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Let's get roooooiiiigghhttttt into the reviieewwwssssss! Sorry. I promise not to overdo it.
DarkBetrayer: don't our beloved character deserve to have happiness, after all of the trials and tribulations they've faced? Especially Touma, and Misaki? I think so.
As Times Change, so do people. Index has been, as you suggested, corrupted by popular culture, and by those around her, both male and female. Index has adapted, in order to fit in with the customs and ideals she sees practiced around her. Whether or not that's actually a good thing is up in the air.
Last Order is obviously taking lessons from Worst, maybe even unintentionally.
321jaz: I'm glad to know that new chappies bring you joy, friend; here's to hoping subsequent chappies can continue to follow in their predecessors' proverbial footsteps!
You've hit the nail on the head. Aside from the arcs that'll take the focus away from the Kamijous, there'll be a few chappies that'll be more like the previous chappy.
Makes one wonder if the two took lessons from said drunken Anti Skill operative, doesn't it? Perhaps, the two are channeling her power, and her ability to consume copious amounts of alcoholic beverages.
It could be. It depends on what "LeekMan", whoever he is, and whatever his motivations are, has planned for the future. Is he just a deluded, but harmless individual? Or, is there something more sinister happening, Behind the Scenes?
I just might! I'm glad to know that you enjoyed reading that scene as much as I enjoyed writing it. I thought it was pretty entertaining, too. I have a feeling that, maybe, Index was feeling just a bit guilty, and didn't want to go "all the way"; but, as you said, who knows, right? There's always a next time. I really like the suggestion about a "tsundere Stiyl" impersonation, by the way. There practically has to be a round two, at this point, just for the inclusion of the latter alone!
Our pyrokinesist's a smart man. The last thing he, or anyone, really, would want is to be "vectorized", especially in the way that a certain late member of the Kihara family was.
Would I? I did say that I might be hiding little artifacts for you lovely people to pick out. That one might've just been set there, in case you'd pick it out, which you did!
Aw. I'm glad that you enjoyed the heartwarming interactions between Fremea and Daichi, as much as I enjoyed writing them. I bet more than one of Ayaka's friends are just a bit jealous that their own siblings couldn't be more like little Daichi. As Ayaka correctly assumed, the Hamazuras are doing quite the thorough, and impressive job at being parents, especially given their relatively young respective ages. In regards to Azumi, she's around, and is still close friends with Hamazura Fremea, though, I can confirm that she wasn't present at the gathering Fremea was a part of.
"Jackrabbits". Yeah. Jackrabbits might just be a little bit too accurate of a description, given a certain level zero's fetish.
Where'd you get that from? Hamazura Shiage isn't into wearing bunny outfits! Now, you're giving me more ideas, though, which is always good. Maybe, in a moment of extreme physical desire, Hamazura Rikou might want to turn the tables on her husband, and be the one doing the "rabbit hunting". Maybe.
I hope you enjoyed reading chapter thirty of A Certain Strange Scenario, and, I hope you enjoy reading chapter fourteen of Times Change! As always, I'm glad to know that I'm able to continually gain your approval!
Whwsms: as always, it brings me happiness to know that I'm able to consistently gain your approval, friend! Let's jump right in, shall we?
Yeah; it won't be a consistent occurrence. I just wanted to show, rather than tell, the fact that Index, like other young women her age, is experimenting with alcohol consumption, as is Last Order. As I mentioned in my response to 321jaz's review, I'm definitely going to have to revisit Index's ability to impersonate those close to her. Maybe Index will have to sleep it off at "uncle Accel-chan's"; that would certainly be convenient for our married couple!
I wanted to demonstrate Worst's minion's decency; whereas some others might've taken
advantage of the situation, Yamashita Junichi immediately knew his boundaries. Just because Worst was intoxicated, and seemed to want him, that didn't mean that she actually did. If anything, the topic of how Worst truly feels towards her minion will be another tale for another day.
Given that, in the past, Hamazura Shiage had something of an unwanted harem, it's not entirely impossible that little Daichi might begin to develop his own. Something about Academy City and harems. Very strange.
Hahahaha! That's quite the entertaining visual! I imagine a certain AIM Stalker user would very much enjoy being "hunted". That Fremea does; her relationship with her adoptive, younger brother seems to have a unique harmony of its own, similar to that fostered by the Kamijous, and, as you'll soon find out, similar to that fostered by the siblings' parents, as well.
That's a grand old idea! I'll have to put it to use, in some way or another. There'll be plenty of opportunities for our married couple to engage in roleplaying, and, therefore, there'll be room for plenty of ideas. Poor Touma's "dragon" is going to be spewing "fire" nonstop, at this rate. Of course, I'm sure neither party will mind.
Othinus was referring to subsequent "mating rituals" but, that idea, there… glorious. Especially the insidious plots of Tsuchimikado Motoharu and a certain masochistic pervert.
As always, I hope to hear your thoughts on subsequent chapters!
The final stretch of "the Enchanted Forest" had been left behind, by the Kamijous, Accelerator, and the tiny, former Magic God, Othinus, who remained perched atop the head of Academy City's "top dog".
Their short journey, through the Forest, had, up until this point, been a rather mundane one. Though the sights, and sounds of the Forest had been breathtaking, the quartet's conversations had come to a close, leaving relaxing, comfortable silence behind in their wake. Kamijou Misaki remained, contently laying back, relaxing, and enjoying the cool breeze that periodically washed over her form, held in the arms of her doting husband, who, like his wife, was having a time so grand, that it was beyond words. There was nothing more in the world that he wanted, than to know that his beloved was feeling happy, and fulfilled.
The two had been quite the sight to see, for passersby; it wasn't every day that the citizens of Academy City, and those who were visiting, rather than having any type of citizenship saw a man "princess carrying" a woman, after all. There was a collective agreement that the young, starry-eyed beauty seemed to be enjoying herself; surprisingly, the young man seemed to be enjoying himself, as well. Some sort of mutual agreement?
Aside from having Othinus occasionally jump on his head, or torment him, by picking up strands of his hair, and whipping them back and forth, Accelerator certainly wasn't having a bad time. If anything, this day was turning out to be one of his best; leave it to the Kamijous to make him all soft like this.
Othinus herself had been periodically pointed at, by joyous, awe-struck children, or adults, overwhelmed by the sight, which their minds registered as being "cute". Othinus certainly considered herself to be an attractive existence, but, cute? Not quite; cute wasn't what she was going for. Not intentionally, at least. She wanted to be attractive, not "cute". Apparently, that wasn't an option.
The ending of the trails that twisted, and snaked throughout "the Enchanted Forest" was in sight. The expanses of trees, shrubbery, and rolling hills came to a sudden halt. Great ramparts, made up of quartz-colored bricks, which practically glowed beneath the rays of the slowly setting sun, loomed over the trees, and over "the Enchanted Forest" itself. Atop the ramparts, there were large siege weapons, such as ballistae, which looked to have been forged from metallic beams, possibly steel, and, wooden catapults, their firing mechanisms nonexistent, therefore rendering the "weapons" harmless.
Halfway down the moist, muddy trail, which the quartet had been following, there was a path of light brown, almost chocolate-colored bricks, which formed a new path. Flanked by waist-high metallic fences on either side, the brick path, when compared with the moist, muddy trails that snaked throughout "the Enchanted Forest", was a sight for sore eyes, and a lovely change of scenery for dirtied, mud-plastered trainers.
"Looks like the ride's going to be over soon, beautiful," Touma remarked, in response to this change. "Would you like to leave us with some feedback? Any compliments, or complaints, would be highly appreciated! Your statement may be recorded, for quality assurance and training purposes. Thank you for choosing Kamijou Touma public transportation services. We hope you have a lovely day!"
"I am hanging up," Misaki stated, with a giggle. "Robo calls are the worst. You are not a robot, are you?"
"Beep boop beep," Touma responded, his body seizing up, as he began to walk, almost mechanically. His legs didn't bend, as they continued to move forwards; rather, they shuffled forwards, and backwards, while Touma continued to produce "electronic" sounds. "You will be eliminated, Samantha Conrad, beep boop."
"First Eliminator was better than the others," Accelerator spoke up. "Way more violence, nothing censored. Not like the ones they're pumping out these days. Fucking bullshit. I guess the last one was alright. More like the first. Jack Conrad being the antagonist was interesting."
"I'll return, soon," Touma said, stone-faced, as he stared outwards. He tried his best to stay stone-faced, at least; he quickly broke down laughing. Misaki had engaged him in something of a sudden staring contest; inevitably, as he always had, and likely always would, he lost.
"Why is it so hard for me to stare at you, when I'm trying not to laugh?" Touma rhetorically inquired. As he'd suspected, Misaki shrugged, in response, raising her honey-colored eyebrows. She didn't seem to have an answer, either.
"Only you have the answer to that question, my prince."
Kamijou Touma leaned in, and pressed his lips to his wife's right cheek, and then, to her left. The starry-eyed goddess, with the honey-colored hair smiled warmly, and contentedly, soaking up the affection, and the feelings that came along with said affection. "I think it might just be because you're really cute to look at. You have the softest skin, the nicest cheeks and lips, and you always smell so good. Like, even without perfume, you've always just got this really nice scent about you."
As Kamijou Misaki blushed, her recently-kissed cheeks glowing pink, Othinus rolled, back and forth, on top of the head of Academy City's "top dog".
"The time for the "mating ritual of Kami-yan" is nearly upon us, "number one". Are you prepared for whatever might happen?"
Accelerator scoffed. "I'm always fucking ready. For everything, and anything."
The former Magic God clung to a strand of Accelerator's hair, as she nearly fell from his head. Grasping onto another with her left hand, Othinus pulled herself back up to Accelerator's head, and then sat herself down, folding her legs inwards, hoping that Academy City's "top dog" hadn't seen her making a fool of herself. Her tiny heart was beating a mile a minute.
She felt like she was becoming smaller, and smaller, with every second that passed. With a determined huff, Othinus restrained her terror, and forcibly pushed it back, into the subconscious corridors of her mind, where decrepit skeletons lurched, and cobwebs dangled in every shadowy corner, waiting to be stumbled into.
"As am I, "number one". I wait with bated breath. If the two begin speaking at length about the possibility of a pregnancy, we may have a bit more than a hypothetical "what if?" to concern ourselves with. There's a lot of philosophy involved. Should a human child be doomed from the cradle? Does the Imagine Breaker bring doom, or is that merely how we interpret it?"
"I've got to say," Accelerator began, removing his hands from his pockets, and stretching them behind his head, "the hero's bad luck's kind of toned down. Has been since… I don't know what the fuck happened, but, about eight years ago, it just sort of fucked off. Kind of makes me wonder if something happened at all, or if it was just some sort of weird coincidence. Weird shit always happened to those goddamn heroes. I guess it still does. Better not to think too much about it. The shit that happens to the hero is confusing as fuck. Always has been."
Othinus' lips curled into a knowing grin; but, she kept her lips closed. "If they haven't told him, I won't, as fun as it would be to do so. Maybe, Touma's "bad luck" was ejected, along with his virginity. "Going out for a bite to eat". Nice try, humans. Nice try."
"Hm. Maybe," Othinus lied, attempting to keep her composure. "I can't say for certain, either." A part of her assumed that somehow, through some arcane, esper-related nonsense, Accelerator knew she was lying. He didn't give off any sort of "vibe" suggesting that he did, but, Accelerator was capable of strange things. Mind-reading wouldn't be beyond the man who could transcend his mortal constraints, and wield the power of Angels.
As the Kamijous stepped onto the light brown pathway, followed by Accelerator, and his golden-haired "passenger", Kamijou Touma set Kamijou Misaki down, carefully, flat on her feet. Misaki stretched, bending backwards, and then forwards, as quickly as she could, as not to get in the way of passersby. Touma felt no shame, as he watched his wife's bosom shift, slightly, as she performed her quick stretches. He felt no shame when she bent forward; he acted as a blockade for her, in fact, guarding her posterior from view. That was his, and his alone, to view, to engage in coitus with. All for him.
It was perfect. So plump, yet, so firm, so touchable. Kamijou Touma just wanted to pull his wife's rear to his crotch, and force her to grind against him, right there, and right then. Touma knew he couldn't do that, but, that was what he wanted to do. Of course, what Touma could do, and what he wanted to do were two different things, in this situation, at least. In their paradise, their bedroom, in their home, Kamijou Touma was free to do whatever he pleased with Kamijou Misaki. Perhaps, the best part of all, was that she always wanted it.
"Pervert," Misaki whispered to her husband, offering him a wink, after she'd risen up, and continued on her way, taking the lead. Touma quickly extended his hand, out towards his wife's; she knew what he was looking for, and, happily, blushing, Misaki took her husband's hand into her own. When they touched, their fingers interlocking, Misaki was hit by a great, euphoric rush of positivity.
"I have been your lover for a decade, your wife for over five years, living with you, sleeping with you in my arms, every day… and you still make me feel like I am in heaven, on the wings of a beautiful angel. You are incredible. Your touch is mesmerizing. I want to make love to you again, so badly."
Nuzzling her beloved, Misaki's femininity began to ache. She craved to become one with her soul mate again. It was if she could never get enough of him. She wanted to be on top, riding, forwards, and then backwards, so that her smitten, pleasured husband could watch her monumental breasts, and her large, plump posterior bounce, one after the other.
Then, she wanted to be on the bottom – Misaki's femininity could almost feel Kamijou Touma's enormous, juicy, thick member, sliding in and out, pressing against her soft, moist walls. Unconsciously, Kamijou Misaki licked her lips, as a shudder traveled down her spine, causing her body to shake, slightly. Her teeth chattered, for a few seconds, as her blush deepened.
"Misaki? Helloooo? Anyone in there? Knock, knock? Who's there? I am!"
"Touma?!"
Kamijou Touma tossed his head back, and laughed, heartily, as his wife began to awkwardly blush, even deeper than she'd been blushing before; apparently, such a thing was possible. "I… forgive me, husband, I'd lost myself in my own thoughts. You have my undivided attention, now."
"We're still chummy. Hey, you look fevered," Touma responded, jokingly, kissing Misaki on the crown of her head. "Might have to give you a checkup, later, see if everything's alright in there. Anyways… I was asking Accel-chan what he thinks this "Hub" is going to be like, considering that we're almost there. Wanted your thoughts, too, because, when don't I?"
"Sweetest existence, my everything," Misaki softly muttered to herself, her grip on her husband's hand tightening, slightly. "What do I think? I am imagining something along the lines of a great, fantasy castle. Cobblestone. Plenty of cobblestone."
"I'm sticking with my first idea. It's all going to be food, and gift shop shit, made to rip off stupid motherfuckers, and whipped motherfuckers, like you, hero. These places make a killing off you househusband types," Accelerator spoke. His lips curled into a grin that would've made Misaka Worst proud, as he waited for Touma's retort.
It came. "Hyuck, hyuck." Changing the pitch of his voice, Kamijou Touma began to speak softly, with an almost feminine tone; given how deep his "normal" voice was, hearing this almost Komoe-sensei-like voice absolutely hilarious, for Kamijou Misaki, who began to giggle, softly; if she wasn't restraining herself, she would've burst out laughing, loudly. She could almost imagine Komoe-sensei's stern, yet, completely adorable little face, looming over her wooden desk, as she addressed her class. That'd all been so long ago. Misaki sighed, contentedly; the past, despite its trials and tribulations, had been a good one.
"This Valentine's Day, buy her what she really wants, so that you can really show her how much you love her, because, our corporate executives need their pockets lined with gold. This Valentine's Day, buy that special woman in your life a two hundred million, six hundred thousand karat diamond ring, for only ¥767141527670000058368.00! If it's for her, it's got to be from Gloria's."
Accelerator, despite himself, broke down laughing; evidently, he had less self control than Kamijou Misaki did; somehow, Kamijou Touma had managed to keep his voice steady, during his entire on the fly parody of as series of television ads played far too frequently for his liking. Othinus, perched atop Accelerator's head, began to giggle, softly, in response. Accelerator's laugh was oddly contagious.
"Holy fuck… hero… you actually sound like the bitch who talks in the Gloria's ads. How the fuck do you do that?"
"Don't really know," Touma answered, truthfully. "I can just do it, I guess. It just happens, when I want it to happen. I can shrink my voice down. Not really the right description, but, whatever, it works."
"You have never bought me a two hundred million, six hundred thousand karat diamond ring, my prince. I think it is time that you show me how much you love me," Misaki spoke, holding her head high. She produced a huff, and crossed her arms beneath her impressive bosom.
A bulge instantly formed, in Touma's pants. Growing, perpetually, Touma began to lurch, as he leaned forward, awkwardly attempting to hide the beast that was wriggling, and trying to free itself from his pants. Misaki, knowing just where to look, was the only one who noticed the enormous protrusion. She wanted to suck it, to fuck it, to have it shoot its load all over her, inside of her, again and again, until her husband could take no more, if such a thing was possible.
"I'll do better, Ojou-Sama, you have my word!" Touma spoke, quietly. "Let me serve, Ojou-Sama, so that I can prove myself to you. I'm just a lowly commoner, in the presence of a Queen."
"You may serve me, but, if you fail in the tasks I set up for you, I will lock you up," Misaki remarked, softly, so that only her husband could hear her words. "I have ideas for… plenty of tests. Tests of endurance, tests of strength. You will prove yourself to me, alright, little commoner."
Touma's lips curled upwards, into a satisfied, aroused smirk. He'd planed his retort, however, he wasn't given the chance to vocalize the words.
"Hero? You alright? Your walking is kind of fucked up," Accelerator spoke. Othinus had to agree, but, she had a better idea as to what the cause of the "fucked up walk" was.
"I'm good, Accel, honest, just, uh, got a leg cramp. Too many long leg days, you know? Gotta keep in shape, though, gotta do all that… eheheh… pumping. Right, beautiful?"
"Right, handsome. Riiight. Pumping. Plenty of sweat-inducing, heart-pounding pumping."
The quartet crossed the "border", between "the Enchanted Forest", and what, according to the map sign that was in "the Plaza of Beginnings", was "the Hub".
If "the Plaza of Beginnings" had been impressive, which, it had been, to the quartet, "the Hub" was like something out of a science fiction film, or some high-end, triple A production video game. "The Hub" was like a city within Academy City. Structures, of all shapes and sizes dotted the landscape, which was mostly green. Towers of silver were mixed with great, multicolored fairy tale facades, in the distance. Tall, nourished blades of grass were visible in almost all directions, with only the structures, walkway signs, and the chocolate-colored walkways themselves to accent the green, rather than blot it out. Large, flashing neon signs dotted the skyline of "the Hub", all advertising their wares. Apparently, this amusement park had proper stores in it.
The action of "the Hub" was a few dozen meters down the cobbled pathway. Before the city within Academy City, there was a spacious park, which the quartet found themselves standing in. There were fountains, greatly resembling the fountain seen in the clearing of "the Enchanted Forest", benches, arranged in rectangular patterns, and, even circular patterns – the benches that made up these circular patterns were curved, and, their seats seemed to be made of light-colored plastic, rather than wood, like the straight-seated benches were. Lining the walkways, there were tall, milky-colored streetlights, which illuminated the light brown, brick walkways, and the grass that was within the light fixture's range of effect.
Trees dotted the landscape of the spacious park; these trees were no different than the trees which called "the Enchanted Forest" home; old oaks, weeping willows, and even fruit-bearing trees, such as apple trees, and pear trees called "the Hub's" park home.
From one of the ramparts, to the far west, a tall, sparkling waterfall dumped clear, equally sparkling water into a stream, which snaked throughout "the Hub's" enormous park. The surface of the stream's water was dotted with lily pads. Judging by the loud croaking, produced from the stream, which was audible to each member of the quartet, frogs, or perhaps toads, maybe even both, called the stream, and its surrounding banks home, just as the trees did, as did the birds, who flew above "the Hub", singing their songs.
"It would seem that Accelerator's guess was closer to the truth than my own," Misaki muttered. "I am still taken aback by this place. This is incredible. Absolutely… breathtaking. Just this park alone would have sufficed, yet, the park's designers made…"
"… an entire city, inside of Academy City," Touma finished, after Misaki's own voice had faded into obscurity. Misaki couldn't have said it better herself. Despite the fact that her ability was not active – it hadn't even been used in several months, in fact – Misaki felt like she and her husband were, as always, mentally linked with one another. "'nother sign, up that way, in the center of the park, guys." Touma pointed forwards, and, in response, the collective visions of Misaki, Accelerator, and Othinus followed his finger. Indeed, in the center of a circular plaza, its ground, as Misaki had predicted, made up of light, chocolate-colored cobblestone, which had vending machines, offering both food and drink, dotting its surfaces, as well as a larger version of the fountain that the quartet had stumbled upon in "the Enchanted Forest", there was another map sign.
"This is fucking insane," Accelerator mumbled to Othinus, who looked down at him, her single, functioning green eye widened.
"How do you think I feel, "number one"? I feel like a rat in a maze. More than usual. I'd gotten used to the, well, the tallness, of everything in Academy City, but this? This is something else; regardless, I won't give in. No, sir. I'm not going back into that purse. Not today! I'll stand against the tallness, if it kills me!"
Accelerator sighed, and began to walk towards the Kamijous, who were beginning to make their way towards the park's map sign. "You're fine, one-eyed brat. Nothing's going to fucking hurt you. I won't let anything fucking hurt any of you. Not you, not the heroes, not the nun, nobody. I'd like to see any motherfucker try. They'll have to get through me, first. Not fucking likely."
"Oh! My hero!" Othinus sarcastically responded. Despite her sarcasm, she really was thankful. For once, Accelerator's macho man routine had actually managed to settle her nerves. If anyone in Academy City was capable, it was Accelerator, the existence who blurred the lines between man and god.
The Kamijous, Academy City's "top dog", with a certain, one-eyed, former Magic God in tow dodged between groups of passersby, weaving between families, hordes of obnoxiously loud, but surely well-meaning young people, and other biological obstacles; Kamijou Touma could've sworn that he saw the blue beret of Hamazura Fremea, but, among the chorus of voices that surrounded him, Touma's own was lost. His attention was set on keeping Kamijou Misaki's hand in his own, and not letting go, ever.
Approaching the map sign, Misaki turned her vision to her husband's, briefly, and offered him a warm smile, her eyelids closing, temporarily hiding her bright, golden, starry eyes from view. Butterflies flapped their wings, and bounced against the inside of Touma's stomach, and his heart soared, at the sight of Misaki's smile. It was glorious, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"You are blushing, everything," Misaki remarked, once her eyes had re-opened, before she turned her vision back to the path in front of her. "You are the most adorable man in the world. I am having such a good day, as all days are, with you. I love you, Touma. Thank you; not only for this day, but, for this life we have together."
"Misaki? Me too. Every day I spend with you is an amazing one, even when we don't really do anything. I love you too, beautiful. No. Thank you. Thank you, Misaki. For everything."
At the map sign, the quartet managed to squeeze themselves through the crowds, that were passing it by. Standing their ground, the quartet collectively took a look, over the group of small landmasses, which seemed to be have been assembled to form a continent. According to the bright red arrow, which pointed to the center landmass, labelled as the "the Hub", the quartet would only have to walk through "the Hub's" city, within Academy City – the idea still boggled the quartet's respective minds – to get to their destination, "the Butchery".
Kamijou Misaki and Accelerator were beginning to adapt to the idea of a city within Academy City. Touma was adjusting, but, he still found his head hurting, slightly, when he began to think too deeply about it, and the obscure, surreal subjects that were somehow related to cities within cities.
"It appears that we must first traverse this city within Academy City, in order to get to the area referred to as "the Butchery," Misaki stated. "I wonder just how large this city is. I suppose we will find out, won't we?"
"You've got it, beautiful; so, what are we waiting for? Accel? Othi-chan? Ready to go?" Touma spoke, turning to look at the two who were standing a few feet behind him. Accelerator had stuffed his hands back into his pockets, and, apparently, Othinus had removed herself from Accelerator's head, and sat upon his shoulder, gripping a strand of his long, snow-colored hair. One of her tiny legs was crossed over the other, and, with her available hand, she propped herself up.
Accelerator smirked, as he began to take the lead. He didn't know where he was going, but, he assumed he'd eventually find his way. Passing by a group of youths, who practically froze, at the sight of him, their collective faces becoming as white as his hair, Accelerator's grin widened. The youths backed away, like terrified prey animals cautiously stepping away from a predator. "Ready? I'm always ready, hero, for anything."
"Number one", stop frightening children," Othinus scolded, to which Accelerator responded by clicking his tongue. The tiny, former Magic God, turning back to face the married couple, who were following behind, smiled, warmly, and genuinely. "I'm ready. I'm also ready to face this giant place. With you… family… unlikely friend, nothing can stop me, or impede my progress."
Touma, walking hand in hand with his everything, smiled back; his everything did the same, bright, starry eyes glowing in the former Magic God's direction. Their approval, their love, brought joy to Othinus' tiny heart. Internally, she swooned.
For some time, the quartet continued their walk through the park, leaving "the Hub's" park's map sign behind, as well as the crowds, that were beginning to form around it. From the map sign, the collection of people spread out in different directions, from around the map sign; some following in the footsteps of the quartet, and other spreading throughout the park. From "the Hub's" great city, in the distance, more individuals appeared to be heading in the opposite direction, moving towards "the Enchanted Forest", likely with the intention of either leaving the park, or paying "the Plaza of Beginning's" gift shop a visit.
For the quartet, and for everyone who called Academy City, the city-state surrounded by great, looming walls home, the fact that "the Hub's" city within Academy City lacked any sort of walls was a jarring one. It seemed almost foreign. It was just another source of change, that the quartet would have to adjust to.
As Kamijou Touma, Kamijou Misaki, Academy City's "top dog", and the tiny, former Magic God mounted upon the former's shoulder drew closer, and closer to "the Hub's" city, it seemed to, understandably, grow bigger, and bigger.
The structures had grown, as the quartet moved towards them; the towers of silver became progressively grander, and the towering fairy tale facades, the castle spires, the mighty ramparts of quartz coloration, lined with siege weapons, like the quartz-colored ramparts that brought an end to "the Enchanted Forest", growing more and more ornate, as the quartet's collective visions were able to visually identify more, and more of the city's greater details. Tunnel passageways were visible, with groups of people disappearing into their inky blackness, and, presumably, reappearing elsewhere within "the Hub". Apparently, the only thing that was unchanged, between the park that lead up to the city, and the city itself, was the color of the walkway, which remained light brown, and constructed of smooth bricks.
"Look! In the air!" Misaki excitedly exclaimed, pointing towards "the Hub's" city's skyline. Her husband's vision followed her index finger, as did the visions of Accelerator, and Othinus, the latter of whom had to squint, slightly. Their eyes widened. What appeared to be small cars, resembling those that dangled from the circular, metallic frame of a Ferris Wheel, were rising from the ground, and, seemingly, floating upwards, gradually, on a slope, of sorts. Upwards, they rose, slanted, until they straightened, and soared across the city's skyline, at a relaxing-looking pace.
Touma, as far as he knew, had been the first to make the internal Ferris Wheel comparison. However, Misaki had done so, as well, at the same time that Touma had, in fact. "Misaki? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Touma questioned, to which Misaki turned to face her husband, mid-stride, and nodded, enthusiastically, smiling widely, pleased. He was thinking about it, too, the "not a date".
"I believe that I am thinking exactly what you are thinking, Touma. If we are sharing the same want, I would love to. Even if we are not, I would still love to. Everything you like, I like; you are just such a fun person, Touma. Everything you like, and do, is so much fun."
"One-eyed brat," Accelerator whispered; Othinus responded by perking up. She would've preferred to be called her proper name, but, given that it was Accelerator she was dealing with, "one-eyed brat" would have to suffice.
"Hm? What is it, "number one?" Othinus responded, leaning close to Accelerator's ear, so that he could hear her soft whispers.
Accelerator smiled. He didn't smirk, nor did he even just grin; he smiled. Nostalgia coursed through his mind, as he produced a soft, knowing sigh. "Let's get a separate car. I know that the heroes want. They ever tell you about their "not a date?"
"Of course," Othinus replied, with her own small, knowing smile. "The not a date. I know all about the not a date. The foolishness of human youth in action, at it's finest. I agree. I guess, it will also give us a chance to talk at greater length about the possible routes we may have to take, should our benefactors decide to expand their… my… family."
Continuing on their way, the quartet soon passed by the set of quartz-colored ramparts, and entered "the Hub's" city, within Academy City. Immediately, the sights, and sounds of the place brought awe to both Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Misaki. Though the walkways of "the Hub's" city were tightly packed, with groups of other individuals who were also traversing the city, the bright, neon lights took the Kamijous' respective attentions away from the fact.
Accelerator, who maintained the lead, was able to cut a swathe through the crowds, simply by existing. Men, women, children, and everything in between moved out of the way to accommodate him, some looking fearful, others looking awestruck.
Othinus received mostly adoring looks from passersby; multiple young women, and even some young men produced soft, love-struck "awwws". The tiny, former Magic God blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of dark red, as her left eye looked downwards, towards her feet, and the ground that was so far away from her. Her tiny, bare feet dangled so far away from the ground below. Could she survive a fall? Othinus shuddered, and looked away.
After walking past some of the bright, reflective silver structures, mostly shops, and food vendors, which dotted what was apparently "First Street", according to a tall, flashing, neon road sign, the quartet found the source of the cars, and the means in which they were able to rise up from the ground, to travel the city's skyline.
Each of the cars emerged from a large, square-shaped, wooden structure, the entrance of which could be accessed via a wooden staircase, flanked by pristine, metallic handrails, glimmering beneath the synthetic glow produced by lights within the structure. The structure, made up of individual wooden planks, almost resembled a cottage, in its outward appearance. It stood, off to the side, in its own little section, a fair distance from "First Street's" main walkway. Its roof, constructed of wooden planks, like the rest of the structure itself, had a slope on either of its sides, which both met a point of intersection. The cars that emerged seemed to operate via a pully mechanism, which was attached to a thick, metallic tightrope, emerging from the illuminated port, where individual cars periodically emerged. The Kamijous watched on, curious, as a car began to ascend the sloped tightrope.
Every few minutes, a car would enter the rear side of the wooden structure, and, people of all sizes, ages, and ethnicities (though, most of the individuals in the Grand Kingdom were Japanese) would exit the wooden structure, from a doorless doorframe in the structure's side.
The frame was constructed with wood of a darker coloration than the rest of the structure. Others entered the wooden structure through the doorframe, evading the groups of people who were exiting. As the quartet approached, they witnessed shoulders brush, from time to time, but, nothing came of it, usually, only soft utterings of "excuse me", or "apologies".
Climbing the stairs, the trio, with Othinus clinging to Accelerator's shoulder, never daring to look down, instead, looking up, towards the darkening sky, and the slowly setting sun, which was offering the little island in the Far East its nightly farewell waves in the form of great streaks of pink, and orange, across the sky, entered the wooden structure – Touma, the gentle giant that he was, had some trouble with the doorframe, and had to duck beneath it, in order to avoid hitting his head.
Misaki produced a soft gasp, still hand in hand with her husband. The interior of the wooden structure was breathtakingly charming. Like the staircase, the floors of the structure were crafted of planks of wood, with small, metallic nails, their heads sparkling beneath the synthetic light provided by the structure's ceiling.
Consisting of wooden beams, which crisscrossed over one another, forming a web of light brown beams, circular light fixtures were attached to the ceiling, in the free areas, where interconnected beams offered space to house the fixtures. Insects, mostly moths, and tiny, unidentifiable winged creatures floated around the lights, on some unknown mission, following an unknown agenda.
Misaki ran her elbow over one of the walls, that were behind her. So smooth. It felt as smooth as it looked, in fact. Light brown in coloration, the walls were held in place by surprisingly thin wooden beams, which ran from the ceiling, to the floor, acting as supports.
The quartet found themselves standing in what almost resembled a train station, or some sort of other mass transit terminal. There were metallic benches, with black cushioned seats, and black cushioned backrests, along either wall of the structure. The armrests of the benches were ornately styled, curling downwards, and had smooth indents along their surfaces. Kamijou Touma, resisting the urge to throw himself down onto the comfortable-looking bench, out of fear of damaging it, beneath his mammoth form, sat himself down, gently, with his wife in tow; he had the intent of placing his fingers against the indents. They'd looked cool to the touch, and even looked oddly relaxing to fiddle with.
His wife had other ideas. Instead, Kamijou Misaki set herself down in her husband's lap. Crossing one leg over the other, his blonde beauty leaned back, and, wrapping her arm around Touma's shoulders, leaned in, towards his neck, and began to gently kiss it. Accelerator, with Othinus upon his shoulder, set himself down on the adjacent bench, and swiftly proceeded to go to sleep.
Beneath her, close to her femininity, Misaki felt a thick, wide bulge poking, and prodding her. She wanted it. She wanted to fuck it, and fuck it, until her husband unleashed his warm, milky, thick load. It was all hers, hers and hers alone. She'd been the first to touch the source of the bulge, not counting the owner of the bulge's source, and, she would be the last to do so. Both she and her husband knew this fact. They both wanted this sanctity.
Touma's arms had wrapped around his wife's waist, as he welcomed her affection. It was a nice position to be in, not even just because his wife was slowly, almost physically unnoticeably grinding against him, but, because he loved the attention from her.
It was getting Touma off. Even beneath his pants, and the undergarments beneath, his glands were still being successfully stimulated. Touma wanted to snake his hands up, into his soul mate's shirt, so that he could play with the bosom he adored so much; the only bosom he ever wanted. It was so perfect. Of course it was, it belonged to Kamijou Misaki, and everything that belonged to her was perfect.
"Are you having fun, Touma? Are you enjoying yourself? If you would like me to stop, just tell me, and I will. I just want to make you feel good, and take care of you, the way you deserve to be taken care of, my prince," Misaki whispered, softly, into the ear of her beloved.
Touma grinned, as his grip tightened, around his beloved's waist. Though she'd ceased her kissing of his neck, Touma still got to experience the wonderful feeling of her soft, quick breaths entering his ear. It caused him to shiver in pleasure. "Yeah, Misaki. I'm really enjoying myself. Don't stop. Don't stop grinding on me, like that. It feels so good, holy shit. Do you want to take me, Misaki? All of me?"
"Yes," Misaki swiftly replied, unconsciously blushing, heavily. "I want to take you. I want your seed inside me, and dripping from inside me, onto the outside. Can I have it? Will you fill me up, over and over again? Please? Plleeaaasseeeee?"
"This is so wrong, doing this out in public, even if nobody hears, or sees," Touma muttered, his voice dropping to an even softer whisper, "but it feels so good. Yeah, I'll fill you up, beautiful. I want to empty myself inside of you. Fuck, I want you."
A car arrived, producing a short, synthetic "ding", upon stopping, and, a group of laughing youths, some typing away on their phones, others looking to one another, and chuckling about some unknown kneeslapper, surely. There were a total of four young men, and five young women.
One of the young men, wearing a red and dark blue, backwards baseball cap, and dressed in a waist-length, hooded spring jacket, with baggy sweatpants, and a pair of boots, looked to Touma, grinning, and gave him two thumbs up. Silently, he mouthed the words, "get some!"
Touma raised an eyebrow, and returned the boy's grin, as Misaki shook her head, but held a smile on her face; she, too, had seen the boy's silent recommendation. Kamijou Touma would, indeed, be "getting some". Misaki would make sure of this.
"Heroes," Accelerator spoke, eyes still closed. Othinus, who was still perched on his shoulder, jumped slightly; she'd assumed him to have still been asleep. Perhaps he still was. Othinus wasn't going to poke the bear.
"Go on, get in the car. One-eyed brat and I will get the next one. We'll meet back here. Have fun, and don't do anything too fucked up in there. Might be cameras. Or the second ranked. Can the second ranked, the good one, even fuck? Who knows, who fucking cares. Just keep it clean. Fucking sex maniacs."
"As if, Accel," Touma chuckled. Accelerator smirked, and shook his head, from one side to the other. With a click of his tongue, he opened his eyes. Othinus looked into his crimson orbs, and smiled, tilting her head to one side.
"They're going to copulate," the former Magic God remarked.
Accelerator laughed, and, picking Othinus up from his shoulder, he set her in his lap, so that he could keep an eye on her. "What the fuck else do they do? When they're not working, they're fucking. Probably why they're always so goddamn happy."
The married couple, Touma and Misaki, quickly loaded themselves into the vacant car, beating out others; there were no attendants present, and, as such, they correctly assumed the cars were accessed on a "first come, first serve" basis. It didn't particularly matter, either way; more cars were arriving behind the car which the Kamijous had taken as their own.
Touma set the lock on the car's door, sliding into place. The metallic bolt produced a "click", as it was placed into the locking mechanism. A small, red light, next to the mechanism, which the bolt had entered, began to glow cyan in response; apparently, everything was in order.
The car was spacious, especially when compared to the cars of the Ferris Wheels, in school district six's amusement parks. The seats were wide enough for at least six individuals to comfortably set themselves down, three to either seat. Bright pink in coloration, the seats were cushioned, with soft pads, which were red in coloration. The posteriors of the Kamijous sank into the seat, which they sat upon.
The car's interior was metallic, as was its exterior; however, its interior had been ornately painted, with scenes of joy, and prosperity, upon its inner walls. A boy and two dogs, presumably belonging to him, in whatever universe the piece took place in, running through a field, the tall, green grass up to his waist; only the canines' respective heads could be seen poking out from the grass. The great, orange bulb in the right hand corner of the painting beamed sunlight down upon the trio, the boy and his loyal beasts.
Another painting depicted a setting sun, the sky bright pink, and orange, much like the real sky, that hung above Kamijou Misaki and Kamijou Touma, outside of the car. The painted ocean, or what looked like an ocean, since there appeared to be no land in sight, sparkled beneath the painted, setting sun.
The car began to move, slowly, but surely. Touma raised his right hand, and waved in the direction of Accelerator, and Othinus, who remained on their bench. Accelerator grinned, crimson orbs looking into Touma's own, as he flipped Touma the bird. Othinus waved her little, left hand enthusiastically. Upon noticing that Accelerator was performing a crude gesture, however, the tiny, former Magic God began to punch him in the gut. Accelerator responded by lifting her up, by the scruff of her neck, and blowing in her face, causing her to flail.
"Well, here we go, beautiful. Remind you of anything?" Touma inquired, as their car left the wooden structure. Slowly, it was beginning to ascend the slope that the cars before it had, previously. First, it was a few inches away from the ground. Then, it was a few feet. The car wasn't moving particularly quickly, despite the distance being covered.
Kamijou Misaki made a swift check for internal cameras. She saw none, but, couldn't be sure.
"UNDER_LINE may be gone, however, that is not to say that these cars are not covered in tiny, invisible cameras, tucked away in obscure corners."
Misaki closed her starry eyes, as she snuggled close to her husband, placing her arms around his waist, and nuzzling his right breast. Misaki's breathing slowed, as she instantly descended into a state of relaxation. Kamijou Misaki's lips curled into a satisfied smile. She produced a quiet, small vocalization, as she continued to nuzzle Kamijou Touma.
With the car to themselves, the two could get up to just about anything, so long as they were inconspicuous in their shady dealings; but Kamijou Touma felt like this was just as good. Sexual interactions were welcomed; they were a healthy part of their marriage, but, these soft, innocent interactions were good, in their own way.
They were better than good. These clean, innocent interactions were, also, a healthy part of the Kamijous' marriage, just as much as sexual interactions were. They were great, even. Touma wrapped his right arm around Misaki's shoulders, and wrapped his left around her waist. Pulling his wife close, he looked downwards.
The car must've covered, at the very least, fifty feet, or so. They were approximately a quarter way up the sloped section of the tightrope. Already, Touma witnessed a sea of flashing, multicolored neon lights, silver towers, likely belonging to the shops and food vendors of "the Hub", and quartz-colored fairy tale structures.
Off, in the distance, outside of the walls of the Grand Kingdom entirely, in fact, Kamijou Touma thought he saw an enormous, individual bolt of lightning drop from the sky, and strike an open field, loose electricity fleeing from the point of impact. Touma's vision was confirmed – at least, he could confirm that he had, indeed, seen a bolt of lightning, one which wasn't natural in origin, when a series of multicolored explosions followed.
"Biribiri? Is that you? What're you doing out there? Maybe it's one of Misaka's sisters, mucking around, or a group of them. Yeah. Sometimes, they get together to cause trouble. Could be Imouto, and some of the other sisters. Maybe, Misaka's with Imouto?
"Oh well. It'll sort itself out, whatever it is. Not getting involved. Not. Getting. Involved. What time is it? Not getting involved o'clock. I'm a married man, with a family, and a job. I can't just go off swinging my right hand, and yelling about illusions anymore. Won't bring Misaki, Index, and Othi-chan back into that life. Never."
Kamijou Touma felt that it was time to renew an old promise, especially given the direction his higher mind's contemplations had taken; a promise he'd made to the woman who had been tied to his heart, and to his soul. The woman who still was tied to him. Kamijou Misaki wore, on her ring finger, a band, which was identical to the band which Touma wore on his own; it was a symbol of protection. Their marriage, protected by a vow, and an unbreakable bond between two close human beings, whose lives were intertwined on a certain fateful summer day, over ten years ago, was indestructible. This was how the Kamijous loved.
"Misaki?" Touma spoke.
Slowly, Misaki opened her eyes, her warm smile only growing, as her starry eyes locked with Touma's own dark eyes. "Mm? Yes, Touma?"
"I'll always protect you, Kamijou Misaki, even if you're one of the mentally, emotionally, and physically strongest people I know; even if you don't need protecting, I'm going to protect you, anyways. Misaki, will you protect me, too, if I ever need it? If I fall down, you'll pick me up, right? Dust me off, and help me get back up on my feet?"
Misaki's eyes widened, and she gasped, slightly. Her husband's words were nearly identical to those he'd uttered ten years ago, save for the updating of the surname she'd adopted, when, at the altar, she'd abandoned her maiden name, and the cursed heritage of lies and abuse that clung to it, in order to embrace a new name, and a new life, with an adoring, understanding man, the only man, the only person she ever wanted to be with.
Kamijou Misaki knew what her response was going to be. "K-Kamijou Touma, I will protect you, with my very life. Whenever you need me, all you have to do is call, and I will be there, oh God, I will be there in an instant. I will drop everything and anything for you, my prince, my husband, my everything. Should you fall down, I will catch you before you hit the ground, before you have the chance to even be scratched."
Their lips connected, as the car they sat in left the sloped section of the metallic tightrope behind, and crawled across the skyline, along the straightened tightrope. The two were bathed in the neon lights of "the Hub's" city below them, as the lift car passed the buildings of "the Hub's" city. Their ritual of mutual adoration and respect was accented by the final farewells of the setting sun; ribbons of pink and orange, scattered across the nearly cloudless, dark blue sky, making the final steps in their majestic dance.
Kamijou Misaki crawled atop Kamijou Touma, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, messing his hair with her hands, and, from her mouth, her tongue connected with Touma's own. Kamijou Touma's arms were instantly around his wife's waist. She was pulled in, close, so close that she could smell his perfect, intoxicating scent. Invading her nostrils, the scent, like a pheromone, drove Kamijou Misaki wild, as she began to pant, and moan.
Their tongues connected. Snaking against one another, their tongues battled for supremacy, but, neither was succeeding. Kamijou Misaki couldn't even begin to try and control the loud, aroused moans that escaped her lips, and overtook the interior of the car. Kamijou Touma continuously huffed, aroused, his hands snaking beneath Misaki's top, towards the specially designed sports bra that held her bosom in place. His fingers snuck into the cups of his wife's bra, as Touma's lips struggled to connect with his lover's; they were beginning to curl into a grin.
Kamijou Misaki blushed, heavily, her face a shade of deep crimson. Her eyelids were closed, hiding her starry eyes.
"Do you want to play with them…? Oh, my… this is so… inappropriate. So risqué; but I do not care. Play with them. You can place your head inside of my shirt, your first head, the one with a brain, and… oh my… you can suck on them, if you would like to, handsome. Would you like me to breastfeed you?" Misaki was panting. Heavily. Risqué was one way of putting this. She truly didn't care. She couldn't even begin to care. She just wanted her husband. The windows of the car, which looked out onto "the Hub's" city below were small in size. For the most part, the car was solid metal, which, under normal circumstances couldn't be seen through.
"Sounds like you're enjoying the idea almost as much as I am," Touma muttered, between breaths, when he was given a moment to break away from the barrage of his kisses his wife was providing him. "One thing, though. What if you, uh, what's the word…"
"Lactate?" Misaki softly inquired, blushing, slightly. There were those thoughts again, bombarding her mind. Did she want to do this with her husband because, consciously, she felt as if that was the destiny she wanted to follow, so badly? Of course, her husband's mouth had engaged in "activities" with her nipples before, and, she knew he enjoyed them. Maybe, that was it. Surely, Kamijou Misaki was just looking too deeply into her own mind. Still, she'd never lactated before. What would it feel like?
"Yeah, that's it, while I'm at it? I know if I was to stimulate them enough, you could, uh, lactate. Heh, looks like I'm on the receiving end, this time. I've always been kind of curious to know what it tastes like. I can dish it out and receive it. I'll swallow, just like you do, perverted woman of mine. My wife, my woman. I guess you really are into exhibitionism after all."
Before Kamijou Touma could continue his rambling, Kamijou Misaki stretched her sleeveless top, outwards, and forced it over her husband's head. It was baggy enough to give him plenty of breathing room, as he discovered, soon enough.
Beneath Misaki's top, it was warm. Misaki's bosom was warm, as well, as the rest of her body, which Touma could also feel against him. Slipping the cups of Misaki's sport bra downwards, he grinned, as he eyed up the protrusions he enjoyed pleasuring himself with so much.
Kamijou Misaki was shaking, with pleasure, her hands having slipped beneath her shirt, and, along the back of her husband's head, fingers running swiftly, shakily through his hair, Misaki felt the sensation of her right breast being sucked on, as the other was fondled, with such gentleness and care.
This sensation alone would've been enough to drive her up the wall, and into the realm of impossibly primal, wild desire, but, her husband's words lingered in Misaki's mind. "My wife, my woman". It turned her on, the idea of belonging to Kamijou Touma, and him alone. She was his. She felt like she was on the verge of fainting, so pleasured did she feel.
"D-do… d-do you l-like what y-you taste, T-Touma? My h-husband… mine, oh, all mine, my man, my life partner, my soul mate?!" Misaki hissed, more loudly, and with a bit more force than she'd intended. Touma seemed to like the aggressiveness, as he began to produce moans of his own, loud, drawn-out, and utterly on the brink of sexual ecstasy.
"Yweah," Touma muttered, excitedly, between mouthfuls. "Ywour tits twaste rweally good, bweautiful. I want your fwucking milk."
Misaki looked from side to side, her face growing redder, and redder. This was so wrong, this public display, yet, it felt so right, so amazing. It wasn't like they were in the middle of a highway, engaging in this behavior. This was a closed, airborne lift car, with only small windows. At this point, the married couple was so far from the ground, that there was no way anyone could possibly see them. Right? Kamijou Misaki shook the paranoia off, banishing it to the same section of her mind where she'd banished Shokuhou Misaki, and took a long, deep breath. Her lungs felt empty. So did her femininity. She wanted both to be filled.
"Keep sucking, you… beast," Misaki hissed. "I will give you a drink, if you suck on my nipples, good, and softly, just the way I like it. I will fill your mouth to the brim, and make you swallow every. Fucking. Drop. You are not allowed to waste even a dribble of your Ojou-Sama's milk."
"Filth-mouth Misaki," Touma remarked, separating his lips from his wife's breast for a split second. This was unacceptable. With a forceful shove, Kamijou Misaki pushed Kamijou Touma's head back into place, and grinned, as her eyes opened. Her starry eyes looked to the messy lump beneath her shirt. Her entire body was shaking. Misaki felt like she was in heaven, like she had transcended her mortal body's limitations, somehow.
"You do this to me. You turn me into a pervert, Kamijou Touma. Every second that I look at you, into your eyes, or at that perfect, handsome, stubble-covered face of yours, I just want to make love to you, and feed you with my breasts. I would like to do both. When we get home, I want to ride your manhood, while you suck on my nipples, and kiss my breasts. Is this acceptable?"
"Accweptable," Kamijou Touma muttered. He switched, from the right breast, to the left, his lips sliding over Misaki's left breast's nipple. The sucking began again, and Kamijou Misaki threw her head back, causing her hair, still tied into a knot, to flop. A long, pleasured moan fled Misaki's lips. "I'm swo fwucking… hard. Fwor you, always fwor you, always jwust fwor you."
"Is that so? I might be able to help. Would you like a handjob, husband?" Misaki asked, bluntly, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Do not worry about your cum. I will swallow it. Every last drop. I love sucking on your manhood, and swallowing your cum. I wish I could do so constantly. Can I be your cum bucket, Touma?"
"When we gwet hwome?" Touma asked. His voice sounded slightly awkward, and, instantly, Misaki felt bad. She was grateful that her husband had come this far with her. The last thing she wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable. "I thwink that mwight be going just a bwit too far, up here… sworry, bweautiful, I know I'm a drwag."
"No, no, you are no "drag". Please, do not apologize," Misaki spoke, quickly, and, with a bit more force than she'd intended to use. As if to atone for her actions, which she regarded as further fueling the proverbial fire, Misaki's vocalizations softened, in their tone. "It is absolutely okay. We can stop, if you are not comfortable. Please, just tell me, if you want to stop, and I will have no trouble with it. I… I want you, so badly, Touma. I do not feel like I can wait; but I will force myself, if I must, for you. For you, I can do anything."
Touma was about to respond. He'd planned to state that he, as always, appreciated his wife's supportive, and understanding words, as well as the driving thoughts behind them. However, Touma's words were stopped, in their tracks, before they'd even had the chance to try and emerge from his mouth, which was preoccupied with his wife's left breast's nipple.
Kamijou Misaki's nipple began to pulsate. Soft, almost unnoticeable vibrations began to travel up the small, pink bulb, surrounded by a patch of pink, bumpy skin, lighter in coloration than the rest of Misaki's breast.
Disconnecting his lips, from his wife's nipple, Touma pulled his head out, from beneath her shirt, a concerned look on his face. His hair was terribly messed, as he joined Misaki on her seat, taking her hands into his, gently. "Beautiful? It doesn't hurt, does it? Should we keep going? Is your breast going to get blue… or, I guess, in this case, white balls, if its milk doesn't come out? I guess there's only one way to know, eh?"
"You are the sweetest, Touma," Misaki swooned. "I do not know, truth be told. I do not know a lot about lactation. Tokiwadai's "sexual education" was far from stellar, and, Komoe-sensei… oh, bless you, you little miracle worker, but…"
Touma offered his wife an understanding look. Komoe-sensei and "sexual education" didn't go well, with one another. She had hardly been able to look at a black and white diagram of the male reproductive system without blushing, and tearing up.
"Relax, Misaki. Here, I have an idea," Touma began. Lifting himself from his seat, he gently, with caution in his actions, sat his wife down upon the seat, resting her posterior, gently, against the cushion. Touma looked out of the car's small window. To his relief, he and his wife's airborne trip over the skyline of "the Hub's" city seemed to be far from over. They had, by Touma's quick mental estimates, at the very least, a few hundred meters to traverse, before their ride came to an end. Touma looked down to his right hand, for a moment, before he looked back up, to his wife.
"Thanks. This would've been the perfect time for you to strike; but you didn't. So, thanks, I guess. Why am I talking to myself? It can't hear me."
"Just relax. I'll help get it out. Just… keep me informed, tell me how you're feeling. If it hurts, for whatever reason, I'll do whatever I can to make you feel better. Maybe we should've thought this through a little better."
"I think so, my prince" Misaki admitted, blushing. Her starry eyes fell to her lap, as she produced a sigh. "It should not hurt. Rikou has told me, in the past, that it feels relieving, when a woman lactates."
With a nod, Touma fell to his knees, and, as Kamijou Misaki leaned against the cushioned backrest of the car, he placed his head back, beneath her shirt, and resumed his purging ritual. As before, Misaki placed her hands against her husband's head, and gently, softly, ran the tips of her fingers over his scalp. Lips wrapping around his wife's left nipple, his suction resumed; this time, Kamijou Touma had a new mission.
For some time, the married couple stayed where they were, engaging in their purifying ritual, there, alone, in their airborne lift car, sharing the experience, which had become an awkward, if memorable one. It was already proving itself to be a lesson learned; the Kamijous had to learn to better control their sexual urges, at least, when they were beyond the walls of their paradise, which was a free for all realm, by the couple's respective standards.
Neither of the Kamijous knew, exactly, how much time had passed. It could've been five minutes, ten minutes, maybe, it had even been thirty minutes, a full half hour? Kamijou Misaki's grip tightened, ever so slightly, as she began to smile. It was coming. Misaki's lips parted, as harsh, quick breaths escaped her nostrils. Her eyebrows rose up, on her face, as an unusual, but pleasurable shiver traveled up her spine, and caused her upper body to shudder. Her heart's rate of beating increased, and she began to moan, softly. Ecstasy was beginning to overtake her.
This was an incredible feeling. It almost felt like an orgasm; Kamijou Misaki had experienced enough orgasms, courtesy of her husband, to know what such a euphoric experience was like.
Hamazura Rikou's words had been true. Partially, at least. There was a slight stinging sensation, when breastmilk began to flee her nipple; Misaki mentally likened it to the prick of a needle, but, for the most part, her most recent experience with lactation was a pleasurable one. It really did feel relieving. Kamijou Touma, too, seemed to be enjoying himself. His hands had fled from beneath his wife's sleeveless shirt, and had traveled to her thighs, where they ran, from the top of either of her thighs, to her ankles.
If Kamijou Touma had been expecting some sort of a strange-tasting subject to rush into his mouth, and, subsequently, travel down his throat, which he had been, subconsciously, at least, he'd been disappointed. It tasted like milk, but, a lot purer, than what he and Misaki bought, to stock their fridge with. Sweet, a little bit nutty, accented by a vanilla-like flavor.
"Delicious…? Delicious. It tastes really good. It actually tastes really fucking good, holy shit. It's, like… vanilla. Unf. It really tastes good. This is kind of weird, I guess? I dunno. I wonder if Shiage's into doing this sort of thing, with Rikou. Actually, never mind, that's a weird thought. Just going to put that off in the corner."
"It tastes so fucking good, Misaki," Touma mumbled, following the ceasing of the liquid's expunging. Touma ran his arm across his mouth, though, there was nothing to be found there. "Maybe, we should do the other one, too, just to make sure. I do have ulterior motives, by the way. I definitely just want to keep sucking on your tits. Fuck it, fuck what's acceptable. Let's have a little bit of fun. We're always working so hard, working our asses off. Let's throw caution to the wind, Misaki, just this once. We're still young."
"Perverted husband," Misaki teased, panting, slightly. "What a strange experience… pleasurable, humorous, even, given this setting of ours, but, strange. That felt very good. Feeling the milk, rushing out of my nipple. Is this what breastfeeding our… child… would feel like? If we had one? Oh, Touma…"
Touma resisted the urge to try and kiss his wife; that would have to wait until he brushed his teeth, or, at least, was able to rinse his mouth out. Pulling his head out, from beneath his wife's shirt, Touma smiled up at Misaki, and swallowed his own vanilla-accented saliva. "Before that, though, I need to know if you're feeling alright. Did it hurt? Are you in any pain, beautiful?"
Misaki shook her head, no. "It stung, initially, not too much. Like the prick of a needle's tip, but, that short-lived pain gave way to… such pleasure. It really was a relieving experience."
Kamijou Touma offered a shrug, as he stood up, and sat himself on the cushioned seat of the lift car, next to Kamijou Misaki, who snuggled close, still blushing. "So? Up for round two?"
Kamijou Misaki's lips curled into a devilish grin, that would've made Misaka Worst proud, as her vision locked with her husband's. "I want to feed you, commoner. You should get back down, on the ground, where you belong, grovelling at your Ojou-Sama's feet. Know that at some point, you will clean them, too, with that disgusting tongue of yours."
"Yes, Ojou-Sama." With the swiftness of a truly submissive servant, Kamijou Touma quickly fell to the floor of the lift car. Kamijou Misaki, with equal swiftness, pulled him upwards, and, stuffing her husband's head beneath her top, shoved his head against her "full" breast, as she began to breathe, heavily.
This was good. This strangeness, this "exhibitionism", no matter how limited, was good. Misaki almost wanted someone to see. Kamijou Touma belonged to her. Hers were the only nipples he wanted to suck on, hers were the only breasts he wanted to kiss. Both husband and wife knew this fact. He belonged to her. Both husband and wife knew this, as well.
Kamijou Misaki wanted all of her husband's once-admirers to know that she meant business. She wanted them to watch, horrified, filled with envy, as she territorially rode her husband's manhood, and received load after load of his massive, warm, sticky seed, the seed which belonged to her. As with most things, both husband and wife knew this fact to be true. The thought was turning Misaki on, driving her mad, closer and closer to the edge; perhaps she'd already tipped over the edge, and was falling downwards.
"Touma, husband, there is something I want to ask you, and I would like your honest opinion. There is no right or wrong answer… I know how shy and humble you can be. Please, speak your mind to me. How would you feel about us making a dirty video?"
In the lift car that was two cars behind the car which was occupied by the Kamijous, Academy City's "top dog", Accelerator, and the one-eyed, former Magic God, Othinus, sat, across from one another. Othinus had the entirety of the car's left seat to herself. She sat elegantly, her legs curled beneath her posterior, with her tiny hands in her lap. Othinus kept her eye's vision as far away from the small windows of the car as possible. If she felt small in the car itself, looking down, towards "the Hub's" city beneath her, she would've felt nonexistent.
Accelerator leaned back, in his seat, one leg laid across the knee of the other, his arms folded across his scrawny chest, his long, snowy fringe in his face.
"So, "number one"; how much do you want to bet they're inconspicuously engaging in coitus? ¥1535 sounds fair, I think," Othinus remarked.
Accelerator clicked his tongue in response, before his lips curled upwards, causing a wide, malevolent grin spread across his face. "You're on, one-eyed brat. They're almost certainly fucking, or, one is licking the other up, like a couple of fucking animals. I still remember when the hero was afraid to admit that he jacked off. Shit really does change."
"Touma was afraid to admit he engaged in acts of self-pleasure?" Othinus inquired, seemingly dumbfounded. "Such is a natural human activity. Everyone engages in self-pleasure, at some point or another, almost always. Of course, there are exceptions, such as those with intense religious fervor, or, those with intense restraint."
"Thanks for the lesson, one-eyed brat," Accelerator chuckled, looking to the floor, as he leaned forward, clasping his hands, and resting them just a few inches away from his lap. Academy City's "top dog" shuffled in place, a few times. "Yeah. You got to know the hero after the fifth ranked got him out of his weird shell. Before that, the hero was awkward as fuck, even when the fifth ranked was dating him. I couldn't've put up with that shit. Fifth ranked did, somehow."
Othinus looked into Accelerator's crimson orbs, her singular, green eye gleaming beneath the synthetic light provided by the interior of the lift car. "What about you, "number one? Have you engaged in acts of self-pleasure?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that, one-eyed brat?" Accelerator scoffed. "Of course I've fucking jacked off. It keeps me fucking sane. Whatever happens in my head is just in my head, just a stupid goddamn fantasy, can't hurt anybody. Your turn. You ever stuck your fucking fingers in your vag, one-eyed brat?"
Accelerator had certainly been quite forthright. Still, Othinus was less than taken aback. Accelerator was Accelerator, after all. "Have I, "number one"? I've dabbled. That's exactly the problem, though. There are no safety-tested toys that are… um, "fitting", for my size. Sexual fantasies are… interesting. Skeletons in the closet, sometimes. Feelings one would prefer to keep locked away emerge, and, one can embrace them freely, as you say, without the worries of causing collateral damage."
Othinus, like Accelerator had before her, shuffled in placed, placing one foot over the bare sole of the other, and then, sitting her posterior upon both. She produced a sigh, as her cheeks began to glow bright pink in coloration, and she tilted her head, downwards, her single, functioning eye's vision trained on the ground of the lift car. Her little heart was beating quicker, and quicker. Othinus wanted to get it off her chest, but, she was afraid. What would he think? What would she think?
"I see no point in holding this back. On more than one occasion, I've received offers to be restored to my former self; offers from those who could certainly be capable of such a feat, but, I'm skeptical. I'd be in a much more suitable form to…"
"You've got leftovers for the hero," Accelerator stated, simply, efficiently. "What fucking woman doesn't want to jump the hero's bones? Forget it, one-eyed brat, you'll die. Seriously. Just fucking forget it.
"I'm not just saying that, either, I've fucking seen what the fifth ranked does to people who fuck with the hero. Remember that New Light bitch, Lessar? Took the frog doctor a week to fix her face. Fifth ranked went fucking berserk. I guess that's an extreme case, though."
Othinus shuddered. A chill ran up her spine, as her body shook, awkwardly, her teeth clacking. "W-what? W… w-what did Misaki do to Lessar? I was never informed of t-this… s-she's so gentle, a-and u-understanding. She couldn't h-have done that. It almost sounds like something the Railgun would've done. It must've been someone else. Perhaps you're mistaking the two?"
"The third ranked and the fifth ranked are two completely different people. Ask the fifth ranked yourself, one-eyed brat," Accelerator nonchalantly remarked. "Heh. You should've seen the hero's fucking face. He was white as a goddamn ghost."
Othinus softly cleared her little throat.
"L-let's change the subject, "number one."
"Whatever."