Welcome back, everyone, to the next installment of Kaminomi, but I ruin Keima's day :D

Keima is hiding in the bathroom and Nanaka is in the makeshift room, both of them feeling crappy, having learned that sex and emotions aren't as easy as they had hoped. Luckily, they have some help.

This chapter is basically gonna wrap up this whole thing. Please enjoy.

The question hung in the air as Chihiro's tongue caught up with her brain, barely able to process her own words, let alone Keima's.

She'd offered to teach Keima about sex…

On her body…

And he'd taken her up on that offer…

She couldn't handle it… she turned away quickly, hoping he wouldn't have noticed the blush on her cheeks.

"Chihiro?" Keima asked, his eyes following her. The girl walked a few steps further, still not facing him.

"G-give me a few minutes…" she whispered.

"Take all the time you need," he agreed, feeling his stomach sink… he had been too eager there and just scared her.

In any case, Chihiro had her own internal dilemma… there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted this… to have the guy she loved stripping her bare, learning each secret she hid under her clothes and touching her in a way no person ever had. He didn't seem against that idea either...

She'd wanted this for a long time, so why was it now where she was keeping him waiting? She shut her eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself… yet all she could imagine was all the girls who were waiting for him… all the amazing and sexy girls who wanted to get inside his pants as well.

Admittedly, Chihiro's self-esteem had gotten better throughout the year, but knowing the kind of competition she had was still a kick in the stomach. Chihiro had nothing to offer, considering the options he had.

Did she even want to lose her virginity to a guy who wasn't her boyfriend and might be having sex with multiple other girls on that day? But considering this might be her only chance to ever get intimate and make some nice memories with him.

Maybe this wouldn't be the last time… if Ayumi and Yui's suspicions were to be trusted…

Or Nikaidou…

She walked absentmindedly to the counter at the edge of the sink, jumping onto it. Her mind drifted back to her conversation earlier with their teacher.

The teacher only continued speaking after the lightning in the walkie talkie was off and she was certain no one would overhear them… Chihiro was less thrilled at that prospect, because it meant no one would hear her cries for help if Nikaidou wanted to get her revenge for the stunt Chihiro and the rest of the group had done.

"So…" Nikaidou continued, a dangerous glint in her eyes, "you want to know what I'd think about with Katsuragi if I had to see him in that light?"

Chihiro gulped.

"I-I-I don't actually need to know…" Chihiro averted her eyes, "it was just coz I refused to answer that question that I was forced by everyone else to ask you…" Nikaidou sighed. Maybe she should put her foot down on this game before one of the dares actually causes trouble.

"Well, if you just asked for the sake of asking, your punishment is complete," she was about to shoo Chihiro off, but the girl was still watching her.

"Actually," Chihiro paused, "do you have a different relationship with Katsuragi than with other students?" she wondered out loud, "You called him Onii-chan as well…" Nikaidou sighed for a different reason… She could have done without the attentiveness there.

"You could say that," Nikaidou spoke, "it's a long story I don't want to tell, but I do know Katsuragi outside from being his teacher, and I do care about him."

"So you caring is… hitting him in class, confiscating his games, and then getting him involved with… this?" the teenager said frankly, motioning around the room.

"Of course," Nikaidou replied with a smile, "is there a better way to show you care for a person than forcing them out of their comfort zone and teaching them something they'd never learn otherwise?" Chihiro shrugged… she wasn't sure if that was the best way, but she could see the value in that.

"If it floats your boat," she said noncommittally, "I guess I can understand wanting him to pay attention in class, but I don't understand why you'd want him to host a Sex Ed class with all these girls who don't even remember him…"

"Well, he remembers them," Nikaidou spoke nonchalantly, trying not to make her thoughts visible on her face, "even if he hides behind his games, I can tell that he thinks about them and misses them…" she cleared her throat, "in any case, he's become better friends with the girls in his class, but I know that he wouldn't approach anyone otherwise… this was my remedy for that."

"Is that so?" Chihiro raised an eyebrow sceptically. It was one thing for the teacher to play friendship matchmaker by forcing him to meet the exes who'd forgotten about him, but this was a whole other thing.

"Of course," Nikaidou responded, "they deserve to know who filled the gap in their heart and he deserves to have them back in his life and decide what relationships he wants with them after giving them all a chance."

Chihiro didn't know what to make of that. Was it honest or manipulative of her to force Keima to reveal the truth to everyone? Was the reason he was hiding to protect himself or protect the girls who were involved?

She'd spent a fair amount of time after the Mai High Festival thinking about what she'd seen and whether or not to actually to disclose it to anyone else, before she decided to just leave it.

It was over now. If he was going to tell her more, she'd listen, but otherwise, it wasn't worth the brain cells trying to discern how much of her life wasn't as it seemed. It would be for the best that she didn't think about him anymore.

Except she got maybe a single day of peace before he was at her door after not pitching up in class for a week to give the most straight-faced and unbelievable confession that she'd ever seen… and trust me, she'd seen enough romance movies to call bullshit.

Eventually she did hear him out, and did get to hear an honest apology out of him, but as she'd expected, there wasn't as much substance as she wanted in a confession. He was just more confused about his feelings than anything else.

Which brought her back to the conversation at hand… could Nikaidou's involvement actually clear up his confusion and help teach him the emotion which he was a theoretical expert in? She hadn't said it quite like that, but it did seem like this was what the teacher was aiming for.

"So this is for Katsuragi's happiness?" Chihiro smiled. Nikaidou averted her eyes, a dusting of red on her cheeks.

"I-it's not particularly for him… it's for everyone to gain some insight into the future and get some nice memories out of it…"

For a moment, Chihiro wondered why the teacher cared so much, but she knew better than to ask. A safer question popped up in her head.

"Nee, sensei," she wondered out loud, "I don't know how well you know everyone or their stories, but which girl do you think is the best fit for Katsuragi?"

"I think all of them have something that they could offer to help Katsuragi grow," Nikaidou replied, "but if I had to answer who I think he's most likely to have feelings for, I think that it's you."

"M-me?" Chihiro turned pink.

"Of course," Nikaidou's sharp eyes returned back to Chihiro's face, "admittedly, I wish that it could be Tenri, but Onii-chan decided to confess on his own, and I'm not fooled that he just decided by logic…" Chihiro turned a brighter pink.

"Y-you knew that he confessed?"

Nikaidou nodded.

"It's not that he told me in particular, but I could tell that you affected him in a way no one else has…"

Chihiro remained silent as she processed that.

"It seemed like you both mutually agreed to not pursue anything, so I want to give him a chance to know the others on a more intimate level and let his guard down. I think only then he will learn if he does love anyone…"

Chihiro blinked, her brain returning to the matter on hand. Keima was leaning against the cubicle partition further away, trying not to look at her, while she was sitting on the edge of the marble counter, trying to figure out what she wanted to do…

She looked at her lap… she wanted to help him, but she wasn't sure if she was okay with them making love when she wasn't even sure what his feelings were towards her… she didn't want to pressure him into saying something he didn't mean either…

"Nee, Katsuragi…" she asked, so softly that her voice barely reached him, "You know that you were wondering what 'first' you could give someone who you actually love?"

"Yes, what about that?"

"H-have you ever heard of an eskimo kiss?" she asked, her voice louder now.

"I can't say I do," he responded, "does it have something to do with snow?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "usually the participants are in a place so cold that they have their mouths bundled up in scarves, so they show their affection by rubbing their noses together."

"That's an interesting idea, and I've never done that."

"Perfect then," Chihiro hopped off the counter and walked up to him, "then when you fall in love, maybe you can show them that."

Keima smiled… that was an innocent enough solution that could be meaningful… given the person actually knew the symbolism. Obviously, he'd have to tell them.

"In any case," Chihiro continued, "I'm going to help you with your sex education on one condition."

"What condition?"

"You aren't allowed to penetrate me…" Keima wasn't surprised at how impassive her face was, considering how she'd talked to those boys outside, "are you willing to accept that."

Keima nodded.

"It's your body and I don't want to make you uncomfortable… I'll only touch you where you want me to…"

"O-ok then…" she turned away, scratching her chin, "let's do this."

Back in the room, Kanon and Nanaka were staring at each other, similar looks of excitement and uncertainty on their faces. They were sitting on the bed with their knees touching.

"H-how 'bout ya lie back, Kanon?" Nanaka spoke softly. Kanon swallowed and moved back against the headboard.

"N-now what?" the idol asked, very aware of how her uniform skirt was moving up her thigh from the angle her legs were at. Nanaka looked up, a very obvious blush on her face as well.

"If ya'll let me…" she placed a gentle hand on Kanon's boney knee, "I'm gonna spread ya legs and taste tha essence of an idol…" Kanon blushed and averted her eyes, feeling her legs tremble… she could feel her core clench in anticipation.

Even Nanaka was in a state of shock… She'd known what a big shot Nakagawa Kanon was for a couple of months now, but she hadn't even met the girl until this afternoon… and now Kanon was willing to be eaten out by her… this had to be a dream, right?

No… there was no way her brain would come up with this… the magically comfortable bed underneath her and the warm silk of her skin... her fingertips moved up the idol's thigh slightly, the skin still as soft and moisturised, but the muscle underneath it somewhat yielding to her fingers, but still showing how firm and toned her legs were… just like you'd expect of an idol dancing on stage.

"C-can I?" Nanaka looked up, her dark orange eyes meeting Kanon's pink ones. The idol nodded slightly, squeezing her lips together.

As the shougi girl continued her route up her thighs, she couldn't help but think of the dare she'd been a part off before… if she thought that was arousing, there was no comparison to actually letting herself touch Kanon's smooth and toned legs, the skirt slipping higher and higher and revealing more and more.

As soon as Nanaka's hands were below her pelvis, the idol yielded, opening her legs and revealing soaked and sticky lips and a luscious bush of pink curls just above. The shougi girl had a completely straight face as she moved her hands to the base of Kanon's inner thighs and used her thumbs to spread her still connected labia lips, earning a gasp as the air hit it in the inside and Nanaka could see everything.

If she thought Kanon was pretty before… wow!

She was mind-blowingly gorgeous! Those glistening lips and the swollen nub, standing out from the reddish flesh inside while the proof of her dirty thoughts dripping down her thighs into her skirt… was this how girls were supposed to look, because she was 100% certain that her pussy wasn't this beautiful?

"I-I'm sorry," Kanon spoke, "m-my hair is long because I can't make time to shave it…"

"Idols are amazin'…" she muttered, her fingers drawn in by the wetness and the heat emanating off her flesh, "wut're ya talking about, ya the most gorgeous thin' in this goddam' universe…" Kanon moaned as Nanaka's finger swept her entrance, the liquid transferring easily, "I bet ya as good as−"

Before she could finish her sentence or Kanon could stop her, Nanaka pushed the finger in her mouth, her tongue unhesitatingly taking in the idol's essence. Kanon, whose face was brighter than her hair, couldn't help but watch her lips as she pulled out her finger, clean, minus the sheen of saliva that she used.

Nanaka smiled as she met Kanon's eyes again.

"I can' wait ta taste ya again," the shougi girl whispered. Kanon groaned, suddenly getting light headed. Nanaka was actually doing this…

No one had ever seen her this naked or vulnerable, but it felt amazing and liberating and nerve-wracking… like singing taken up to eleven.

Before she could say anything more, she felt a whole different sensation of Nanaka's curly hair between her legs as the shougi addict put her mouth on her pussy, using long licks to clean up the fruits of her arousal. Kanon let out a low scream as her brain completely blanked out and her pelvis thrust forward, seeking the girl's tongue on its own accord. If Nanaka had been surprised by the change of position, she took it in stride and continued to give the idol what she wanted, grabbing her ass and letting her instincts take over her body.

This should have been so messed up… being in a school she had only heard of with people she barely knew, and now tongue deep inside one of the biggest teen idols in Japan… yet this was the most exhilarating experience she'd ever had… much better than beating a tough opponent or even getting her professional shougi license last month… how was that even possible!?

Nanaka wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but she appreciated logic and law in the few things she did like… but this wasn't anything like that… this was probably the closest thing she'd known to primal instinct, and she was enjoying this… she was enjoying it very much.

As she continued her ministrations on the idol, she felt a noticeable change, where Kanon stopped moving as her body began shaking, so subtle that she wouldn't have noticed it had she not been touching the girl. Nanaka groaned, helping the girl ride her orgasm with her fingers until her body calmed down and relaxed.

It was only as Kanon's moans had decreased to heavy breathing and panting did she realise how the noise had spurred her on.

"That… was amazing…" Kanon breathed, loosening her bow and unbuttoning the top button so she could actually breathe, "if that's what… you do with your mouth… there's no way Keima-kun didn't enjoy it…"

Nanaka flew down from her high with the mention of his name… she'd been the one to hurt him by thinking so much about the competition… Of course, her face was expressive enough that Kanon didn't miss the change.

"Nanaka-chan?" she asked straight away, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine…" she gave Kanon a weak smile, "people say tha' I talk too much, so tha's why I go' so inta stuff…"

"I'm not talking about that," Kanon interrupted, "you're thinking about whether Keima-kun enjoyed being with you…" Nanaka let out a little sigh… damn her lack of a poker face… and that Kanon cared enough.

"No' exac'ly…" she muttered, "I took i' so personally tha' he couldn' cum, that I chase'im away…"

Kanon sat up and rubbed Nanaka's shoulder sympathetically.

"I guess that you understand that being intimate isn't a competition…" Nanaka nodded, "just because they don't moan loud doesn't mean that they don't enjoy it…"

"I gues−" Nanaka's words were cut off as her back hit the bed. She hadn't expected Kanon to pull her down. Before she could say anything, a hiss left her mouth as Kanon pulled down her tights and panties, revealing her own wetness which dragged along with it.

"What, you didn't think I'd return the favour?" Kanon teased. Despite herself, Nanaka let out a little smile.

"Shouldn't you ask for permission first?" the shougi girl asked. Kanon shrugged.

"You looked like you need the comfort," the idol replied, "I wasn't going to let you dwell on something that you shouldn't."

They met eyes again and Nanaka gave a little nod and opened her legs as well. Kanon smiled, her insides warming up as well…

"Trust me, I'm a singer… you're definitely going to enjoy this…"

Chihiro held her breath as Keima approached her cautiously. It was just as well, because both of them were nervous, although determined and sticking to their decision. It was only when there were a couple of centimetres between them that he broke the silence.

"Can I touch you?" he asked in a small voice. Chihiro scratched the side of her temple, looking more awkward than she normally did.

"I-I was actually going to ask if I could kiss you," she whispered. Keima gave her a relieved smile and moved closer so her legs were touching his waist, before leaning up and closing his eyes, leaving the ball in her court.

Chihiro felt her heart squeeze as she looked down at his face, the expression on his face still uncertain and vulnerable and dare she say it… really cute! She smiled and slid a hand into his as held it on her lap as she shrunk the distance between their lips.

Keima, despite expecting this, was still surprised at the heat on his hands and lips, both of which melded into him as if trying to close the distance even further. His own body responded by placing his free hand on her back and trying to display the same enthusiasm.

His heart was pounding as she continued that connection, if not making it firmer. He could liken it to their last kiss on the rooftop on the eve of the festival, but even that was selling it short… both of them had grown since then and now they'd made it clear that they knew what they wanted. Chihiro felt a bubble of happiness expanding in her heart until it confined them both to their own world where no one mattered.

Maybe he couldn't be hers, but she damn well was going to enjoy this time now!

Keima seemed to be getting into it as well, his brain taking a backseat as his body enjoyed that mindblowing kiss which she only seemed to be deepening, her tongue sweeping his lips. As he granted her entrance, she pushed herself off from the counter, curling her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, removing all distance whatsoever. It took him a moment to get his footing and he did have to hold up her ass to keep her balanced, but he gladly continued kissing her, marvelling at how well she fit in his arms.

Chihiro had to pull away first, her heart and lungs overwhelmed.

"Whoa…" she mouthed. That was a rush!

"I can say the same," he agreed, his voice rough and breathless, "I didn't know you could kiss like that…"

Well, that was somewhat of a lie… she had been kissing Kanon like that too.

With that reminder, Keima sobered up a little, letting Chihiro slide back to her feet.

"We did only kiss once, so…" Chihiro shrugged, somewhat more relaxed now, "and in any case, now you know…"

"Chihiro…" Keima spoke, his voice a different kind of low compared to before, "why did you kiss Kanon like that?"

The normal girl froze.

"W-why does that e-even matter? I-it was a bet… a-and even still, I-I don't owe you any explanation!" she stuttered out, her face heating up at the reminder.

"I know you don't," Keima agreed, looking down, "but I don't get it… do you like her? Or was it because it feels go−"

"Are you jealous?" Chihiro asked incredulously. Keima looked up, his face flushed.

"I'm not!" he looked away again, "I just don't understand it…"

The room fell into silence again, both thinking of what the other had said.

He didn't understand her… she wasn't even sure if 'her' exclusively meant her or if it was girls in general… after all, it did seem that Kanon and her entrance had been the straw which broke the camel's back. She took a hold of Keima's arm, surprising him enough that he was looking at her.

"I don't like Kanon-chan like that," Chihiro spoke evenly, "it was just a bet and I don't deny enjoying it, but I don't have romantic feelings for her…"

"How can you enjoy it then?" he asked, "why was Kanon so okay with it… and why was Nanaka so eager to pleasure Tenri to prove a point?"

Keima looked back down, ashamed… this shouldn't really be his business in whoever might be interested in who… he should probably even know the answer to this, but it was never explored in games.

Girls were coded to be with the protagonist… except he knew that he wasn't the only protagonist… everyone was the protagonist… could he actually be jealous that the girls had other people who they wanted to share this experience… that Chihiro−

A laugh cut through Keima's thoughts.

"You really are jealous, aren't you?" she smiled, "the reason we can get into it is that girls are bisexual by nature, and we want to make interesting memories with our friends who we can trust…" Chihiro took a breath and held Keima's hand.

"I don't think a day where we can be this honest and try new things will ever come again, and they probably want to make the best of it… and I'm going to too… " her eyes met his as she placed his hand on her pounding heart.

"I love you, Katsuragi Keima."

Her voice was soft over the sound of the blood pumping inside her ears, but he heard it. Keima smiled, a blush warming up his cheeks as well. Not that this confession was news to him, but every confession still melted his heart and let his guard down.

"Thank you, Chihiro," he pulled his hand away from her softly quaking heart, "you're a very precious girl to me… I'm sorry I don't have a better answer for you."

"You don't have to be," Chihiro smiled, "you're trying to figure it out, just like us."

Keima smiled back… her happy face was infectious.

"So shall we get started?" he asked, Chihiro nodded, her cheeks all rosy again.

"I guess I have to take off my−" Chihiro started raising her skirt, only to stop dead in her tracks, the blood draining from her face,

"I-is something wrong?" Keima asked. Chihiro snapped out of it, her face becoming red again.

"N-no! I-I mean, it's only a s-small thing which is a b-bit of a problem…" Chihiro fell back a step as Keima approached her, concern in his eyes.

"What is it?" he asked, not taking his eyes off Chihiro's widened ones… the normal girl squeezed her eyes together. If she trusted him enough to see her naked, then she should trust him with this…

"Promise you won't laugh."

"I won't," he agreed. Chihiro took a breath and lifted up her skirt slowly, revealing more of her milky thighs and…

Tweety Bird panties…

"I forgot that I wore these today," she replied in a small voice, scared to look him in the eye.

"Those are adorable," Keima spoke, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, "you're adorable."

Before Chihiro could protest, he captured her lips again, deepening the kiss till he lifted her back to the counter a few moments later, leaving her a little dazed.

"So shall we get to it?" he asked. Chihiro shook her head to try and clear it before nodding. Her hands went to remove her panties to meet… nothing?

"Where are they?" she asked, as Keima smirked, the article of clothing in his hands.

"I'm keeping these," he folded and placed them into his pocket, "the wrapping looks great, but I imagine the present itself is even better…" Chihiro tried to suppress her blush at that insinuation.

"You're pretty confident for a guy who isn't sure how this present works," she smirked back. Keima wasn't fazed.

"This is exactly why I want to learn from you," he smiled, "and when I do learn, you're going to have the best orgasm known to this world."

Chihiro blushed brighter, a bit more excited by the thought than she should be, so she nodded, moving back so she was leaning against the wall… Keima could tell the gravity of the moment and started placing more attention too… first to her lowering her left leg so her legs were spread, then to her slowly easing her skirt up.

He let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding as her open pussy lips were revealed to the cool air of the bathroom, but both of them were running hot internally at this moment.

Keima couldn't take his eyes off it… pale skin with a hint of stubble… and a…

"Fuck," he groaned as Chihiro used her fingers to part them, revealing light pink through strands of sticky liquid. He felt his dick twitch at this beautiful sight she was revealing to him.

"D-do you need me to name them for you?" she asked.

"Please," he replied, his voice rough. He'd did know some of it, but there was no way he was passing that offer.

"A-alright…" Chihiro leant forward slightly as she began to run through the names, her index finger becoming slick and her pussy even slicker as she touched herself in front of the boy she loved, who was pitching a pretty impressive tent himself.

"C-can I touch you, Chihiro?" he asked. She gave a small nod, her core pulsing and her clit swelling just a little bit.

"So what have you learnt?" she asked.

"This is the outer labia… and the inner labia… and the clitoris hood… and the clitoris… and the urethral opening… and the vagina…" He stoked each in turn as he said it, pleased at the gasps he was earning from the girl…

"And this is…" he placed his wet finger in his mouth, tasting her essence, "how you taste…" Chihiro let off a short stream of curses as she watched.

"You taste good," he smiled. Chihiro turned redder. She tasted different than Nanaka, not that it exactly surprised him. It was an aspect of the real… everyone had different faces, different personalities, different fingerprints, and different vaginas. Keima moved away, earning a groan from Chihiro.

"Can you to me a favour, Chihiro," he asked.

"W-what is it?" she answered, her voice breathless. Keima groaned inwardly. This was such a wrong question to ask. He really wanted to see this.

"C-can you… finger yourself while imagining me?" he got out, but his throat closed as he thought about what he was asking.

Any second now, she'd turn red and this mood was going to be over, and she was going to slap him and leave the bathroom…

Keima averted his eyes as Chihiro started looking at him… She wasn't blushing… any more than she before, anyway…

"Then will you do something for me?" she asked calmly, "will you finish me off with your hands?"

"O-of course," he replied.

"Perfect… then that will be the end of your sex ed training with me," Chihiro smiled, propping herself back on the wall and spreading her legs as much as she could, before closing her eyes. In that time, Keima's eyes refused to close. He moved as close as he could without alarming her.

For a moment, Chihiro held open her inner labia as her forefinger ran up and down the slit getting moister. When it had reached some adequate level, it began circling around the vicinity, moving in and out of her… till the first or second knuckle, till finally, it was all in. She jerked, her hips thrusting against her finger and her body quaked. Keima suddenly wondered how uncomfortable this marble counter would be, before she grabbed his attention back, this time with her middle finger, this time, not giving her body any time to prepare. Most likely, it was already prepared.

Oh God, that looked so amazing… even without looking at it, he could tell that he was uncomfortably hard. He wanted to her closer and watch her face in the throes of passion.

"K-katsuragi," she spoke though clenched teeth, "please help m- Waah!"

He didn't need a second call before he lifted up her upper body and sat on the counter, resting her head on his lap. She definitely hadn't expected his soft lap or the harder tent less than a foot away from her head, but before she could think too much about it, his fingers met hers inside her folds, blowing any semblance of thought outside her head. She retreated, her slippery hand brushing his.

"Just tell me if I'm going cold or hot," Keima looked down at her, and she nodded voicelessly. Then he began to rub.

Chihiro had to close her eyes… even just beginning, he was already touching her in the right place… and then the movement began.

"Hot… hot… hotter… hot… holy fuck!" her body arched as his thumb started circling her clit, so Keima took her hand into his, letting her squeeze it, "hotter… hotter… hot as hell… there'slightningohfuck!"

Her body was still lifting up, but this time, spreading to her whole body… she let off a soft shriek as her body completely slackened, making it clear that he succeeded. Still, he continues to circle her pussy, massaging it and trying to extend the time to ride her high… and maybe too well, because it took thirty seconds for her to stop quivering and for her to open her eyes.

"That was… amazing…" she said, struggling for air.

"It really seemed so," he smiled back, squeezing her hand "thanks for cheering me up, Chihiro. I think my ego got enough of a boost that I'll be able to face Nanaka and the rest of the girls."

Chihiro smiled. That was exactly what she wanted.

For a moment, Chihiro lay on his lap, catching her breath… she really wanted to return the favour, but they'd already spent too much time here… although his lap was so comfortable… and she could watch Keima…

She blushed and something occurred to her.

"Y-you saw… how my face looks when I…" she trailed off as her face heated up even further.

"Yeah," Keima smiled, "it was a really nice face."

Chihiro tried to sit up, but the blood hadn't quite returned to its usual place, leaving her dizzy. Keima grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

"You don't need to be embarrassed by that, you know," he whispered in her ear soothingly, "it was a really cute and honest face that I'd enjoyed seeing."

Before she could respond, Keima hugged her from behind, his face pressing into her hair.

"Seriously… thank you," Chihiro blushed again.

She was done denying it… she'd fallen for the persona she'd been in class with for the last year… the guy who didn't give a shit what people thought, and who'd talk back to the teachers, yet still ace anything put in front of him, but he was so much more than that too…

But he still cared… even discounting all the adventures he'd gone on to save all the girls who were in the classroom today, he still stayed for this Sex Ed… he still tried his best in a subject that he was wholly unprepared for, and took it on himself that something went wrong. He really was an amazing guy… probably even more amazing than what she could give him credit for, considering how she didn't know his full story.

"Thank you as well," she squeezed his hands around her shoulder, "I don't think anyone can give you the credit you deserve for helping us."

She was the one to pull away as she jumped back down to the ground. As much as she loved being in his arms, he wasn't hers to keep. They needed to head back, considering how long they'd spent in the bathroom.

The room was very comfortable as they cleaned up the best they could… it was only at the end that Chihiro remembered it usually wasn't that breezy down there.

"Katsuragi, can I get my underwear back?" she asked him. He smirked.

"I'll give it to you when I'm ready," he smiled as he walked out of the door. Chihiro sighed. She should have called this one after what happened with Ayumi's panties. Weirdly enough, she wasn't too bothered by that.

There we have it. Keima's back in business and Kanon and Nanaka are having fun times. Now the question is, who's up next?

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Though seriously, who is up next? I remember having a whole document where I'd planned this story out, as well as the order which was on the board, but I haven't seen it in like a year now. I really need to get my shit in order.

That being said, and I've kinda mentioned it before, but I am basically caught up with my backlog. While I have about 2000 words of my next chapter, I know I won't be able to maintain this kind of updating schedule, and I am really sorry, but I will still try. My real life timetable doesn't have a lot of room for writing, but I am still super amped for continuing this story, and I'll try to work on it any time that I can.

The support that I've gotten for this story has been phenomenal and I seriously thank you guys for that. It means the world to me that you enjoy my work and especially experimental ones like this. It's even more amazing that people are actually reviewing this story - when I first posted it, I really doubted that anyone would. It really does mean a lot to me.

So onto reviews now (I'll be brief, coz I have work I'm supposed to be doing):

xellos540: As always, thanks for your long reviews... although it always makes me want to read the chapter so I can remember what part you're responding to :P

Heh, I hope your nasal blood vessels were alright with this chapter... I mean, compared to build up of the last chapter, a lot of things happened... and I guess you also got to hear what Chihiro's answer was to Keima's question before... I hope you do like that answer too... I dunno if it's just me, but I tend to find small meaningful gestures even more romantic than big declarations or kisses. this is particularly why I love Chihiro giving Keima her pick in the Goddess Arc. As an object, it isn't really valuable or romantic, but it's a part of her heart which she wanted to give to him... but I digress.

Once again, thank you for this lovely review, and I'm truly honoured that you think of me so highly, and I can say the same about you. 10/10 VIP, would read your reviews again and again... which I do actually do quite a bit :P

ZelgadisGW: Ooh ooh... please draw that Jun and Hinoki fanart! I wanna see!

Though I'm glad you mentioned yuri here, coz I was actually very excited to write that. It wasn't really something I actually planned in the earliest stages of writing, but things just fell into place like this... I hope it doesn't get to be too much though.

o.O O.o o.O O.o

I am super surprised that you thought Chihiro was a hero for what she did to try to get to Keima... nevertheless, I am pretty chuffed about it. Chihiro isn't everyone's cup of tea, and I know you have a lot of girls you prefer over Chihiro, but I'm glad and kinda chuffed that you thought so highly of Chihiro's insane attempt at going into the bathroom... though yeah, I think Chihiro did smear her reputation somewhat while trying to get in there but I think Keima is worth it to her... I just hope that this chapter does follow to show that.

Ghost Man: Holy guacamole, you reviewed just about every chapter in one night. I don't think I can write enough thanks or express how much it meant to me to get this support... also, thanks to you, the first page of reviews is literally just from the last week and a half. :P

Your reviews were really entertaining, and I like that you included some of your experiences and insights too.

Also, 7s is the best name for Nanaka that I've ever heard. Though she's had a pretty big part in this story, I see... I guess part of me wants to make her best girl too...

Kaminomi just has too many great girls that I can't deal! I'm gonna need to shift my focus soon though.

I hope you've been enjoying this story and that you continue to read... which I say as I run out of chapters to post... well shit...

I think this is all for now. Thank you all for reading, and I hope you'll read and review. Bye bye