Lol, my timing is as great as ever... only 3 days late :P

Well, it is here now, and it's time to continue... or maybe actually start... one of the other plot threads. I liked how it turned out, and there's some pretty saucy stuff to enjoy this chapter. I hope you guys like this chapter.

Outside of the curtains and the "self-discovery" session, things were a lot more boring, with Chihiro drooping over her desk… for some odd reason, even though she was next to two of her closest friends and Kanon-chan, she couldn't help but feel frustrated at the lack of things to talk about.

"Ugh!" she yelled, "are we seriously just going to wait here?" she looked to Yui and Ayumi, who shrugged.

"I could give you a back massage, if you'd like," the former responded. The guitarist paused for a moment to think about it.

"Yui does give awesome back rubs," Chihiro smiled, "but that doesn't really solve the problem…"

"You don't want to wait to get into Katsuragi's pants," Ayumi asked sympathetically. As she'd hoped, Chihiro turned a nice red.

"This isn't about me!" she grumbled, "all of us will have to wait for this tutoring thing, so we need to find something to pass the time…"

"How about Truth or Dare?" Kanon spoke from her seat a little further away. She could understand the girls' frustration, "I've always wanted to play that with friends…"

Nanaka, who'd kinda been skulking around, perked up at the mention. Honestly, now that the class had dispersed, she was feeling a little left out, considering she was from an entirely different school… she may be an extrovert who picked fights with Shougi clubs whenever, but making friends was a whole other game.

As she saw it, this looked like a pretty good opportunity.

"That might be interesting," Chihiro sat up, "and considering the kind of party it is, we might end up with different kinds of questions too…"

Yui and Ayumi glanced at each other and nodded excitedly… however, it was the drummer who actually noticed the fairly blatant stare the Shougi enthusiast.

"Do you want to join, Haibara-san?" Yui asked politely.

"Ya bet!" Nanaka rushed forward, nearly toppling Jun's empty desk in her haste, "I love games!"

"Well, five of us aren't a bad crowd," Ayumi stood up, "so are we sitting on the floor or‒"

"Make that six…" Akari waved her book at them slowly, "this might be the best use of my time here…"

The girls glanced at each other… even though Nanaka was from a different school, the short Senpai in her dirty coat felt more like the odd man out… Kanon was a little alarmed at the small book she seemed to be writing in… she was certain the book had been near empty when she started, but she'd made decent progress by now…

"The more the merrier," Chihiro stood up, a bright smile on her face, "let's get this show on the road!"

It was actually a quick process from there… the girls cleared up an area and they sat in a circle ("wow, i's like the floor has cushions 'nway," Nanaka gushed as she settled in), and Ayumi grabbed her water bottle.

"So ground rules… punishment games?" Chihiro rubbed her hands together excitedly.

"It depends…" Akari settled herself in as well, "are we going to play it like we would at any party, or are we keeping it with theme of today's lesson?"

"Like sex?" Yui wondered. Akari shrugged.

"Maybe we won't want to have sex with anyone here, but we might have some questions on preferences…"

"The dares might end up being more adventurous too…" Ayumi rocked on her knees slightly.

There was a lull as each girl considered the implications behind that… for Chihiro, four of the girls were schoolmates, and three of them were actually close to her… would she be able to look them in the eye tomorrow after learning some truth they would almost never admit to her otherwise?

On the other hand, she had also seen Yui's cum-coated fingers in Ayumi's mouth (even she's admit that was an erotic sight), and that hadn't changed much for her… this whole lesson was a moral shit-show, and she knew what she was risking in the first place… she knew she might not be able to see her friends in the same way, but she would only know in the future if that change would be bad or good…

Chihiro couldn't deny it… the situation with Keima and her friends was difficult, and it was made even harder because they weren't being honest about their feelings… if they could become closer and more willing to trust each other, wouldn't revealing her inner-most thoughts be a small price to pay…

She remembered that moment as Keima and Nikaidou bowed down in front of them… they were scared too, but they had faith in Chihiro and the other girls.

"Consider me an open book…" Chihiro was the first person to answer, "if Katsuragi and Nikaidou are willing to trust you, so am I…"

Maybe the other girls wouldn't get how big a deal that was, but Ayumi definitely did… She slapped a hand on Chihiro's shoulder.

"You know I'm gonna embarrass the shit out of you, right?" she spoke cheerfully, but when her bandmate turned to her, the runner had a gentle smile on her face…

"Bring it, bitch!" Chihiro elbowed her. Without either of them saying a word, they knew that it would be alright, so they were on board.

"Why not?" Kanon smiled, "I'll play whatever my friends are playing."

"I'm in…" Yui agreed, "I'm burning with ideas already…"

"I-I'm not gonna lose to ya'll!" Nanaka waved her fist competitively, "but there be'er be a punishment game for the wusses…"

"I'm thinking that the person who doesn't fulfil their truth or dare should have to stay naked for five minutes…" Akari added, getting some collective oohs from the group… that would motivate them…

In any case, Chihiro wouldn't be opposed to seeing anyone here in their birthday suit… She'd called most of the girls bombshells for a reason.

"All in favour?" Chihiro asked.

"Aye!"

"Awesome… so who wants to be first?"

It hushed up for a few moments, before Akari lifted up her hand, requesting a truth. Seeing that, Kanon perked up as well.

"Can I ask?" the idol's eyes shone. Chihiro shrugged.

"What have you been writing in your book?" was Kanon's question. While it wasn't sexy, the other girls nodded, seeing that they'd been wondering that as well. Akari flipped the pages in front of the girls.

"Mostly diagrams and notes from the theory section," the senpai shrugged, "and a few observations I have made…"

"What observations?" Yui asked. Akari had no obligation to answer follow-up questions, gaining some eehhs from the rest of the circle… however, it was done, so Ayumi passed the bottle to Akari, who spun it to find its next victim.

Nanaka…

"Truth or dare?" Akari asked. The shougi girl didn't really know what to expect, but she wouldn't back down.

"Dare," Nanaka said confidently.

"Pull off Idol-san's underwear…" the mad scientist asked, opening her book lightning fast to note down the reactions.

The last question had been a softball, but this dare would have put Shohei Otani to shame. After the initial shock, the laughter was raucous, with both Nanaka and Kanon resembling tomatoes…

"C-c-can I really do this?" Nanaka ruffled her fluffy hair nervously.

"If Kanon-chan agrees, I don't see why not…" Ayumi wiped a tear from her eye.

For a moment, the idol and the shougi girl watched each other, an attractive blush staining both of their faces. Maybe it was the hormones speaking, but the dare… honestly didn't feel like the worst thing in the world.

"I-I'm okay with it…" Kanon muttered, her face resembling her hair as she broke eye contact with the group… the girls turned to the still reluctant Nanaka with the 2-B Pencils beginning a "DO IT!" chant. Akari continued to write, her eyes not leaving the group as she scribbled.

Nanaka gulped as she crawled forward, and after a brief applause, everyone fell silent as the orange-head approached the pinkette…

"Wait wait wait!" Kanon jumped up, "at least let me stand."

It helped that Kanon couldn't see Nanaka in the face, but that didn't mean that her slowly advancing orange-hair wasn't making her more excited and nervous. When Nanaka was less than a foot away from her, she pulled herself up on her knees to look at the idol, a concentrated look on her face.

"I-I'm just gon' pull from the sides," she spoke… possibly as clearly as anyone who would have the opportunity to remove the underwear of Japan's sweetheart idol could, "I'll try not to touch ya more than I need ta."

Kanon nodded… then Nanaka's warm hands came in under her skirt. Even without touching her, the pinkette could feel the heat radiating off her hands, and it was doing weird things to her head…

Suddenly, a new blush stained the idol's face as her brain wished Nanaka could do a little more than just removing her underwear. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the fabric of her panties move, then shift downwards, starting from the band on her hips to the part by the crotch, which sent tingles all down her body, to the final sticky parting from her lower lips… fucking hell, had she been that wet before!?

She managed to stop herself from moaning at the feel of Nanaka's warm fingers barely brushing her skin… she barely managed to keep herself together as she felt her pussy become exposed to the air… but as she felt her hands ghost around the back of her thighs, before her pink panties came into view for the rest of the girls, the sound which came out of her mouth was certainly more than a gasp. Her entire body felt too weak to pull away or try and stop the onslaught of the girl's fingers on the back of her knees or her calves… after getting a grip on herself, she quickly hopped out of her panties, her heart racing and her body begging for release… still, her modesty was enough for her to sit down on her legs and press her skirt firmly down on her thighs…

Oh God, she was in commando now… she could almost certainly feel her pussy juice dripping down to her calves underneath her… she really felt like a pervert now.

Nanaka was in front of her, the pair of baby pink panties in her hand. Looking at Kanon, she was certain that the idol was even more embarrassed than the girl who'd been removing said underwear… and she was pretty damn mortified already…

Nanaka was a simple girl, who didn't care for drama, and always wore her opinions and feelings on her face… but as she'd been there, her thoughts had run in a thousand different directions… from peeking underneath to see if it would be pink there too, to playing around there a little further, seeing if she could cause some stronger reactions… there were so many ways to overstep her bounds, but Nanaka understood the need for rules, even if it was against what she wanted. Now that she'd acquired the underwear which had completed her objective, she noticed the idol's face, which was bright red in embarrassment… she'd known that Kanon-chan was supposed to be cute, but considering her first meeting with her involved her removing the idol's panties… how fucking lucky was she!?

Any guy would kill to be where she was.

In fact, even the other girls here were partially jealous, or at least a little turned on by what was happening…

"Was that as arousing as that looked?" Akari asked, and Nanaka scrunched the panties.

"W-wha'dya mean?" she blushed, "it aint like I was aroused…"

Well, that was honestly a big fat lie… one she wouldn't normally tell, but…

"Not you… I'm asking about Idol-san…"

"Like if… s-she was wet…" Nanaka stuttered, her face turning even redder, now possibly matching the idol…

Considering what she was clutching in her hand, yeah, Kanon was wet enough to leave some residue on her underwear… but was it really in her place to say?

"Eh, I did the bet…" Nanaka shrugged as she hid the panties behind her back, her face less composed than what she'd liked to be, "Don't need ta tell ya nutting."

The group awwed at the lack of an answer.

Kanon gave her a smile, but she didn't see it, considering she was moving back to her previous position in the circle. Chihiro smiled, somewhat understanding the meaning behind it.

"Come to think of it…" she voiced out loud, "Aoyama and Uemoto still aren't back yet, huh?"

"Yeah…" Yui nodded, "where could those two be?"

Unbeknownst to the group, the former was actually really close, as she'd been looking through the door, wondering whether she should actually go in at this point…

If she wasn't having enough doubts about this whole practical private tutoring whatever, that had to begin…

And now they were playing Truth or Dare… talk about a commoner's sport…

"Yo," Sumire appeared out of nowhere, nearly scaring Mio into bumping her head against the wooden door, "why aren't you going inside?"

"No reason," Mio said coolly as she leant against the wall, "rather, what's the deal with the bag?"

Now that she'd turned to look at the taller girl, she had a large plastic bag with her. From the writing on the side of it, it seemed to be from the closest convenience store.

"Went shopping," Sumire said brightly as she shoved one arm in, "I actually got something for you too…"

Mio raised an eyebrow… that was surprisingly kind, considering she'd only met the girl today…

"What's the catch?" the blonde sighed. Sumire laughed.

"No catch…" the brunette held out her hand, concealing something, "I just want to be in your good graces… so hold out your hand."

Mio complied reluctantly… luckily, it was a bar of chocolate… a Kit Kat, actually. Mio found herself softening at the reference.

"Thank you," she answered, a lot more sincerely, "although, I did eat lunch already."

"Then you can snack on it whenever…" Sumire smiled, "if you don't eat it, I would've made it into ramen."

For a moment, Mio froze, wondering how someone could eat sweet ramen… then she remembered the rumours going around her class… there was a shop in Narusawa which made something like that.

"Do you know that Sweet Ramen place in Narusawa?" Mio asked curiously. Sumire looked out of her bag to the blonde.

"Why, have you eaten from there!?" the brunette gushed without letting Mio answer, "it's my shop, Sumire-ya… I'm the one who came up with it!"

Mio didn't know whether to be impressed or disturbed by the creativity needed to come up with an out-of-the-box ramen type like that(she wasn't much of a cook herself, so…), but she decided that if she ever did go to Narusawa, she'd check out the shop.

She wasn't against sampling commoner's food once in a while.

"G-good for you…" Mio replied, her admiration taking a backseat in usual tsundere fashion, "it's no Omelette-Soba sandwich, but it's not bad."

It seemed like the words just blew past Sumire, whose violet-tinted eyes fell on the papered over window on the door.

"Rather, what's happening in there that you don't want to go?" Sumire turned to Mio, who blanched slightly.

"It seems like some kind of game," Mio looked at her chocolate bar as a blush started forming on her face, "this round involved taking Nakagawa Kanon's underwear off…"

For a moment, Sumire's expressive eyes widened as she processed the words. Suddenly, she pushed Mio out of the way so she could open the door and see for herself… sure enough, Kanon was squirming slightly on the floor, her face and ears blending well with the bright pink hair.

Sumire smirked… to say this was an interesting development would be selling it short. In fact, she wished she'd hurried to get back earlier to see what had actually happened…

"So…" she turned to Mio as she waggled her eyebrows, "are you worried about going inside because they might take your panties off?"

"O-of course not!" Mio glared at the taller brunette, "It's Truth or Dare… I'm safe if I just keep saying Truth…" suddenly, she shook her head violently, "actually, I don't want to play this at all!"

"Even though you've formulated your strategy already…" Sumire arched an eyebrow, "I don't believe you…"

With that, she opened the door and pulled the protesting blonde with her… those two were playing, make no mistake about that.

It was a couple of minutes later that they'd settled the two new contestants in (with them somehow succeeding in embarrassing Kanon even further with Sumire asking if the carpets matched the drapes), but luckily, the attention was off her soon enough when the bottle spun to Chihiro, the new victim of this game.

After the last level, Chihiro was more cautious than she would normally be, rather selecting Truth… Nanaka opened her mouth, before Yui grabbed her back and whispered something into her ear… the normal girl suddenly had a sinking feeling as she imagined any ideas Yui might have given.

Especially when Nanaka's smile grew broader…

"Chihiro, innit?" the girl nodded, "I actually have a question based on something ya said earlier…"

"Yeah?" Chihiro said slowly… she kind of had a feeling she knew what this was about.

"Ya mentioned tha' ya've masturbated to Keima before… so what kinda fantasies have ya had about 'im?"

As soon as those words left the smirking girl's mouth, there were unanimous roars of approval as all the girls turned to Chihiro, their eyes burning.

Nanaka could not have chosen a more embarrassing and titillating question to ask Chihiro, and she knew it… while she wasn't blushing at tomato level yet, the burning glare the guitarist was sending the drummer could probably melt butter. Yui was much too amused to be bothered by that though.

Chihiro cursed under her breath… she'd been exactly right about this question being one she wouldn't like… she couldn't consider the answer as the question was just echoing around her head… suddenly, her blush dissolved and she answered.

"Yes…" she turned to Nanaka. For a moment, all the girls paused, before they just looked confused, "you asked whether my name was Chihiro, and it is…"

There was a groan as everyone realised which technicality Chihiro was clinging to. They weren't going to let that pass though.

"Stingy!"

"You're the worst, Kosaka!"

"Don't make me kick you, Chihiro…"

Chihiro held firm until Akari reminded her that she'd need to strip down to her birthday suit if she didn't answer.

"She asked about your fantasies, and you said you'd tell the truth about it…" Akari continued… Chihiro sighed. Being naked was worse than admitting some of the things she'd imagined with Keima…

Just, now she'd have to think about which one of her fantasies she could admit to… possibly something the other girls might experience themselves… like Keima taking her to bed.

Chihiro loved exaggerating, but she was certain this time… she was on fucking fire as Keima's demanding mouth was ravaging hers en route to the bed… how they didn't break anything in their path was a miracle for both of them, considering how they were blind to anything other than each other.

Obviously, they'd have their eyes closed, but with their roving hands and the taste of their tongues and the sloppy sounds as they moved closer and further, taking in each other's scent and presence… even without their eyes open, it was already enough of a sensory overload.

Still, as Chihiro's back hit the bed, she couldn't help but risk exploding her intensely beating heart as she took in the view of Keima hovering above her, his hair was even a bigger mess than usual from her hands running through them, and even with him sweating and panting, she couldn't help but feeling more and more endeared by his gorgeous face.

God, she loved him! How fucking lucky was she to be able to see this… to feel his wiry body against her and taste him? Maybe it was just his tongue for now, but she could see herself becoming more excited at the thoughts of the crevices she could explore with her fingers and her tongue…

Instead of letting her mind run, she let her body do the talking by grabbing him around the neck and bringing him down on her, feeling the weight of his body on her. While Keima grappled to secure his arms against the bed so he wouldn't squash her, she was entirely unconcerned, her teeth brushing against his earlobe as her tongue explored the fleshier part of his ear, heating the already inflamed skin…

"Oh God, Chihiro…" he groaned against her neck, and it sent shivers down her spine… she's used to hearing his voice manic as he talks about some game, but his voice is rough and clouded… she could tell that she's the only thing on his mind now, and that was how she was going to keep it… he was hers...

On the slightly tanned skin of his neck, there's already proof of her ownership in the form of a few healed bruises… she smiled, bringing her lips lower. Clearly, she had some more marking to do…

He shuddered as her teeth nibbled against the skin, sending tingles down his semi-clothed body. Still, the feeling got stronger as her mouth movements softened, her mouth taking in more skin as she sucked on it.

Fuck, he tasted good! She didn't even know skin could have a taste, but she loved his… it was just a hint of salt, accompanied by his natural scent… warm and comfortable and safe… maybe those weren't words normally allocated with food, but that was what filled her heart every time he was nearby… like chocolate, without the sweetness…

Except who was she kidding… she'd take him any day of the week, and she adored chocolate!

Keima gasped as Chihiro's mouth tightened around the flesh on his neck with a twinge… he knew well enough of the bruises he'd have there tomorrow, but he still loved it when she was like that… reminding him and everyone that she was his woman…

Like hell he needed that reminder though…

Her energy could only hold her so long as she collapsed… she always forgot to breathe every time her mouth was on him, so he took the time to right himself over her and take in her messy appearance… her clip was barely in her hair, and her checkered shirt was open, giving Keima a nice view of her softly heaving chest underneath her white tank top… a bit lower, her jean short clad legs rubbed against each other, her arousal apparent through them…

There were too many fucking layers, Keima decided as he gnashed his teeth together… he might be the God of Conquest, and removing clothes was hardly difficult … but he couldn't deny how unbelievably hard he was… each time he had this woman in front of him, he was certain he could not get harder, until she proved him wrong the next time.

Maybe she wasn't the most gorgeous girl he'd had the fortune of kissing… she almost certainly didn't have the biggest breasts or the thinnest body, but she still managed to remind him each time of how breathtakingly beautiful she could be… her flushed face averted and her short hair spiking out… her body small and warm under his, just waiting for him to take her.

She turned to him, a cheeky look in her brown eyes.

"Are you waiting for my clothes to disintegrate, or are you going to do something about it yourself?" Keima laughed as he placed a hand on her bare stomach.

"I hope you didn't have much regard for these clothes," he grinned as he captured her lips briefly before standing up and giving her a hand, "because I can't promise you'll get all of them in one piece…"

For a few moments, they clumsily removed each other's upper garments as they tried to not separate for more than a few seconds at a time. Keima couldn't deny that it was inefficient, but God, this woman made it hard to keep his hands off her, even when she wasn't trying.

He got an quick reminder as to why when he unbuttoned her jean short shorts, revealing smooth, near hairless skin… she wasn't wearing any fucking panties the whole day, even though she'd spent a decent part of her day outside with other boys. He pulled away from a kiss, a smirk appearing on his face.

"What's this?" he wondered out loud, his fingertips brushing against the skin, earning a slight moan from Chihiro. With his other hand, he unzipped the shorts, further revealing her shaved pussy, "could it be that this was the only thing you were wearing down there?"

"W-what of it?" Chihiro tried to snap, but the excitement leaked into her voice, "is there something wrong going commando!?"

"Of course," Keima responded, his hand quickly leaving her, eliciting a more disappointed sound, "because it would be just too easy…"

He swiftly slapped both hands on her butt, getting a squeal out off her, but he ignored it, his palms slowly drifting down from the denim to her soft thighs, the skin sensitive enough to make her gasp, even though she did know his intentions to tease her. This wouldn't be the first time, and she highly doubted it would be the last either…

Though going commando… this had just been something she'd thought up earlier today, but she didn't regret it… while the material wasn't the most comfortable, she couldn't deny that the slight rubbing against her lower lips had kept her on her toes the whole day… and now, she'd get to hear exactly what Keima thought about this… she doubted she'd be disappointed either…

His hands stopped as they were squarely pressed against the back of her thighs, before they began their ascent again, this time, behind the material of her shorts. Chihiro cursed as she tried not to collapse on the bed under the feeling… she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing what he could do to her… at least not now.

He cupped her ass again, this time, revelling in the feeling of the soft flesh as squeezed and stretched it. She was doing a good enough job of keeping her cool by clamping her lips shut, but that fell through as his thumbs lowered to caress her labia, making sure to touch as little of the surface as possible. Chihiro swore out loud as her legs buckled. Keima smirked as he stood her upright again.

"You really do make it too easy…" Keima continued his soft strokes, earning a different gasp from her each time, "what would you have done if I'd been doing this to you at school?"

She didn't seem to be in any position to respond, so he continued his ministrations, this time focussing on the place where he knew she'd feel good… While Chihiro struggled to keep herself on her feet, Keima still had a surprisingly clear head… not that her gasps weren't doing anything to him, but he was still in control, and he loved it. His eyes lowered, noticing the wet patch on her bottom of her shorts, a slight trickle of liquid emerging from one of the legs as well… he was well aware of how wet she was, considering where his fingers were, but this was amazing.

"Fuck, you're this wet already…" Keima flicked a finger against her nub, where she cried, "How would you feel if everyone could see you like this?"

"I-I d-d-don't want them to…" Chihiro struggled out, "it's all for you…"

Keima paused, that line affecting him a lot more than he would have expected. This beautiful trembling girl in his arms… he knew that she was his girlfriend… he knew that he'd be the only one who'd get to enjoy this breathtaking image… her hair and clothes in disarray as her pussy wept for him… she was his.

He did have some more teasing lines about turning her on in class, but it didn't matter… he was the only one who had seen her like this, and he'd keep it that way.

Figuring that he'd done more than enough, he placed a kiss on her lips and lay her down, using the last of his self-control to pull down her damp shorts. She hissed as she was exposed to him, but she made no attempt to cover herself, rather forcing herself into a seated position.

"K-Keima…" she whispered, "what about you?"

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one swoop, showing his own rock hard cock. Honestly, just seeing her was foreplay enough. She swallowed, but more from anticipation than fear.

"You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" she told him, earning a small smile from him.

"I could say the same," he scratched his head, only to suddenly fall as Chihiro grabbed him by the waist and pulled him on top of her again. Considering their positions, he was slightly overhead, his hard dick pressed against her navel.

"I love you, Keima…" she spoke into his neck.

"I love you too, Chihiro…" he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, "but I'd love you even more if I could be inside of you…"

Chihiro's laugh vibrated through his neck, sending a new surge of affection through him… he really did consider himself insanely lucky to be here, and he was going to make the best of this moment, and every one of them.

"You put a condom on, and you can be inside all you want…" she gave his butt an affectionate squeeze. He laughed as well, rolling to the side to get one from the nightstand. Chihiro sat cross-legged next to him, stealing the package out of his hand as he turned back.

"Bu‒"

"No!" Chihiro interrupted, "I haven't given you enough attention, so you lie down and let me do this…"

Keima sighed. Chihiro had a stubborn look in her eyes again, so he may as well lie back and let her have her fun… he edged himself so he was leaning against the headboard, propping up a pillow behind him.

"Thank you…" she gave him a bright smile. Keima shrugged, turning his head slightly to watch her fiddle with the package, her tongue between her teeth.

There were a lot of things Keima was uncertain of… he didn't know if sex was the weirdest thing or the most natural thing to do with Chihiro… he didn't know if he'd ever truly assimilate in the world she stayed in, or if he'd keep playing games forever… he didn't know whether he preferred the wide spectrum of real emotions, or the limited, but beautiful emotions games had to offer…

All he knew was that the route he followed to get to her… he wouldn't change that for the world… maybe it was clumsy and imperfect, but considering the vast number of love stories he'd played through, he could say something for certain.

Theirs was still his favourite…

Before he could continue that thought, his body woke up with a jolt as Chihiro kissed the tip of his penis, and he unconsciously thrust himself forward, leaving a smear of pre-cum on her cheek. She smirked.

"Someone's a little excited…" she licked the small amount off the side of her lips, getting a groan from Keima, "just wait till I'm licking it like an ice-cream cone…"

She gave Keima a sly smile as she slid her tongue back in, seemingly enjoying it. Keima broke eye contact, his face glowing redder… she was going to be the death of him!

Chihiro wasted no time from there, her fingers trailing down from the tip all the way down the shaft, playfully flitting over his balls and the base… Keima leant back, his eyes shutting at the pleasant sensation… suddenly, his hips bucked upwards as a new sensation joined it… her slightly opened mouth just above the base. She stopped a moment before continuing to kiss the surface, sometimes dragging her teeth over for a slightly different experience… Keima knew that she was good at this, but fuck! How was any guy expected to not become undone by this onslaught…?

Suddenly, he remembered why… Chihiro had something even worse in her arsenal, and just as he felt her warm tongue against his cock, he tensed up again… before he could even get over that, he could feel her whole mouth around his tip, her tongue writhing and sucking as she bobbed her head backward and forward.

If it was possible, the slurping sounds she was making as she explored the veined surface was even more erotic than what he was feeling, and that was already a fucking high bar.

Before he could even protest or even warn her, his body broke, and his dick exploded in her mouth, sending shots of his creamy seed across her tongue and on her face, as Keima pulled himself out as quickly as he could, ready to grovel in apology… however, Chihiro didn't seem to be bothered at all, a satisfied smile on her face as she swallowed.

"Thanks for the meal…"

Chihiro got a grip on herself, realising how fucked up that previous scene was… if she could even ignore how explicit that scene was, just even from that, her tastes were obvious too… she knew this whole group was pretty liberal, but there was absolutely no way she could mention this without being labelled a pervert!

"You haven't said anything, and you already have a nosebleed," Ayumi spoke blandly. Chihiro blushed and rubbed her nose. The rest of the group laughed as she realised her hand was clean.

"Are you in an anime or something?" Sumire teased.

"Rather, I think that says plenty about what Chihiro was seeing," Yui put her arm around the normal girl, "so do you want to share with the rest of the class?"

Chihiro shook her head vehemently, her hands pressing down on her skirt.

"Well, you do only need to tell one," Mio shrugged, "can't you think of something else?"

Chihiro's head tilted a moment… that sounded like a reasonable enough idea…

Like how about her dragging Keima to the janitor's closet for a quickie, only for him to steal her underwear after they were done?

Or how about them going at it in the boys' bathroom, performing filthy actions in a slightly less filthy place?

Or how about the one where they're in the clubroom, only for Ayumi to come back and join them?

What the fuck!? All of them were horrible! Even the thought of stripping down naked sounded better than telling them about the thoughts that had been running through her head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't…" Chihiro sighed, "I'm already enough of a pervert without saying it out loud, so I'd rather take the punishment…"

She stood up to whoops, but before she could so much as unbutton her jacket, Akari popped up in front of her.

"Actually, I have another suggestion for a punishment game…" the short brunette remarked, "in fact, it's one that can work for any Truth question that the person isn't willing to answer…"

"What might that be?"

"If the player refuses to answer, they have to ask Nikaidou the question they were asked…"

Chihiro found her hopes rising again… she wouldn't need to strip, after all…

"And all I'd have to do is ask her how she imagines Keima as she's masturbating to him…" she said excitedly, before everyone laughed, and her words finally caught up to her…

Oh fuck… what did she just get herself into?

I have a distinct feeling that I ended some other chapter of this story like this... ah well.

So this chapter actually wasn't all that far off than the last one, considering that there was a really long-winded fantasy, and no Keima... it's kinda weird how you don't actually how long certain parts are when it's all in a huge ass document. In any case, you Keima fans need not worry. The next chapter should have Keima again, as well as Chihiro's punishment.

So onto the reviews

Xellos540: first review- Oh, wow! *blushes five shades of red*

Thank you so much for this sweet review. When I write lemons, I really try to be both romantic and hot, so I'm very glad that you did see what I was attempting... although you dissecting some of the lines is a bit embarrassing :P

Though if Keima survived to tell the tale of that cute sound... I guess we don't know yet, coz he still hasn't come in the 12000 odd words that have been between that chapter and now... but I'm willing to spoil the story and say yes... although he probably won't tell anyone else about it... just tease Diana about it when it comes up. :)

second review- And if I thought that the last review made me blush... this is a whole other level of complimenting... so I guess I'm blushing 10 shades of red right now. :P

Heh, I'm also pleased that you noticed the husky reference... I like adding stuff I'd seen at that time in my stories, so kudos to the nth power for actually reading with that much attention... I honestly get the feeling that you and Zelgadis read my stories more deeply than I even do.

That also goes for you actually getting what I'd been attempting to do with the characters. I know that this story is more about the lemony goodness, but I really wanted to make all the girls have different thoughts and their own quirks, and hopefully give them all a satisfying sexual story with Keima. We will see how I reach that though.

Thank you for the reviews... 11/10 would read again, and please send moar *blows a kiss*

ZelgadisGW: To answer your question, yes, Hinoki is an amazing storyteller... with her knowledge of girls, she knows exactly what girls want to hear to turn them on, and you can bet that she'll use her resources wisely and not go too far to the point Jun will protest...

Also, you said it... Minami is a precious cinnamon roll who has to be protected. Also, the imagination is an amazing place... I think both Minami and Hinoki kinda showed that in the last chapter... although who knows how Hinoki came up with that elaborate scenario :P

That's all for this time. If you enjoyed it, be sure to like and subs- wait, this isn't YouTube! :P

Lol, I guess do whatever you want. I like reviews, but that isn't necessary... heck, if you got this far in the author's note, that's plenty.

Thank you for reading, and I hope I see you in the next chapter.