Chapter 4: Dark Dreams and Sibling Teasing
June 15, 2030
Outside at night, at a bridge, two figures were facing each other.
On one side was a young boy, just barely 12-years-old, with dark chestnut hair and brown eyes. He was wearing the combination of a white shirt, tan vest, and striped short shorts. He was the Ace of Tokiwadai.
The other side was 14-years-old girl with her raven-hair pulled in a high ponytail. She was wearing a dark blue sailor uniform with white slap collar. She was the local busy bee and favorite girl of misfortune.
"You fool! Why are you trying to save these assholes?! They are harassing a kid! A kid, Tama! They should be electrocuted, to death even!" The boy yelled, letting several electric sparks surrounding him and some leisurely sent to in front of the girl.
The girl just shook her head, uncaring about the sparks. She spoke with a patient voice, like a mother soothing her son. Her hands rose to the air, a sign to the other party that she did not want to fight.
"I won't ask you to forgive them, Maakun. I just wanted you to leave them no lasting damage and let the Judgment and the Anti-Skill do the rest. But you wanted to kill them. I don't want you descend to that path, Mako."
But the almost teen was hearing none of that. All he heard was that his childhood friend had betrayed his trust. Betrayed a superhero's trust. Oh, what a naughty girl she was. And naughty girls neeeeeeeded to be spaaaaaaanked. As he stretched the words in his head, the air around him was filling electricity, making him look like a Thunder God of some kind.
"You disappointed me, Tama~ A naughty girl like you needs to be punished, you know~"
And without a warning, he let a strong electric spear pierce through her body. But her Imagine Breaker would break his illusion like always, would it not?
He was slightly surprised that she did not raise her right hand to block it, but his mind was blocked by more dark and mischievous thoughts.
"You're always like that, Tama! Why don't you just agree that I can be the superhero that can protect everyone in the city!? Why don't you just stand beside me like a docile girl you should be?! Not standing in my way like this?! Be a loyal girl like you always are to me, Tama! With you being like that, I. AM. REAAAAAAALLY. PISSED. OFF!"
More electric spears shocked her to the ground, her back landing on the ground with a loud thud. In her gasping sound, Tamaki tried to speak.
"I... don't... want... to fight you... Mako. Never... want to..."
"Oh, I won't be fighting you. I will be ravishing you... ON THE SPOT." He declared as he begins to remove his school uniform. Everything dropped to the ground, until he was standing there naked, with a hard shaft thanks to the cold air. He was a little bit cold, but the discomfort only turned him on even more.
"Wh-What are... you trying... to do... Mako?... Don't... Ah!"
She wanted to speak some more yet noticed something had poked her cheek. It was him. He already crawled to her, naked. His hard-strong cock was what just poked her. He lifts her head up by her hair and slapped her across the face with his member. Heat was filling her face.
"Now, off we go~"
Makoto leaned down, his face too close to hers, their noses touching, their breath on each other's cheek. He removed the flap collar from her uniform. Then his hands slowly moved down and cupped her breasts, covered by her clothes.
"Damn, puberty hit you good, Tama. There are now two Tamas more down there~"
He swallowed his saliva, then teased her. Her face was now a blushing mess.
"Don't... Don't... do that... Mako..."
She murmured through gasps. He did not care. He processed to her buttons which kept her blazer and blouse together. He slowly took her buttons off, one by one. Each motion made her breathe more rapidly, her boobs bouncing with it. When Makoto finished her buttons on both the blazer and the blouse, her cleavage was shown to him, with her bra-covered breasts waiting to pop out.
He wiped his drooling mouth. He even knew her growing spurt was a bit later than her female friends, but now, who could even say that girl had delayed puberty? Her breasts were rounder than most of the girls around him, and he knew a good number of them.
These full breasts were waiting for him to release them from the wicked bra, he knew it.
"Now the bra." Makoto declared, pulling on the fabric. Ripping it off completely.
Her bosom, just escaping their prison they called a bra, revealed its naked glory while bouncing in front of his face. He did not need to look to know his shaft was hardened even more. "Now for everything else."
His fingers ran through her bare stomach and reached her skirt, slowly unlocking its zip and taking it off her body. Now she was naked, almost. There was still a wicked pair of innocent white panties covering her virginity.
He just tore it off like nothing.
Now his childhood friend lay before him, completely naked as the day she was born. Tamaki tries her best to cover herself, blushing in shame as she lost her dignity to the boy she occasionally babysits.
He stood before her, preparing to take her innocence away.
"Suck it." He ordered her, fapping himself to stay hard.
"Just... stop it, Mako. I... won't... You shouldn't cross... that line..."
She begged. Makoto clicked his tongue. An electric shock ran through her hand.
"Just a warning, Tama. Do as I say, or else..."
Now he thought about it, Tama rarely cared about what happened to her person. What to do, what to do? Oh, he knew now.
"Or else I'll do the same thing to your mother~ I'm sure Shiina won't mind a visit from her daughter's childhood friend, don't you think? Ta~ ma~"
"Don't touch her!" She cried out. "Alright, I'll do it! But please, don't hurt my mom."
"Perfect." He grins, before pulling some stripper heels out of nowhere and showing it to her. "Put these on and we will begin."
Tamaki could only sat up on her butt, slowly doing as he said. Cold air made her shiver, hugging her open blazer and blouse, the only pieces of clothes remaining on her effectively naked body. Obviously, Makoto did not ignore that. He just stripped them out of her quickly. Being literally naked was better than being effectively naked, he would say. And now she had to wear clear high heels, the one you usually see strippers wear.
"Now, on your knee, Tama~ Service me~" Makoto smirked, standing in front of her.
"Of course sir." Tamaki answered fearfully, moving to get down to knees and reaching out for his shaft.
"Not so fast." The Level 5 said. "Let's make this more kinky."
He moved behind the kneeling teen and found a rope that was next to her. Makoto skillfully tied her arms and wrists together behind her back, before tying it around her body and legs as tight as he could, forcing Tamaki's arms back painfully.
The teen teetered on her knees as Makoto got in front of her.
"But how am I supposed to service you with my arms tied behind my back?"
"Simple. By allowing me to fuck that pretty face of yours." He said, grabbing the sides of Tamaki's head and plunging his cock down her throat. The teen gagged and whimpered as her childhood friend roughly pounded the back of her throat, each time forcing his full length down before pulling back.
"Very nice." Makoto said. "I just love tight throats. You must be a well trained Whore. Is this really your first time?"
He pulled back to let her answer. "Yes sir." she said, a long strand of spit mixed with precum hanging from her chin. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, suddenly enjoying being dominated by the 12-year-old boy. Makoto plunged his cock back down her throat, grunting as he fucked her face.
"And do you like getting your throat fucked?." Makoto pulled back again to let the gasping teen answer.
"Yes sir. I love having a cock shoved down my slut throat. Please do it some more!" Tamaki opened her mouth wide to invite her friend to do just that, and he rammed his cock in.
"That's a good loyal girl. I think I'll feed you your first load now. Then we can start the real fun." Makoto sped up his thrusts, pounding her throat like a madman.
"Take it Tama!" The Ace groaned as his cock swelled and he pumped a nice thick load into her mouth.
An amount of cum gagged her mouth, but she could not object verbally or otherwise since her arms were already tied. She kept swallowing a bit or two of the thick liquid to make space for air in her throat, but it was not really effective. Twitching his body again, Makoto seemed to have finished his climax for the first time, so he took his meat out of her.
"Hah, Tama. You good bitch! You should have been my personal maid already. My old man and Mama can pay for your tuition!"
The girl was still lightheaded for the huge amount in her throat, not able to concentrate on most of what he said.
"You can also serve me and my old man's needs sometimes, does it sound good? Oh and Mama will want to join in occasionally, don't you think?"
"Un- Urgh... Ye—ah!?"
Regaining her clear mind, okay, somewhat a clear mind, Tamaki heard mentions about Makoto's parents. Her cheeks flushed in realization that he was suggesting a Misakafest when she was going to become the main dish for all the Misakas in his family to feast on.
"We... can talk about it. Later, I mean."
The girl looked down on the ground. She felt ashamed for what she had done with Makoto. Sure, he had functionally forced her to do things with him against her will, but a part of her actually accepted it. She felt bad for that. She was the older one, and when he was going to the wrong path, it depended on her to set him straight. But she had been scared. Rationally, maybe, what children would not want to see their parents safe. But it was her who was not strong enough for both of her mother's sake and his sake. She felt bad about it.—
—Or at least, that was what Makoto thought Tamaki was thinking. And he felt pissed off again. This damn girl still treated him like a kid even when he literally just got her a blow in her throat. He hated it.
He technically could suggest her something, not anything complicated like that doll-like Shokuhou girl in his school could, but something more than a preference. She could feel his AIM and his all person more likeable than usually with his manipulation of electromagnetism, and, if he could understand her power correctly, it would dispell his AIM usage before its establishment, not after. So, she could have a permanent, no, actually, a temporary preference for him since he needed to bet on how much an electric signal in her brains would transform from 'not established' to 'established.' She would not become his slave with that, but she would find that a life without him was always lacking something, even more than she had been, he snorted. Obviously he knew her biased opinion for him, she tended to judge him higher than she should do because they were close. He just knew. But it was not enough. He wanted her dedicate all of her person to him and his ideals.
"Tama, I will take you right now."
And without an explanation, he used his electromagnetism to send her body up to his embrace, with his long shaft already recovered. His tip moved to just outside her snatch, and he was more than ready to steal her virginity.
"Are you ready?" He asked, giving her a glance.
"Y-Yes... master." Tamaki simply gave up, accepting her new fate. "Make me yours."
"I'm glad to hear it." The young boy smiled as he pushes his tip into her honey box. Then he slowly slides his length inside her. After a few seconds, he realized that she doesn't have a hymen to block his way. "Hold it, you don't have a cherry to pop? You are a slut, aren't you?"
"No, I'm nothing like that." She shook her head. "I just had a one-night stand with two of my friends."
"Tsk. Lucky bastards. I will ask about them later." He told her as he begins to fuck her.
Tamaki seemed scared from his reaction. He smirked. It seemed like she began to depend more on him like she should already. He could try more of the suggestion trick— W- Wait! What was he even doing!? He was... raping Tamaki!?
'Hmm? What was that?' It seemed like he had thought of something strange.
He let that aside and got his focus back on his cute Tama. His length had reached into her deepest, and he kept pounding, his hands around her back. This causes both of them to moan out in pleasure. The older girl looked up to the heavens as her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Oh yeah!" He called up, picking up speed from every pound his dick made with her flesh. Tamaki's inside were in like a sauna. "Tama, you're so hot!"
"Ye—aaas, keep it up! Keep claiming me as yours, Master Makoto!"
'Waaah!' E-Even though he knew he should not think it, Tamaki looked so sexy with her face drown in pleasure like that! Wait, he should not think about 14-year-old Tamaki like tha—
'—Huh? What was that?' He felt like he had thought of something too mundane again, nothing suitable for a superhero like him. Whatever.
"Yes, yes! Scream for me, Tama! Scream for everyone to know who you belong to, Tama!"
He moved his length out and in faster while his mouth captured hers, their lips melting in each other's heat. They even started french kissing now as their tongues wrapped around each other.
Believing that this position is now boring, he flips her around into the prison guard position or simply the standing doggystyle. The 12-year-old kept on thrusting into her as he slapped her ass a bit.
Her peachy bum bounced upon the contact which made him grin. His hands was on her hips, his hips making the thrusts more passionate. He leaned down and kissed her hair. The ponytail was cute, and it was showing her delicate neck, which made him want to bite it a bit. Scratch that, he would bite it anyway.
"Your neck is delicious, so I'll take one treat, Tama."
And he hugged her close to him to lean down, his mouth caressing her neck before taking a bite from it.
"Now I am sucking your blood, I am your sire now, Tama~"
"Thank you, master. I am now your eternal servant." Tamaki smiles lustfully as her childhood friend suckles on her neck while picking up the pace.
"Get ready, because I'm about to give you mine seed." He declared, fondling her bountiful boobs.
Touching them again made him drunk in their softness already. Now squeezing them like kneading wheat flour, he wondered if he could make them even bigger. He grinned at that thought, then tried to emit a weak electric current through her boobs. Her nipples, hardened from it, were pinched by both of his hands. Which made her yelp, and suddenly he could feel his hands wet.
"Your boobs... lactate?"
"Please forgive me." Tamaki told him, slightly turning her head around. "Your shocks were just so good. Please do it again."
"You don't give me orders here." Makoto smirked, slapping her left breast. "I'm going to do it whether you like it or not."
"O-Of course." She nods quickly. "I'll remember my place."
The sound of wet skin smacking against each other was heard throughout the night as the only thing they heard were crickets chirping and crows cawing away from the bridge.
They were making love for quite some time— It was just him violating Tamaki!— now he was annoyed by this voice which sounded almost the same as his. Could he shock whatever in his head out by his own electricity? Was it even his thought? Was it caused by an external force? An electric esper? Another rising Level 4 who wanted to take his place as the newest Level 5 of th— Wait, there was another line of thought? Was that even his? Was this responsible for why he treated Tamaki lik— He could treat his Tama however he wished! He was pissed off again! Knowing his Tama now could produce breast milk from his electricity, despite it being galactorrhea, not due to pregnancy, had set his mood in a pleasant one, yet the weird voice kept talking nonsense inside his head, it was so annoying!
Makoto let out electric sparks from his body, which ironically aroused Tamaki who was ignorant of his mental problems.
His cock was also strengthened by it, unironically, and the fact that he was already near to cum came back to his mind.
"Now, Tama. Ready your womb, since my children will rest inside it for a while~"
"Yes master! Let me have you heir! Knock me up!" She moans like a bitch in heat.
And so the Level 5's cock exploded, painting her insides white with his seed.
"Fuck yeah!"
Tamaki gasped in elation, her mind in a state with an undescribable level of pleasure. Her limbs jolted up with the shocks sent through her body, becoming awkwardly abundant. If not for him still holding her body close, she would have fallen down.
"Maaa—aaaster..."
"Take it. Take it all!"
Tamaki and Makoto are now inside a room inside a love hotel as the dark chestnut preteen was taking her in the doggystyle.
Two hands supporting her from the bed, Tamaki was being pounded by Makoto from behind. It was already the third round and she began to feel fatigue over her body. Even Makoto's electric massage could not ease her tiredness, not to mention he had pulled quite a frank when she had been forced to go to the hotel with her tattered clothes, her bra and panties completely ruined.
She moaned with a sexy voice, still in ecstasy despite not in her best mind. The blue-eyed teen was still upset that he threw her old shoes and socks over the bridge a into the river. Well she'll make do with the heels, she likes them after all.
"Tama, you have the voice of a songstress." He commented, still banging her. "Perhaps I should have you perform in front of my family, so they can hear as well."
"You're too kind sir." Tamaki simply said as her bosom bounced from every trust he made.
"Oh, I know! You can invite the street singer friend of yours and perform for me! And you two can worship my great cock!" Makoto laughed, slapping her ass slightly multiple times.
"You... mean... Arisa?" Tamaki asked between gasps, which actualy earned her a nod from Makoto. She did not see it anyway.
"Ah, Arisa is her name huh? A pretty name for a pretty girl! Oh, what's that, Tama? Are you jealous?" He teased her through the thrusts, his balls ready to burst again.
"Aaa... You're mean... For that, I don't... really. Arisa is a good... friend, and if she fancies you... I won't complain if we both... serve you..." With each thrust much faster, Tamaki found it hard to get her voice out easily.
'Tamaki knew a girl named Arisa? She never told me that? When did she know that girl, I wonder?' Knowing better, 'Makoto' thought quietly. 'He' did not want Makoto to hear 'his' thoughts.
Deciding she had enough spanks, he grabbed her head to bring her closer to him. Makoto even had a hold of her nose, causing her to breathe in her own snot.
"That's what I like to hear." He whispered in her ear, before giving it a lick.
The 14-year-old was then pushed her down, making her breasts press against the fabric, as he continued thrusting himself inside her.
'I don't even know why I'm doing this.' 'Makoto' spoke in his thoughts as this act of debauchery escalated.
'Shut it, you! She deserves this.' Makoto argued with the other voice. 'The only person to blame is herself. None of this would happened if she stayed the nice girl she was.'
After hearing those words, the other voice became silent now. For the moment.
"I believe this time we wrap this up, don't you think?"
"Y-Yes..." She moaned, feeling him throbbing within her. "Do it inside me! Please!"
"Oh? So you do want me to finish inside? In that case..." The dark chestnut haired young man calmly stated before pulling her arms, which made her arch her back. "I'll give them all to you!"
"Yes! I want to have a Level 5 child!" Tamaki screamed out as her childhood friend started slamming into her faster and faster. "Master, I really do want it!"
Suddenly, she felt his seed flow within her womb once again.
Their bodies were shaking as they basked in the aftershock of their own respected orgasms. With that done, the raven-haired beauty laid flat on the bed and had her tongue out and twitching. A large amount of love juices and semen made a small puddle on the bed.
"You are a great toy and stress reliever, Tama." Makoto told her, looking at his handy work. "Now before you go freshen up... I believe you have a rod to clean."
Slowly sitting up, she crawled over to him and began 'servicing' his shaft by giving it a spitshine.
'I shouldn't think like that, but Tamaki surely looks sexy, being obedient like that. I like her normal side when we are having s— Wait, why am I thinking like that? Isn't it like the first time we do... this?' 'Makoto' thought wildly, realizing something was wrong with 'him.' 'He' became suddenly scared. Could it be that 'he' was not even from this world where 'he' abused 'his' childhood friend like some toy like this? What was 'he' even? Could it be that 'he' was in a dream, a nightmare to boost, and this dream was about the other him of this world outside his mind? Could 'he' even survive if the Tamaki of this world touched 'his' other self with her Imagine Breaker, given that 'he' was an alien of this world?
Makoto could not even pick up what the other line of thought was about, since he was enjoying being cleaned up by his childhood friend turned maid. All of the dark thoughts he had had about her earlier almost dissipated, yet he still felt the pleasure of a dominance towards his lovely maid. He still considered her his childhood friend, a girlfriend or a wife even, and would stop at nothing to protect her, well, except from his own machinations actually, just he would not let her hear this thought or else she might have a different idea, but this other feeling of the capital 'D' in a dominance and submission relation was pretty addictive. No wonder people liked BDSM. He even liked the other interpretation of D, the small 'd' in bondage and discipline. He practically disciplined her into such an obedient girl that she should have been.
The dirty cock of his was currently being wrapped and licked by her tongue, which made him feel like on clouds. He patted her head, awarding her as a good girl she was. He considered giving her one more load to her womb, but then resisted it, barely. He was spent, actually. If push came to shove, he might even become bedridden for the next few days, or even the next week, and that would not do, he could not have sex with his beautiful wife like that. Well, the thought that he would receive his Tama's nursing when it came to that was not bad a fantasy, and they would have recovery sex some days later when he was getting back some of his strength. Oh, thinking of that made his shaft hard again.
Screw that.
He pulled her head out of his shaft. Holding her hands, Makoto tugged her from the bed and pulled her body on his lap, his meat just outside of her entry right now.
"I changed my mind. Do it once more with me before your bath, my w— Tama!"
He almost called her his wife in front of her. What a tsundere— Wh- What the hell was that other voice saying? W- Wait! Or was it his own voice? Damn, embarrassing. It was all Tama's fault that he would be embarrassed like this. He suddenly thrusted into her, which made her jolt in surprise, but not in unpleasantness.
'I feel stupid seeing that. It seems like Tamaki was right, I have always been a tsundere like those shounen manga heroines, no matter which world I am in.' 'Makoto' sighed in defeat, not even bothering hiding 'his' thoughts from 'his' other self. 'Oh well, better make the most of it while it lasts.'
'He' finished his thoughts nonchalantly, seeing his other self already pounding his Tama wholeheartedly.
"Tama, Tama, Tama!" Makoto chanted, as if fearing she would leave him when he stopped calling her like that. In that moment, he suddenly became a plain Makoto, not her 'Master Makoto' as they had established from the beginning of this session of theirs. He could swear he saw her kind smile, like a mother, when her hands were wrapping around his neck.
"I am here, Mas— Mako. Tama is here. Mako's Tama is here." She soothed him, her affectionate voice as gentle as a lullaby. He almost wanted to call her his sister, or even his mother. He resisted that, but he would allow her to be her motherly side like that for a while. He loved it, really. There was no merit to lie inside his head. Not when her soft body was that close to his heart. It was reassuring, having her squishy boobs and silky skin pressing against him like that.
Her walls were tightening more from the length of his erection. His crown jewels now were prepared again. Heh, his 'Tamas' were ready to burst into his Tama, Makoto snorted at the thought.
With a short series of jamming, his cock exploded into her squeezing muff, covering her inside with his white liquid again.
They hugged each other tightly through the joint climax, with Tamaki's head hiding into his shoulder.
"Mako... Mako... Mako..."
With that finishing moan, Makoto's world became white.
June 16, 2030
Tokiwadai Middle School Dormitory in District 7
Head Resident's Room
The Ace of Tokiwadai gasped awake from his vulgar dream, sweating all over. Apparently he was sleeping in the nude throughout the night, which was strange because he usually doesn't do unless he was very comfortable.
"What. The. Hell." Makoto blurted out, confused about what he experienced.
Lying at his right was an older woman with brown long hair, beautiful features and curvaceous body as the Venus' in Botticelli's painting. And like Venus, she was as bare as born, her bountiful breasts provoking him to mess up with them. This is Ryouko Kan, the Tokiwadai Head Resident of the District 7 dorm and the aunt of his roommate, Kuroko Shirai.
He instinctively poked the left of her naked breasts, earning him a soft moan from the woman. Apparently, he had had quite a passionate night with her here, in her private room. Which, normally, is morally wrong for him to sleep with an older woman. He felt like he could not complain, like he had forgotten something.
Ryouko slowly started to wake up, giving and yawn, before looking at her lover with a bright smile.
"Good morning, Makoto."
'Well... I guess after the awesome threesome with Tamaki and Seiri, I returned quite late and as a compensation, I slept with my sexy Ms. Kan here. Quite a ride that I have done there.' Makoto recollected what he had done the night before. He scratched his cheek, grinning sheepishly at Ryouko's greeting.
'Hope that Tamaki won't get jealous... Wait, am I disappointed at the chance Tamaki will -not- be jealous?' He pouted briefly, before looking at Ryouko again.
He greeted her back. "Hey, Ms. Kan. Hope I didn't have bad sleeping habit yesterday."
"Not at all." The older women told him, sitting up to reveal more of her irresistible figure.
His eyes were having a feast with the bouncing breasts in front of him, her red nipples shamelessly swinging before his face as if wanting him to suckle them... Why did he feel like he had forgotten some juicy details from his wet dream just now? Anyway, his shaft was revealing itself, despite being covered by the white bed sheet. Ryouko threw him a quick grin, though her face returned to the strict persona of a dorm supervisor immediately.
"I see after yesterday, your body still considers my humble body desirable. But everything should be done in its due time, now is for school, am I not right? You should return to your room and prepare yourself, Mr. Misaka."
"R-Right." He realized as he begins to get out of bed, Ryouko made room for him. He then begin picking up his clothes that were scattered on the floor. But before he can put his underwear on, the Head Resident moved behind him and grasped his cock. The mature woman begins to whisper in his ear.
"And remember, as far as everyone else is concerned we never fucked each other's brains out." She told him, while wanking his shaft.
"Aaa... Ryouko, my..." He groaned as her delicate fingers ran through the length of his member, quickly arousing each weak spot of his, making his balls already hardened.
"Shh... I guess I'll allow you to call me by that inside this room for now..." She licked his ear, her fingers continuing her conquest. "Now, cum for me, Makoto."
She blew a breath on his lobe, making him tremble with stimulation.
"Aaaah!" He yelled as his toughened boner surged up, shooting fluid over her hand which had caught up with his tip, some of it dripping on the bed sheet, dirtying it. The dorm supervisor moved her hand towards her face and licking it.
"Good boy." She smirked and gave him a smooch on his cheek, then patted his shoulder. "Now, hurry back to your room. We can meet up later if you wish."
The Level 5 turns around for a second to face the Head Resident, smiling at her.
"Yes ma'am." He told her, giving the mature woman a surprise kiss on the lips. "Thank you for your time."
"No problem, my cute stud." She smiled, kissing him back and giving the young man a love tap on his ass. "Now get going, you."
The electromaster got out of the room and used his fastest speed allowable in the acceptable speed limit in the dorm, which was actually not faster than jogging speed much. He walked fast in the empty corridor, sometimes jogging, and finally reached his shared room with Kuroko.
Room 208
Greeting him inside his room was a flying object with twintails coming over him for a hug.
"OOONIIIIII-SAAAMAAAAAA!"
"Whoa, Kuroko?!" Makoto was surprised from the sudden hug attack.
"Onii-sama, I was worried sick about you." The teleporter told him. "When I came back, I noticed that you weren't in the room. What happened?"
But before he can explain everything, his roommate noticed something off. She started sniffing around him and saw a little glitter on his cheek.
"Is that... lip gloss on your cheek?" Kuroko questions, suspiciously, looking at her roommate and crush.
"Well, I went past curfew and needed to write reports about that in Supervisor Room. When I finished I noticed it was too late so I slept back there."
"But that doesn't explain the scent and lip gloss on your face." She continued, staring at him.
"Well, to tell you the truth... Yesterday during lunch, I... had sex with Tamaki and her roommate." He admitted.
"You... WHAT?!" Kuroko shouted. And before she could cause any more ruckus, Makoto shut her mouth with his palm.
"Keep your voice down!" Makoto told her, calming her down. "It's still early in the morning."
"S-Sorry, Onii-sama." She apologizes, lowering her voice. "But then that means, you're no longer a virgin. Which means... I lost my chance of both of us giving each others purities."
"What is it with you and I having sex?" He questions, looking at her suspiciously. 'I can't let her know that I slept with her aunt, otherwise I won't hear the end of it.'
"Well... That's because..."
"It's my life so I will only have sex with anyone I like, okay? Don't just assume I will have sex with you just because you want it!" Makoto grumbled, his voice a bit impatient.
He did not notice the tears on Kuroko's eyes soon enough, but he realized soon when he heard her sobs.
He just sighed.
"Look, Kuroko. I appreciate your feelings towards me, okay? I just feel you are expressing it in an excessive way that I cannot approve, manipulating for Kiyoshi's room change, overacting whenever there is a girl, hell with that, even a boy who comes in the 5m radius from me. Even my old man is more tolerable than you! Not to mention you don't exactly care for my own feelings. So, well, guess I'll just say it: if you want us to continue to be friends, at least show me you can actually care for my own person. Until then, I'm afraid we need to stay away from each other for a while. Perhaps I need to tell Ms. Kan I want to change to another room."
"What, no?!" She cried out, not wanting to be separated from him. "I don't want that to happen. Please reconsider."
"Have you ever considered for my situation? Have you?"
Damn it, he hated it when he needed to scold her like that, but it should be for her sake too.
"I-I." The auburn pigtail girl tried to speak, but she is just closed her mouth.
"That's what I thought." He sighed again, hiding his face with his palm. He could not look at her right now, or else he would spoil her again. "Let's temporarily change rooms, Kuroko. At least give me some space, for the time being. I will still meet you as usual, we just won't have our time in a shared room is all."
"Yes, Onii-sama." She finally answers, still feeling sad. "Where are you going to be?"
He shrugged his shoulder. He was actually surprised that with Tokiwadai grouping a boy and a girl in a same room like that, he still did not hear of any unwanted pregnancy.
"I might end up in Kongou, Kiyoshi, Hokaze, or Shokuhou's room for all I know. Well, perhaps not the last one. Because she might do the same thing you do." He told her. "Maybe I'll ask Ms. Kan if I can stay in her room temporarily."
"Okay."
'Oh dear, Ryouko will have something to say to me later.' He slightly shivered. Still... he would not lie that if Kuroko had behaved better, he would have had sex with her willingly. He shrugged the thought, taking his new uniform to the bathroom to change.
Meanwhile...
Ruiko's Residence
Satou woke up at the sunrise, shining out the window. He gave a stretch and a big yawn.
"Now that was a good night sleep."
He did not dream of anything, too. He totally had slept like a log. After a good sex, a good talk, another good sex and finally a good sleep, Satou Kamijou was now completely full of vigor.
"Now, let's wake the Sleeping Princess!"
He turned to his left and saw his black long haired princess still asleep. What a lazy girl that girl was!
"Heyyyy~ Ruiko, wake up! We need to clean ourselves, have breakfast and go to school soon!"
He shook her shoulder, but received no response from her. Feeling a bit dispirited, he changed his plan.
Leaning down next to her head, he mumbled her ear.
"If you don't wake up, little Satou will take you for a feast, you know."
Unfortunately, she was still sleeping.
He sighed, realizing that she's a heavy sleeper. Then an idea came in his head, which made him smirk mysteriously.
"Okay, time for plan b." He declared, getting out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Once he was there, tht young Kamijou turned on the heat exchanger in the water faucet and changed it to the coldest it could provide. Then he opened the tap to fill the bathtub with ice cold water. He did not believe anyone could sleep in this temperature.
"Excellent." Satou smiled.
After that was done, he walked back into the bedroom and picked up his girlfriend like a princess. He then begins walking back in the bathroom. Now they are near the bathtub. The brown haired boy looks at Ruiko for a moment, before dropping her in the water.
"In you go!"
Splash. Splash. Splash.
The sound of a weighted object falling into a liquid was heard, with it came the sound of hands and legs squishing in water.
"Gah! Baaah! Waaah!"
Ruiko was pushing her own naked body from below the water surface to gasp into air.
"Tada."
"Grrrgh... Cold... Gaaaaah..." She moaned in defeat, her hands weakly resting on the edge of the bathtub and pulling herself out of the cold hell.
She succeedes in difficulty, yet she did not look amused a bit.
She still felt lightheaded from the dream... but, what dream, exactly? She could not remember any details, she just knew she had had a dream. Now she could not even sure if it was a wet dream or not, since she was wet from head to toe.
Getting back to the case, Ruiko almost yelled at the current other resident of her room.
"What was that for, Kamijou!? Are you trying to kill me!?"
"So sorry." Satou told her, laughing a bit. Make that a lot. "I was trying to wake you up, but you just kept on sleeping. So I decided that throwing you in a tub full of cold water will wake you up. And it did!"
"Oh, you done it now!" Her blood began to boil as she tries to get out of the bathtub. "You're dead!"
Satou eyes widened in fear, booking it.
Ruiko grabbed a towel on her way and ran after the bastard, who was already on his run. She quickly covered her body with the warm thing. She did not need modesty right now, just some warmth!
She also grabbed a mop on her way. She chased down the brownhead from the bathroom to the kitchen, to the balcony, to the bedroom and back to the bathroom again. How the hell they could play a chasing game in this relatively small room was beyond her.
Anyway, now the enemy was cornered, some asses needed to be kicked!
"KAAAAAMIIIIIJOOOOOOOOU." The black haired girl spoke in a sweet, yet sinister, voice as she slaps the handle of the mop on her hand. "Looks like the tables have turned."
"No, don't hurt my Johnson!"
"You think you are funny, huh?!"
And the rain of hits began, all starting from a simple prank. Legend had it a certain blob of meat was found under a bridge where two teens liked to have their lovers squabble. Others said they still heard of a murmuring voice spouting about all kinds of fetishes in School District 7.
Well, actually, let's return to the continuing reality a bit.
Satou Kamijou was not being massacred by Ruiko Saten. He was only beaten into a pulp with a certain mop, which would earn it the nickname BRAUN's bane (anti-prank9)... Actually, it did not receive any nickname.
All the beatings left Satou a bloody nose and some bruises, but that was all about it.
If a certain unfortunate girl knew about it, perhaps she could destroy her new sister's illusion and save her brother's ass, but, as she always said about her fate, such misfortune. But now, it was for her brother.
"There." The Urban Legend hummed, tossing the bloodied mop to the side. "Now you'll never do that again, correct?"
"Ha-Hai." He bluntly answers, covering his nose. "I'll go freshen up and make myself presentable for school."
"Very good." And then she kicked his ass to the bathroom, when she changed out to her uniform in her bedroom. Or more accurately, the area where her bed was. Now, she was beautifully dressed, full of energy even. Beating the jerk was surely worth it.
"I doubt I'm going to have time to make breakfast for us." She told herself, straightening her clothes out. "I guess fast food is in order."
Moments later, Satou came out with his own uniform. On his nose was a couple of bandages and band-Aids on his injuries. If he kept it up, he would look like a Mummy.
"Heh." Ruiko snorted at her boyfriend turned part-mummy. "You can audition for a mummy role now."
She then hugged one of his arms and practically dragged him to the dining table.
"Come on, servant of the Scorpion King, I already call for some pizza and coke."
It seemed like she had already forgot his prank earlier.
'Gods, this girl is easy to please. But I won't tell that on her face.' Satou grinned at his thought. "Did you had a good night sleep?"
He was barely stepping on a minefield from that question, but his girlfriend decided to calmly answer.
"Apart from your 'Wake up call', it was strange." Ruiko told him, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't remember much about what happened."
"Hmm... Well, sometimes we just forget our dream as soon as we wake up, or that we're distracted enough to recall it, and when we finally remember we have a dream, we already can't call up its details." Satou hummed.
"Is that so?" Ruiko, after getting him down on one cushion, sat down on his right side. "I am still curious about my dream last night though. I hardly forget them. Ey~" She let out a mix of a sigh and a purr.
"I do have one method, but we will need to ask a favour from Tamaki, since one of my sister's friends can do that." With a price of her dignity, Satou mischievously added in his thought.
"Sure. We can do that." She answered as the couple waits for the food to arrive.
They didn't have to wait long, because the doorbell rang. Indicating that their pizza has arrived.
"Coming!"
Greeting back the polite brown-haired curvaceous delivery girl, Ruiko gave her payment in cash and took the package. Closing the autolocking door, she then returned back to the table and took pizzas out of the boxes.
"Two pizzas with pepperoni, green peppers and seafood! And two cokes to soothe your stomach!"
"Thanks." He smiles, taking the box and the bottled soda. "Our life together has been a wild one, huh?"
"Care to elaborate." She asked as the Level 0 started to dig in.
"I mean, our life is kind of similar to the concept of that American show 'Sex and the City'. The same with my older sister." Satou explains.
"Oh, that? At least it's fun, isn't it? And it's not like I am taking our safety for granted, but our wild ride is protected, somewhat, by our own efforts and friends, and sometimes by the teachers, right?" Ruiko said, then took a bite on her first slice. She chewed it, enjoying the fast food. Swallowing it, she suddenly recalled what they had talked about the previous night.
"So, will you confess to Sister today? Or will you wait until we ask her about my dream and get done with it first?"
If she was guessing right, the boy before her would take a spit-take soon. Three, two, one...
"Both!" He blurted out. "Both is good."
"Both? Are you really that desperate?"
"I-I mean, either! Either is okay with me! But we should focus on your little business first, or else things might get awkward! Yeah!"
Seeing Satou flustered like that, Ruiko could not help but laughing out loud. That was for his prank earlier. Not like she was the type to hold a grudge. Not at all.
"Sure. We can wait until my memories are fixed... And perhaps later today we can get all of the details on Sister Tamaki's love life."
"Oh, definitely."
"And after that Mr. Kamijou here may want two black-haired cuties to worship his cock as if they are loyal maids to a master of a mansion, right?"
Ruiko grinned, her hand forming an finger gun and doing a pretend shooting an imaginary bullet to Satou's direction.
"Definitely." He agreed, before taking a sip of his soda. "Let's eat more and head to school."
"Right."
The two enjoyed their pizza and drinks, and about ten minutes later, they finished their meal.
"I guess that's it. We can throw these boxes to the bin outside and let the cleaning robots take care of them."
Satou suggested, and Ruiko nodded at his idea.
After finishing, they closed Ruiko's room door and left for Sakugawa Middle School.
Upon reaching the gate, the couple spotted Uiharu about to head in. Grinning mischievously, Ruiko started to stealthy sneak over to her best friend. When she got there, the Urban Legend Hunter automatically flips her skirt.
"Morning, Uiharu!" Ruiko announced, causing the hacker to gasped.
"Saten! Again?!" Kazari was shocked, quickly covering herself, while turning around to playfully beat on her best friends chest with no success.
It turned out Saten was doing her usual ritual to check if her friend wore panties or not, which was always refuted for who knew how many times by the flower headband girl.
(CHOP)
And the younger Kamijou did his duty as always.
"Bad, Ruiko. Don't bully Uiharu as soon as you meet her!"
"Hehehe, my bad." She told her lover, sticking her tongue out playfully.
"Geez. Hey, Uiharu. How do you do?" Satou turned to greet his classmate, hoping the girl would be distracted from the effect of Saten's cruel prank.
"Ah, yeah. I am fine. How are you, Kamijou? Did you contact Senpai- I mean, your sister later? Is she okay?"
Uiharu replied, but changed her topic to Satou's sister quickly.
He scratched his cheek, trying to choose his words wisely.
"Y- Yeah, she is fine. A good rest was all she needed. She asked me if she could have your number, so I sent her already. You don't mind that?"
"No, of course not. I did ask you her number after all. So she won't mind if I chat with her, will she?" Uiharu's eyes seemed to be shining, which made Satou gulp a bit.
"A- Ah yeah, I'm sure she won't mind."
"Thank goodness." The flower headband girl exclaimed with a bright smile. Then she took a look at him and noticed his face. "Are those... bandages? What happened to your nose?"
"I fell and then bruised it." Satou lied, scratching the back of his head. "Plus I got some scrapes as well."
"Is that so? I am almost scared that you've fought with someone! You should be careful, too. Or else Saten and Senpai will be worried!" The classmate enthusiastically exclaimed her concern, which made someone he had fought in question jolt in surprise.
As if to ease her own inconvenience, Ruiko decided to attack Uiharu's skirt again. Not on his watch!
He tugged Uiharu into his direction, instinctively throwing her into his embrace, avoiding Saten's incoming demonic hands.
"Oi Rui, stop that!" He almost shouted, still hugging his other classmate. Who was as red as a tomato currently.
Ruiko blinked, seeing her best friend flustered in the younger Kamijou's embrace. Hey, was it not that Uiharu was also black-haired?! Had she just jinxed it when she had joked about 'two black-haired cute maids serving a young master'?!
That, or she just forgot that black hair was a majority in the Japanese population in general and possibly Academy City's residents specifically.
Being hugged by a boy her age was embarrassing! Or so Kazari thought. She tried to signal him by sending weak hits on his hands but she was so weak that he did not even realize.
Not having any other choice, the embarrassed girl just voiced her thoughts.
"Um! You can let me go already!"
The boy immediately realized he was hugging her all this time, and he quickly released her. But... 'Oh boy, a girl's body is really soft. I know it firsthand but am still surprised.'
"Oh, of course." He nods, finally releasing her. The same red color was on his cheeks. "Sorry about that."
"N-No trouble at all." She assured him, turning her head to the side. 'Why is my heart skipping so much around him? He already has Saten and Misaka possibly has feeling for Senpai, I don't have any chance to fall in love.'
"Hey, do you have any plan after school? If not, want to come with us and Tamaki to Tokiwadai? Well, actually, some place near Tokiwadai." Satou scratched his cheek again, abusing it for good.
"Sure." Uiharu nods, agreeing. "Did something happened?"
"Well, seems like I can't recall my dream last night~! So I decide to ask for help, and Satou suggests we come to one of Sister's friends. So here we are~!" Ruiko cheerfully said. After yesterday's date with the Tokiwadai duo, she had changed her biased opinions about students from high class schools in general. And with her trust for her new sister, Tamaki's friend could not be too bad.
"Oh, what a coincidence. I have a similar problem too." Kazari admits as well. "I was able to wake up this morning and I completely forgotten my dream. Do you think it's connected?"
"Well, only one way to confirm. And we'll do it this afternoon." Satou hummed mischievously. "To be honest, I do not even ask Tamaki yet, but with her, I believe she will gladly ask that friend of hers to help you for sure. After all, it is her cute junior and her brother's girlfriend who are in distress."
"C-Cute? Me!? I-I am n-not cute!?" Kazari stuttered, not sure about what to say about.
"Oh, obviously. She always asks about you first whenever we talk to her about our school. Even Ruiko here who recently becomes somewhat a sister to her still has to settle as her Number 2." Satou told her, trying to boost her confidence up.
"Well, she does like taking care of those younger than her, if I take what I saw in Sister those days right. And Uiharu has to be her favourite. She is cute after all." Ruiko also added her thoughts.
"How about I ask Misaka and Shirai too to confirm our Uiharu's cuteness?" Satou grinned, seeing his efforts of complimenting his friend already paid off.
The flower headband girl was blushing up a storm from that comment.
"L-Let get going, before we're late." The embarrassed Uiharu told them, walking away, as she heads towards the school.
Her friends were just standing there, looking at each other.
"Guess we teased her too much." He sheepishly admitted towards his girlfriend.
"Probably." She agreed. "But you know something, she may act coy but when push comes to show she'll become a freak."
"Is that so?" Satou grinned as he gives her a tap on the ass. "You really do have a dirty mind, huh?"
"I learn from the best, after all." Ruiko gave a smug look before giving her boyfriend a peck on the lips. "Let's head inside. I can't wait for your sister to give us all the details."
"Very well."
After school time passed, noon.
Outside of the school building, three students were standing on the school ground. Two of them were arguing about something.
"Are you serious that you don't even recharge your battery and now can't call Sister?"
"Geez, I didn't expect it would drop to 0. I even planed to recharge it after we returned from that sweets shop near Tokiwadai."
"So, all now depends on me to call her? Geez, such a hopeless boyfriend. I wonder what I see about you."
"Hey, that's cruel! I will cry, you know!"
Seeing her friends teasing each other like that, Kazari could not help but finding it funny.
Yet she still felt a bit lonely. She did not want to show it on her face so she tried to think about something else. Oh right, getting to know a cool senior like Senpai should get her more chances to know about the adult world, perhaps Senpai might even take her out to some fun activities when they had winter break and spring break. Perhaps she could even make friends with other cool older people like Senpai. Thinking of that made Kazari drowned into her fantasies. And as always, when she dreamed, she dreamed erotic. A blush already covered her face. She was dreaming about Senpai and Satou taking her to a vacation on an island, and then they would go out to explore a jungle nearby, and then they would—
"Hey, Satou, Ruiko, Kazari. Rare to see you three come to my school like that."
—And then Senpai's voice, real voice, she needed to emphasize, had broken her from the erotic adventures about two girls and one boy alone in a jungle— Wait a minute, why did she imagine Senpai and her classmate in an incestuous relationship like thaaaaat!?
"Ah! Hi! Good afternoon, Senpai!"
Jolted from her imagination, Kazari tried to keep her composure but failed miserably.
"Hi, Kazari. I see my cute junior is doing good." Tamaki smiled as both her and Aizawa were right by the school entrance, while other students are heading out from the gate or heading around the school for clubs.
"Hey, kids. Nice to see you again so soon." Her friend also greeted them.
"Hey, Sis. Hey, Pierce." So did Satou.
And then her brother suddenly reached his hand to take hers.
"I need a moment to talk about our reason here with Sister, so you girls chat with Senpai a bit. We'll be back immediately."
Then he dragged his sister to a school corner nearby. Tamaki shook her hand out of his, feeling uncomfortable with his action.
"Why so secret, brother? Not to say, 'Sis'? I feel something weird will happen whenever you call me by that." She mumbled the last part, yet her brother heard it anyway.
"Well, Sis... Okay, Tamaki. It's just, can you ask for another favour from Shokuhou for us? I know my ridiculous transformation yesterday has caused you to be in debt with her already, but... it seems like Ruiko and Uiharu really need her help, Sis."
"What happened?" She asked him.
"Apparently, Ruiko and Uiharu couldn't remember any of their dreams last night. Plus this morning, my girlfriend was still sleeping when I was waking her up."
Tamaki opened her mouth, but immediately closed it. She did not comment anything about his transformation too.
She had a fear that it was the exactly same thing happening to her and Seiri. Even without concrete proofs. What should she do now? Should she hide it for not causing more chaos and solve it herself, with Misaki's help? Or should she tell them half-truths and negate the ability, whichever kind it was, from affecting the girls? But doing that would mean...
'They will see our bad ends in that land.'
She glared at her right hand, feeling her eyes a bit wet already.
"S-Sis?" Her brother's voice was full of worries. Could it be she had cried in front of him?
'What should I do now?'
Wiping the wetness over her eyes, she tried to think of other solutions aside from the two ones she had thought of. Yet, it seemed to get back to the first methods.
'Should I... share this with my brother?'
She... could trust her brother, right?
"Sis?" His voice was still worried, yet he seemed to see something different in her or so she hoped.
"Let me tell you what Seiri and I dreamed of last night..."
Tamaki begins telling her brother what she and her roommate had experienced in their dreams. She even told him who she saw in there as well. The final part shocked him the most, especially hearing the part about his girlfriend getting the fuck of her life from orcs.
"I don't know exactly what it is, but it is as real as you and I, no matter how much a dream it could be. I... don't want them to see that, even if it means lying to them. I... even don't want Seiri to have seen that if I could, but she already did. If... if only I were the only one who needed to see it..."
Tamaki mumbled, tears running out of her eyes. She was scared by that experience, yes, but she feared more that other people would have that experience like her. She wished she could—
"The hell are you saying, Tamaki?"
Satou's angry voice interrupted her self-denoucing thoughts. He stepped closer to her, his hands grabbing her arms.
"Hell with that! Why are you even thinking like this? You are also a human for fuck's sake, Tamaki. Don't take away your right like that. You don't have to suffer as well as everyone shouldn't. I mean, I do want the two of them to never experience known pains like that, but I also loathe that you had to suffer it already. Do you even know what I am thinking when you are condemning yourself like this, Sis?"
And he hugged her, holding her fragile body in his arms tightly. Tamaki was shocked at his sudden affectionate actions.
"Do you know that it pains me whenever you're hurt? Do you know that my heart pains so much when you are hospitalized, you bastard? You damned idiot! Stop for a moment and care for yourself, will you?"
"Satou..."
"What I'm saying is... is that... Is that I love you, Tamaki." Her younger brother confessed, putting his hands on her shoulders. "More than just a sibling or family should. I love you as a woman, I love everything about you. With your unique personality, your courage, your desire to help others, being clumsy, and the fact that you're a huge pain in the ass sometimes."
Before she can comprehend what he said, Satou grabbed her head and pressed his lips against her own.
She could not do anything when his lips were caressing hers. No, it was more like her body felt so redundant that her limbs could not move much. She was not physically weaker than him, practically speaking. But she could not muster any strength against him. Or more like, she did not want to.
Her brother loved her.
Her brother loved her not only as a family, a brother, but also as a man.
Her body melted as his hug was tighter, his kiss becoming deeper. Her lips were still passively receiving his own's loving acts. She could not think of anything.
Her brother loved her.
Then his tongue invaded into her mouth. She still did not react in any way. The gap between being self-deprecation and being loved was so far that her mind could not adapt it well.
What felt like a eternity, which was actually a few seconds, Satou finally pulled away and a trail of spit followed.
Tamaki's face was flustered, her face vermilion. Which gave her brother a grin.
'She looks so cute, blushing like that. Guess my face is like that, too.' Satou shook his head, trying to control the heat coming to his face. He tried to form his words in his blushing mess of a head.
"Wow, it's... progressing better than I expect. I... thought you would slap me and then call me names... eh, call me disgusting for lusting after you or something." He said it with a sigh of relief.
Tamaki jolted. She now realized how embarrassing this situation was. This would be so weird and awkward for them from now on. But, strangely, she did not find this disgusting or repulsive like when she had thought about Saki and her situation. Perhaps—
"No, you don't need to answer it right now. Hell, the fact that you even consider answering it makes me glad, Sis. Thought we would have a messy breakup or something."
She heard him say that. It... was what she should do now, she supposed, so she gave him a weak nod. But, she still needed to say something.
"Just... I won't ever call you names, Satou. With or without... it, you, um are still my beloved brother. I will always, mm, love you, though I'll need time to confirm if my 'love,' urgh, is the kind that you want." She said with some difficulties, but hearing that made his face shine bright with happiness, so she guessed she had done the right thing. Still, they had a problem needed to be solved.
"Tell you what, Sis, I think I know what we should do. I come here to ask you to use Shokuhou's help, don't I? Why don't we just enlist her assistance? You free the mind block or whatever and Shokuhou pulls these dreams out of their mind, or the other way." He grinned childishly, which distracted her a bit from the very awkward moment that _he_ caused. Well, he was still her cute brother, so she guessed she had to forgive his stupid head for that. "Eh, uhm, if it makes you uncomfortable, I could think of an excuse and return home. The girls won't scold me for that, I hope."
And he surprised her again with his stupidity.
"What, no. I-I tell you to let me have time to decide, but I-I won't push you away until this. J-Just come with your sister through this, idiot!" Tamaki grumbled. Her brother could be so ignorant sometimes. But before she could give more of her scolding—
"Hey, Kamiy! And Kamiy's brother, too! Never see you visit your sister here, younger brother!"
—An irritating voice had invaded their private moment. That oh-so-familiar voice belonged to the one and only certificated biggest idiot of her class, Motoharu Tsuchimikado. What an old family name, she thought, yet his behaviour was odd all the time, not one you could imagine from those traditional families tracing back to the Heian period or something. Not to mention: his blond hair which she was sure was bleached; his sunglasses he always wore in class, which made her sometimes wonder which color his eyes were; and his out-of-place Hawaiian green shirt, sometimes open and showing his toned chest, instead of a white dress shirt as an average of a certain high school should dress in.
"Hey, Tsuchimikado." She greeted her classmate, suspicion feeling her voice. This bastard should not have already seen Satou kissing her, right?
"Student Kamijou and student Tsuchimikado? You two are still here?"
A fourth voice, young and childish, announced their appearance. Which belonged to one of the seven mysteries of her school, her Homeroom Teacher Kota Tsukuyomi and local favourite shota old man in the town with the modest height of 140cm, as tall as a 3rd-grader or so. His hair was strangely pink, which could not be regarded as strawberry blonde or something, yet his face looked a bit like a foreigner, his eyes being pinkish-purple and all. He wore a light red vest over a short-sleeved white shirt, a red bow on his neck, and a pair of light yellow city shorts connected with overall straps. He was currently standing some steps behind the blonde.
"And is this your brother, my young Kamijou?" The shota teacher added, his eyes looking at the middle school boy who was in his Sakugawa male uniform.
"Yes." Satou nods. "That's me. I'm Satou Kamijou. Who are you?"
"I'm Kota Tsukuyomi, and I so happen to be your sister's homeroom teacher."
'Kota, is it? Small and... oldest? Whoever named this child must have forecast the day when he becomes a small teacher who serves as the oldest, or highest rank, in a class.' Satou smirked at his thoughts, but as if seeing knowing his thoughts, the small teacher glared at him with a... Was it disrespectful if he said that glare was a bit cute?
"Just to let you know that I am a certificated teacher and a thoroughly adult!" The small kid fumed and got his ID card out to show the disrespectful middle schooler in question.
'The hell is this? This kid is actually an adult?! He is even older than dad?!' Satou's eyes bored into the card before him, threatening to pop out of his head.
"It's my fault, Mr. Kota." Tamaki answered, bowing down. "I haven't told him about your situation."
The small adult smiled kindly at his favourite student.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault, my young Kamijou. Just your younger brother's reaction is the same as every other person, which saddens me a bit." He winked at her, as if leaving the unsaid "except for you" for her.
And the sole female blushed at that. Her younger brother noticed this.
"What was that about?" Satou questions, staring at his sister suspiciously.
"Well... it's just something between us, nothing too serious, I swear." Tamaki waved her hands as if doing that could distract her brother from being too curious about that certain past, actually, certain current part of life between her and the child-like man Kota Tsukuyomi. Her brother was not any discouraged by that, just more suspicious.
"If you say so."
"I think we should go ahead and head off." The Level 0 suggested.
"Leaving so soon, Kamiy~ Younger brother~? Guess I need to leave too, Maika is waiting for me. So long, Kota!" The fake cat man said, ending his sentence with purring like some pervert. And he waved off the other three while leaving.
"It's Mister to you, student Tsuchimikado!"
The boy-man shouted angrily. That kid never showed respect for him!
"You two have somewhere to go?" Kota asked his female student.
"Somewhere privately for our sibling bonding, Mr. Homeroom Teacher." And the younger brother replied in place of his sister.
"I see." The miniature teacher said, looking at the two. He grins. "Well have fun and... make sure you use protection. Bye."
"Wh-What are you even talking about, Mr. Kota!?" Tamaki shouted at the small man's words. "W-We don't have that kind of..."
But it was too late as the teacher already left.
"Damn it."
"Yeah, sorry for embarrassing you in front of your homeroom Teacher. But Sis, I don't know whatever that sly tiny old man was thinking, but he could have meant we should use protection with other people, not each other, but intentionally worded it like that. Damn fox." Satou grumbled, feeling irritated that his sister was pranked by someone other than him.
"Hey! It is partly your fault that I thought about that immediately when he teased us. Don't act like you are completely innocent there, mister!" Tamaki fumed. She stepped angrily out of their corner, walking away.
"Hey, I am sorry alright. It's not my intention when I told you... that." Satou called out for her from behind, before reaching where she was standing.
"Alright." Tamaki sighed, patting him on the shoulder. Though Satou still needed to ask something.
"Still, where are we going to meet Shokuhou? Do I need to do something?"
Tamaki then shrugged.
"We can probably meet her at that cafe in the Garden of Learning. Looks like you have to disguise yourself again."
"Oh boy." Satou grumbled, before his form change. "I hate it when I have to be like this. At least the heels compliment my figure. So what do you think?"
"Like if I had a younger sister."
"Let's just get this over with."
To sum up, her brother had transformed into a short black-haired girl, with blue eyes. She had on a blue ribbon headband that looks like bunny ears, but the clothes he's (She guessed he still maintained his Y-chromosome but this topic was not interesting to think about) wearing right now was lent by the bobcut black-haired girl, proxy of Misaki's power. A light yellow turtleneck sweater, a short black skirt that's barely covering half of the thighs, and a pair of brown shoes with white ankle socks, but Satou liked his heels more, so they had returned the shoes sooner than expected.
Tamaki knew the girl still heard what she talked to her, but she wanted to say proper thanks, so she had negated Misaki's ability for a moment.
"Thanks for lending us these, Yumi."
The bobcut girl, Yumi Kurokawa, jolted upon being released from her employer's control, stared at the older Kamijou for a moment and then giggled.
"She will make a fuss about this, you know. I will be envied for sure."
"Well, not my fault that she only talks to me through you. I also want to chat with you sometimes." Tamaki grinned back.
"Let's do it later. But you know my employer. The mistress will become very jealous so I may be abused a bit." Kurokawa snorted, her voice void of mallice or worries.
"It seems like you trust Misaki enough to talk about her like that. I am glad, really." Tamaki said, her voice full of warmth.
"You seem to care about Mistress Shokuhou yourself. If only she hears that directly from you, she may do some comical nosebleed and yell 'MOE' like some otaku." The proxy girl joked again. She also liked that 'Princess the Queen's Sister' as per her employer's clique referred to Tamaki Kamijou. She liked the girl enough to consider her a friend and hoped that the Kamijou girl shared the sentiment. But it was easier to make friends with her than Kurokawa had thought, and here they were.
"Well, she calls me 'My Sister,' and refers to herself as 'Your Beloved Sister.' Hard to not become close with someone treasuring you like that." Tamaki confessed. Misaki had a lot to fix, but her dedication to the people she treasured was not one of them. And Tamaki honestly liked this part of the girl.
"I see. Guess I will take my leave now, Tamaki." The proxy said her goodbye and went to the door of the changing room.
"See you soon, Yumi." And the older Kamijou gave her goodbye as well.
"Tamaki, Shokuhou is OOO!" Satou in her feminine voice stomped his right heeled foot in frustration as he crossed his arms.
"I know sister, at least she's reliable. I wish I knew why she's so paranoid." Tamaki patted Satou's left shoulder in comfort.
"Let's go to the gate already. We still need to find that sweet cafe!" Satou in disguise yelled impatiently, his voice sweet as one you could find in an average cute young girl.
"Yes, yes, my cute sister Satoko." Sadly, his sister did not share his sentiment, she only wanted to tease him.
"Hey!"
"You're the one who wants to tag with me, cute sister. So bear with it a bit. And what do you want to tell the others? That you're my brother Satou's childhood friend or something, Sa~to~ko~?" Satou obviously had put on his first wrong foot in the morning, his sister was dead set to tease the hell out of him right now.
"Might as well." He sighed in defeat, finally accepting his fate. "But please don't tell them that it's me, especially Rui. She might convince me into having lesbian sex with her or something."
He could imagine she would definitely say something, given her curiousity, sexual or non-sexual. She would be amazed with his powers, and spouting something like "Wow, now my boyfriend became my girlfriend. It still a surprise that you can make yourself into a literal girl. Say, do you actually have female parts? Like breasts, nipples, and a vagina."
He slightly shivered, shrugging these thoughts off.
"Say, I know it was in the heat of the moment, but you didn't even hesitate to transform when Ruiko was in danger, did you? So why do you want to hide it from her now?" His sister asked with a curious voice.
"Geez, you say it as if I won't do it for you, Tamaki." 'Satoko' grumbled, which made his sister blush a bit. "But yeah, when it is not a choice to hide, I will tell her. But for now, just keep it at that."
Shaking her head, Tamaki just smiled. It was her stupid and cute brother after all.
"Alright, Miss Satoko Satou. I won't say a thing about your choice now." That did not mean she needed to stop teasing.
"Hey! Don't leisurely take my name as my persona's family name!"
"Not my fault when Satou is also the most common family name in Japan."
"At least make it Takahashi or Watanabe! I feel like my life is a joke right now, idiotic sister!"
"Yes, yes, I know you love me."
"Y-You!" The younger brother turned sister stammered out when his sister said the last piece. He only knew to hang his head down on defeat, mumbling. 'How the heck can she still look so cute when she is practically harassing me like that? Am I a masochist?'
"We better get going. Wouldn't want anyone to get any ideas." The bad luck magnet girl started heading out the door. Of course she turns around for a moment. "Does anyone else know about your feelings for me?"
"Just Ruiko." Satou told her. "She was getting jealous that I always have her roleplay as you... Plus, you're not the only one I love in our family like that."
"Who else?"
"Otohime and... mom."
"Really? Our own mother?"
"The one and only. Her Ladyship Shiina Kamijou."
"Wow... I am speechless. Never think you would want to build a harem out of me and mother like this... Wait, Otohime? She is one year younger than Ruiko, right? Be careful for police, okay, Miss Satoko?"
A bit impatient with her teasing, 'Satoko' just grabbed his hands around her body and pulled her into a hug. Then he kissed her again, but only on the cheek.
"I know, I know." He grumbled into her ears. "Let's go."
"Who's your friend? Ruiko questions, looking at Satou's new appearance. "Something seems familiar with her."
"Hello, my name is Satoko Watanabe."
"Satoko here is our childhood friend from the country side. She is visiting for a week so we think we can entertain her by bringing her here, too bad Satou's stomach got bad and he needed to head home. Nothing serious, I promise." Tamaki nonchalantly explained, which made 'Satoko' a bit pissed off that his stomach now might become the talk for a while.
"Oh my, is he okay, Sister?" Ruiko worriedly asked, which made Tamaki give Satou a quick elbow.
'Act, act!' She murmured.
"He will be fine, don't worry, Miss Saten." As soon as his words left his mouth, he felt regret already. An urge to facepalm was rising inside him.
"I guess Satou has told you about her. Yeah, these two are my juniors, Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu. Two of them are like my sisters." Tamaki saved his butt immediately, and also pretended to introduce the other girls to him.
Saten just let out a grin while Uiharu was blushing hard. She had to be surprised that Tamaki also considered her as a sister as she did with Saten.
"I hope we can be friends, Watanabe." Uiharu smiles, nervously.
"Same with me, Miss Uiharu." 'Satoko' decided to stick with his 'polite traditional girl' persona now.
"Oh no, please just use my name without honorifics!" Yet Uiharu would not allow him. In some way, this girl was amazing, shortening their distance like that, yet the reason behind this was a bit saddening, since she had low self-confidence, she did not consider herself worth for any honorifics.
"Okay, Kazari. You can call me Satoko." 'Satoko' decided to be brutally friendly right now.
"Tamaki, I didn't know you had such a cutie as another childhood friend." Aizawa pointed out. "She's so adorable!"
'Satoko' just blushed. It was not that he was not used to compliments, he had used this form sometimes after all, but Pierce here could be considered a rival for his sister's affection, and a person with the physique and personality that Tamaki fancied, so it could be said that he both envied and admired her body— Wait, it sounded a bit wrong! He was born a male, he should not take pride on his female body thaaaaaaaat much!
"Aww, why are you flustered like that, missy? But it makes you cuter too!" Aizawa nonchalantly showered 'Satoko' her best words, which made the 'cute girl' in question even more blushing.
"You okay?" His sister whispered with worries in her voice.
"I-I'm fine." Satou told his sister, still being embarrassed. "I'm just... Not used to all of this attention."
"It... is good." She said, patting her brother turned sister on his back. Then she turned to her classmate. "Geez, Pierce, you shouldn't scare my friend like that. Oh, this gyaru is my classmate, Pierce Aizawa. Be careful around her. And Pierce, you already know her name, but keep your lust in control a bit, my friend is not used to that."
"Boooo~ You are not funny, Tamaki. Don't be jealous because I find a new target of affections~ I always have a place in my heart for you~" Pierce said, throwing her friend an air kiss.
"Hah. Don't know what you are talking about. Hmph." Tamaki pretended to not see the blown kiss, but she felt a bit happy inside with these words. She returned to her composed self and said to them. "Alright, don't stand here talking, let's go to the sweet cafe already."
"I'm down for that." The blue haired girl spoke.
"Same here." Ruiko exclaimed with enthusiasm.
And they walked together.
To be continued...