Hello there. Welcome back to Kaminomi but spicier :)

It's been a few weeks since the last update, but I am back... with a chapter I already had completed before I posted the last chapter...

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Don't look at me like that! I'm just lazy!

But recap time: Kanon and Nanaka have a pretty great time, but after it's done, Nanaka passes out (coz it was that good). In that time, Kanon confesses that she's starting to get feelings and then Yui and Ayumi walk in on that. Outside, it's mostly just chatting as usual. Keima has yet to come back inside after his "chat" with Chihiro.

Until now! Or at least with this chapter. So I hope you guys enjoy this.

Keima didn't even need to open the door. As he'd paused to steel himself, the sliding doors banged open, and Keima had to dive to the side to stop himself from being bowled over by the sprinting Ayumi.

Keima sighed. Should he even be surprised when stuff like this happened?

"What the hel–!" Chihiro trailed off, considering Ayumi was halfway down the hall anyway. She sighed and held a hand out to Katsuragi.

"You alright?" she asked. Keima nodded and took the hand. They stepped inside wordlessly.

Luckily, the classroom wasn't in chaos, like how Ayumi's exit would imply, but their entrance was downplayed by the attention the room was getting.

"Is everything fine here?" Keima asked Sumire.

"I don't know, but Nikaidou did go to chec –" she paused, "I thought you were inside."

"I wasn't, but I'll go check now," Keima sighed, "thanks, Sumire."

"Umm… sure," Sumire scratched her head as Keima headed into the room, "though where was Katsuragi?" she asked Chihiro, who was skulking behind. The normal girl blushed lightly and fiddled with her skirt.

"I think you should ask him," she replied sheepishly and turned away. Luckily, Yui and Eri were together a bit further away, so Chihiro made a beeline to them.

"What the hell happened here?" she asked, waiving a hand to the dispersed group of girls.

"Nothing really," Yui shrugged.

"Nanaka-san passing out on the bed isn't nothing, Yui-san."

"Really," Chihiro scratched her head, "was she taking a nap, or…" Chihiro tapered off as Kanon joined their conversation.

"I think she was asleep," Kanon replied nonchalantly, "she was probably tired after what happened with Keima-kun."

"Sure," Yui replied, leaving enough sarcasm to make Kanon squirm, but she was pretty quick on her feet too.

"She's awake now, so I'm sure it's alright," Kanon turned to Chihiro, "And Keima-kun?"

"He's inside as well," Chihiro pointed to the curtain of the closed off area, "didn't you see him when you came here?"

"Oh no," Kanon let out a small, slightly nervous laugh, "I was on the balcony."

Chihiro raised an eyebrow… something sounded weird. But that didn't really matter, as a gust of wind rushed into the room.

"I bought some cokes and crisps!" Ayumi shouted as she ran into the classroom. Chihiro just looked at Ayumi blankly before turning back to the other girls.

"I guess that explains it," she muttered.

Ayumi skidded to a stop asshe passed the curtain, safely stopping in front of Nikaidou. She held her arm out while she caught her breath, and the teacher took the snacks out of her hand.

"Cola and salt and vinegar chips," Nikaidou nodded approvingly, "I can see that this isn't your first rodeo."

"It's kinda in the territory when you deal with sports," Ayumi breathed as she clutched her knees.

"I told ya tha' I fell asleep," Nanaka retorted, "I di'n' sleep right las' night is all."

"Even if I did believe you, your wellbeing is more important," Nikaidou said as she opened the bag of crisps and held it out to Nanaka, "now eat."

The girl wrinkled her nose and turned away. Nikaidou gave Keima a look, signalling him to try.

"Look, Nanaka," Keima sat down on the edge of the bed, "you do look a bit pale, and this food will get your blood sugar up."

"But it smells," she gave a distasteful look at the chips, "tha' aint even sugar."

"How about the cola?" Keima asked.

"Tha' stuff gets me hyper," Nanaka answered truthfully. Keima snorted, having seen what the juice had done to her all those months back. Nanaka glanced up, a bit surprised, to meet his warm eyes.

She couldn't quite describe what she felt then… relief that he had come back… guilt that she had been the person to chase him away in the first place… embarrassment from how they had spent their time before… or maybe just warm affection, much like his own expression.

That moment felt a lot longer than it should have, and Nanaka could hear her uneven heartbeat in her ears when she looked down at her hand, which was trembling.

"You know that you should eat," he added, "being hyper is preferable than you possibly passing out again."

Not that he'd mind if she got "drunk" and kissed him again, anyway.

"I guess you have a point," she sighed, "I'll do it on one condition though."

"Which is…"

"You feed me," Nanaka perked up and grinned. Nikaidou face-palmed and Ayumi laughed. Keima didn't know whether to be amused or exasperated by that.

"Guess you don't need these anymore," Nikaidou rolled up the bag of chips, but not before Keima stole it from her hands.

"You said that she had to eat, sensei," Ayumi shrugged.

"That is not what I meant," she sighed.

"What did you mean, sensei?" Nanaka asked innocently.

"You were supposed to feed yours–" a light dusting of colour coloured Nikaidou's cheeks, "you know what, just do what you want," Nikaidou stalked out, irritated. Ayumi laughed.

"That's the first time I've seen her lose her cool like that," she shot Nanaka a thumbs up, "good job."

"I didn't really plan that, you know?" Nanaka stuck out her tongue, "that did work out well though."

Keima hid a smile. It made sense to him that Nanaka and Ayumi did seem to get along… they could probably plan a heist with their scheming abilities if they wanted to.

"Though if you're feeling better now, then…" Keima started his ascent to his feet, but Nanaka held onto his arm.

"Ye're still feeding me, ya know," she responded cheekily, "an' I wanna talk to ya a bit more."

It was Keima who hesitated a bit.

"I want to talk to you as well, but I have to talk to everyone else and expla– "

"I'll be brief, I promise!" Nanaka looked apologetically to Ayumi, who got the message.

"Nah, discuss what you have to," Ayumi responded cheerily, "we can wait a little longer."

Ayumi waved as she pushed the curtain aside. She did have some other fish to fry anyway, and it was going to be spicy.

Kanon was antsy throughout the conversation, partly coz of the glances Yui shot her way, and partly coz Ayumi was inside the room, and her exit would almost certainly mean that they'd want an explanation from her. She wanted to use the reprieve she had to sort out her thoughts, but her internal chaos wasn't making it any easier.

"Ayumi-san!" Eri called out, and Kanon blanched. Turning her head towards the door, Ayumi crossed the two steps towards them.

"How was Haibara doing?" Chihiro asked. While Kanon was relieved that she wasn't the one to ask, but the pointed look Ayumi sent her way made it clear that the runner was thinking along the same lines.

"She's up now, and Nikaidou gave her food to get her blood sugar level up," she shrugged her shoulders, "she said she fell asleep, but I dunno."

"You don't know?" Yui raised an eyebrow.

"Her face seemed pale, and it would seem unlikely that someone would fall asleep at a time like this," Ayumi snorted, "what is this: math?"

"Poor Nanaka-san," Eri said sympathetically, "it must be scary being on your own when you're about to pass out."

Kanon tried to control her expression when both Ayumi and Yui glanced at her for a moment.

"S-she's fine now at least, Eri-san," Kanon rubbed her shoulder, "and she isn't alone now."

"Speaking of being alone," Ayumi slung her arms around Kanon's shoulder, "can we have a word with you?"

Chihiro and Eri got a quizzical expression on their face, but Kanon sighed, knowing exactly what this was. Guess the reprieve was over now.

"So I guess you want answers," Kanon concluded. By this point, they were on the balcony, but from their position on either side of her, she did have a feeling that she was surrounded.

"That would be nice, yes," Yui smiled mischievously, "about what you said."

"And what happened to Haibara when we came in," Ayumi added.

Kanon closed her eyes and took deep breaths. That did seem to help with clearing her face of expressions, but her brain was still as clouded as before. The small corner of her brain reminded her of what Okada said fairly often to her when it came to the paparazzi: you don't owe them anything.

"I don't know why Nanaka passed out," Kanon spoke quietly, "she had seemed alright before, but when she tried to sit up, it happened."

"And?"

"And my feelings for her do not concern you," she responded, her voice firm. Ayumi and Yui traded looks, slightly concerned.

"W-we're not asking this as gossip, you know?" Ayumi defended.

"That's why we didn't tell Chihiro and Eri," Yui held up her hands.

"Then why?" Kanon asked, "Give me one good reason," Ayumi sighed. If she was going to be like that…

"We want to know if there's any legitimate reason that you won't tell her, or if you're a coward," she responded, not mincing words.

"I mean, you don't have to tell us," Yui shrugged, "but you keeping your feelings to yourself didn't really go all that well last time."

Kanon's face softened before becoming sad.

"We're your friends," Ayumi casually slung her arm around Kanon, "and we want to help you where we can."

"And if it comes with some exciting tea, so be it," Yui sighed deeply, as if she'd have to endure whatever information she'd hear. Kanon smiled sardonically.

"You two just want me to spill, don't you?" they both nodded. The idol rolled her eyes, but somehow, that did make her feel better. It wasn't like she was making a lot of headway with working through her feelings on her own, anyway.

"Only if you want to," Ayumi added, "as you said, it's not our business."

"Alright," Kanon let out a sigh, "I think I could use some advice anyway," her eyes widened as Ayumi and Yui gave a wordless high five behind her back, "I don't know how to explain it…"

"How about we ask you yes/no questions and you just answer those till we assess the situation?" Yui said pragmatically. Kanon nodded, although she could feel her cheeks start to heat up in anticipation already to what she'd be admitting to. Luckily, she was faced away away from them.

"So… you think you're in love with that Haibara girl?"

"Yeah"

"Did you know her before today?"

"No…" Kanon frowned. It wasn't really normal at all to fall for someone that fast, was it? Though if she was honest, things with Keima had started fast as well, and it didn't help that her obsessive brain tended to latch on anyone who made her feel special.

One day was still insanely fast though.

"Interesting…" Yui responded. Kanon couldn't tell whether she was being judged for that.

"Did something happen other than the dare with the panties?" Ayumi asked cautiously… from the corner of her eye, she could tell that Kanon's face was getting pinker.

"Y-yes," she spoke in a little above a whisper.

"When you were in the room, right?" Kanon nodded. At this point, Ayumi hesitated. There was no easy way to ask about this with yes/no questions, and it's very likely that this was information Kanon wouldn't want to share anyway… maybe it would be better to just leave this line of questioning altogether?

"Were you talking, or…"

"We talked," Kanon nodded, "I managed to help her with a problem with Keima."

"Like getting them to talk rationally?" Kanon shook her head.

"He wasn't even there," she admitted, "it was just Nanaka and I."

Ayumi whistled, and Kanon gave her a look.

"It wasn't the talking though…" she sighed, "it was when we weren't talking."

"What were you doing then?"

Kanon paused, her head getting warmer and warmer. Just tell them…

This was the point of this whole lesson. They'd likely be doing this with Keima later today. Heck, she was supposed to as well.

Oh God, what was she going to do with Keima!?

"What happened, Kanon-chan?" Yui grabbed the idol by the shoulders, breaking her train of thought. It was just as well, because she was just moments away from spontaneously combusting. She took a deep breath, accepting defeat.

"Promise you won't judge?" she asked in a shaky voice. They both nodded. Kanon wordlessly pulled out the yellow panties from her pocket.

"They're hers…" she whispered. She didn't dare avert her eyes as she watched their expressions run through what could only be described as a series of thoughts: from 'oh' to 'alright, they're Nanaka's panties' to 'wait, having someone else's panties isn't normal' to 'oh my fucking god, how did she get those panties!?'

"W-w-wait, Haibara's wearing tights," Yui remembered. Kanon looked down, her stomach making little flips.

"What were you two doing before we came in!?" Ayumi asked in amazement. Kanon's face went from strawberry to tomato.

No one said anything for a few seconds till Yui chimed.

"I guess this was the exciting tea we'd been hoping for," she said with a laugh.

"Well that's all you're going to get," Kanon snapped, more from the embarrassment than anger. Both girls awwed in disappointment. Ayumi rubbed her shoulder.

"I think we have enough the context to see that she's special to you," her sympathetic tone made Kanon even more embarrassed, "so now we have to figure out when you should tell her."

"If, not when," Kanon amended.

"I'm with Ayumi here," Yui said with a bright smile, "I think you'll tell her soon enough."

"I know I won't," the idol argued back,

"Oh, you will… I don't think anyone can just spend that kind of time together and not catch some feelings."

"Wait, does that mean that you lost your virginity to –" Kanon clapped a hand on Ayumi's mouth. It was then she noticed Chihiro pop her head around the door. The leader of the 2B Pencils paused at the frozen group, who were apparently in some conversation of their own.

"Katsuragi wants to talk to everyone inside," she announced. Kanon quickly jumped in step with Chihiro.

"W-what did Keima-kun want to say," she asked, eager to take the conversation anywhere else. Chihiro shrugged and turned around to her bandmates, who still had broad smiles on their faces.

"You two weren't bullying Kanon-chan, where you?"

"Not at all," Ayumi responded innocently, as she stepped towards the balcony entrance. Chihiro wasn't fooled by those innocent smiles, though.

Ayumi and Yui were anything but innocent.

Keima surveyed the room as he stood in front, with conversations petering off and people bringing their chairs to the centre of the class and facing him. They'd inferred his intention to speak to them without his vocalising it, and he was grateful for that.

From his peripheries, he noticed Chihiro walk to the balcony and becken the group of girls who were conversing there. He raised an eyebrow as Kanon basically ran out, seemingly relieved to be out of that conversation. It wasn't his business though.

As they sat down, Keima confirmed that the whole group was here, and he could begin.

His throat closed for a moment as he reminded himself… these were his friends.

"Nee, Chihiro…" Keima asked, "are we friends?"

"I sure hope so," the brunette responded with a laugh, "I wouldn't have embarrassed myself going into a boy's bathroom otherwise, you know?"

"Do you normally like your friends pushing you against the bathroom wall while doing that?" he teased, and Chihiro shoved him.

"I had to do something drastic to get Makabe off my back, you know?" she sighed, "but you do have a point."

"I guess I lost all semblance of normal friendships when I agreed to teaching you girls about sex, huh?" he scratched his head, but Chihiro shook her head.

"If I'm being honest, I don't think we were ever truly your friends," she replied softly. When Keima glanced at her, she had her eyes averted.

"Why do you say that?" he asked blankly, hiding the hurt he felt in his voice.

"I know you talk and share more about yourself with us now," she conceded, "but when you need help the most, you suffer in silence…"

She'd been right… just the fact that he'd run away was proof of that.

He remembered his proclamation all that time ago in Tenri's letter… how he'd walk alongside them… he had never intended for that phrase to be just talk, but here he was: making the same mistakes he'd made when searching for the Goddesses and when he'd gone to the past too.

"I-I'm not suffering in silence," Keima retorted, "I just need some time to work things out on my own."

"And that's exactly why you'd go to a place where girls can't enter," Chihiro replied sarcastically, "how accessible of you."

"That wasn't wh–"

"I can't say I believe you," Chihiro said in a deadpan voice, "but I do know that you're the type to try handling things on your own though."

"Is there something wrong with that?" he asked. She shrugged.

"It's great that you're resourceful and all, but you actively chose a place where we couldn't help you, and that's wrong," he looked appropriately abashed, but Chihiro shook her head, "and I don't blame you in the slightest." Keima looked up.

"You don't?" she laughed lightly.

"There's an expectation for guys to lead… they have to ask the girl out and initiate a lot of the big turning point events," she explained, "it takes a lot of courage to admit to anyone that you don't know something… especially when it's something that you should know or something that you're leading in."

Keima glanced down at the floor, realising that she'd hit the nail on the head, for his situation now, and for most of his adventures as well… when he'd struggled conquering girls… when he'd been looking for the goddesses… when he was trying to connect the past and present timelines…

"But I think you realise it now," Chihiro smiled, "you're not alone, and you'll get help if you ask for it."

"What if no one knows how to help me?" he asked. She shook her head.

"When it comes to combining brainpower, that's the only time where adding one to one would give you eleven," she smiled, "and I think you knew this already."

"How?"

"Because you told me," she said with a small smile, "you had that courage in you all along."

"But I still ran away in a place no one was supposed to find me," Keima responded morosely, "how is that courage?"

"That doesn't matter," she snapped, grabbing his shoulders to face her, "I would have gone anywhere if it was to find you."

Keima couldn't help but blush at the determined took in her eyes.

"What you did doesn't matter," she said firmly, "no matter that I probably did something illegal… no matter that I possibly wrecked my reputation for the last few weeks of high school…" her eyes softened, "you still confided in me, and I'm damn proud of you."

Keima blushed even darker and Chihiro smiled warmly, one hand weaving into his hair.

"There's a room full of girls who want to help you," she mussed up his hair affectionately, "you're as smart as you're brave, so I think you know what's the right thing to do."

Keima caught Chihiro's eye for a moment and he nodded, his eyes facing straight ahead to everyone. Chihiro smiled.

"I need your help," he spoke, his voice not wavering. Chihiro smiled slightly as she leant back in her chair.

With everyone's help, Keima would make this sex ed session work… those girls better be thankful for all she'd done!

So, to a much bigger audience, Keima explained why he'd left… what he'd seen in that room and why it had affected him so much, and why he wasn't sure that they could even even continue this lesson with his… physical limitations. The mood was morose, to say in the least.

"I am not okay with this," Yui crossed her arms, "we have two different kind of magical creatures in this room… there has to be something we can do?"

"Wait, there's another kind?" Mio interjected, "other than the goddesses?"

"Yes, there are," Akari answered, "the other kind would be devils."

"Aren't they like, mortal enemies or something?" Sumire asked, an eyebrow raised. Keima shook his head.

"Actually, heaven and hell are allied to purify and reincarnate human souls," he explained, "they share the ability to use magic." Jun, who was mostly quiet throughout the discussion, raised her voice.

"Are you implying that some members of this class aren't… human?"

"Allow me to clarify," Akari stood up, "I'm the only non-human in this class," the silence got louder, as everyone turned to her woodenly, "I'm a devil, by the way."

"I used to be a devil," Eri piped up cheerfully, "but I rewrote reality so that I could be with Nii-sama."

"Wait, now there's rewriting reality!?" Sumire cried, "what about the goddesses?" Nikaidou snorted.

"Wait until you hear about the time-travel," the teacher scoffed, and there was another round of surprised murmuring. Keima raised his hands.

"No no, we're not discussing this," he tried to calm everyone down, "no reality rewrites, no time-travel, no contracts… just the goddesses."

"What the hell kind of adventure have you been on?" Chihiro asked, a teasing edge to her voice. Keima glared at her.

"The kind which apparently lands you up here," he folded his arms, "Now do you want to hear about the goddesses or…"

"Nah, I wanna hear about your adventures," Hinoki responded, "and how the hell you got yourself involved in this," Keima facepalmed but the nods and murmurs of agreements made it clear that he wasn't controlling this conversation.

"Oh fiiine!" he grumbled. There was a cheer and Keima sighed, mentally trying to abridge the last year of his life for his very interested audience. Akari had grabbed a section of her hagoromo and had it in tablet mode and was typing away, her mind clearly somewhere else.

It was a few minutes later that Keima had explained his story and bought out the goddesses from within their hosts to introduce them to the rest of the girls. As he'd suspected, the overload of information had basically short-circuited everyone's brain.

"Did anyone get my explanation?" He asked in an exasperated voice. The girls looked at each other blankly and shook their heads. He groaned. This would just be so much easier if he could just give everyone their memories… or everyones' memories…

"It's not that hard… there was a contract which I mistakenly signed which put a collar around my head and dumped Eri on me in which I had to fill the gaps in the hearts of some girls to remove the loose spirit which was in there, and the only way I knew to get them out was love, which meant I had to get to find out what was bothering them and make them fall in love so it would fill the gap… It was later where Diana made me look for the goddesses but I didn't listen until Kanon got stabbed, which just goes to show how high the stakes were and how unprepared I was, so I found them all after quite a lot of hassle but it turned out it wasn't enough and I had to go to the past to connect the timelines of the past and present using this magic orb but between seeing all the girls made me realise how it wasn't a game and I'd hurt many people, and then it turned out that Eri was an eldritch abomination so she broke my collar and rewrote reality so that she could become my sister and human so she'd never be used by the enemy again and now I'm trying to atone for my shittiness by helping everyone as I can."

Keima took a sharp breath while everyone just stared at him. Even Shiori, the queen of no-punctuation, was more lost after that summarisation.

"This whole story is beyond the point!" Keima said frustratedly, "I really want to help everyone, but I can't cum, and I've already hurt someone because of that…" his voice fell lower and he sighed, "I don't know if anyone else has some ideas, but I might have to bow out of the lesson."

Keima couldn't help but feel disappointed at that thought, and he was a little surprised at himself. A lot had changed from his waking up from being tied two hours ago.

"We have to think of something," Nikaidou spoke from her casual lean against the whiteboard, "if you bow out, this lesson is basically over."

"Though Diana said she had something for stamina," Keima remembered. The room turned to the goddess, who was sitting on the teacher's desk. She shook her head.

"The thing I know would be able to give you energy," she sighed, "but it can't help with the replenishing of bodily fluids."

"That might still help," Keima wondered out loud, "I can still keep up, and now that people know the issue, no one will be offended if I d–"

"Tha's a dum' idea, Keima," Nanaka interrupted sternly. The surrounding group nodded as well.

"Why would anyone want to have sex if they knew the other person wouldn't enjoy it?" Shiori piped up.

"She's right, Katsuragi," Nikaidou stood up, "you don't have to keep doing this… you never did have any obligation at all."

Her head bowed for a moment and the longest lock of her fringe fell forward, reminding Keima of the person he'd seen before.

"We've hurt you enough," her voice was barely above a whisper. Keima put a hand on her shoulder.

"I want to see this one through, Dokurou," he squeezed her arm, "just because my neck isn't on the line doesn't make this any less important…"

"Not at your expense," she shook her head, "I don't want Nii-chan having painful memories about this…"

There was an awkward silence in the room as no one really knew what to think… as much as all involved parties did try to explain the fantasy rom com that the previous year had been, this was something that they weren't supposed to know.

"Katsuragi," Akari spoke up, her voice sounding a lot louder than it actually was, "I think that there is something that can help here."

"What is it?" he asked, his voice daring to sound hopeful.

"It's a recipe from Old Hell," Akari had a section of her hagoromo fashioned into a tablet, "it's personalised to the user, but it's said to provide both stamina and replenish the testicles after ingesting a single time."

"This exists?" Sumire asked, her eyebrow arching. Akari nodded.

"There are some mentions of organised sex parties in the scriptures from Old Hell," she sighed, "there isn't any mention of whether it will work on humans, but it's the best option we have."

"If it works, that would be a perfect solution," Diana moved over to Akari's side to look at the tablet, "will you be able to make this recipe?" Akari shook her head.

"It hasn't been made in three hundred and fifty years," Akari moved the text to the relevant place on the tablet, "I may be valedictorian, but my theoretical knowledge of hell's magic is lacking."

"Wait, is this even a recipe?" Diana scrolled through the page herself. Even though her Hellish was a bit shaky, she noticed this much.

"No, I think we'd need to do even deeper digging to find a recipe," Akari admitted. She noticed the alarmed looks she was getting, so she quickly added.

"I think I know someone who'll be able to make it," she spoke defensively, "I've called her over already," Keima's eyes narrowed.

"Who did you call?" he had a slight idea who it might be. His question was answered as the balcony door opened.

"Rimyuel, what was so urgent that…" the female voice tapered off as she noticed all the eyes that were now on her. Keima groaned, his suspicion confirmed, "K-Katsuragi?"

"Hello, Haqua…" he replied in a defeated voice, and Haqua glared.

"At least look happy when you see someone you haven't seen in a year," her scythe glinted dangerously but Keima was as unperturbed as usual. If anything, his eyes trailed to his sister, who was hiding behind an excited Chihiro.

Well this was going to be interesting…

And there you have it. Nanaka has woken up, Yui and Ayumi on board the KanonXNanaka ship, Keima was honest to everyone and basically everyone is on the same page about everything that has happened in the manga... oh, and Haqua is here.

So, how does everyone feel about that? I'm gonna assume that it was an amazeballs idea that everyone adores until someone tells me in a review :P

Speaking of reviews:

xellos540: Hey! I'm the one writing a story here, not you :P

I'm not going to respond to how much you noticed in the last chapter, but I will say that I am surprised... you saw a lot, and that might even be more than I wrote in the first place.

I really liked your summary of how things are so far, because you're exactly right. There's some shipping here and there, and a lot of the plot threads are coming to a close or going into the next part of the story. I don't know how much set-up or introduction of plot threads is in this chapter, but I do hope that you enjoyed what you read.

Thanks for the review, as always. It brightens my day reading your novel about my novel. :P

Ghost Man: Yo, it's nice to be back. And yes, the cat is a pervert. For some reason, whenever I see him, it makes me think of Eroneko from Re-kan except less vocal on his perversions :P

Hehe, Tsukiyo and Shiori... my low-key ship since my days of reading the manga. Can't wait to get further in that story.

I'm glad that you pointed out the kind of emotional bonding that happens during sex, because that is a pretty good reason why she might catch feelings like that. Though she was kinda showing signs beforehand, since the whole pantie removing thing in truth or dare. While that's a reason, I'm also curious why the hell I got so invested in this ship. I guess that's what going with the flow is.

Women are more perverted than men... I actually wonder about that. I mean, I am a girl, but I only have perverted thoughts about people I like or characters from shows. I guess I can't speak for everyone though.

ZelgadisGW: Heh, it's no problem. I like the reviews but it's not a necessity coz I already know what you thought of it before I even posted it. I'm psychic!

Oh yeah, that action was good shit. Despite both of them being about the same thing, they did have a different feeling to each other. I kinda preferred the Chihiro one coz it seemed more... romantic

I guess I liked the starting kiss.

Whoa, someone actually noticed the fantasies matching thing. I'm super impressed.

And again, thanks for everyone reading this. I hope that ya'll can review if you enjoy it or have stuff to say.

Have a great day and I'll see you in the next chapter.