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Test Results

Senpai's Monday evening walk to Nagatoro's home mirrored the walk he'd made with Yoshi three nights earlier, with two big differences.

Like Friday night, a dark blue plastic rain poncho covered his otherwise naked companion, and the bag he carried contained her clothes. This girl, however, had her hands cuffed together in front instead of behind her back. She also wore shoes.

And she's also in her right mind. I think.

"Are you comfortable in that thing?" Senpai pinched the blue plastic.

"This is wild." She bounced her arms against the poncho as she walked. "It's almost as big a rush as running naked through a rainstorm." Coincidentally, the shelter from which she'd originated that sprint was just up ahead.

Senpai gazed at the black night sky. The silhouette of the moon barely shone through the clouds. "If anybody sees you, they'll think you're prepared for the worst, especially considering the weather we had this weekend."

Nagatoro stomped her shoe into a puddle left over from the weekend's rains. "I know, right? And they'd have no idea I have absolutely nothing on underneath." Shaking her wrists caused a jingle. "And I'm cuffed. Only a milimeter-thin piece of plastic is hiding those facts from the world. One good gust of wind, and everyone will know my secret." When Nagatoro spun full circle, the rain poncho flared like a skirt, revealing her underside.

Senpai spun around to verify they were alone. "Stop that. You know, we could have managed to get some clothes on you. At least your panties."

"Trust me, Senpai. Those panties weren't too fresh."

"You could have worn a pair of my boxers."

She bumped her shoulder into his. "Was that your plan, pervert Senpai? Dress your lover in your underwear?"

"No, I meant—"

She bumped him again. "Because that's what we are now, you know. Lovers. Isn't it cool?" She skipped to the shelter, bent forward over one of the picnic tables, and wiggled her hips. "Want to do me again? There's nobody around."

"How much time do we have before it's dangerous?"

"This is a pretty quiet neighborhood, so… sunrise?"

"That's not what I meant."

She laughed. "We can fuck like bunnies until I flow."

"Can we save some fun for later? I'm kind of tapped out."

Nagatoro smiled brightly. "That's not what that bulge is telling me."

A dog barked. The pet and its master's shadow approached in the distance. Senpai's heart skipped a beat.

Oh, shit. Is that Yoshi and Odie?

Nagatoro's eyes widened. She pushed herself off the table, hustled back to Senpai's side, and whispered, "Maybe a short break is advisable."

When the master and dog combo revealed themselves to be an old woman and her fox terrier, Senpai exhaled a sigh of relief. He turned to Nagatoro. "So what's the plan?"

"I'm pretty sure everyone is going to be home. The trick is for me to make it to my room before anyone notices my predicament. You're going to be the diversion. When we walk in the door, you greet and make smalltalk with whoever's around, and I'll bolt up the stairs. Once I'm in my room, I'll lock the door, fish my handcuff key out of the desk drawer, and get these things off of me. Then I'll run down the stairs and tell everyone you're sleeping over."

"What? No."

"Ha, ha, virgin Senpai." Nagatoro bit her lip. "Oh, wait. I can't call you that anymore. I made you a man."

Senpai laid his arm over his girlfriend's shoulders.

And I made you a woman.

They stopped at the front door of her house. When he fished out Nagatoro's keys and raised the door key to the key hole, it brought to mind an image of Yoshi's key chain—with the handcuff key dangling from it.

It seemed like such a great idea at the time.

Nagatoro turned toward him with a sly smile. "You've got one last opportunity to molest me."

Taking the hint, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her goodnight. As they smooched, he lifted the plastic and ran his hands over her firm bare bottom. After their lips parted, he dropped the plastic covering and unlocked the door.

"Hi everyone. I'm home and Naoto is with me."

Nagatoro's plan worked flawlessly. As Senpai respectfully greeted his girlfriend's parents and engaged them in conversation, she bolted up the steps and dove into her room. Five minutes later, she trotted down handcuff-free, dressed in shorts and t-shirt.

"Thanks for walking me home, Senpai." She waved. "See you at school tomorrow."

"No problem. Goodnight everyone." He stepped out the door and headed home.

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The following morning between his first and second period classes, Sakura bumped into Senpai in the hall.

"I know what you did." Sakura punched him in the arm.

Senpai's face turned white. "Um. What?"

"Don't worry. I'm not here to cuss you out. I'm here to congratulate you for holding out as long as you did. That was quite a feat."

"Did she tell—?"

"Nope. She's not saying anything. But she's bouncing off the walls. Just be careful, okay? You two are way too young to be getting pregnant. Gotta go. See you at lunch." Sakura rushed off in the opposite direction.

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Senpai sat alone in the Art Club room with his lunch. The gang of four would soon descend on him. He and Nagatoro and Yoshi would all be in the same room.

Despite the past weekend's craziness, for some strange reason, he worried about Yoshi the most. Her makeup test was scheduled from 9:00 to 11:30. The clock read 11:45.

Nagatoro, Gamo, and Sakura burst through the door. "Hey, Senpai," Nagatoro said with a smile and a wink.

"Paisen," Gamo added.

Sakura waved.

"Where's Yoshi?" he asked.

Gamo frowned. "Probably in trouble. She's still taking that algebra makeup test. All the other people that took the test are already out."

Sakura said, "All three said they passed. Barely."

"It's not looking good for our girl." Nagatoro plunked down on the couch.

Senpai clenched his fists. "There's no way she failed that test. That's impossible."

All the girls' eyes all widened in surprise.

"How do you know?" Nagatoro asked.

"I just have this feeling, that's all. She stopped by Friday after classes and we talked for a few hours."

Gamo's eyebrows rose. "What?"

"It's fine," Nagatoro said. "I sent her over because all of us were gone." She turned to Senpai. "Did you give her a rousing pep talk?"

He looked down. "I suppose. I did my best to motivate her. She told me she planned to spend the entire weekend studying because she wanted to please her mother, and I could tell she meant it."

"Her mom can be a real witch at times," Gamo said. "She's a nice lady, but…"

"Demanding," Sakura finished.

All the girls nodded. They sat at the table and exchanged theories as they ate lunch. Most predicted another failure. Only Senpai remained optimistic.

"Walk me home after swin practice?" Nagatoro said as the girls left the room. Gamo and Sakura exchanged knowing glances.

"Sure."

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After classes, Senpai darted to the Art Club room. He sat behind his easel and studied his most recent starts, folding each page over the top of the easel as he went from one to the next. He studied the painting he'd begun Friday night. It only displayed a few curves but he remembered the image he had in his mind.

Oh, shit. I still have those pictures.

He yanked the phone out of his pocket and navigated to the pictures he'd taken of Yoshi in her puppy cosplay outfit. He smiled as he flipped through the handful of shots he'd taken.

This session may have nearly ruined my life, but I still love the concept. Damn it. What the hell happened with Yoshi and her test?

Yoshi walked through the door dressed in her standard high school uniform and pigtails. "Hey, Sense."

Senpai blinked several times to take in the view. He'd forgotten what Yoshi looked like with her clothes on. She stepped forward with an arm outstretched, a silver key pressed between her thumb and forefinger. She met his eyes. "That wasn't the real me."

Senpai took the key. "What do you mean?"

"That was Yodie."

"So you remember—"

"Everything." Yoshi sat on the couch and pulled up her legs. "I didn't know at first. It actually took me a while. At first, I was confused as hell. I didn't have a clue about anything, but I really knew my algebra." She wrapped her arms around her legs. "You see, I don't usually sleep without my clothes on. I'm a t-shirt and panties kind of girl. So when I woke up completely naked, that kind of confused me." She rubbed her bum. "Another thing, my butt felt funny. There was this creepy, pleasant ache. It's hard to describe. When I looked around my room, so much stuff was out of place. Downstairs too."

"I did my best."

"And the pantry was nearly empty."

"I had to eat a lot."

Yoshi covered her mouth. "Oh, Sense. I can't believe what happened this weekend."

"How did you do on the test?"

She lowered her legs and a smile lit up her face. "I totally aced it. I got 100%. I did so well, my teacher thought I cheated. So she made me take it again, another version, and I nailed that one too."

"That means you got the highest score in the class. Before your makeup, the highest score was a 98."

"I know, right? Isn't that incredible? Sense, I owe you my life. You pulled off a miracle."

"No, I didn't. It was all you. I wasn't with you in that room."

"I know, right? I did that all by myself. I'm not a dummy. My mom is going to go through the roof when she finds out. You have no idea what you've done for me."

The room was quiet for a while.

"Was it the key?" Senpai asked.

"Pretty much. That helped me put it all together. At first, all I knew was 'I studied for the algebra test. I studied for the algebra test.' Like an echo in my brain. And I know I did study, because I knew everything, but I didn't remember actually doing any studying. Then, when I picked up my keys this morning, I saw that little silver handcuff key, which I know didn't belong to me. And I said to myself, 'Oh, right. That goes to the handcuffs Sense used to walk me home.' After that, wham, all the puzzle pieces fell together."

Senpai looked down at his hands resting in his lap. "So… um…"

"No, Sense. I'm not telling anyone. And you better not tell anyone either."

"You're not mad?"

Her jaw dropped. "Mad? Are you kidding? You saved my life. By the way, what do I owe you for that tutorial?"

"Don't worry about it. It's on me."

"Unacceptable." She rose from the couch, walked toward Senpai seated as his easel, and took his hand. "You make a super good master, Sense."

"Thanks. And you make a super lovable puppy."

"Thanks. I can't believe how much fun I had."

"Me too."

She dropped his hand. "Then you had sex with Hyacchi." She rubbed her bum and smiled. "The normal kind. So, don't worry. I know where I stand. I think we make an awesome team as pet and master, but that's not real life, and I have no plans to let you ever hypnotize me again. Besides, I'd never do anything to hurt you or Hyacchi, especially after everything you've done for me. I'm not like that."

"I know."

"But there's one thing I absolutely have to get off my chest." Yoshi took a step forward, pulled Senpai into her arms, and moved her lips toward his. He grabbed her tight and their lips met for a kiss—a kiss that seemed to last an eternity before its energy dissipated.

"Sorry, Sense," Yoshi said when they finally parted. "I promise that won't happen again, but I needed to get it out of my system."

Senpai blinked. "I totally understand."

She turned and ran out of the room.

Author's Notes: That officially ends the Senpai/Yoshi arc, although I'm pretty sure she still wants to model for him. What could possibly go wrong? I can't believe I'm up to 35 chapters. Thanks to all who rode along from the start as well as you new readers. — S.K.