Puella Magi American Sensei
01
I hate 'in media res' introductions in works of fiction.
I hate them even more in real life.
Waking up naked, in a strange room, with a hot and clearly (young) teen girl riding my cock definitely qualified as starting somewhere in the middle.
Things took a turn for the weird when she grasped my hands, cupped them between us, and something the rough shape of an egg dropped into our hands. It was hot to the touch, sending a pleasant tingle through my hands. Gold covered a mostly purple crystal interior, lit from within—what wasn't purple being black and filled with multi-colored stars. As I watched, the starry void drained away where my hands touched—and that's when I noticed the same tingly heat coming from everywhere our skin touched.
The girl leaned forward, purple eyes locked on mine as her lips found my own. She moaned as her body shook, her pussy clenching desperately around my cock. I went off a moment later with a groan of my own, going a bit limp on the futon I'd found myself lying on.
With a satisfied sigh, she sprawled out over my chest, the Faberge egg still clasped between my hand and hers, her fingers twining with mine and her small but perky breasts pressed pleasantly against me. It was intimate and nice, but all kinds of confusing.
Eventually, I couldn't hold the questions in any more. "This is going to sound strange, but…"
The girl's muscles squeezed and my cock went from half-mast back to full. Her lips found my ear and I shivered as a hot tongue ran over and into it for a moment. "We're in an apartment in Mitakihara, Japan. I don't know how you got here any more than you do, unfortunately. My name is Akemi Homura. Yes, that Homura. I have not found a way to save Madoka yet. It is the day before school starts. You are employed at Mitakihara High School as an English teacher and volunteer guidance councilor. Everything you need to begin is already here."
I blinked, processing all of that as my brain skipped a few times. The girl, Homura, chuckled as she rose, looking down on me as she shifted her hips back and forth. "Ah, your face is worth it every time, sensei."
"You seem…"
"Different?" When I nodded, she smiled down at me impishly. "It took… several years, I think, but you convinced me that I'm not alone in this. And that my heart isn't only capable of loving just one person."
"Uh."
"It's a lot to unpack, I know. That's why I enjoy dumping it all on you at once."
I glared up at her and the girl smirked. "Brat."
She squealed a happy laugh as I rolled her over onto her back and turned her slow back and forth pace into a furious pounding. Homura's legs wrapped around my waist as my thick cock split open her tight little cunt and the lewd, wet sounds of our fucking filled the room. Her hands came up and ran over my muscular chest. A catty smile crossed her face as she looked up at me with those bright eyes. Her little titties bounced with the force of every thrust and her free hand, the one not still clasping mine, came up and stroked my face with a look that was… worrying in its intensity.
Shifting a bit on my knees to better distribute my weight, I brought my own free hand up and wrapped it around her throat—only egged on as the girl lifted her chin and simply smiled when she saw where I was going. I squeezed a bit, turning her face red and causing her eyes to roll back in her head and her cunt to start fluttering uncontrollably around my cock as her rhythm matching my own faltered. Seeing as she seemed to like that, I squeezed a bit harder as I put a little extra oomph into my thrusts.
Homura's mouth opened in a silent scream as she came around my cock and I literally choked it out of her. Warmth washed out of the soulgem in my hand and where our bodies met and a moment later, I felt myself letting go as well. I nearly collapsed on top of her and at a bit of encouragement from the girl, I gave up fighting it and just squished her smaller form into the futon—to absolutely no complaints. Purple light glowed briefly at her throat and she chuckled a moment later. "Why is it always the throat?"
"Because this," I twitched my cock inside her, earning a pleased sound, "isn't your body at the moment." I squeezed her soulgem—or rather, Homura herself. "This is. Means your human body can take a lot more punishment and I don't have to worry about hurting you. You're a magical girl. If I actually hurt you, I'm sure you've got a thousand and one ways you could show your displeasure."
"Mm. I see." She stretched underneath me, her legs curling and her feet stroking up and down my thighs. "I know I'm putting a lot on you and I'm sorry. But… you're also one of two people who believes me. Who trusts and accepts me unconditionally. It took me a long time to realize that, and with the potential to die or worse at any moment, I'm not going to waste time."
"Then why not seduce Madoka?"
Homura chuckled. "What makes you think I'm not? Perhaps I want to have my two favorite people all to myself, and that requires actually convincing them to accept the situation and each other."
Rolling off of her, I lifted her soulgem up to look at it and found it clear. "What's up with this thing?"
"Strong positive emotions can counter 'corruption.' Something we learned early though is that you somehow naturally drain away corruption when you touch one of us, or our gems—in much the same way a grief seed does. Also, it's not 'corruption' so much as it is 'magic that has been filled with emotion.'"
"So I'm your battery."
The girl nodded before sitting up. "Close enough. Word of warning: every time Kyubey has found out, you've died—be it by witches or other magical girls."
I sighed. "Great. So, do you know what my goal here is?"
Homura frowned at that. "Not beyond vague instructions to help."
"And those are where?"
The girl lifted a hand and waved absently towards a small desk in the corner. "In an envelope in the briefcase, with your laptop, phone, and all the paperwork and identification."
Rolling out of bed, I walked over to the desk, where I found a metal briefcase sitting. Opening it, I found its contents to be exactly as Homura had described. There was a letter sitting on the top. Opening it, I read through the few short sentences. There was nothing profound there, just a request to be there for the magical girls and try to help. "Do you recognize the handwriting?"
"…No."
I sent her a look. "It's yours, isn't it?"
"…Yes. Will you tell me why that is, this time?"
Considering the girl, I shook my head. "When it's time."
Homura nodded, seemingly accepting that provision. "You always say that."
"Sorry," I apologized, and she nodded again. "So, I start tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'll show you around the town and school today to familiarize you with the area."
"Sounds good. Thanks, Homura." She smiled at that, a satisfied look on her face. "So, we've got some time. Think you can fill me in on the basics? Maybe tell me how it started, maybe some of the fuckups I've made so I have an idea of what I'm walking into?"
"Of course, sensei. Let's see. The first time I met you, it was…"
Another first day of school. Another loop.
How long will it take, I wonder? To escape the labyrinth I've made for myself.
I glanced over to the one bright spot in the classroom. My friend. My only true friend. The one person who would never, under any circumstances, betray me. Out of all the others, the only one who has stood by my side.
Kaname Madoka. Dressed in her school uniform, hair tied at the sides with her red ribbons today.
She sat working on the math assignment I've long since completed. Not from memory, I hadn't been doing this long enough to have everything memorized at this point. But I had studied enough in a few loops to know every lesson in the grade. I learned the material the hard way.
Watching her chew the eraser of her pencil, I can't help the tiny smile that pulls at my lips. Cute.
I turn my eyes away, careful not to let them linger too long, lest someone notice. Madoka herself has an uncanny knack for knowing when I'm looking.
Not staring. I do not stare.
The chime announcing the end of class sounded. "Okay class, remember to compete the assignment and turn it in tomorrow."
With that, the teacher departed, and for a moment the class became a bit rowdy as they waited for our next sensei to come in. Madoka turned in her seat to talk to one of her neighbors. My eyes tracked the motion, falling briefly to her hips and the expanse of thigh exposed.
Yes, I was attracted to her. I didn't fully grasp it, or accept it at the time. I was already… dependent on her by then, emotionally. My thoughts at the time were mostly innocent. I had a few… erotic dreams, yes, but I was ashamed of those and the feelings they brought out in me.
In between one scene and the next, someone changed the reel without telling me. And the lifeless, gray, unchanging world I had come to know… changed.
The homeroom teacher walked in and I frowned. This was off script. Outside of the norm. Something was wrong.
"Alright class, settle down. Unfortunately, Masayoshi-san is no longer with us. Allow me to introduce your new sensei for English language for the year. Please, come in."
And then, you walked into my life.
A gaijin entered the class, at the same time the homeroom teacher excused herself. He was tall, at least compared to Japanese men, standing around 180cm. White, with light brown hair and green eyes. Young looking, perhaps mid-twenties, but it was hard to tell for sure. Physically fit. Handsome, really.
No, I was not 'hot for teacher!' …At least, not yet.
He smiled and waved to the class, before turning to the board and writing out his name. In sharp strokes, he wrote out, [John White].
["Good morning, class. My name is Mr. White. I'll be your English teacher for the rest of the year,"] he said, in English.
I saw the lack of comprehension on most of their faces and wanted to groan internally, but held it in. Of course none of them had actually been paying attention in class, let alone taking it seriously. Well, almost none of them.
Madoka, overachiever and class rep, stood and bowed. "Welcome to our class, Howaito-sensei!" She greeted enthusiastically.
Smiling, but wearing the pained look of someone having their name butchered, he quickly said, "Thank you. I take it you're the class representative, Kaname Madoka-chan?"
"Yes, sensei!" She answered, and I almost rolled my eyes at how happy she sounded. I could almost hear the mental, 'sensei knows my name!' from where I sat. It was adorable.
"Great. Well, I've made the offer to my other classes this morning, so I'll extend it to you all as well. I know English names can be hard to wrap your tongues around, so if it makes you more comfortable, please call me 'Shiro-sensei.' Now, let me take roll so I can start putting names to faces, then we'll get on with the lesson."
I watched as he went over the seating chart. Carefully reading each entry and pronouncing every name on it and matching them to faces.
"And of course, Kaname-san—"
"Please call me Madoka, sensei! Kun or chan is fine," the girl beamed, and a small frown pulled at my lips briefly.
Is she just excited to meet a new teacher, or… could it be a crush at first sight? I'll admit, he's attractive, but Madoka has never shown romantic feelings for anyone before. …What is this feeling in my chest?
Carefully, I summoned my soulgem and looked at it, to find the normally purple inside spotted with… something. It was hard to make out, but it wasn't black. I resolved to track down a witch and collect a grief seed to purify it later today. I needed to be in peak condition at all times, to make sure nothing happened to Madoka. She should be fine today, according to what I knew of her schedule, but the presence of someone new threw that into question.
I pondered that while you continued down the row and on to the next.
Then, you came to me.
You didn't look at the seating chart. You didn't carefully study the characters that made up my name. You looked at me, and I knew then and there that somehow, some way, you knew. I couldn't truly process it at the time. I didn't have all the facts, nor did I have proof beyond circumstantial evidence and a gut feeling. But even still, I knew that you knew.
You saw me. And for the briefest of moments, so brief I almost thought I'd imagined it, you looked sad.
Then the look was gone and you smiled at me. "Akemi Homura." No suffix, no hesitation as to how to read my name because you never looked in the first place.
"Sensei."
I could see why Madoka may have had a crush, I'll admit. But I was suspicious. Nothing ever changed in this gray world unless I changed it. And yet, here you were, replacing our previous English teacher of the last several loops, as though that were normal. As though you didn't care that this was a time loop I had created through my wish to save Madoka from herself.
Despite my suspicions, you went on with the lesson as normal. As though nothing were out of the ordinary. When class ended, you gathered up your things and began to leave. I noticed the way your eyes paused on Madoka and myself as you paused at the door, considering for a moment, before making your offer. "If you need to talk to me about something, feel free to come by the teachers' office. Even if it's not necessarily related to school. Have a good day and I'll see you all tomorrow."
And just like that, you walked back out of my life, if only for the moment. But you left chaos in your wake.
The girls tittered and gossiped, wondering silly things like your favorite foods, if you were seeing someone, if you liked long hair or short. I personally wondered where you had come from, why, and better yet how.
Eventually, the next sensei came in and Madoka got the class under control again. The reel was back on track… But I could tell it wasn't quite the same. There was an excited energy that was normally missing.
I resolved to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.
At lunch, I briefly considered carrying on my usual routine.
…No, not watching Madoka while I ate. Observing her to make sure Kyubey didn't make a move.
Instead, I decided to track down the anomaly. So I took my bento with me and made my way to the teachers' room. I paused outside the open door as I spotted you sitting facing away from the door, and across from you sat Tomoe Mami. Leaning against the wall beside the door, I listened and waited.
Yes, I eavesdropped.
"So when's the last time you had a home visit, Tomoe-san?"
"It's… been a while," the blonde admitted. Of course, it would have been, with both of her parents dead. But the Incubators usually took care of those little details, typically by memory manipulation.
"Alright. Someone should come by and visit, just to make sure everything is okay at home. I can do it this afternoon and get it out of the way, or if you prefer, I can schedule a female sensei to do it later in the week. Whatever you're comfortable with."
Mami shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'd rather get it out of the way, as you said. What sort of tea do you prefer, sensei? I'll have some ready for you when you arrive."
"Anything is fine. I'm not really big on tea or coffee."
"What time should I expect you, sensei?"
"Is six okay? There's no telling how long it'll actually take once classes end for me to get out of here, so I'd rather play it safe."
"That's fine."
With that, you said your goodbyes and Tomoe left. I considered approaching, now that you were free, but decided against it for the moment. I knew where Tomoe lived and the home visit would be an excellent way to learn more about you without you being aware of my presence. So I went to find somewhere to eat lunch.
Yes, in sight of Madoka. She had lunch outside with Miki Sayaka.
You say that every time, you know? But… yes. I was jealous. Jealous that it was Miki she chose to spend her time with and not me. Frustrated that, in order to best protect Madoka, it was easiest to do so from afar—which meant that I couldn't partake of simple pleasures like that.
I realize now that I was being foolish. I'll say it again: thank you, sensei.
That afternoon, I took up a position on the roof of a building with a clear view on Tomoe's apartment through her balcony door, after making sure Madoka made it home safely. From under my shield, I took out an observation tool and a freshly procured listening device—a microphone with a parabolic dish that I had collected from a police station.
…Why do you think I knew there to find one of those on short notice? They're very helpful when I need to observe Madoka from afar and hear what she says to the Incubator.
Yes, my 'observation tool' came equipped with a bipod and crosshairs, why do you ask?
Tomoe arrived home just before five and began preparing. I watched as she heated water, made desserts, and made dinner. The rat watched from her kitchen counter as they talked quietly. I scratched my itchy finger on the trigger, but the safety remained on, even as I centered the crosshairs on its head and whispered, "Bang."
"No, it's okay. You don't have to change his memories, Kyubey."
"I'll speak with him and convince him I'm doing well on my own."
"Well, of course you missed this one, if he was only just hired because of an emergency or early retirement. It's nothing to worry about."
The rat obviously believed something was up, but had no way to convince Tomoe of this. Not with logic. It must have decided to see how things played out, because Tomoe stopped responding to it.
Shortly after six in the afternoon, the bell rang and Tomoe answered the intercom. "Good evening sensei! I'll unlock the door, so come on up."
Turning to the rat, she said, "Why don't you go out for a bit? This is just going to be boring school stuff."
Surprisingly, the rat left.
Not long later, Tomoe answered the door and let you in. I watched and listened as you exchanged greetings, before she asked you to have a seat in her living room.
You walked in and set your briefcase down on her glass coffee table, before looking around the room. After a moment, you stepped over to the balcony and looked outside. Out over the city around and below us. And then, your eyes swept over the rooftops. I wondered briefly what you were doing.
Your eyes met mine through my rifle scope. You smiled. My heart hammered in my chest as I realized you were looking for me.
My mind whirled. How does he know?! How did he know I would be here? Is it just a coincidence? Why isn't he panicking at having a rifle aimed at his heart?
Then you waved and turned away, moving back to the couch and sitting down, to open up your briefcase. Tomoe brought the both of you tea and took the seat across from you.
"So, how about this? I'll ask the stuff on this form and fill it out, get it out of the way, and then we can talk a bit without the formality hanging over our heads. That sound good, Tomoe-san?"
"Please, sensei. Call me Mami. Either kun or chan are fine, or even without the suffix if you like. I know honorifics aren't used in most Western languages."
"They aren't. Okay then, Mami. So, let's see. 'Is the home clean?'" You looked around her freakishly neat apartment and she smiled. "Probably cleaner than my place," you laughed.
You went through a few more observation type questions before asking her, "How do you feel about school? Do you feel safe and comfortable? Do you feel like everything is being done for you that could be, and do you have any comments or complaints, either about the school, your peers, or a faculty member or members?"
Tomoe— …yes, fine. I suppose I can call her Mami, if only because it's a syllable shorter and it's moderately disrespectful on my part. No, I don't hate her any more. I've grown to tolerate her, thanks to you. I do dislike her, however. But I know you have a soft spot for her, so I will try to avoid antagonizing her. You are too kind by far, sensei. But… I suppose that is why I trust you.
Mami hummed and answered, "I think I'm enjoying school this year. I feel just as safe and comfortable at school as I do walking down the street." Which was one way to say, 'not at all.' After all, almost nowhere is safe with witches in the world. Almost. We will be moving your things to my home shortly. It is the only secure location in Mitakihara.
Of course. It helps that I am one of the oldest magical girls alive, due to my circumstances. It's amazing the sorts of things you pick up over the course of your life, outside of your specialty. How to ward a location against intrusion is just one of many things I've learned over my time in this labyrinth.
"I feel like the school is doing everything it can and should to provide a suitable learning environment for its students. I have no complaints about the school or anyone in it. I will say that it's nice to have so many cute kohai looking up to me this year, as a third year," she smiled over the rim of her teacup.
"Alright. In that vein, how do you feel about your home life? Do you feel safe? Are you having all of your needs met? Do you feel that your parents are providing everything you need?"
Mami bit her lip at that. "I… it's very lonely, sensei. No, I don't feel safe, but I don't feel like I'm in danger either. All of my physical needs—food, shelter, clothing—are being met. I feel that my parents provided everything they could for me."
You frowned at that, before asking, "Where are your parents, anyway? Are they at work? I'd like to speak with them at some point."
You looked uncomfortable asking. As though you weren't going to like the answer.
I frowned at that. I wasn't sure how I knew exactly, not at the time, but something told me you already knew. The same way you knew what I was. The same way you knew to look for me. Now, of course, I know that you knew ahead of time.
"I'm sorry, sensei. I would like to speak with them as well. Unfortunately, that is impossible. My parents passed away several years ago, you see." I was unsurprised when Mami's voice cracked.
"You live here alone? And take care of all of this yourself?"
"I do," she confirmed.
"What about the bills? Groceries and other shopping? Who takes care of all of that?"
"I do, sensei."
"You don't have any relatives you can go to?"
Mami shook her head. "I don't."
"How are you not in the foster system? And where's the money come from?"
"A… friend takes care of that." By which she meant the Incubators altered digital and physical records along with memories in order to make sure no one looked too closely. "As for money, I inherited everything from my parents. They were moderately wealthy and I've managed their money well. If I'm careful about my spending, I could realistically never work a day in my life once I graduate high school."
You set down your sheet and pen, and I knew the interview was over. When you spoke next, it wasn't just empty platitudes. I could tell you meant every word, and I know Mami did as well. And somehow… I had the feeling you weren't just speaking to Mami.
"It's been hard, hasn't it?"
Mami nodded, looking up from her tea. "It has. It really has."
"You've done a good job on your own. It's something to be proud of. Not everyone could have done what you have."
My throat clenched up at that as you turned your head away from Mami, to look out the balcony door at me. I wanted, needed to know how you knew. But at the same time, I found myself unable to move.
"T-thank you, sensei," she choked up a bit, and you turned your focus back to her. "It feels good to finally hear someone say it."
"I'll help you however I can, but I think right now what you probably need most is someone to talk to. Right?"
"Can," she swallowed thickly, "can I?"
"Of course."
Mami set her tea down on the coffee table and stood, moving around to sit down on the couch beside you. "I know, I know it isn't appropriate, but… can I have a hug?"
It was pathetic. She looked pitiful, with her watery eyes and her nose beginning to run. And begging for a hug just made it worse. Even with her betrayal, it hurt to look at.
… No, it wasn't empathy. It was pity I felt.
Heedless of her messy state, in an act of kindness, you put your arm around her and pulled Mami into your chest. She broke down crying and sobbing, and it was some time before she stopped. At the time, I felt like you were a saint for putting up with her crying all over you, but I know now that that's just how you are. You actually care. It's why I like you.
No, I wasn't jealous of her! I did not want a hug of my own and for someone to tell me that I'd done a good job, trying to save Madoka from herself.
I'm not blushing. Shut up.
"Shh. It's okay, Mami."
I felt uncomfortable, watching you give her comfort. But I was stubborn and curious, I had to know. So I stuck around.
Finally, she settled down and just leaned against you. "Thank you, sensei. It's been… so long since I've touched another person. Can I stay like this for a little while?"
She was complaining about lack of human contact. It irked me. At that point, the last friendly human contact I'd had was the day I—
…Yes. That loop. I hadn't touched anyone since, and it was years before you appeared.
"As long as you need to."
Mami was quiet for just a moment. The listening device barely picked it up when she said, "You shouldn't offer that, sensei. It's not fair."
"How so?"
"If you offer that now and take it away later, it will just hurt more. I don't know that I'll be able to take it. I've been hurt before. I've made friends and lost them, or they left, or I've had to ask them to leave. I don't want to hurt anymore. But I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't know what to do."
"I won't promise that I won't hurt you. People hurt each other all the time. It's part of being human. But I can promise that I won't hurt you intentionally."
"… Do you mean it?"
"I do."
Mami was quiet for a few moments, before she leaned up and planted a kiss on your lips. I saw the indecision there as you placed your hands on her shoulders, to push her away. My listening device picked up a whine from her as her hands fisted in your shirt and she clung on to you desperately. Even I could tell that if you pushed her away now, she would take it as a rejection—as breaking the promise you only just made. It was emotionally manipulative of her, and I disliked her even more for it. But you apparently realized all of that and accepted it anyway.
I saw the resignation on your face as you kissed her back and moved your hands off of her shoulders to wrap around her, pulling her into your lap. Mami made a happy sound and her hands began working at your dress shirt, undoing the buttons.
But you still had to at least try to dissuade her from what she obviously wanted. I think she was desperate and lonely, and wanted physical closeness, intimacy—and it was disgusting that she would twist your offer of solidarity into an excuse for sex. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against hers as she continued working at your buttons, her hands already slipping inside your shirt to run over your chest and stomach. "Mami, we don't have to do this—"
"I want to, sensei. Please? If, if you don't want to I understand, but can I please have this?"
"I didn't say I don't want to. You're a beautiful girl, Mami. I just don't want to take advantage of you."
She smiled then. "It's not. If anything sensei, I want to take advantage of you. Any taking advantage would be mutual. So please, take advantage of me, and let me take advantage of you."
Her begging face must have been pathetic enough to convince you, because you nodded and kissed her again. She made a pleased sound and undid your shirt the rest of the way, before working on your belt. I watched, feeling like a voyeur as your hands came around and began undoing the buttons on her uniform shirt, exposing those huge lumps of fat she calls breasts barely contained by her bra.
Why do you always insist that I have some sort of complex over my chest? I don't. I am perfectly happy with my svelte form. More than a handful is a waste, and Mami is very wasteful. Miki as well. Kyoko, myself, and Madoka all have a perfectly reasonable and attractive bust, especially for Japanese girls.
…I am not biased towards liking flat girls just because Madoka is not as developed as the others. Have you seen her mother? Junko is not flat.
I don't see what you like in breasts that large anyway. … Yes, you've said variety is the spice of life before, but I don't see it. Though… I suppose it is fun to use her own magic to tie her up and abuse them.
If I am a sadist, it is only because you bring out the best in me, sensei. I can be my true self with you and you don't run away. Now, continuing on…
Mami got your pants open, dug her hands into them and below your boxers, and fished out your cock.
Ufufufu. It's always satisfying, seeing your surprise when I talk dirty. Thank you for teaching me such wonderful words, sensei. Want to know what's even more satisfying? When we corrupt Madoka enough that she begins using those words as well. Ah, it makes my heart pound just thinking about it.
Ahem.
I studied your partially nude form through my scope and my mouth watered. Yes, I'll admit, I had looked at pornography before now. And yes, admittedly, at the time my tastes had begun leaning towards finding pornographic content with small, slim girls who looked like Madoka… But I still very much appreciated the male form. Yours was a particularly appealing specimen. It was large, without being grotesque or frightening in its size—Mami's hand couldn't even close around its thickness. I saw it was cut, so there was no risk of phimosis or smegma.
She seemed to appreciate it as well, as she cooed audibly, before reaching under her skirt and presumably shifting her panties aside, then lowering her bare cunt down to engulf your cock.
I didn't know it was bare at the time, no. Her skirt and the angle I was at prevented me from seeing that detail. But I know she shaves. We have since had Mami countless times. You rarely fail to seduce her in any loop, or perhaps I should say 'be seduced by her.' Any loop where you offer Mami an ear to listen to and suggest a home visit, she will take advantage of you. It's one of the easiest ways to gain her loyalty, in fact. But we'll talk about that later.
Watching through my scope, my breathing quickened and I felt myself growing hot and wet as Mami began to slowly ride you. She pulled off her bra, freeing her overly large tits, before pressing them into your chest—squeezing them between the two of you as she sought out as much physical contact as she could muster.
"Ah, sensei~. It feels so good," she crooned. "Why does it feel so good? My skin tingles everywhere you touch me."
You chuckled, shifting your head so you could attack her neck with kisses and bits—I know how you are, you like to leave hickeys. Especially because we'll just make them disappear before we go to school again. She moaned at the attention, rolling her hips slowly back and forth in your lap, one of her hands rubbing your back and the other coming up to run her fingers through your hair. I watched you do likewise, and I'll admit, it was very satisfying watching you grab a handful of her blonde hair at the back of her head and pull her head back to expose her throat to your lips, teeth, and tongue.
"I feel like my worries are floating away," Mami whispered, her golden eyes going half-lidded as her thick thighs visibly flexed and clenched at your own legs between them.
Yes, it does feel amazing to have one's soulgem purified that way. Even just holding your hand leaves me wet within a minute. Direct contact with our soulgems pretty much guarantees orgasm within a few moments. The others never fail to take advantage and go even further than simply holding hands once they figure it out. Even Miki, the most stubborn of them, only takes a few days of handholding before she's bouncing enthusiastically on your cock, Kamijo entirely forgotten. Amusingly, for as standoffish and aggressive as she is normally, Kyoko is one of the most physically needy once she gets a taste.
No, I didn't masturbate to the sight of you and Mami rutting like animals and you can't prove otherwise.
"You're a good girl, Mami. You don't have to be alone anymore," I heard you whispering sweet reassurances into her ear, and I was only a little surprised to see tears running from her eyes at that, even as she smiled happily and picked up her pace.
"Love me more, sensei. Don't let me go," Mami pleaded, bouncing in your lap and panting.
"I won't, Mami," you promised. Your hand trailed down to her skirt, then under it, resting on her firm, round ass.
…What? She has a nice ass. I can admit that.
Her face grew red, the blush spreading down to the tops of her breasts as she began to lose her rhythm. I watched as you smirked and swatted her ass lightly. "Come for me, Mami. That's it…"
"Sensei~!" Mami shrieked, her rhythm failing entirely as she latched onto you and ground herself down against you as hard as she could, her body shuddering.
I watched as you grabbed her hips and fucked her up and down in your lap as you thrust up into her hard, drawing a little squeal out of her every time your hips met. Then, with a grunt, you pulled her down into your lap and held her there.
Mami's moan was lewd and sent a shiver down my spine, straight to my pussy. "So warm~."
After that, you cuddled on her couch for a while and worked things out between you. You agreed to see her after school when she wanted more attention and she promised not to cause problems at school. You ate supper together, then went for another round—this time in her bed. Thankfully, Mami opens the shades on her bedroom windows every morning, otherwise I'd have needed to stop time and do it myself.
Then you left, leaving Mami behind looking happier than I had ever seen her. When she took out her soulgem, it glowed.
Of course, it was about that time that the rat decided to show itself. It saw her soulgem and its beyond pure state. I think it figured out that something had happened at that moment, but not what or how. But the Incubators are nothing if not patient. They're adherents to the scientific method and like to gather evidence before testing a theory.
That one slip is why you died, later on in that loop. A victim of a witch I had never seen before, suddenly forming seemingly at random, right in your apartment.
Precisely. If witches are just 'mature' magical girls, then grief seeds are the remnants of soulgems. I believe the reason the Incubators collect them instead of destroying them isn't to collect energy as they say—not directly. Yes, more of the tricky wording they use. I believe they use them to collect energy by letting those grief seeds become witches again and setting them loose in the population, to cause magical girls more despair.
What did I do, after you left Mami's apartment? Nothing, yet. I went home and considered everything I had seen. I reviewed the footage from the camera attached to the recording device. Then I made my plan, to approach you the very next day and confront you about it. At gunpoint, if need be.
"You're a very blunt girl when you want to be, Homura."
"Thank you, sensei."
"That's not a compliment."
"I know."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Well, you can tell me how that went later. In the meantime, how about we get dressed and go for that tour you mentioned."
"Agreed. I'll pack your things once you're finished dressing."
Eyeing the girl, I asked, "Are you sure I should be moving in with you?"
"Yes," Homura answered immediately. "My home is the only place in Mitakihara secure against intrusion from witches, Incubators, and other magical girls. And you need to be secure from all three, if you want to live to see the end of the loop. Kyubey is not above having another Incubator bring in magical girls from outside of Mitakihara to assassinate you. Amano Suzune is the usual choice. I don't like losing you. Depending on when you die, your death can create as many as four witches in Mitakihara."
"Yeah, let's give that a pass," I murmured, beginning to pull on my clothes. "Tell me about Suzune."
"You intend to seduce her?"
"I don't like it when you say it like that. I'm not trying to seduce you girls or take advantage—"
Homura nodded. "I know. But I'm convinced that my letter to you implies that you are helping by doing exactly that. Especially given the way our soulgems react to you. That's why I decided that helping you to seduce as many magical girls as possible, in order to use them in the fight against Walpurgisnacht, is the only viable way out of this."
"It's not the only way…" Homura raised an eyebrow and I shook my head. "Probably more viable though. You'll appreciate it more. So I guess that's the plan we came up with?"
"Mm. Uniting as many magical girls as possible under one banner and removing the need for grief seeds seems to be the only way to break the system, short of killing the Incubators entirely—and I'm not sure that can be done. It will make you a target for them, but with enough magical girls, I'm not sure they'll be able to realistically do anything about it. They're logical. Logically, the best thing to do would be to cut their losses."
"I don't buy it. But if we haven't tried it yet…?" I trailed off and Homura shook her head, answering the question, "Then yeah, let's try it. Where do you think we should start?"
"Mami. But getting Suzune before Kyubey can put the thought in her head is a priority. There are others it can use, but she is one of the best I've encountered."
"Okay," I slipped on my shoes. Seeing I was done, she left the bed, smiling at the way my eyes traced over her nubile, nude form. She transformed and began sticking my things behind her shield, beginning with my briefcase. "Suzune. What do you know about her?"
"She lives in…"
