, don't, Father, please don't," Joker sneered, disappointed and standing back up. "That's it? That won't suffice! More than half of us were abused as children, big deal!"

"Who in this day and age is raised with Latin as their first language?" Jonathan Crane hummed, adjusting his glasses. "Is she supposed to be Italian? That might explain the royalty angle. Old money...? With a lot of secrets to hide away...?"

Alicia wailed, hitting the floor with her fists. Cursing her father, yelling at him, at his shadow. The shadow that mocked her, swirling around her even as Joker began walking out the kitchen, with his hands in his pockets. "A complete waste of our perfectly useless time!" he was saying. "We'll have to think of something else."

"Should we leave her here? Alone?" Scarecrow asked, following him while glancing back at her, reluctant.

"Hey, it's a good weeping spot. If Arnold needs to vent out he'll have to do it in the can. Let's go! I want to see if there are any good cartoons on at this hour."

They closed the kitchen's doors after themselves, and Alicia Silverberg remained kneeling in the darkness, screaming.

But each scream became less afraid than the last one, and more furious.

"So I'm a mother already. Wonderful," Chisame groaned, holding the electrical magical scepter she'd received from her Pactio in a hand, and keeping the other firmly planted on her face. "I'm sure Mother will love this."

The five tiny, fairy-like floating mice circling around her chirped happily, moving their tails around.

"We love you so much, Mother!" one of them giggled.

"Thank you for giving us life!" the second bowed its head.

"Now, if you'd be as kind as to give us designations as well..." a third mouse sprite said.

Mako, now wearing a long sleeved, open black overcoat over her clothes, blinked. Her feet were now in Geta sandals, and there was a black cap on her head, making her look like some sort of cartoony delinquent. "Designations? What's that?" she asked.

"You don't know?" Yohko asked in return. "A designation is a name! What kind of education do they give you in Honnouji?"

"I wouldn't know, I sleep through most of it," Mako confessed, then pulled out a small book titled 'Unequally Rational and Emotional' and began flipping through it. "Let's see, in the other continuity, these mice were named Boku, Pico, Paco, Chiu and Negi. I see no reason to change that here!"

"C-C-Chiu?!" Chisame gasped. "Why, why would you give the girl such a, a, silly name?!"

Yohko blinked. "One of them is a girl? How could you even know?"

"A mother knows!" Midori said, with airs of being greatly moved. "That's how I know that Gakutenou is a boy!"

Ryuko snickered at Negi. "Boy, your children so far are a real bunch, right? Let's hope for better with this one," she added, patting herself on the belly.

Negi sighed. "I'm glad you are taking this with such high spirits, Ryuko-chan. But please, Mako-chan, don't start breaking the Fourth Wall so much, that way madness lies..."

"What about you, Pink Sis?" Chamo asked Makie. "Are you feeling your connection with your Artifact already?"

Makie hummed, now clad in a pink leotard and holding a set of also pink gymnastics implements. "Well, if I understood correctly, these'll work like my usual implements, but stronger, and I'm also stronger now, so let's see..."

She spun around, swung her new long ribbon, and easily sliced all the branches off a large nearby tree in a single motion. Negi and the other girls jerked back, impressed.

Makie giggled as all the branches hit the ground, scattering leaves everywhere. "Oh, that's cool! I'm very powerful now! Let's try the ball now!"

"Makie, perhaps you should-" Negi began to suggest just as she threw the ball right through the tree, now taking the rest of it down in a single strike. "- never mind."

Makie bit her lower lip. "Oh geez, I, I overdid it, didn't I?! Sorry, Tree-san! Wah! I'm an enemy of Nature now!"

Negi exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please take it easy, Makie-chan. What if we take a break for now, and in the meanwhile-"

"You want to have sex again?" Midori asked.

"What? I didn't say that!" Negi said defensively. "I'm just saying that going too fast and too far with newly developed powers is a bad idea! In Merdiana, they always instructed us to master our new abilities step by step!"

"That's some good advice," Senketsu said. "I told Ryuko we should train together for a while before we went to challenge that Kiryuin woman, but she wanted to do it immediately..."

Ryuko threw her hands up. "Alright, I know, I know! It's my fault! Sorry, I'll listen to you more often from now on!"

"I... I wouldn't mind doing some more ecchi again..." Makie admitted, shyly twiddling her fingers together while blushing. "It feels really, really good, and I'm sure it'll feel better without Hysterica-san being so rough about it!"

"Who?" Mako asked.

"No... Not here!" Chisame protested. "It's... It's out in the open!"

"Our first time, we also did it outdoors," Makie pointed out.

"That's different!" her classmate said. "This is in the middle of the day, what if someone passes by?!"

"I've got to admit the grass on your ass feels itchy and distracting from the experience of Ryuko-chan eating me out!" Mako nodded.

"We could do it in Hinata," Midori suggested.

"What's that?" Negi asked.

The other teacher grinned. "A place run by some old friends of mine, not too far. They won't ask too many questions, and it's very scenic. They have great outdoor baths, too..."

"I've heard about it!" Makie said. "Natsumi-chan spent a weekend there with her family!"

Ryuko stretched her arms up. "I guess it couldn't hurt. It's been months since I last got to enjoy myself at an onsen...!"

"I'm not sure, the Mahora baths are very near here and, while I wouldn't be allowed there, we always could retreat into our apartment for the rest," Negi lectured. "That is much less risky, since Konoka-san will be out all day long."

"The Inn is handled by several very beautiful girls," Midori informed him. "A few of them are rather open minded."

"... then again, I suppose that getting you to meet new friends and know new places is part of my duty as an educator and spouse as well, teaching you how to maneuver around the privacy hazards..."

"This inn isn't as 'close' as you think it is," Chisame grumbled again after nearly an hour of walking through the narrow mountain roads, only Chamo feeling comfortable as he lounged on top of Negi's head, tanning himself.

"So, is this place supposed to be a hotel, or an inn?" Ryuko asked, grabbing Mako by the collar to keep her from getting stray, as she was trying to wander off after a blue butterfly that was passing by, distracting her.

"A little bit of both, businesses nowadays can't be picky during a crisis," Yohko said. "It started as a student residence, but these days it'll take anyone passing through as a guest for as long as necessary."

Finally, they stopped before a huge old house at the end of the road, on the top of a green hillside, following an extremely long set of steps carved on stone. "That's it!" Midori pointed up happily. "The ever popular Hinata Inn!"

"It looks abandoned," Ryuko observed. "There's nobody anywhere in sight! How is this dump 'popular'?!"

"Have you ever heard of movies with a 'cult following'?" Sugiura asked, wagging a finger and starting to walk up the steps. The others followed her, reluctantly. "This is the touristic equivalent, the cult hotel of choice!"

"More like the cult tourist trap!" Chisame snapped. "No wonder I'd never heard of it before!"

They reached the top of the steps soon, seeing a young man, perhaps early college-aged, standing by the gates of the manor, mopping its front steps. His pants and sleeves were rolled up to his knees and elbows respectively, his feet were in sandals, and there was a cloth tied around his short brown hair. He also wore thick glasses giving him an extra geely, oppressed appearance.

"I thought you'd said that there'd be cute girls here..." Chamo mumbled to Midori from a side of his mouth.

"I never said that there wouldn't be any cute guys either..." Sugiura did likewise.

"Well, yeah, I'm not seeing any of those either..." Mako joined in.

The bespectacled young gentleman looked up from his work. "Oh! Midori-sensei! Yohko-sensei!" he said. "Welcome, it's been a while!"

"Hello, Keitaro-kun!" Midori waved. "How are Seta-sensei and the others?"

"Guys, this is Urashima Keitaro-kun, Hinata's kanririn," Midori introduced him. "Keitaro-kun, you already know Yohko, and this is Negi Springfield, my newest colleague in Mahora."

The young man adjusted his glasses. "Seriously?! Wow, nice to meet you, Supurienfurudu-sensei!" he said, clearly struggling with the name. "Um, excuse me... How old are you, please?"

"I'm ten!" the boy smiled, warmly.

"So he's not a circus midget or anything like that," Chisame deadpanned.

"I, I didn't imply I thought that!" Urashima said defensively.

"He is a boy genius! Magna CUM laude! Chairman emeritus! Ipso facto!" Mako said, patting Negi's chest. "So he's more than qualified to teach, capice?!"

Keitaro sweatdropped. "I never put that in doubt either...!"

"These are Hasegawa Chisame and Sasaki Makie, two of Negi-sensei's students," Yohko explained. "And these are Matoi Ryuko and Mankanshoku Mako, two girls from another school Negi-sensei is also tutoring at the time."

"Hi, Urashima-senpai!" Makie said. "Nice to meet you!" He blinked, her voice reminding him of a younger, chipper Naru, just like he found some resemblance to her in Chisame's face.

"Helloo...!" Mako waved in a way that also greatly reminded Keitaro of Suu. "Boy, has Negi-kun tutored us well! Intensively, as they say! Yessir, he's gone deeply into our formation as-!"

Ryuko put a hand on Mako's mouth, closing it. "I think he gets it already!"

"Where's everyone?" Midori asked, looking all around. "This isn't like Kaolla-chan, normally she'd have jumped on us by now..."

"Well..." the young man said, "Motoko-chan was called away by her parents to discuss some family affairs. Shinobu-chan is spending the weekend over at her dad's place, and Suu-chan and Sarah-chan invited themselves along. Aunt Haruka is out buying clothes, so it's only Naru, Mutsumi, Mitsune and me here right now..."

"Great, that's even better," Midori said.

Mako pointed at the ermine on Negi's head. "Hey, hey, Kanrinrin-san!" she said. "Do you accept animals here?"

Keitaro sighed as a though balloon appeared over his head, holding the image of a small flying turtle with a bra in its mouth. "Oh, you have no idea... Yeah, we're cool with that. Why do you ask? Planning to stay for a while?"

"We're just taking Negi-kun in a tour of the area, to show him... every major landscape of interest..." Midori smiled, making Urashima raise an eyebrow. "As such, we'd like to stay for a few hours, let's say until dusk, to rest here after a long while of intense sightseeing."

"Oh. Only one day, then?" Keitaro asked. "Not even that much?"

"Hey, tomorrow is a school day," Sugiura told him. "Which reminds me, shouldn't you be studying for your entrance test right now?"

Keitaro sighed sadly. "I'll get into it as soon as I'm done here..." he promised. "Naru is going over it first and she'll test me later."

"Urashima-kun and Narusegawa Naru-san, one of the tenants, are trying to be admitted into Toudai, the University of Neo-Tokyo," Yohko told Negi.

"Oh, that's nice, then she'll be holed up for hours," Midori hummed. "That means we'll be able to use the baths, right? We've been sweating under the sun for like an hour now, and Negi-kun really really needs a bath..."

"He... He's going to bathe with us?!" Chisame gasped.

Midori rolled her eyes at her. "Why, of course, Chisame-chan...! He's just a little boy after all, riiiiiight...?"

Keitaro laughed. "Right, right! Mutsumi-chan is cooking lunch, I'll go tell her to make some extra and-"

He looked on helplessly as Midori basically ignored him and began dragging Chisame and Negi towards the baths, with the rest of the girls following them around.

"... huh," he said to himself. "He must be seriously smelly!"

They were by the large outdoors baths now, starting to strip down for the rinsing and soaking. Chamo was positively giddy, almost hopping in place as he watched the girls undress, and Chisame was seriously considering just kicking him out already.

Makie looked at Midori's rather impressive breasts as the teacher pulled her shirt over her head, talking up a storm. "Kei-kun's been head over heels for Naru-chan for a long while now, but he's too shy to declare himself. Maybe you could help him with that, Negi-kun!"

Negi laughed nervously. Makie, meanwhile, turned her head to look at Yohko, who was unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a very nicely shaped and sized bust of her own, finely remarked upon by her black, stylish bra. "I'll see what I can do..." the boy promised.

"Or rather, who can you do, right?" Ryuko asked, taking Senketsu off and making Makie stare at her quite big for her age rack. "Don't even think about it, moving onto another man's love interest is a despicable thing to do..."

"If he hasn't declared yet, then she's not a romantic interest so far!" Chamo said, wagging a tiny finger from his right fore paw. Makie had gone on to look at Chisame, even though they met naked in the Mahora baths all the time. As always, her classmate was fairly bigger in the chest than herself, even if still not as big as Midori, Yohko or Ryuko. But they had a very nice and firm form, and they complemented the rest of Chisame's figure nicely.

"Chamo, don't push the issue," Negi said, pulling his pants down. "What you are suggesting is not only skeevy, but also tactically unsound."

"Tactically?" Ryuko asked, while Makie's eyes popped up at the sight of Mako's just bared breasts. Technically they weren't as large as Midori's, but since Mako was barely any taller than Makie herself, they looked much bigger on her.

"Yes, tactically," Negi nodded. "If I went around breaking couples apart, or even just disrupting potential romances, we eventually would be hounded by jealous jilted lovers and exposed. Hence, even leaving moral considerations aside-"

"We get it, we get it!" Chisame said, already naked and irritated, walking over to sit down and start washing herself. "Sasaki, your friend Izumi has a boyfriend, right? Or did he reject her after all?"

"Uuuuhhhh!" Makie said, streaming tears from her eyes and eyeing Mako's boobs closely.

Mako blinked. "Is something the matter?"

Makie seethed and began fondling the other girl's breasts. "It's unfair...!"

"Ah! Ah ha ha ha!" Mako laughed as she was touched. "Oh, it's about that?! Don't worry! It runs in the blood! So, if your Mommy is busty...!"

Makie kept on wailing while molesting Mako's bust. "She's flat as a table...!"

"Oh... Oh! Um, then I don't know... Ah! I know! This is the age of implants!"

Eventually, all of them finished washing off, and they sat in the warm water to relax. Then again, relaxing probably wasn't in the minds of a few of them, Midori sat very close to Negi, smirking while edging closer to him.

"Hmmmm... Negi-kun..." she purred.

He raised an eyebrow. "Here? Shouldn't we retire to a room first?"

"At this time, Mitsune must be watching her soap operas, Mutsumi's cooking, and Keitaro and Naru have to be studying," the woman said, licking her lips over as she placed herself sitting on his lap. "C'mon, just a quickie..."

"Hey! Hey!" Chisame said. "The ermine's watching!" she protested, pointing in the direction of Chamo even as Midori and Negi began kissing, his hands starting to roam all over the adult's sides.

"He's doing more than watching, actually..." Mako pointed out, and Chisame gasped in shock as she saw him. Chamo was sitting on the edge of the pool, pulling a remarkable big for his size white penis out of his fur and starting to stroke it with his paws, watching Negi and Midori make out.

"GAH!" Chisame screamed. "Are you some kind of deviant?! They aren't even your own species!"

"Oh, shit, this is so fucked up!" Ryuko agreed, wincing at the sight of Chamo jerking himself. "This is worse than Mako's perverted dog!"

Yohko blinked. "Excuse me?"

"He peeks at you while you're in the shower!" Ryuko explained. "Along with the rest of Mako's family!"

"Ah, that sounds like he's just imitating- Wait, all of them?! Even her mother?!" Yohko said.

Mako huffed. "Mom is only a connoisseur of beauty wherever it can be found!"

Midori had started bouncing on Negi's lap, his hands massaging her buttocks and his mouth suckling and slurping on her left nipple. The water splashed lightly in combination with his thrusts into her.

"Oh God, oh, yes, oh, yes yes, so hard...!" she panted.

"Well, fuck. Now I'm horny," Ryuko said absently, looking at them. She snapped her fingers. "Mako?"

"Awright, Ryuko-chan!" Mako said eagerly, quickly putting a hand under the water and beginning to finger her.

Chisame shuddered. "You... You have grown this... familiar already over the couple of days you've known each other?!"

"We're today's youth, we live fast!" Mako panted with hearts in her eyes and a long pink tongue hanging out lecherously while shoving fingers in and out of Ryuko. "Then we die young and leave behind a pretty- no, no, scratch that, we're gonna live forever, baby...!"

Chisame facepalmed. "You're a buncha sickos, Mina Tepes should've taken you along with-" Then she frowned at Makie, who had just placed herself right next to her and was kissing and squeezing her teats, with her eyes closed. "Do you mind?!"

"Please, Chisame-chan, lend me some of your power level...!" Makie begged, never stopping doing what she was doing.

At that very moment, the door to the baths slid open. Midori froze in mid-thrust, clenching around Negi in instinctive panic. The extra sudden tightness was too much for Negi to bear, and he came into her, stifling a panicked scream. Likewise, Chisame barely managed to cover Makie's mouth with a hand, readying herself to spring back up out of the water and start running away at any moment now. But it was too late for that, as they could do nothing but look at the person who was, even now, stepping down into the water.

It was a girl. And not just a girl. But what a girl. A beautiful face, long, lustrous light brown hair, full breasts capped with bright pink nipples, and a gentle smile on her face as she walked towards them, sitting opposite them in the water, that smile never altering a bit.

"Ah!" the newcomer said happily, squinting just a bit as she looked at the paralyzed Ryuko. "Motoko-chan, you're back already! You should have called first and we'd have thrown a little welcome for you!"

Then she put a hand on the confused Mako's head. "And you too, Shinobu-chan! My, my, your chest's starting to grow... You're a big girl already..."

Makie made a small squeaky sound before the girl giggled and pinched one of her cheeks. "But Sarah-chan is still as lovely and petite as ever!"

"Uwaaaa!" Makie sobbed without knowing well why.

The older girl then paused and seemed to notice Chisame, leaning towards her and squinting at her face. "Who put a mirror here...?"

Midori gulped, quickly moving off Negi and assuming airs of innocence. "Naru-chan, this isn't exactly what you think...!"

"Sensei?" Narusegawa Naru recognized the voice, and then frowned. Knowing well that Midori's arrival alway heralded some manner of trouble, she reached into a nearby wooden bucket and pulled out a pair of spare glasses she always kept in there. She put them on, and then stared directly at Negi's nervously smiling face.

Negi made a small wave with his hand.

A loud high pitched shriek rattled all of Hinata.

"Ah, ha ha ha!" laughed the young woman with short blonde hair they'd been introduced to as Konno Mitsune. She was wearing very tight pants and a dark blue sleeveless top, accentuating her big, perky breasts under the fabric. Once again, Makie stared on. "Man, these things just keep happening to you, Naru-chan! One of these days you'll have to learn how to knock first!"

"I'm sorry!" Keitaro said sheepishly, also sitting at the table with the rest of them. "I got distracted explaining things to Mutsumi in the kitchen, so I didn't get to tell you, Naru!"

"W-Well, you should've told me first!" sputtered Narusegawa, blushing and now wearing a long sleeved blouse over baggy pants. "What if it'd been an older guy there?!"

"Ara ara, there's no point on worrying about it!" laughed Otohime Mutsumi. She was a slightly older and taller girl than Naru, but not as mature as Mitsune, but around Keitaro's age. She had long dark brown hair and very pleasant and sweet, if slightly pale, face that also bore more than a passing resemblance to Naru's. Negi began wondering. She wore a long green dress and matching slippers. "At the end of it, nothing actually happened, did it?"

"I... I guess not," Naru allowed, glancing aside. Midori, Negi, Chisame and Ryuko sighed in relief. Thank God Naru was blind as a bat without her glasses, or the contacts she was wearing at the moment.

Eager to change the subject, Yohko said, "Mutsumi-san's also trying to get in Toudai, and Mitsune is a freelance writer for several online magazines across the country."

Mitsune grinned. "Just call me Kitsune! Just like everyone else!"

Makie stopped staring jealously at the chest of Mutsumi, who was easily the biggest out of anyone present, to boast, "A writer, huh? Well, we also know writers! Kazumi-chan writes for the school newspaper, and Yue-chan writes short stories for children! Child illiteracy!"

"Literature!" Chisame snapped.

"Yeah, that too!" Makie said. "And Negi-kun is a genius as well, of course! He graduated in Oxford!"

"Oh my, really?" Mutsumi said, her mouth turning into a small cute 'O' of quiet awe. "Well, we should have expected it with that kind of name... Negi-kun, you're related to that Nagi Springfield Mei-chan always talks about, right?"

Negi's group fell into a sudden shared silence of shock.

"Y-Yes, that's my father's name!" Negi gasped. "But, how did you know...?!"

"Oh dear, then you really are one of those people, aren't you, Negi-kun?" Mutsumi pressed on innocently. "A mage..."

"Muh-Mutsumi!" Naru said. "What, what are you saying?! Don't jump to conclusions, the name might be a coincidence!"

"Don't worry," Mitsune said, holding up one of the neutralizer flashers mages would distribute to their muggle friends, identical to Chisame's. "I'm prepared just in case..."

"No! No!" Negi waved his hands before them. "There won't be any need for that! I'm a mage, and I'm here on an assignment from my magic school!"

"Ah. In that case don't worry, your secret is safe with us," Naru sighed. "My stepsister Mei is a mage, as well. She also studies in Mahora."

"Oh.. Oh!" Negi said. "Then, you-"

"No, I'm a muggle," Narusegawa shrugged it off. "My mother divorced and then married a mage, Mei-chan's father."

"To entertain us, Mei-chan will often share tales about the world of magic!" Mutsumi said happily. "She's told us about Waver Velvet! Erza Scarlet! Jack Rakan! Lina Inverse! And of course, Nagi Springfield, the powerful Thousand Master!"

Negi felt deeply moved, almost to the point of tears. Mako, Ryuko and Chisame looked at him curiously. "I see...!" he sniffled. "I, I'm honored my father's life has touched so many hearts, even this far from home! I don't know what to say...!"

"Well, I do!" Mitsune said feistily, walking over to a nearby stand and pulling out two large bottles of sake. "This merits for a celebration! PARTY is the name of the game! Let's make this magical!"

"Kitsune, no!" Naru said. "They're still minors, for Kami's sake!"

"C'mon, just a sip won't hurt them at all!" her old friend laughed, starting to put glasses around the table and filling them. "Live a little, Naru-chan! When was your first drink? When you were still fifteen, if I recall correctly?"

Naru frowned. "That's not the point here! I certainly wasn't ten, like Negi-sensei..."

"It's not even my first time drinking, sometimes I'd drink a bit during Dad's parties," Mako said, accepting her glass from Mitsune with a nod. "Thank you, bottoms up!" she said, and then swallowed all of it in a single gulp. "Ahhhhh, this is good! More!" she said, slamming the glass on the table.

"That doesn't sound like you drank 'just a little'!" Ryuko said.

Chisame sniffed the liquor in her glass. "I'm not sure... This is my first time drinking..."

"Mine too," Negi confessed. "I don't mind myself, but if you don't want to, nobody will force you, Chisame."

"Of course not!" Mitsune said. "More for the rest of us!"

"Manager, say something!" Naru complained to Keitaro. "If they get drunk their parents will complain to us!"

Urashima sighed, taking a first miserable sip from his drink. "Naru, we know how this goes every time. The more you push against them, the more they will push back."

"One of those parents is supposed to be a mega powerful mage who kills dragons and monsters with his bare hands!" Narusegawa reminded him.

Negi sighed and shook his head. "You don't need to worry about that, Narusegawa-san. As much as I'd like to say otherwise, Father won't be coming anytime soon yet..."

"You heard him, Naru," Keitaro said, taking another sip. "It's all right, Yohko-sensei is here and she'll stop Midori-sensei and Mitsune if they go too far..."

Naru took both hands to her hair. "Aaarrrgh, I can't believe you! What broke your spirit like this, Keitaro?!"

"All those times you punched him to the stratosphere may have had something to do with his loss of vitality," Kitsune opined.

"Nonsense, that just forges more character!" Naru pouted while accepting, regardless, a glass of her own from Mutsumi, who had happily joined the distribution of the sake.

Cue the Spongebob 'Some Time Later' cue card...

Chisame sniffed at her latest empty glass. "No, seriously, what is the big deal about this stuff?" she asked, sounding perfectly sober. "I'm disappointed. I thought it'd be much more of a deal..."

"Daaaammit, Chwisame-chwaan, y'ain't hyuman!" Makie hiccuped, drunk off her ass, eyelids half closed. "Wha, wah's th'matter wiff yuh, yuh coulda drink mah Dad under th' twable...!"

"Well, she didn't get drunk in the canon Kyoto arc or the Unequally version, so this always was a possibility," Mako said, sounding fairly sober herself.

Ryuko groaned drunkenly and bopped the back of Mako's head. "Dumbash, yer breakin' th' Furth Fall awain!"

Negi sobbed, resting his chin on the table, his eyes closed. "Fatheerrr! I'm sorry, Fatherrrr, I'm not sure I can do this...! What have I gotten into, Father...!"

"Okay, so Mako and Chisame are also the heavy drinker type," Yohko hummed analytically. She wasn't resilient to alcohol herself, but she had taken the least sake out of everyone present. "Negi is the crying drunk type, Ryuko is the angry drunk to nobody's surprise, and Midori and Mitsune, as always, well..."

Mutsumi, Mitsune and Midori were dancing together on the table, giggling to each other and spinning in a constant circle, the other two holding Otohime so she wouldn't collapse off the table. "Har, har, har, happy hour in the bar!" they sang. "Take my hand and help me stand!"

Chamo lay on his back in the middle of the dancing beauties, snoring noisily as his erection sprang proudly from his lower belly. It was clear from his low mumblings, if you were close enough, that he was having some wicked erotic dream involving someone named Anya and a dildo, but in truth nobody was paying him any attention now.

Naru was leaning on a goffily chuckling Keitaro and muttering into his ear. "Shee? I told yuh, but yuh nevah listen, shtupid Kweitaro... What am I evah gonna do wiff yuh, yer going t' kwill me...!"

"Oh, for the love of God!" Chisame growled, grabbing Chamo by the neck and shaking him around. "Hey, wake up, white rat! Don't you have anything to help these idiots cope with this?!"

"Ahhhh?! Bwaaaahhhh?!" Chamo gasped and choked, finally opening his reddened eyes to smile at Chisame. "What, Chi-chan, you into choking violent stuff? Not 'xactly my cuppa tea, but f'r you-!"

"CUT IT OUT!" Chisame roared, shaking him again. "Don't you have any magical fix for inebriation!? Because I swear, if I have to hear these morons going on like this 'til they pass out, I'd rather leave right now!"

"Wha, wha's intebration?" Makie burped. "Some sorta illnessh?"

"Ah, ah, bwa, dat," Chamo said in a faraway voice. "Look inta Negi's right pocket, there shoulda be a universal basic antidote f'r intoxications there... Useful stuff when dealin' wit' other magi..."

"Thanks," Chisame said gruffly, throwing him back onto the table, where he was promptly stepped on by Mutsumi.

"Ow!"

Chisame moved over to the whining Negi, rummaged through the right pocket of his pants, and pulled a small jar of green pills out. They didn't look like the Age Deceiving ones so she guessed they had to be what Chamo was talking about. There was some Latin writing in a label on it, but she couldn't read the language, so she shoved it towards Yohko's face. "What does it say here?" the girl asked.

Yohko squinted. "It says something about Wellbeing... I'm not sure, Mundus Magicus Latin doesn't exactly match ours..."

"It's not poison then, fine enough!" A fed up Chisame filled a glass with water, threw a pill into it, and then pushed it against Makie's mouth. "Here, drink this! You'll feel better afterwards!"

"'Kay," Makie shrugged, gulping the water and pill down.

Mutsumi, Midori and Kitsune kept on singing and dancing happily all the while Chisame distributed the rest of the pills, taking their tops off and leaving their torsos clad only in their brassieres. Once more, Makie stared fixedly at them, although slowly gaining a more sober air about herself.

Even though, at the same time, something predatory also began appearing in her gaze.

Chamo, having rolled down to the floor, giggled mischievously to himself while Chisame tackled the dancing trio down and forcefed them the last of the pills.

"I feel kind of weird," Naru said, staring at the ceiling. "What was that?"

"It's some universal antidote Negi had in him, and boy it worked," Chisame sighed, resting her back against a wall like the rest of them. "I feel like all of the liquor was just washed outta me in a snap."

"Same here," Ryuko nodded. "That's a miracle cure for hangovers! Why aren't mages selling this shit already? They'd become millionaires!"

"I feel very good!" Mutsumi smiled placidly. She, Mitsune and Midori hadn't put their tops back on yet, still showing their bras off. "Stronger than I've felt in, well, years! I'm anemic, you'll see..."

"Hmmmmm," Negi said. After a moment, he asked, "Chisame, you took the yellow pills, didn't you?"

Hasegawa's eyes expanded a lot. "... no, just some green ones. Why?"

Negi didn't outright answer, but started rummaging through his pockets. After pulling out more items than it should have been humanly possible to put in there, including a jar of yellow pills, he said "Oh feathers. You grabbed the sexual stimulants."

At this point even Kitsune and Mutsumi did a jarring, brutal double spit-take of utter shock. "The, THE WHAT THE HELL?!" Kono yelled. "You mean like Viagra?!"

Negi nodded. "I take them regularly since they are part of my... treatment..."

"Why, why would you even have such a thing in your pockets?!" demanded Naru.

"Do you even know what that means, and what you're saying?!" Keitaro added.

"Have you been feeding us those things all this time?!" Chisame cried.

"WHAT?! NO!" Negi shouted. "Um, well, no to your question, Chisame! Those pills are strictly for myself since without them I wouldn't have fully developed this quickly, you could call them a partial hormonal treatment based on magical applications... As for your question, Urashima-san, yes, of course I am well aware of what they do, I wouldn't have brought them to Japan otherwise..."

"Do... Do you mean that you're taking shit to make yourself sexually active?!" Kitsune gasped at the boy, her eyes actually open for once. Ah, he observed, those were such beautiful eyes. Why didn't she open them more often. "On your own will?!"

Negi nodded. "That's what I'm saying, yes. I have been chosen as a 'father of the future' who must have children to repopulate the planet after the incoming big cataclysm, so I needed to grow up fast in every sense of the term. My apologies over involving you in this."

Keitaro began edging slowly towards Negi, still willing to shield him with his body from the inevitable, incoming Naru Punch to ensue. But instead, Naru had just grown pale, gaping in a very faint tone with a very open mouth, "Big cataclysm...? You mean, like the end of the world Seta-sensei talked about...?"

"The what of what now?" Mako asked, several question marks appearing over her head.

Naru nodded shakily. "In, in the Pararakelse ruins, Sensei found some carvings recently! The natives spoke of some global disaster finishing mankind, and Sensei's still studying them, but-!"

"N-Naru, that's just some ancient myth!" Keitaro said. "C'mon, you aren't going to believe that now, are you...?!"

"It is true, however, Kei-kun," Midori said solemnly. "It's why I've been chosen too, as a Valkyrie, one of the war maidens to survive Ragnarok or die stopping it."

And she summoned her labrys into her hand.

Keitaro, Naru, Mutsumi and Kitsune stared at it with stunned terror and muted mouths.

"Oh my..." Mutsumi said then, and, anemic or not anymore, still fainted regardless.

Chamo giggled, rolling on the table and on the verge of falling from it. "Sorry, my bad...!" he said as Naru held Mutsumi and Keitaro revived the latter with some scent salts he always kept on himself for such emergencies. "It was an honest mistake...!"

"Honest mistake!" Chisame roared, starting to stomp down on the ermine. "Your birth was an honest mistake, you piece of-!"

"ANIMAL ABUSE-!" Chamo wailed.

"Wait, that weasel talks?" Keitaro asked, disturbed.

Mitsune sighed and extended a hand towards Negi. "Alright, then hand over your universal antidote so we get this aphrodisiac outta our systems already."

"It's not that universal," Negi said. "As a matter of fact, it's only designed to work against toxins, and while alcohol can count as such, a mere stimulant of fertility and sexual awareness doesn't count as such."

"You and I obviously have very different concepts of what a toxin is!" Kitsune said, a vein bulging on her head. "Why'd you need such a thing anyway, you're a hot piece of cute shota ass as it is, and- Oh crap, it's starting to work already, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes..." Negi gulped, folding his legs together to try and control the erection beginning to tent up in his pants.

Kitsune raised an eyebrow at this, curiously without opening its respective eye. "Damn, kid. Is that actually yours...? This stuff sure works, huh!"

Mutsumi giggled and rubbed the back of her head against Naru's crotch, since that part of her was being held on the other girl's lap. "Ohhhh, I think I'm feeling better again now! Much better! Don't you, Naru-chan...?"

Naru stiffened in place uncomfortably, blushing. "Um, w-well...!"

"I'm feeling hot under the collar!" Mako said, pulling on said collar to let a large cloud of steam puff off. "But not as hot as I'm feeling under the skirt!"

She then pulled her skirt up, an even bigger cloud of hot vapor emerging from around her white panties.

"Fight it!" Chisame waved a fist at her while Naru nodded very rigidly, eyes wide open as Mutsumi rubbed her crotch up and down with her head, smiling oh so pleasantly. "We aren't animals! We can fight the effects until they pass naturally! We can even piss the medication out if we drink enough! Konno-san! Bring on more sake!"

"I never thought I'd ever say this, but I don't want to drink sake right now," Kitsune said, eyes still nailed on Negi's bulge.

"But, but, but-!" Chisame protested, while Makie snuck behind her and stuck her hands under Hasegawa's shirt, fondling her breasts much like Mako was doing for Ryuko. Senketu sighed stoically. "Sasaki! S-Stop doing that right now, please!"

Makie drooled all over Chisame's back, with pink hearts in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Chisame-chan-! But I can't-!"

"I'm gonna explooo-oooode!" Mako agreed, nodding madly before just pulling Senketsu off over Ryuko's head. Once again, the uniform sighed while sailing through the air, then slamming against a wall and slipping to the floor. "Sorry, Ryuko-chan, but Mako's gotta have her snugglies...!"

"Maybe mankind isn't worth it after all..." the uniform lowly grouched to himself.

Kitsune dropped to her knees before Negi, already sounding feverish and breathing in short pants. "Sorry, but I gotta see if this is actually real, um, you know, so I know that I'm not being tricked!" Before he could protest, she had unzipped and unbuttoned the trousers, and then yanked the elastic of his boxers down. Negi's penis popped free, and it almost slapped her in the nose. "Oh, wow...! It IS for real...!"

"Whu, whu, wha!" Naru said, eyes protruding briefly like telescopes from her skull.

"What in the world is this, I don't even," Keitaro said, also feeling his pants tightening as his hands subconsciously rested on Mutsumi's hips.

Otohime opened her eyes and looked as well. She took a delicate hand to her lips. "Oh my."

Kitsune opened her mouth and began fellating the groaning Negi almost savagely.

"It feels like a key step or two has been skipped here!" Chisame yelled, Makie already having stripped her torso bare and starting to strip herself now.

Yohko really wished she could have been of any help, but Midori had already pinned her against the floor and kept her mouth tightly silenced by hers.

"I can't believe this," Keitaro's glasses fogged up as he watched Kitsune give head to Negi while pulling the boy teacher's pants down to his ankles. He was so baffled that he even failed to notice Chisame shoving Makie down to her knees and force her to start licking her down there, with a gruff growl of resignation. "I can't believe this!"

"You already said that!" Naru snapped. "Hell, Kitsune, I never thought you could stoop this low...!"

"Aaaaahhhh, Keitaro..." Mutsumi cooed, rolling over to hug him. "I feel like I'm burning inside... Sorry..."

Keitaro gulped while Naru gave him a dirty side glance. "Well, what are you waiting for? This is your cue, isn't it?"

"Naru..." he gulped. "... segawa..."

"You're getting excited by this, aren't you?" she sneered at him. "You pig."

"You can't fault a guy, Sister..." the red stain on the table that was currently Chamo opined. "And 'sides, you're feeling it too, am I right?"

"No!" Naru lied, puffing her cheeks up whole looking at Konno and the little boy. Negi was pulling back from Mitsune, taking his shirt off and revealing his decently chiseled torso.

"My my, is all of that yours, young man?" the short haired woman said like the predatory fox she was, running a hand in circles on his chest. "Nice..."

Negi, spurred on by her boldness and an adrenaline rush of his own, placed himself on top of Kitsune and began ripping her clothes off savagely as she laughed. "Ohhh, what a crazy bitch I am...! I must still be kinda drunk..."

Negi grunted something that vaguely sounded like a negation of her bitchiness, which under other circumstances would have been eloquent praise of her feminity instead. As it was, his appreciation for her willingness was expressed by his tearing apart of her underwear, leaving her in the nude under him. He took a moment to look at the small patch of silvery hair over her wet, pink entrance, and he smiled at it in almost childlike amusement.

She cooed. "Aw, Baby likes Oneechan's cunny?" she invited him, crooking a finger towards him. "Dirty kid. Show your dirty sister what are you made of."

Negi seemed to holler under his breath at the invitation, pulled her legs open, and rammed his cock into her spread pussy. "Oh fuck, I'm so naughty!" she chuckled.

"Naruuuuu," Mutsumi moaned. "Do it with Keitaro-kun already, so I can go next..."

"N-No!" Naru grinded her teeth. "That, that'd be wrong! I'm not, I'm not like Kitsune!"

The other girl looked at her. "Ara? Can I go first, then?"

"NO!" Naru sighed. "I know, I know that I'm coming off as a huge wet blanket in the way of your love here...!"

"N-Nobody has said that!" Keitaro eeped.

"But I've got a hard time coming to terms with this kinda things, okay?!" the exasperated Naru said. "I don't know well how to express them!"

"An action," Mutsumi advised her, "can speak louder than a thousand words."

"I... I guess so..." Naru said, and leaned ahead, closer to Keitaro. "Please forgive me," she asked, and then kissed his mouth before she could change her mind.

Midori and Yohko were now scissoring on the floor, a few steps apart from the other, and Ryuko and Mako were following their example somewhat clumsily, but with great enthusiasm. Every once in a while Midori's hand would wander around and cup Ryuko's ass.

Meanwhile, Mitsune and Negi...

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, baby, like that!" Kitsune screamed deliriously, her breasts jiggling back and forth with his thrusts. "You fuck me like nobody's ever fucked me before, baby! Yeah! Fuck me more! More!"

Negi strained himself, fighting his orgasm off. One of his hands applied two fingers on Kitsune's clitoris and began pushing on it hard and steady, to bring her to climax before he could. It seemed to work, as moments later Mitsune doubled back with a piercing scream of "Ngyaaaaahhhhh!"

Negi sighed, and ejaculated into her.

Everything was easier after the first step- and hurdle- of kissing the kanrinrin.

It felt almost natural now. It wasn't like she had a chance with Seta-sensei after all, Naru thought as she kissed and was kissed. She had been dumb, ever thinking she had a chance with him while Haruka-san existed. And Keitaro wasn't half bad at this, at least from her limited experience forcing her to make guesses. Clumsy and a bit too rough, as with everything else he did, but this still felt really good...

Maybe he had some experience?

Maybe that filthy child touching whore she'd once thought of as a friend- that was, until this very morning- had already done with him behind her back, and how did this stupid pervert Keitaro dared, why, she oughtta-

No, Naru told herself, shivering in his arms. No, you're doing it again! Control! Control yourself!

Keitaro's hands were nervous, shaky and unsteady. Naru quickly grew tired of them and she took her blouse off herself, pulling it over her arms. Mutsumi was a great help, unbuttoning Urashima's shirt from behind and baring her torso, which she immediately began rubbing up and down. Otohime rested her head on the back of Keitaro's neck, closing her eyes and whispering sweet words of love to him.

Naru wished she could be that romantic, too.

Negi was still on top of Kitsune, both panting and smiling at the other as they recovered their breath. She played with his hair. "You're a great lover," she complimented him. "I didn't think anyone could be this talented at this age!"

"Thank you," he said. "You were great too..."

She kissed his forehead. "Aw, so sweet! I hope I don't want to kill you after this chemical rush is over. But, while I'm still making crazy decisions, why don't you go pay Mutsumi-chan a visit?"

He blinked. "Otohime-san? But... I was under the impression that she had feelings for-"

"Well, yeah, but..." She made him turn his head towards where Keitaro and Naru were kissing, growing ever bolder and fiercer by the moment, all the while Mutsumi clung to Keitaro's back being mostly ignored. "Do you see what I mean? She'll always be the third wheel in this relationship. She needs to move on..."

Negi nodded to himself. "I see what you mean." How did Kitsune think that moving from being a third wheel in a love triangle to being the seventh or eight wheel in a polyamorous relationship was unclear even for this writer, but maybe she was a better friend than Naru believed and she was just trying to be a wingwoman in her own way. Anyway, this kind of logic was still matching Negi's so he started moving towards the trio after a gentle push in the back and a giggle from Mitsune.

As he walked in silence to face Mutsumi's back, he saw Makie and Chisame, both naked now, falling into a sixty nine on the floor, barely paying him or anyone any attention as Chamo jerked to them again, sitting by their side. Negi sighed. "Otohime-san?" he asked. "I'm sorry to intrude, but-"

"Ah, Negi-kun, could you please take my dress off while I'm busy here?" Otohime asked, finishing yanking Keitaro's pants down his legs, and then starting with his boxers. "I'm trying to help Keitaro and Naru-chan, as you can see..."

Ah, a martyr of love, Negi understood, kneeling behind her and starting to unzip her green dress from the back. He raised an eyebrow when she began pulling it down and noticed her melons were gently bouncing free without any middle step. No bra...? Maybe she was bolder than I thought, even without the chemical aid...

Well, that was good, he reasoned. At least they wouldn't have to feel quite so guilty when the effects of the chemicals passed. While Mitsune walked away to join Midori and Yohko in a menage a trois, Negi began taking Mutsumi's frilly pink panties off, and in turn Mutsumi took Keitaro's hard penis in a hand and began pumping it in her fingers.

Keitaro moaned into Naru's mouth, and Naru looked down, eyes bulging when she saw Mutsumi jerking him off. Yet this also added a new wave of strange pleasure overwhelming her righteous rage, and she moaned back, unable to take her eyes off the erotic sight. She'd seen Keitaro's keitaro a few times before, through many a hilarious misunderstanding, but this was the closest- and biggest- she had ever seen it. Could this thing really fit within her small and narrow... thing...?

As if reading her thoughts, Mutsumi smiled very cutely. "Naru-chan? Lie on your back, please..."

"I, I'm not too sure about this, actually!" Naru gasped even as Mutsumi gently moved her down, so she rested on the floor looking upwards. "I'm still a pure, innocent, virginal maiden!"

Keitaro nodded very quickly, cheeks crimson. "S-So am I!"

"Idiot, you can't, because you're a man!" Naru said. "Or what passes for one anyway!"

"That's sexist!" he opined.

"Ah, young love!" Mutsumi said musically, and yet with a hint of sadness as she wrapped her fingers on the band of Naru's panties and began bringing them down. Negi wondered why she did this. It wasn't an act of sharing like those of the girls in his collective; this felt different, even if he couldn't say why he felt so sure about it. This felt more like a prelude of giving a beloved up. Or maybe two at once. "Naru," she said then, kissing the forehead of the other girl delicately. "You love Keitaro-kun, don't you?"

"I, I, I don't hate him, even though I sure should now!" Naru gasped, her eyes nailed on Urashima's erection.

"And you love Naru-chan, don't you, Keitaro-kun?" Mutsumi asked the older boy.

"Yes," he said without hesitation.

"R-R-Really?! Me?!" The startled Naru blinked helplessly, blushing more than before, and then sighed very deeply and braced herself, looking aside. This only made her look at Mako and Ryuko licking each other while Mako gave Naru a huge thumbs up which somehow seemed to keep growing, so this probably hadn't been the best move either. Was that weird girl's thumb having a hard-on? "A-Allright, you win, you perv! I'm yours..."

Keitaro swallowed, overheating and making his glasses fog up. Drool escaped out a corner of his mouth, and he wiped it quickly with a fist, embarrassed. "A-Are you sure, Narusega-"

"IF YOU JUST LET ME HANGING DRY AFTER I SAID ALL OF THAT CRAP I'M RIPPING YOUR BALLS OUT!" the Tsundere promised.

Keitaro's face twitched. Obviously, he had been railroaded into this by an invisible hand, so what else could he do...?

"O-Okay, Narusegawa, I'm going in..."

"No, no, you can't just shove it in like this, she's still too nervous and it'll hurt her," Negi told him, stopping the older boy. "Please allow me to help you."

He put the fingers of his right hand in his own mouth and began soaking them with saliva, then grabbed Keitaro's penis and started wanking him.

"HEY!" Keitaro yelped. "What, what are you doing?!"

"Relax," Negi said, stroking Keitaro's dick up and down. Naru and even Mutsumi watched this with comically oversized eyes and wide open mouths. "This is an application of basic tantric massaging. I applied it on myself after reading about it, and it made a lot for my lovemaking with Nekane."

"Ah... Anh... Oh," Keitaro said, rolling his eyes back. "You... You'd make a good wife...!"

"HEY!" Naru growled while Mutsumi let out a little nervous giggle, a bit of blood poking out of her nose.

"S-Sorry!" Keitaro gulped, trying to shake the sudden, troubling homoerotic thoughts about this boy off. "Um, that's probably enough already! Who's Nekane?"

"Yes, it is," Negi agreed, letting go of Keitaro's pulsing manhood. He wetted his hand with saliva again, apparently ignoring the question, and then applied his massaging fingers on Naru's vulva, eliciting a long drawn moan from her, pitching above those of Chisame and Ryuko. "Calm down, have pleasant thoughts," he cooed to the girl. "That's it, you're loosening now. Good girl..."

"Thank youuuuu," Naru said, starting to understand why this brat had so many girls after him. Pervert or not, maybe Keitaro should learn a few things from him, starting with this finger thing...

Seeing the pink hearts starting to show in her pupils, Negi pulled back. "Ahem!" he rasped, moving out of the way even as Otohime grabbed Keitaro's rod and guided it towards Naru's hole. "W-Well, since the purpose of this exercise is for both of you to consumate, then this probably is as far as I should go..."

"And in it goes!" Mutsumi chirped, pushing Keitaro's thing inside of Naru. Both of her beloved gasped hard.

Otohime and Negi helped at first, grabbing them and holding them in place, guiding them back and forth and finding out that they actually had good synchrony at this task. After a couple of slow minutes, the lovers began kissing, and appeared to be gaining enough mastery of the form to let go of the training wheels.

"That's good," Mutsumi observed, letting go of them and nodding. She watched them thrust against each other, hugging, and she smiled sadly. "You are good learners..."

And she turned towards Negi, laughing weakly. "Ara ara. Sorry, Negi-kun, but this show has left me with unfulfilled needs..."

"You should wait for Urashima-san to finish, so you can take your turn with him," Negi tried to decline.

She placed her hands on his shoulders. "No. Please. I don't want to wait."

"But-" Negi still objected.

"I'm so sorry. I'll try not to faint," she said, and kissed him. Much to his surprise, it was a warm, loving kiss, and then he realized the reason behind that loving feeling. I'm sorry too, Otohime-san, he thought. I'll try to reward your kindness...

He kissed back, settling her on his lap, and then she lowered herself on his erection. He went all the way in, finding no hymen, and once again he found himself wondering about Otohime-san's mysteries. She felt a bit loose, but no pussy had ever felt bad to him so far, and this was no exception. Plus, she had the biggest breasts of any sexual partner of his so far, Hysterica included; and having them bounce on his face was certainly an added value. He began kissing and sucking them, enjoying her body heat and thrusting up into her, being careful but also mindful of her raw need for sex.

"Oh, Negi-kun," Mutsumi gasped. "Negi-kun..."

She tried her best not to look back, at the source of Naru's quiet gasps and Keitaro's loud gulps. She tried to ignore the sounds of their flesh slapping together. She did a terrible job at it. But oddly, as even while trying to hide the sounds with her own calls of "Negi-kun, Negi-kun!" this knowledge added to her current pleasure. They were happy. Together. That was all that mattered.

"Keitaro! Keitaro, Keitaro, Keitaro!" Naru howled, clenching around him and drenching his cock with her juices. "YOU IDIOOOOOT!"

"NARUUUUUUU!" Keitaro howled back, and spewed into her.

"Ngh!" Mutsumi arched her back at these words, closing her eyes and giving Negi a softer squeeze with her nethers. The added pressure made the boy ejaculate, with a deflating sigh, and then let himself rest under her, listening to her ragged, panting breathing. She had been good on her word and retained consciousness during the whole affair.

Negi was about to say something to her when the door of the room was open from the outside. Everyone present froze, blatantly caught in the acts.

"Oh crap!" Naru gaped, with Keitaro inside of her. "We forgot about her!"

"Hey, what's with all of that weird noise?" Urashima Haruka asked, walking in with two large full bags around each arm. "Are you watching hentai again, Kitsune!? I was calling for you, or anyone, to help me with these blasted- aaahhh, daaaamn," she trailed off.

The half smoked cigarette dropped off Haruka's mouth and rolled towards where Mako and Ryuko were still tangled together.

Mako put it out with a thumb and then said helpfully, "You should be more careful, Ma'am! These floors are made of wood, and this is a good way to start a fire!"

"Who the blazing hell are you?!" Haruka demanded.

To be Continued.