Hi there. I'm finally back with the next chapter of the story that I don't even know if anyone is reading... should probably check though fanfiction analytics, hey.

There's nothing more to say now, so enjoy the chapter:

Keima and Tenri were sitting side by side on the bed, their appearance decent, but their minds… were chaotic, to say in the least: similar, but amazed at how the fuck they'd pulled that off. Neither of them would have considered this a possibility two days ago, but they'd actually done it… and in Tenri's case, only fainted once in the process.

As she saw it, that was kind of a feat on its own.

Despite her shyness, she raised her gaze to Keima, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Honestly, she was kind of glad he wasn't looking at her, considering she still didn't know if she had the ability to look him in the eyes yet. It certainly hadn't been an easy task before, but with what they knew about each other now…

God, he knew what she looked like naked… and what face she made while orgasming… the thought brought a fresh blush to her face, but she didn't turn away.

Honestly, she was over the moon right now… she'd seriously considered kissing Keima to be the height of happiness, but seeing his face after he finished induced a new high she wouldn't have imagined possible.

As she watched his profile, she felt her heart overflow… she really loved his face… be it his usually impassive face, or his strange ones that accompanied his game playing… or his uncertain face as his brilliant mind struggled to work through what he was doing, and everything he felt as she lay in front of him.

She loved his mind and body too… his eccentric personality and his lean physique… she especially loved the new side of those he'd shown her today, and she was certain she'd remember this forever… she loved him… she loved everything about him… after some slight hesitation, her mouth opened.

"Nee… Keima-kun…"

The world seemed to slow down slightly as his handsome face turned to face her.

Honestly, she'd promised herself that she wouldn't bother Keima with her feelings anymore… she knew that it wasn't easy for him to reject her either, and she was fine watching from the sidelines as her feelings would hopefully fade.

Still, this entire situation had pushed her right back into his arms, sending her affections back to where they'd been, if not higher.

But she wasn't able to shake it off… the way he'd looked at her… like she was the most beautiful being on the earth… she knew he didn't love her, so why?

She knew that it would be selfish or possibly unproductive to continue, but she still did.

"I-I love you, Keima-kun!" she yelled, her eyes squeezing shut.

As the words tumbled out of her mouth, her heart pressed in on itself in a painful reminder.

'There won't be an ending between you and me.'

Keima stared at the girl as a trickle of tears fell from her eyes, his brain blanking out completely from his previous thoughts.

The only thing he wanted to do was to get down to the crux of it and stop them… even though it was very likely that he was the cause of them.

His hands reached out to comfort her before he wondered if that was something he should do. As his hand hovered in midair, she spoke again.

"I-it's okay if you don't say it back," her voice cracked. That sentence was a punch in the gut for Keima. Like she knew his feelings hadn't changed at all.

Honestly, this had been a terrible idea! How the hell could he put himself in such an intimate position with her and not expect for her to not say something like this? Or for her to not feel something more for him?

Just, as he looked on at the tears trickling down her cheeks, he knew that saying nothing had changed would be a lie… she trusted him, letting him see a side in her he didn't even know existed… and he had been happy.

Sex hadn't been one of the things he considered very often, but it had been an active decision of his to choose Tenri as his first time if she allowed it… for the devotion she had shown to him, he owed her that much.

Although he'd be lying if he said there was nothing more to his choice… he'd known her the longest of any of the girls, and he was the most comfortable around her… It just wasn't the kind of love she felt towards him. Still, he knew he had to do something. He wasn't going to let her cry.

"Look… Tenri…" he pulled his hands back, "can I tell you something?"

Tenri nodded, not really trusting her voice right now. Keima averted his face from hers as he began.

"I'm sorry that I can't give you the answer you deserve," he sighed, "I really do care about you, but not in the same way you might want me to…"

"Oh…" was all Tenri could manage. His answer didn't really make her feel any worse from where she was, but it didn't really help much either… although they were kinder than what she could have expected.

"I'm not sure if this is going to help with anything, but what we did here now… it was my first time too."

Tenri looked up with murky eyes, seeing Keima looking at his lap, a slight blush on his cheeks. She hadn't really expected that either. True, she had been right at the top of Keima's tutoring list, but she hadn't really thought anything of that.

"D-did you pick the names randomly for your list?" she asked. Keima shook his head.

"I'd wanted you to be first," he answered. Tenri's eyes widened, her tears completely stopping in surprise.

"W-what was that again?" she asked. Keima looked up, his face brave, despite how nervous he felt.

"I wanted my first time to be with you…" he repeated. The look on her face was priceless, as she turned a brighter pink than she'd been all day.

"W-why?"

"I don't know," Keima almost snapped back, but more out of embarrassment than anger, "I felt like I owed you that much, and I feel more comfortable around you than anyone else…"

Tenri seemed to freak out slightly at Keima's words, and he watched on, suddenly wondering if this was how Chihiro had felt when she confessed to him on the roof.

"B-but what about Kosaka-san?" the question burst out, "I thought she was the girl in your letter…"

For a moment, Keima froze… even though he'd just been thinking about Chihiro, he'd somewhat forced himself to avoid thinking about what he'd written in that letter, and what had happened after that.

Tenri did deserve the truth…

"Honestly, I did think something would happen from there…" he scratched his head, "I told her, and we even discussed it further…"

"And then…"

"Well, nothing came of it," he shrugged, "she thought my confession was me feeling guilty about what had happened, and my feelings weren't clear enough for me to refute that. We agreed to stay friends, and that was it…"

Keima could almost hear her follow-up question which she would ask, and he didn't particularly want to answer, so he deflected.

"That isn't the point… of the friends I do have, I trust you the most, and I wouldn't have chosen it any other way…"

A vat of steam came out of Tenri's head at Keima's admission and he felt a sting in his stomach from manipulating her. He'd tried to not do that since the whole ordeal with Hell had finished, but he really didn't like where the conversation would have gone if he'd let it.

'Are you okay with that, Keima-kun?' Her voice rang through his head. He just didn't have an answer to that.

After his date with Chihiro, he had been relieved… his gaming time was saved from the real and she did understand that his hands had been tied, and that wasn't the way he wanted to leave things off with her… even at school, she treated him like she did her other friends, which was actually more than what he could say from before.

But on the other hand, he still hadn't been able to shake off that warmth he'd felt when she'd confessed to him… the amazement he'd felt when she managed to beat him at his own game by not playing. It was with her help that he'd actually succeeded in reaching the ending with Ayumi…

Well, he said ending, but he knew that that wasn't the last he'd see of Ayumi… Reality wasn't a game, shitty or otherwise, and they were all continuing to move forward…

And he would have liked to move forward with someone by his side, but he still didn't know who he'd want… he didn't even know he understood love itself, considering he'd only experienced it in games.

That was why he was reluctant to be asked that question he didn't have an answer to.

Tenri was on cloud nine by this point, her hands half covering her heated cheeks as Keima's words played back to her… It wasn't a confession like she'd want, but it was plenty… of all the girls who were here, he'd wanted to lose his virginity to her.

"B-but Keima-kun…" she piped up, suddenly remembering something, "Are you asexual?"

He shrugged, remembering that he was actually supposed to answer these kinds of questions.

"I've never really thought about it," he responded, "seeing that I mostly kept to myself, and it didn't make sense to have lustful feelings towards my games, I hadn't thought about sex much."

"Then have you… ever masturbated… to any real girl?"

Keima froze, his face turning pink again. He really didn't want to answer that.

"M-maybe once or twice…" he scratched his head, but Tenri could tell he was sweating. She smiled, figuring that was enough.

"Me as well…" she blushed, but not looking away from him. It didn't really matter, seeing he was playing with his thumbs on his lap, "ever since I started understanding what sexual feelings were… I-I thought about you…"

Keima felt a smile form on his face. That was a bold compliment from his childhood friend, and it did make him happy…

Moreover, he was proud of her… for someone who really didn't seem to have her own desires, seeing her act out on what she wanted just warmed his heart. When he looked up, she was watching him as well, smiling sweetly.

"So did this match up to what you imagined?" he asked. She nodded.

"It was better than anything I could have imagined," Keima's ego grew slightly at her response, "I definitely enjoyed myself…"

"And you did a good job as well," he complimented her back, "that felt really good for me… better than I'd imagined too…"

Honestly, for all the nerves she'd felt before, worrying about whether her feelings would be a problem, Keima's answer had really put her at ease… It was probably a good thing too because Diana would not be happy if she got depressed.

Come to think of it… if she'd fainted, that would have meant that Diana would have taken her place for a few minutes.

"Actually, I have one last question, Keima-kun?" he motioned for her to continue, "What happened when Diana was here?"

Keima's face paled.

"N-nothing in particular," he looked away. Maybe it was just the kind of conversation it had been, but he was struggling to bring his guard up after having let go of it around Tenri for the last couple of minutes. It was obvious to both of them that he was lying about what he'd said.

"What did she do, Keima-kun?" Tenri asked firmly.

"It really wasn't anything," he retorted back, "she couldn't decide whether she was angry or embarrassed, so she made me turn around while she dressed you…"

"And…" Tenri raised an eyebrow, a little more sarcastically than she'd usually be. As she expected, Keima blushed lightly, scratching his head.

"She grabbed my butt…" he admitted, "said it was for revenge for me not putting on my clothes fast enough…"

Tenri's smile broadened as Keima seemed to get even more embarrassed.

"She didn't even tell me to change!" he snapped, although it was more at the look Tenri was giving him, "why is everyone acting so out of character today?"

He'd honestly expect that face from Chihiro, not her… and grabbing his butt was more like something Yui would do.

"Because…" she smiled sweetly, "we aren't always consistent with our character when it's what we want…"

She could honestly speak for all of them… Keima may be kind, but he was never this honest or sensitive… Diana may be harsh, but she'd normally never touch Keima, naked or otherwise… and she loved him, but she'd never been this bold…

So this was what love could do?

Suddenly, a sound pierced the room, snapping Tenri out of the thoughts.

"DORO DORO DORO DORO DORO DORO DORO DORO DORO DORO!" Keima's heart sank, while Tenri squealed, nearly jumping on Keima… Then Akari shoved her head inside the curtains.

"Oh, I put a timer on for ten minutes," she indicated to her skull ornament on the table, the eyes blinking orange. Keima reached over to press the eye, and the sound stopped, "you can press the eyes again the next time you want to turn it on…"

Keima thanked God then… at least no one had gotten a Loose Spirit. But that was freaking annoying.

"I hope you had fun," Akari said with a knowing smile before leaving. Keima rolled his eyes, while Tenri looked a little more awkward. Her slight change of expression didn't go past him.

"Don't worry… we don't have to tell anyone what happened here," he reminded her.

"I know," she gave him a sad smile, "but that means our time here is up…"

Honestly, Keima could understand that feeling as well…

"Well, your private tutoring session may be done, but I'm still around… and the other girls…"

"It'll be fine," Tenri agreed, "thank you for everything."

"You're we‒" Keima's voice cut off as Tenri gave him one last kiss before hopping up. His eyes widened in surprise. She smiled, a sudden sly idea coming to her mind.

"Nee… Keima-kun, do you have an imagination?" she asked her last question as she stood by the curtain. Keima looked a bit confused but nodded.

"Then if you ever need it, you can imagine me splayed out on my bed, my one hand messing around in my drenched folds and my other pinches my nipples, as I moan your name… because that's certainly what I'll be doing at home tonight…"

Tenri smiled as she stepped out, but from the gasp he'd just let out, the image clearly worked… whichever girl was next could thank her later for getting him excited again.

Man, that felt fucking good…

(* * *)

Keima left the curtains some ten seconds after Tenri, cursing himself for underestimating her… after he flipped his dick under his waistband… he was already enough of a pervert without returning to the crowd with a hard-on.

He'd been a little worried how things would be after he stepped out, but none of the girls were actually paying attention to the curtain… in fact, they all seemed to be huddled over something… Keima approached them to investigate, while Tenri gave him a smile before returning to her seat.

Heads turned towards him as he got close, but before he could say anything, Ayumi shushed him, pointing her other thumb towards a device on the floor, which was the thing everyone was crowding around. As soon as he got close enough, he recognised the dark rectangular shape with white lines running through it, almost like electricity. It was a Hagoromo radio.

Keima raised an eyebrow at Akari… so apparently they were making no effort to hide magic from these girls. The mad scientist didn't respond, rather picking up her book and indicating to the radio for him to listen.

And it was just in time that a familiar voice started coming through.

"Umm… Nikaidou-sensei?" he glanced up to Chihiro, who was approaching the teacher on the furthest end of the classroom, "can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Kosaka…" Nikaidou replied through the radio, looking up from the book she'd been reading, "that is the purpose behind this lesson, after all."

A noticeable hush fell over the group, and Keima found himself wondering what she was going to ask… or why the girls were so interested they were listening in…

"About Katsuragi…" Chihiro blushed, "if you were to masturbate to him, what would you think about?"

There was a silent uproar as the girls' faces split into identical smiles, and Keima's jaw hit the ground. Maybe the other girls didn't realise how dangerous a question that was, but he did… he knew how Dokurou fit in the story…

She might have been in love with him… but that didn't mean that… she wouldn't!

Still, his eyes didn't leave the older woman's face, his brain unable to predict what kind of face she might make at Chihiro's outrageous question.

Rather, what the hell was Chihiro even thinking!?

For a good moment, there was nothing… no movement… no sound… nothing… Keima would liken it to a crashed game, but even that would have some sound in loop.

Simply speaking, Nikaidou seemed to have crashed in her own head.

Keima really wanted to laugh, but he honestly wouldn't imagine himself reacting any differently to being asked that. Well, except he'd probably blush more.

But Nikaidou was completely still. To the point where the single bead of sweat which was making its way down her face was even more obvious in its motion.

"What was that?" she asked, her usually sadistic voice completely deadpan… probably with some effort. Chihiro darkened even further but didn't back down from repeating herself. Nikaidou couldn't really claim ignorance here after making the girl repeat herself for a second time.

Nikaidou was a professional teacher… she was firm but fair- and always had her marking done on time. On the other hand, Keima was always the one thing to trip her up and make her lose her temper. It was just as well that he thought she hated him because he wouldn't suspect that he'd lost his memories about her.

But with regards to Chihiro's question… she'd always tried to not allow her feelings to go in that direction, with her love being just as innocent as the day she was born… which was actually pretty simple, considering that was around the time that she'd met him. But she had slipped up once as a late teen.

For her, masturbation was more scratching an itch than something she really enjoyed, and there was enough content online to keep her thoughts sated… it was just human biology that people used this to unwind some physical pressures, and she was certainly the same now.

Just a little bit of focussed rubbing and some arousing picture and boom; orgasm! Of course, she'd messed up one day when her internet wasn't working and she had to use her imagination, trying to remember one picture she quite liked. She couldn't remember the name for it, but the girl and the boy were facing each other's privates, mouths open and panting. She wasn't good and imagining herself in the role, but she could certainly watch from the side.

Yuri wondered what the girl would be feeling… her small mouth hovering over the guy's dick, a sharp musky scent probably assaulting her nose. What reason would this girl even have for debasing herself and putting her mouth on that?

"I-it feels good…" the girl mewled and tightened her hands on the bedsheet, "I love you… I love you so much…"

The girl in the scene let out a loud moan as his tongue assaulted her clitoris, and after the gained the ability to move, she returned the favour by clamping over his dick with her lips, her tongue circling it hungrily. Yuri might have rolled her eyes as she played with her own clit. It was a hot scene, but she didn't really get the appeal of experiencing that.

"Maybe because you don't have someone to love…" the girl turned to Yuri suddenly. The brunette knew this argument was all in her head, but she couldn't help getting mad.

She did have someone she loved! The someone who had taught her the basics of life and had given her former self a reason to live. As the girl read her thoughts, she smirked.

"So maybe you do… but you're too much of a baby to make him feel good! You don't even want to feel good!"

Yuri was a stubborn girl, so obviously, the voice in her head goaded her imagination to show the guy she loved… she wasn't a baby like when she'd first met him… she could make him feel good!

For the life of her, she couldn't explain what followed… something happened, something happened and something else happened and before she knew it, she was riding out the strongest orgasm she'd ever had an understanding that this had little to do with human biology or logic.

Still, it was bad! Keima was barely in Middle School by this point, and she hadn't seen him since their meeting when he was in Elementary School… she didn't know what he looked like, yet just the thought of him was enough to shatter her in a way no picture ever could.

Still, she was happy she understood it now… instead of feeling guilty, she became even more gung ho in her studies to be a teacher for the day she'd get to meet him again, and she closed off that little slip up on the corner of her heart. She knew she was older than him, and meeting up with him was only so she could be content in his presence and assist him where she could, so she would never act on that thought again.

She was glad she was older… it made it easier to stare down Chihiro.

"If you expect me to answer for my sexual tastes, you are sorely mistaken," Nikaidou didn't even blush, now that she'd gotten the time to work through her thoughts. Meanwhile, poor Chihiro was shaking in her boots, which earned some sympathy from the teacher, "I might be more willing to talk if we're alone."

"B-but we are alone," Chihiro stuttered.

"I don't think so," Nikaidou smirked as she put a hand in Chihiro's pocket. Just as she'd suspected, there was a hagoromo phone which was on.

The teenager turned red as Nikaidou smiled… she hadn't been born yesterday to fall for something like this. Even if she'd been in her own thoughts, she could tell something was weird about this.

Her eyes drifted to the other side of the room, where the guilty looking students were shuffling out of their suspicious looking crowd.

"Now we're alone," Nikaidou agreed, her gaze sticking on Keima for a moment longer, "if you want to talk now, let's talk."

She smiled as Chihiro continued to struggle for words. For such a loudmouth in class, she was very meek in this kind of situation.

In a way, she was glad that she would get the chance to talk to the normal girl who she knew had taken Keima's interest.

It wasn't in Nikaidou's place to be Keima's romantic partner… still, she could advise the ones who might have that chance, because all she wanted was to make him feel good, even if she couldn't be the one to do it.

"Yeah, she sucks…" Yui pouted as she glanced at Chihiro and her homeroom teacher, "if they're going to keep talking, why couldn't they just keep the sound on for us?"

"Maybe Nikaidou wanted some privacy to answer that question?" Ayumi added reasonably.

"Why would she answer that question!?" Mio complained, "she's his teacher… obviously, she wouldn't masturbate to him."

"But look at him!" Sumire indicated to Keima with both arms, "how freaking hot was he under those clothes!?"

There were nods of agreement around the circle and Keima blushed… however, the only one who wasn't in the current mood to praise him was the one who was scared the most out of her mind and next in line for private tutoring, Nanaka.

She didn't even have any questions for him, so what the hell were they going to do behind that curtain for 10 freaking minutes?! Why did she have to be second!?

Although that meant there was someone who went first… she quickly stood up and started heading to her desk.

"Ah, Ayukawa…" her eyes fell on the childhood friend who was sitting at her desk now. She jumped at suddenly being called out, "how wazzit?"

Of course, Tenri turned bright red.

"I-i-it was fine…" she slid down further into her desk like how Nanaka had seen her do in class before, like if a teacher asked her a question.

"Were ya scared? What d'ya even have to do in private tutorin'?" she paused, as she remembered the earlier part of the day, which honestly felt like months ago, "did ya guys do that?"

Suddenly, her brain caught up with her words and she realised the girl was basically under her desk now, face on fire and trying not to look at her classmate. Nanaka felt a deep stab of guilt as she plopped down to the floor.

It wasn't Tenri's job to help her… it was her own fault for not exploring much about sexuality on her own. She knew a couple of good hentai movies which she did enjoy, but it was such a small pool of information that she still felt unprepared as anything… and now she was just terrifying her closest friend. She felt her eyes prickle, but that was a normal feeling for her

"Sorry, ya don't have to tell me," she muttered softly with her rarely used indoor voice, "just 'cause ya technically my Senpai in this doesn't mean ya hafta help…"

Nanaka was about to pull herself up when Tenri stopped her.

"D-do you maybe have some questions you want to ask Keima-kun?" she asked… or maybe it was closer to advised. For the life of her, Tenri didn't know why she wanted to help her calm down… maybe it was because of that "Senpai" thing… Nanaka shook her head.

"Ya kinda need to be curious about it to have questions…" Nanaka wiped her eyes, "for me, I spent too much time obsessin' over competitions to obsess about sex…"

As her eyes cleared, she noticed Keima was looking at his list on the board. She gulped, a sudden thought coming to mind.

"I-izz'ere any sex act which's like a competition?" she hurriedly asked the brunette under the table.

"Haa…" the air escaped from Tenri, who kind of froze up again, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. For the life of her, Nanaka couldn't explain why, but she looked really cute. Just like with the idol, she felt an unexplainable urge to come closer to her… maybe see what those lips would feel like under hers. She suddenly backed away.

"W-wait, I think I know!" Tenri crawled out from the table, her eyes suddenly shining. Nanaka quickly averted her eyes, her heart punching against her chest like she nearing the end of a tense Shogi match… with the blood running through her head, she heard Tenri's words… barely, but she heard them.

As Nanaka expected, Keima approached them nervously, reminding the orange head of her individual tutoring… nerves or otherwise, Nanaka wasn't one to back down from a challenge, so with her heart beating wildly, she followed Keima to the curtained place…

"Good luck, Nanaka-chan," Kanon called behind her, earning some additional whoops behind them from the rest of the truth or dare circle. Surprisingly, that actually calmed her down a little because of the familiarity.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the curtain, ready to play the most life-changing game of Shogi ever…

So there you have it. Chihiro attempts to learn a bit more about Nikaidou to little avail, and Tenri and Keima have a heart-to-heart session... you're welcome, Zelgadis :P

So Nanaka is up next, huh? I wonder if her competitive streak is going to play anything in this part... guess you'll have to check it out next week then.

So onto the review(s):

xellos540: Truth or dare... indeed, that does have the capability of learning and embarrassing the hell out of the girls... like Kanon and Chihiro, for instance. :P

Lol, interior design is an interesting way to put that... if anyone asks, that is gonna be what this fanfiction is about.

*blushes and hides behind a pillow* I-I'm glad that you liked the fantasy. I'll try writing more like as this story continues... though I wish you could continue that 100/10 sentence :P

That's it for now. Thank you for reading, and please review. It's nice hearing about what Xellos and ZelgadisGW think, but I do want to hear from the rest of ya'll too.

Stay well, and I'll see you next time.