Ayyy, three weeks again! Good job, me, you're late again! Admittedly, I was just waiting for my work to end for Christmas vacations, and we're finally here.
Welcome back to The Lesson They'll Never Forget, a Kaminomi fanfiction definitely not endorsed by Tamiki Wakaki. What started out as a mention in The Gamer and the Guitarist then became a one-shot T-rated story idea just blew out of proportion. Don't ask me what happened because I don't know either.
So summary this time... Keima and Yui had a wonderful gender-bent session, and Sumire has acquired a summary of hers and Mio's conquest as written by the memory-removal squad.
Anyhow, please enjoy.
Sumire took a deep breath as she placed her hands together on the desk in front of her. Ahead of her tightly clasped hands was the source of her nervousness – the purple paper which Haqua had given her a few minutes ago.
"And you said you weren't curious," she mumbled to herself as she separated her hands. Her right hand seemed to tremble as she took hold of the paper.
She was curious… though it didn't stop her feeling anxious at the thought of what she might learn reading those notes that the Loose Spirit Squad had about her and her missing memories.
With one last breath, she took the paper in both hands and pulled it closer.
Period – August 2010
Straight away, Sumire was relieved to see a date. It was around the time she'd gotten ownership of Sumire-ya. Though looking below it, she was noticing that everything else was just written as really short sentences. To call this a summary was being generous.
Chance meeting while eating ramen – not removed
What, chance meeting with whom – it had to be Keima, right? Though during that holiday, she did see many people. She'd been visiting a lot of shopping districts to sample ramen, usually hitting one a day during her lunch break. So Keima had been one of them.
Thinking to the guy who was inside the room, he really wasn't all that distinctive, with brown hair and eyes, and long oval glasses.
No wonder that the devils didn't worry about that memory. She wouldn't be able to recall how they met, even when she was trying.
Employment at Uemoto-ya – removed
Oh, and he'd worked there. She couldn't recall any part-timers at the shop during that time. Though why would her father approve part-timers? There were only a few dozen customers everyday, so she was handling them just fine.
Though when the shop became Sumire-ya, her dad had to hire part-timers. Whoever wrote this surely got the name wrong, right
Sweet ramen prototyping – modified
Her stomach clenched as it all but confirmed that the shop name wasn't wrong, nor was the time mentioned. The first round of prototyping her shop's ramen was around August. So Keima had been around there as well.
Well, Sumire was usually chided for being in the kitchen of the shop, but she had full reign in the apartment upstairs, at least while he was in the shop.
As she recalled it, she'd spent those hours up in her apartment kitchen with her cousin, Gomi (or Takuya, for those who hadn't been subject to his eating habits), who she'd bribed with money to buy Tekken 6. He only said a couple words of advice between bowls, but the hungry bastard ended up finishing each bowl anyway.
So… Keima had been there too… could he have met her trash-can of a cousin, or… was that him? For some reason, she couldn't focus her memories on his words or the face of the boy at the table.
She forced herself to leave that thought alone, as she think she knew where this was going to lead to – her eventually giving her dad some of her ramen.
Father acknowledges ramen – modified
Despite the limited amount of words written on the paper, she could feel the picture start to fall into place – while she didn't quite remember the source of her despair which might have gotten her possessed by the loose spirit, it likely had to do with her father and her relationship with ramen.
She hadn't really understood why her father was so flippant and misogynistic when it came to allowing her behind the counter of the shop, but it all came to a head when her father walked into the apartment just after she'd finished making a bowl, and all but hit it out of her hand. No matter what she did or learnt, her father was never going to acknowledge her.
She was all but ready to run away for a bit when Gomi… or more likely, Keima… forced her to stay there, and eventually got her to make one more bowl – the family specialty, actually.
Even though Sumire didn't quite have her memories straight on the events which went down, she remembered her father's words as he acknowledged that she was too much like him… impressed that she was able to make a replica of his ramen without ever being taught how to make it… It was with that face where she finally understood her father and how he wanted a better life for her than this ramen shop.
But she never wanted anything more… for as long as she could remember, she would eat that ramen with glowing eyes, knowing that she wanted it to be around forever. She had the power to keep it around forever.
Her heart might have just exploded as she laid eyes on the newly painted sign over the shop door – she'd gotten his blessing to let her continue. She'd finally passed that first hurdle… and Keima had been there to support her through it.
Kiss – removed
Her mood instantly dropped, even though she should have expected this. Beyond that tense moment with her dad, and happiness that the effort had paid off, the rest of the night passed with an apology for making Gomi eat such bad ramen, then her grinning like an idiot for the next few hours till she fell asleep.
But she'd completely missed her first kiss. That was so damn unfair!
She pushed the paper away and her face and leant back in her seat, stretching her legs. Well, she got herself an answer, in the very least. She disliked that her proudest and happiest moment was bastardised in her brain, but at least she knew how.
"Hey, at least I'll get a do-over on that first kiss," she mumbled to herself as she looked up at the ceiling.
Though if she was being honest, this summary made her feel a little worse about it all – she'd really expected for a blank spot in her memory to be restored, but all this really succeeded in was confusing memories which she thought were previously clear.
And Keima had been okay with that happening to her…
As her head leant back, Mio entered her vision. Sumire's eyes widened and she sat up properly.
"H-hey," Mio spoke softly.
"H-hi," Sumire responded, her eyes falling on the desk with the two purple sheets. Shit!
"So I realised that I was being a bit weird, so I wanted to talk with –" her voice stopped as Sumire started scrambling to gather the papers on her desk and flip them upside down, "what are you doing?"
"Nothing," Sumire was blushing slightly, "s-so you wanted to talk about something?"
Mio looked at the papers, before shaking her head.
"Well, I kinda want to ask about those first, but it probably isn't my business," a flash of guilt ran through Sumire as she reminded herself that one of those sheets was very much Mio's business, "I actually wanted to talk about your plans with your father."
"That's even less of your business," Sumire said rudely. "To-san can hold out one night until I get home."
"Logically, yes," Mio agreed, "but he's going to worry about you that whole night… if I can't convince you to go home earlier, I think you should at least tell him that you're staying someplace safe and you will keep your phone on if he needs to contact you."
"No way," Sumire retorted, crossing her arms over her blazer, "I don't want my father calling whenever he feels. It'll ruin the mood, and even worse, he might figure out what is going on if he overhears something weird."
Sumire honestly wasn't sure why she was fighting so hard for this. After what she'd just read, She was a little annoyed at Keima too, and her feelings were a bit fragile from learning how her memories had been manipulated. At the moment, she couldn't imagine wanting to have sex with anyone, let alone the person who was responsible.
"But do you want your father to worry about you?" Mio asked, getting a bit defensive herself. She couldn't deny Sumire's point.
"I obviously don't, but it's my life… I'm not going to give up on something just because it makes him worry."
"Okay, fine," Mio sighed loudly, "clearly I'm not going to convince you, so whatever. Let's just talk about something else."
"Thank you," Sumire uncrossed her arms and stood up as well to face Mio, "so pizza… or maybe did you decide what you're gonna do with that Katsuragi guy?" her smile became more of a smirk at that last thought.
"I haven't decided anything," Mio shrugged, "to be honest, I just wish I could remember what happened before… so I would know if I felt enough to justify showing such an important part to him."
That twinge of guilt hit Sumire again. While that purple paper wasn't going to restore everything, but it might give her the justification she wanted.
But at this moment, Sumire had such mixed feelings about being here… she was annoyed that her memories were lies… she had so many questions for Keima, even though he was the one responsible for this… even though he'd been the one to help her…
She really didn't want to inflict these feelings on Mio. It was better to not know anything at all.
"I wouldn't worry so much about that," Sumire laughed awkwardly, "you're just fooling around – really, the most you would want to do is to make him cum, you'll get a new sexual experience and then you can use it again whenever you get a real boyfriend."
"Ah," Mio nodded, "though I guess if I won't take off my clothes, so I'd have to use my hands."
"Or mouth… or feet, if you feel so inclined."
"No way!"
"Though legit, I think you'd be able to give a good blowjob… if the cherry stem rumour is legit."
Mio laughed.
"I'm not sure about that, but I did stuff a whole sandwich in my mouth once, and I didn't choke," Sumire laughed in response to that confession.
"Why did you do that!?"
"Kimura-sensei said I could only eat one more mouthful when I was eating my lunch at the start of gym, so I had no choice."
Sumire could only laugh louder with the context. Even though she didn't know any Kimura-sensei, she could only imagine his face watching a student stuff a whole sub into their mouth and swallow it.
A-actually… she hoped that none of the boys were watching Mio at the time… those perverts didn't need more things fueling their imaginations.
"It sounds like you're all set for that then," Sumire slapped her shoulder encouragingly, "then you don't need to worry about your memories."
"I guess so…" Mio smiled, "you're a very laid-back person… like with your dad and the whole memories thing."
"I'm not really," Sumire shook her head, "I'm actually just worried what's there… and how I'll feel, knowing the truth…"
Her voice lowered, and Mio's eyes narrowed, catching that Sumire was being serious here.
"Did something happen, Sumire?" she quickly shook her head.
"N-not at all," she didn't meet Mio's eyes, "I mean, memories are pretty fickle… I can't even remember what I had for breakfast today… but knowing that someone removed or modified my first kiss out of my head is a bitter pill to swallow. It's better to leave the past alone if you've forgotten it."
"I'm sorry," Mio rubbed her shoulder, "I think I understand… like while you want to remember what you've lost, it doesn't change that you know that you lost it from no fault of your own."
"Exactly!" Sumire agreed, "like I don't remember breakfast because it's not relevant most of the time – but a first kiss is something you cherish, not something you can blow off with one word."
She glanced at the paper, remembering that last callous word.
Removed… every sensation… every heartbeat… the colour of the surroundings and the warmth of the summer night – all taken and removed to some place which no one would ever access it again.
"You know it's not gone, right?" Mio reminded her, "even if we don't remember the details of it, it's still one of those things which changed you… it made you into what you are today. I think that's more the reason why I want to remember what happened with Katsuragi."
"Well, then I hope you have a better way than this fucking report," she indicated to the papers, before her eyes widened, realising what she'd said.
"Report?" she asked as Sumire grabbed the purple sheets, folding it clumsily and shoving it into her vest, "what report is it?"
"It's nothing you should worry yourself about," Sumire turned away.
"I'll see that and be the judge of it," Mio glared, "that has something to do with me, right?"
The look on Sumire's face said enough.
"Give it here."
"I'm telling you, knowing what they erased from your memories is not worth it."
"Oh, now you better give me that!" Sumire slapped the hand which threatened to enter her vest and she pulled the papers out, holding it above her head and out of Mio's reach.
"Where did you get that information from?" Mio jumped to try and reach the half-folded papers but Sumire climbed to her tiptoes, extending the distance.
"There's no informa-" she paused as Mio tried tickling her underarms, but her arms barely jerked. She wasn't ticklish, "-tion, so stop trying so hard."
But Mio had no intention of stopping. She pulled a chair closer to climb on, and Sumire ran further out of reach.
"For fuck's sake, this is not important," Sumire folded it into smaller pieces, "you're not any better or worse knowing abou-" she groaned and tumbled to the ground as Mio jumped on her unsuspecting body.
"If it's not important, then why can't I see…" Mio's words trailed off. Sumire was on her back with the small blonde straddling her waist, but her hands were empty, and the folded-up paper was nowhere to be found. She patted down Sumire's sweater vest and inside her blazer, but she couldn't feel any paper lumps at all, "where did you hide it?"
"Nowhere," Sumire spoke in a muffled tone, and Mio groaned.
"Why would you put it in your mouth!?" the blonde said in an exasperated tone, while the brunette laughed. Sure enough, there was a purple slip of paper, pressed against her teeth.
"Coz you won' take I' ow," Sumire responded, and Mio had to consider it for a moment. Sumire was probably right there.
"Well this wasn't something I expected to see today," a voice spoke out from the side, and both girls turned to the side, first noticing a white cloud, then following it up to see a face at the top of the form. The two girls met eyes as it sunk in that it was one of the goddesses… "and two girls, nevertheless…"
Then it hit them what a compromising position it was to other people… Mio's face was maybe a foot above Sumire's. and the former had a hand on the latter's chest where she had been patting down her pockets from above her uniform vest.
"Fine…" Mio rolled her eyes and climbed off Sumire, then giving her a hand up to her feet, "and so you know, we weren't doing anything weird… this girl is just hiding something from me."
"I'm telling you, this is for your own good," Sumire pulled out the soggy note from her mouth before making a face. Even by paper standards, this did not taste nice at all… probably because it was hagoromo.
"Well, I'm not really sure what is going on, but I'll bring myself up to speed," the goddess spoke, before suddenly thrusting both hands towards the girls, "I'm Mars, by the way."
Mio and Sumire glanced at each other, before they shook the hand they were offered. Despite the appearance of drifting mist that the heavenly goddess had, it was surprisingly solid and quite cold.
"Aoyama Mio."
"Uemoto Sumire."
"Nice to meet you both," Mars nodded to them, "I have left Yui to close up things on her side, so I thought now might be a good time to offer my salutations and have my last hurrah before I leave."
"You're leaving Yui!?" Mio's eyes widened.
"I've left already," Mars clarified, "actually, two of my sisters have separated themselves from their hosts, so it's only a matter of time before we're going to return to the heavens. But besides that, I want to hear what the topic of discussion is. Are you two in love?"
"We told you that it's not like that," Mio retorted, "we just seem to disagree on everything, it seems."
"So, a lover's quarrel?"
"Yes."
"No!" Mio gave the grinning Sumire a dirty look, "and you still didn't tell me what's the deal with that damn paper."
"I got it from Haqua-san," Sumire admitted sullenly, "it's a printed-out log summarising what memories were removed or modified from our brain after that whole loose spirit business… I got both mine and yours."
"And you slobbered all over mine as well," Mio growled, "I would have liked to read it, you know."
"Precisely. I didn't want you to read i-" the goddess lifted up both hands, and both girls respectfully turned to her.
"Alright, I think I understand the issue," Mars responded, "after the Weiss are chased out of the host's body, there is a team from new Hell which removed memories related to the Weiss, as well as of Katsuragi – as far as I understand, it is because he uses romance to fill the gap, and it's in Hell's interest to not let that relationship continue longer than the required time."
"I guess so…"
"I wish you wouldn't put it so pragmatically," Sumire answered, her voice a bit pained, "even if Katsuragi is willing to ditch us, those were our real feelings."
Mio glanced at her from the corner of her eyes. Whatever she read in that paper had hit her hard.
Maybe it was a bit harsh to say that Katsuragi had ditched them, but that wasn't false.
"I know," Mars nodded, "I have never fallen in love myself, but I know that all the hosts did fall for him," she gave a sigh, "but being a single human being, even the six goddess hosts interested in him now is beyond his ability to satisfy in the long term."
"I hate to admit it, but this is exactly why I don't think we should regain our memories," Sumire crossed her arms, "nothing good is going to come falling in love with a guy who we can't be with anyway. Even that paper made me wish that I never bothered trying to fill in the gaps in my memory."
"I-I mean, I understand that…" Mio pressed her lips together, "but I want to fall in love with him again… if those were my real feelings, then I also deserve the right to see them through."
"But… why!?"
"Because Katsuragi is more important than my dad!" Mio exclaimed, and the girl and goddess stared at her, "I don't know how… I don't know why I know, but Katsuragi gave me a reason to continue when I wasn't able to find one… he might have left me alone, just like my father, but he never forgot… he does care, and I want to know what happened…"
Mars was a bit stupefied as Mio turned to her.
"Sure, there may be six goddess hosts… but I'm not going to lose to any of them!"
Mio closed her eyes, and Mars felt a shiver run through her barely corporeal body – a rare kind of one that she'd only felt once. A smile graced the goddesses face.
"That's what you want, is it... I accept…"
Yui woke up in Keima's arms, facing his warm chest. She was still, needing a moment to process what happened - it had happened, right?
She had been in Keima's body again… she'd had sex with her own body… actually, that was selling it short for what an experience it had been for her. Even for something which wasn't even seven minutes long, she learnt a lot about Keima.
He was thin and lanky, but there was a surprising amount of power in those sinewy muscles. Keima had tried to resist her touches, but it was so easy to bypass that… ease his legs open and have her way with his female body. Of course, she'd never actually want to do anything to him against his will, but she could have.
Honestly, she'd really liked the experience of being in his body… even if it was the same horniness, it felt like it consumed her brain more, especially after she'd gotten hard between her own tits. It was a bit insane, actually… boobs were soft and snug normally, but it was a crashing tidal wave of sensations for a dick to be between them. Hot strikes of lightning ran through every nerve, and the thirst for that pleasure made every other thought disappear. She wanted more of that heat and closeness… she wanted more of that friction… the sound of balls slapping just spurred her to get it louder and faster, and it was only when she saw that strike of sticky liquid on Keima's cheek, rather: her own cheek, that she remembered that this wasn't masturbating… this was another human person, and a person that she loved. It was a little shameful how her desire had consumed her.
Maybe that was a thing about how guys' brains worked, but there were plenty of weird thoughts she had… from how attractive she found Keima IN HER OWN BODY, to simultaneously wanting to pound him and hold him close. She settled for something in between, as Keima was getting antsy from his own desire, and Yui had the power to make them both feel good.
It was a magical moment as she watched her sheathed cock disappear into Keima, who was more than just wet. While the condom Keima had put on her did dull some of her sensitive nerves, she could feel the warmth… the bumpy fleshy texture as she rubbed against it, and above all, Keima was enjoying it intensely as well. It was surprising that she didn't black out from the mindblowing sensations… although she did come very close when he got double-teamed by his own cock and the dildo which tasted like Yui…
To be honest, fucking as a guy totally rocked… she couldn't help the smile that came her face.
"Y-Yui..." Keima whispered as he stroked her long hair on her back, "are you awake?"
"Hmm," Yui nodded her head. Keima held her closer to him, and her eyes opened in surprise.
"T-thanks for telling me..." he whispered, "even when you didn't want to..." he laughed softly, "maybe because you thought I wouldn't give you an answer."
Yui didn't respond, her cheeks getting hotter against him.
"To be honest… I still haven't figured out what is the best thing to say," he sighed, "but every girl deserves to know what I think."
She waited for him to continue.
"Well… I'm sorry if it's disrespectful to bring up games, but that's how I was exposed to love and how I understand it," he let out an exasperated growl from his throat, "I know it's idiotic."
She shook her head.
"Honestly, I get really happy and a little sad when any girl confesses to me..." he admitted softly, "in games, this is the start of the best ending… the thing I've spent all game working towards..." he sighed, "in real life, I don't see it coming… or feel like I'm deserving of those feelings."
"In which world do you not deserve this?" Yui asked, suddenly prickly. Keima hesitated, not wanting to anger her with badly chosen words.
"I know in the real world, everyone is worthy of love," he amended, "but from this many girls? And logically, girls who are well out of my league… it's unbelievable."
"I can believe it," Yui said simply, "just the fact that you're here puts you way above all the guys which society would consider 'in my league'."
Keima glanced down, where she slipped her hand into his.
"Love might not be a logical feeling, but trust me, I have my reasons," she leant up to Keima's lips, who blushed, "I love you, Keima-kun..."
She wasted no time capturing his lips in a sweet kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. Yui was happy to see how pink his cheeks were. He looked away from her brown eyes.
"I guess I wanted to tell you more than I thought," Yui laughed, a little relieved.
"L-look," Keima suddenly interjected, "I want you to know… you're very important to me… even if it isn't real love, I'd do anything for you."
It was Yui's turn to turn beet red.
"C-can you really say that isn't real?" she laughed awkwardly, "that's… honestly the most romantic thing I've heard from you," Keima groaned.
"I don't think it is romantic…" he struggled, "I mean, I enjoyed the sex and the kissing, but it's supposed to be for one person."
"It doesn't have to be," Yui perked up at the thought, before deflating, "although it is your choice and preference which matters more than mine…"
"Yeah," Keima sighed, "harem endings only really work in games if there is an equal distance between the protagonist and each girl. Even if this rule was to work in real life, which I doubt that it does, that ship has already sailed..."
"Hoo," Yui raised an eyebrow, "so is there a girl you feel closer to, compared to everyone else?"
"That's not what I said," Keima argued, but his ears reddened despite himself, "there are just girls who I see more regularly than others… it's obvious that there are different distances."
"Is that so?" Yui smirked, "So with you stealing Chihiro's panties… it has nothing to do with that, right?"
Yui made sure to watch every single reaction - good thing too, because the changes were so minimal that most people wouldn't pick it up.
His ears got a little warmer and he forced himself not to look away.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Keima shrugged, "we haven't spoken much since this lesson began, you know?"
"But you did talk to her in the bathroom alone," Yui said insistently, not backing away, "so you were fooling around and now you have them."
Keima groaned internally. She wasn't bluffing or trying to make him reveal it. She had figured it out somehow.
"It's none of your business," Keima said firmly, "whether we did any such thing."
"Oh, I don't plan on making it my business," Yui laughed, "but I was curious why you did it?"
Keima considered denying it again, but the question did make him pause. Why did he do it?
At the time, he hadn't had any particular thoughts on what he'd want to do with them. He'd just liked the Tweety bird pattern and how that embarrassed Chihiro to be caught wearing that. It was a bit weird to say, but those panties were more than underwear… it was a private, goofy part of her personality she'd revealed to him, and he'd appreciated that.
It wasn't just the novelty panties… every moment in that short rendezvous had been a secret she'd given to him… so he kept it.
"If you still want to deny it, I'll go pull it from your bag," Yui spoke, and Keima jumped.
"Please don't," he spoke, but Yui was alarmed at the sudden desperation in his voice, "it's not my secret to share."
Yui smiled gently as she remembered Chihiro sharing a similar sentiment about him just a few minutes ago.
"So you did take them?" he nodded, knowing that he wasn't winning this battle.
"I don't know why I did it," he admitted, "I wasn't thinking… it was just a whim, I guess..." his honest eyes narrowed as he noticed her grin, "w-what is it to you!?"
"Oh, nothing," she turned away, "it's just an… interesting whim to act out on."
"What?" Keima grumbled, "is it supposed to mean something?" Yui shrugged, "does she want them back?" another shrug.
"You'll have to ask Chihiro," Yui tried not to laugh at the sudden concern on Keima's face. Keima sat up for a moment, before Yui pulled him down on top of her, "but not before you tell me how you found making love in the other gender's body."
"Do I have to?" Keima sighed.
"You better spill, or I'm gonna force feed you that potion and take you on a round three."
Keima shivered visibly at the threat, but he made himself comfortable on the bed. This was going to take another five minutes, at the very least.
Yui was all smiles as she snuggled up close to Keima. Honestly, she expected the heartbreak to hit her harder, but she had no regrets in the time they spent.
Ah... so we reach the end of the Keima and Yui session, and a whole other turning point with Mio, who has shown Sumire and Mars her resolve for this lesson and now has become a goddess host herself...
Credit for this plot twist goes to MintCar on the Kaminomi Discord server. They were just discussing this at some point, and I decided that I wanted to write it after all :P
For what was a pretty quiet chapter of mostly talking, there are a few things happening... Mio has a goddess within her now, Sumire seems bitter about having her memories removed, and Yui's session with Keima has ended, but not without some awkward questions about his experience and about Chihiro... for a slow chapter, it really has the possibility to change the trajectory of the story.
But reviews first:
Chapter 37 -
xellos540: As usual, I love your play by play commentary of what has been happening in the story, although it means that I end up having to reread my old chapters before responding.
So why does Yui use "fuck" instead of "having sex" or "making love"? I'm hoping the answer did clear up throughout the chapter, but Yui is trying to be as detached about this as she can and not letting herself fall more in love with him than she already is... you can be the judge of how well it worked, considering that we've finally ended Yui's session.
On the topic of female orgasms compared to male orgasms, I actually don't know which ones are better. Maybe the feeling is better for girls, but the male orgasm is more visibly satisfying. I'm gonna say both of them are equally good for different reasons :)
"Also, that's definitely the best Yui x Yui fic I have ever seen" - this is a quote for the ages. I hope this story is remembered by this quote xD
"Great job. Titty job. Handjob. Doggy job. ;)"... oh wow, I have never seen a line which both summarises a piece of writing yet still embarrasses the hell out of me. The depravity is real
Lol, I unintentionally stole the chapter title from Kaminomi, I see. That line randomly came to me, but I think that was the reason I had it my brain in the first place.
Mint-Car92: That's interesting. I enjoy body switch tropes myself, but it's not utilised very often in media. I can see why though... it usually just is wish fulfilment for the author, and it's troublesome to write because of pronouns and it requiring more imagination to visualise it. Still, I gave it my best shot. It does seem like you liked it, so yay!
Ah, seeing you mention that picture... Zelgadis is one of my beta readers, so he reads my stuff a lot earlier. I'm glad he was inspired by it, because I quite like that picture too :)
Lol, Yui and Chihiro... the pairing no one asked for, yet I'd be curious to see how that works. Yui's questions were more to gauge how Keima felt about Chihiro than actually wanting to steal her, but hey, Yui can still be bi and join them in a threesome :P
Also, yes, I have been pushing the Chihiro and Keima agenda in this last arc.
I did try with this part to speak more about Yui's experience as a guy, so hopefully this completes the arc better.
GhostMan: Okay, I'll admit, I need to go to horny prison. Chapter 37 was pretty depraved, and I have no regrets.
Hmm, you don't like using the word "fuck" to refer to sex... why do I find that hard to believe?
Though thanks for your feedback on the scene. I do hope that this chapter does help with showing more of Yui's feelings inside a guy's body, although I can't (read, I'm too lazy to) change that part about Keima showing that he trusts Yui. Maybe if I finally finish this story, I can rework some of this stuff.
Lol, the question is... is it gay or incest to blow yourself? To be honest, I can't imagine Keima doing that, either way. I don't know how okay he even is with receiving blowjobs at this point xD
Mars switching more people... perish the thought, that sounds terrifying as fuck.
Was this chapter romantic? Yeah, in a kind of lowkey way... but is this the most romantic chapter in this story? I really can't imagine it is, considering we've had multiple people confess to Keima, and Kanon and Nanaka are together as well. I really hope that it's just that you like the subtleness of it all, and not because I'm a bad writer for the other parts xD
Chapter 38 -
Mint-Car92: Lol, no need to feel daft about that, hey. I had actually been a bit vague on Kanon's concern, so it took more reading between the lines to reach the conclusion I did, so it was less two and two and more two(Kanon and Nanaka having sex) and two(Tenri discovering that sex with Keima released Diana) and one(Kanon trying to subtly ask Tenri about this in the group) being equal to 7... and yes, I know that there's a 2 missing somewhere. That's from the 4D chess my brain plays while it comes up when I'm coming up with plots and rules in this story. You'd need to be able to read my mind to actually make the leaps that I do xD
Hehe, you said it. Hopefully hilarity will ensue with this stupid lie.
The rest of your review just gave me happy fuzzies. It's pretty high praise when the biggest Tsukiyo fan you know actually likes how you handle the Tsukiyo scene :)
Unfortunately the feathers are going to have to go soon, but I'm such a sucker for sensitive appendages... heck, one of my lowkey favourite things about To Love Ru was how sensitive the aliens' tails were, and I was definitely channeling it here.
Hehe, the ending for this part was pretty romantic, and I'm here for it. I'm looking forward to getting back to it :P
Lol, also, you're not allowed to apologise for being late to review. I'm just happy and grateful that you're still reading and enjoying this story.
xellos540: Ah, Harry Potter - such a throwback.
Hmm, that's an interesting question you pose... why is Kanon lying to Tenri? I'd think the most obvious reason is that Nanaka is close friends with Tenri, and she should be the one to decide when she comes out. Additionally, if Kanon just says that she slept with a girl today, she'd probably be able to backtrack through the evening and infer that it was Nanaka, which cycles back to that first point.
I don't think Kanon thinks that Nanaka is riffraff at all. Nanaka is more likely to think that about herself though... which is yet another reason this lie could make shit the fan.
Lol, Keima and Diana... to be honest, I see many issues... like do goddesses even have private parts? I guess we gotta come up with something.
"No-one cares about you Vulcan, go away, be a senior citizen somewhere else. :P" - basically a summary of this part.
Lol, if there's anything I can infer from this last part, it's that you really want Shiori and Tsukiyo to do it... and admittedly, don't we all? They're such a beautiful couple.
Don't worry though... your ship isn't sunk yet. This story is just way too freaking long :P
Argovesta: Do my eyes deceive me... no... it's really... a new reviewer T.T
Thank you so much for giving this story a try. I'm honoured that you're enjoying it, and I hope you continue to do so. There will hopefully be more sweet confessions to come too... and hopefully the spicy action will be a nice backdrop to it all.
Thank you to all the folks who went through the effort to write these. I love them and they really keep up morale and motivation.
And to all the lurkers out there, thank you as well. I do appreciate every person who reads this story, even if you don't have enough to say to write a review.
This is going to be my last update of 2021, so merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone. I hope that it's been a great year for you all.
For me, there hasn't been much motion in my life, but I'm glad that I managed to write a lot for this story. I guess it's fitting that I end this year having completely burned through my backlog that I made over these last few months.
Eh, gotta write then.