The scene when the security guard kicked us out of the room is too unpleasant to describe in detail. He also threw out of the room my clothes (at least I could get dressed instead of going all the way back to my dorm room naked) and the fragments of the rifle; Quinella called out that she let us keep the broken gun as 'something to remember her by'.

I had a really hard time taking Asuna back to her room; she was too old and weak to even walk, so I had to practically drag her fallen body back. Students around who lay eyes on us would wonder who Asuna was, unable to recognize her aged version.

The next day, Asuna missed the courses of course, being in no condition to attend. I tried all day to find help, but no teacher wanted to get involved, be it because they didn't believe the magic rifle story or because they were afraid of Quinella firing them.

And now, here we were, in Asuna's room, trying to help her: Me, Leafa, Sinon, Lisbeth and Seven; Strea had been there too, but we did not manage to explain to her that that old lady was Asuna, no matter how hard we tried, so, in the end, she left the room in confusion, Seven rolling her eyes at the purplehead's stupidity.

My once redhead girlfriend was lying on her bed, face down, wearing her pink nightgown, which made her look so sexy back when she still had her young body. She was crying: 'I had so many dreams for my life. And now it's all over.' Her crying was interrupted when she felt another piercing pain in her back. She clutched that spot with her disfigured (due to old age) hand. 'GOSH, it really hurts!' she cried. 'I can't take this pain anymore.'

'You shouldn't have accepted to do that. You should have known it was too dangerous,' Leafa scolded her.

Lisbeth glared at the blonde girl, making her blush. 'Sorry,' the blondie said, moving her lips without using her voice.

I kneeled next to my recumbent girlfriend and caressed her depressingly white hair. 'Asuna, don't give in to despair,' I said to her. 'I will find a way to restore you to your former self.'

'And what if you don't?' Asuna eyed me. 'Will you keep standing by my side as I am?'

It took me one second to answer. 'Yes, I will,' I nodded, trying to sound confident. The truth, though, is that, deep inside, I really doubted myself. Could I really do this? Could such a scenario really work? Asuna was appalingly ugly as she was and I had to muster all my willpower to even look her in her disgusting, 90 year old face at that moment without unconsciously turning my eyes elsewhere.

'What are you doing there, Seven?' Sinon sighed, annoyed, at some point. 'Even at such a time, all you care about is your scientific stuff? You could at least pretend to feel some sympathy!'

Ignoring the brunette's comments, Seven turned to us and showed us something: 'TA DAAA!' she cried. 'You can congratulate me, fellows.' Our jaws dropped (except Asuna's, because she did not have the physical strength to take such an expression). What Seven was showing us was Quinella's rifle, good as new!

'But... what... how...' I managed to utter.

'Heh. After having examined its broken parts, it was easy for me to figure out how I could reconstruct it,' the precocious girl boasted. 'Even Quinella underestimated my genius!'

And so, we formulated a plan (with Asuna telling us to hurry, because she could not take that pain in her back anymore): We called Quinella to the room, claiming Asuna's last wish before her inevitable death in a few days was to talk to her one more time. Of course, the principal was more than happy to come and show off her newly acquired youth and beauty. For good measure, she took her bodyguard with her. Unfortunately for her, this didn't prevent Seven, who was hidden behind a curtain, from firing the ray at the right moment and restore the two women to their normal age.

Asuna jumped off the bed briskly. 'This feels so good,' she cried joyfully.

'NOOO,' Quinella screamed. The next moment, she clutched her chest and died of cardiac arrest.

Her bodyguard looked at us threateningly. Leafa and Sinon were about to gang up on him, but Asuna blocked their way with her arm. 'No. Leave him to me, girls. I owe him a beating!' she said with a lively smile. And, truly, she kicked his sorry ass, forcing him to run out of the room like a scared child!

I can't begin to describe to you how many times Asuna thanked Seven when all this was over.

That night, Asuna and I were sitting in my room's couch, watching tv, her wearing the same nightgown as in the previous scene. Myself, I was wearing a black t shirt and underpants the same color. Asuna was snuggled in my arms, purring in bliss, her legs perpendicularly to her body and her bare soles touching my calves. 'It's so good to be young again,' she said in a low voice.

I chuckled and kissed her hear, eliciting another purr from her.

At some point, during the tv commercial break, she raised her eyes to me. 'You know, Kirito,' she said. 'That experience made me realize that life's too short to say no all the time. So I decided to say yes to some stuff!'

I raised an eyebrow. 'Such as?' I asked with a curious smile.

Her expression became sultry. 'Do you still fancy the rear door idea?' she asked.

My eyes widened. I hastily removed my underpants and drove Asuna's newly rejuvenated body on the carpet, face down.

'Don't move,' I whispered, making her giggle.

I ran to the drawer next to my bed to grab a condom. (I know I don't use them with Asuna, but this was anal sex, and anal sex always requires rubbers, for obvious reasons!) I put it on, returned to where my babe was waiting for me, and started removing her underpants, eliciting more giggles from her.

I shoved my dick in her ass and we started thrusting, looking like retards, Asuna repeatedly slamming her foot bridges against the carpet. Soon, though, our giggles were replaced by cries, then our cries by screams, until we reached an intense climax.

We cuddled on the carpet. 'So,' Asuna sighed. 'The anal experience is not bad after all.'

I squealed, making a yeah sign with my fist.

'Just don't get too used to it, mister,' Asuna playfully slapped my fist. 'Just because we did it tonight does not mean it will become a regular thing between us.'

I playfully pouted. Asuna stuck out her tongue.

Closing this chapter, I have to admit I still feel a little sorry for Quinella. I pray for her to rest in peace.