Makoto had no idea what he had done to deserve this. Sure he might have shattered the heart of his female dorm fellows but that was not entirely intentional. He also told Kenji to beat it after school but that too was said with the best interest of the Magician in mind. The most noteworthy deed that stood out was that he had cheered up Hamuko on the roof of the school and despite all of that, this still had to happen to him.

-You think you're hotshit, huh!?-

Makoto blinked at that message which was a sign of things to come and the situation just escalated from that point forward.

-Well… I mean you are but, but HOW DARE YOU!?-

After that particular message he received one of a different format, attached with a multimedia file. His personas started to grind against his mind at 5 AM in the morning and the pitiful boy whimpered.

Makoto told himself to remain calm. He had a very important Kendo meeting today and he needed to sleep and conserve his remaining strength, what was left of his strength as Hamuko had drained him dry in the last few outings.

-You will suffer! It will be all blue!-

Just one glance. Just a single glance at the thumbnail of the received files destroyed his resolve to simply flip his cell shut and sleep for the tournament. He twisted and somersaulted on his bed, tempted and haunted to open and just stare, stare until the end of time but, but, buuuuuuut….

"Ah! To hell with this!"

Personas and tournaments be damned. Makoto cursed upon all of his obligations and downloaded the attachment and the task was completed within seconds. He took another second to think and make the right choice and his personas pleaded with him to sleep for the fight.

Nope.

Makoto opened the first picture and gasped loud enough to receive a snap from upstairs. His cellphone slipped and bumbled on the floor and Makoto dove for the device like his life depended on it and quite frankly it did.

First picture was a lovely, absolutely hypnotizing portrait of the same breasts that he had sucked on like a baby during lunch break. His mind and aching body came to a still but Makoto was lost, vision zoned in completely on the photo. He tilted his head to one side for a better viewing angle but that was all. Sure he had touched and put his mouth on them not too long ago but his mind was a bit hazy with desire and panic to truly appreciate the wondrous beauty of Hamuko's more than modest bosom back there and then.

No. She was definitely bigger than Yukari and most of the females he had come across. Maybe not Mitsuru but size was not the issue here. Her breasts were simply perfect, round in shape, firm and ugh! This was not happening. Not hours before a tournament!

-Every last nerve in your admittedly cute dick will wither and burn!-

Beep. Some twenty times or so in a span of 10 seconds.

"Oh, shit…"

The screen of his cellphone was blessed with about a dozen or so images of the same subject. Hamuko's breasts. Each photo taken from a different angle to make him appreciate and worship every curve. Her free hand made sporadic appearances as well, with lewd gestures and supporting acts to suggest to him a number of possibilities if he were to get his hands on her chest again.

Makoto pressed his forearm to his eyes in hopes that he would not cry and held the device to his chest to let out a small whimper but that was all for his self pity. He knew this would be another sleepless night and so he adapted quickly and rolled onto his stomach to browse his now heavenly gallery and he sure took his sweet time on every image, and each time he would rewind he would notice a detail that he had missed before.

"Did I really suck on THESE?" Makoto wondered when he clutched the cellphone to his chest, more dear to him than anything else. A few minutes of calm but futile breathing exercises he raised the device back up after another buzz indicating a new message.

The winky and kissy emoji at the end made him feel something else however. As much as Hamuko terrified him with her bold and frankly outrageous affection towards him in broad daylight and public, he could not deny that she also made his heart and body pulse and ache like no one ever did.

"Why is she doing this….?"

That was THE question. A question he had tried numerous times to figure out but whenever he would even attempt to voice that out, Hamuko would lock her lips with his and get her skillful hands to places to give something else to dwell on. Said question would cease and Makoto would forget until next time.

By himself, he always arrived at the blatantly obvious but a little hurtful conclusion; Hamuko would eventually move on to something else when she grew bored of him.

Makoto gave his head a shake and at last climbed up his bed. He took a glance at the clock on the desk and whimpered when the hand struck six and the night went by just like that. So much for the kendo meeting later that day. Great. He was sleep deprived and testosterone drained before the biggest moment of his athletic career.

"I still have an hour, give or take a few minutes."

Makoto thought long and hard.

"One last peek would not hurt, I suppose…"

His priorities were clear.

"Might have missed a detail somewhere…."

"So sleepy."

Was all Makoto could say as he made his way towards the gymnasium, rocking the stick and attire and heading into battle with barely a quarter of his brain cells alert. He moved through the crowd of spectators and received words of encouragement, loud cheers, even a few firm pats but just when he was able to escape the zone, someone had the audacity to actually slap him on the butt.

Alert and irate instantaneously, Makoto was ready to flip, turn and thwack the insolent student who had touched him where nobody else had and of course, the moment he did he saw the familiar smirk, brown hair and those piercing, lustful red eyes.

Apparently, Hamuko was a spectator too and on her pretty face was a very, very dangerous smile.

Makoto did what he usually resorted to, that is to stand completely still while her eyes devoured him. Hamuko began to lean towards him, having a rough grip around the collar of his hakama to edge his stock still body towards her.

The boy gulped as they were in the middle of a crowd and a handjob or a panties flash here would get them both expelled from the school, no question about it as Mitsuru was still in a very foul mood regarding him but thankfully, the vicious smirk on her face melted and Hamuko flashed him a sassy but encouraging smile.

"Good luck, my champion." Hamuko whispered and without waiting for a response she smacked a quick kiss onto his lips and for a moment Makoto was sure he had left his body as time came to a halt when he felt her soft lips on his own. He held onto his kendo stick to remain conscious as her tongue quickly entered, explored and ravaged through his mouth and the kiss came to a close just as suddenly.

Took him a few seconds to get through his muddled brain that Hamuko had kissed him on the lips in the crowd of people, unabashed as she was known to be. The students who had caught the minute exchange either blew up in rage or crumbled in agony but Makoto was least concerned and not quite there, not until a peck on the cheek from the same girl that snapped him back to reality.

Hamuko had already settled in the crowd of spectators and after a few more seconds of ponder, Makoto blushed and gave a shy smile, a little energized after the public display of affection right under the watchful eyes of most of the student body.

Now there was no way he could accept defeat, not after Hamuko had called him a champion, wished him luck and then kissed him. Makoto, now more determined to win began to push back the sleep and hurried over towards the start of the tournament, although there was something off now that he had to stop and think.

Hamuko… well, she made him hard in quite a few places but this time, his entire body had hardened like steel. He also felt that he could punch a hole through the wall and crumble the complex and felt light as a feather overall.

All this from a kiss….?

"WE PLEDGE!"

The tournament was underway and somehow, Makoto pulled off a miracle and came out on top and that happened in a flash, a blur that came and went and Makoto was again left speechless at the powers of the mysterious girl.

He actually gave people concussions!

His team mates in the kendo club praised him like he was a God and the fangirls did their usual routine but through all the commotion, Makoto escaped when no one else was looking and headed towards the shower for a nice bath to hopefully help with the deprivation and the fatigue from the tournament.

Finally a moment of tranquility under the lukewarm water, after a sleepless night and what he first thought would be a tournament impossible to win but he came out victorious and undefeated as his competitors could not score a single point over him.

All those powerups from a kiss. Makoto knew for a fact that Hamuko had imbued him with the support spells he commonly used in Tartatus but could only do so with his evoker and an outright summon but the girl did so with a lip to lip contact and the effects were far greater and longer, lasting through the entirety of the tournament.

Boy, was he was glad that Hamuko was not an enemy. Not even the combined effort of his entire team would be able to put a dent on her but who was she? And where did she come from? And why was so she outrageously powerful?

During his musings and recollections, Makoto heard the door being slammed shut with nothing less than a full tackle and followed the series of impatient clicks against the tiled floor and in a hurry but Makoto figured that his team mate had to run back for a quick relief so no worries there. Putting that aside Makoto returned to bliss under the shower and began to scrub the sweat and fatigue out his body, harmonizing softly because he felt pretty damn good with himself.

He did not expect the figure to stop next to his cabin but before he could yell personal space, the glass door was blasted open by something fierce and the ideas began to click. There was only one person in the school- no, in the world who would crash the middle of his bath.

"Hamuko!?"

Makoto actually shrieked and tried to cover himself up, but as he lacked a towel he could only do so by curling up and hiding behind his hands while blushing a strong shade of crimson. Caught up in yet another awkward situation Makoto found he had already lost a good amount of breath but the girl was impossible to predict and every visit of hers he could not see coming as she constantly defied him.

Hamuko pouted and tackled him against the wall of the shower, the kiss much more fierce and forceful than the sweet smooch she gave him before the tournament. She grasped and clutched his throat and Makoto yelped, getting pushed down to his knees while Hamuko worked on his mouth, her own lips glued to his to snatch the breath out of his lungs until Makoto coughed and gave a moan of pleasure, only to get his mouth clamped shut by the rough hand of the brunette.

Makoto could only plead with his version of puppy eyes, something that Hamuko found plenty adorable but she was not merciful anymore, how could she be after the little punk actually ruined her jack frost panties?

"Were you thinking about me in the shower, Makoto-chan?" Hamuko asked cheerfully, licking her lips as she had barely just begun.

Still rendered silent by the superhuman strength, Makoto could only shake his head.

"Uh-uh! Your dick was already hard when I crashed here." Hamuko pointed out with another cheeky, lustful grin. Although there was a certain edge, a furious storm that she was trying to mask and Makoto gulped at the thought that he had pissed her off somehow. "You were obviously thinking about me!"

There was silence for a few minutes and the intense hostility in her eye grew, so did the fear in Makoto's.

"Wait!"

"Why weren't you jerking off!?"

Makoto said nothing. He could say literally nothing.

"You think you're some hot shit because you ruined my panties once!? ONCE!?"

Makoto blinked at her outburst. Wait, he did? When?!

"I can have you moaning my name just like that!" Hamuko exclaimed and while Makoto could not argue against the truth, the brunette carried on ranting. "Three handjobs and I've already drained you dry! What do you think will happen when I use my other pleasant assets!?"

Makoto's eyes briefly rolled when she suggested that, already feeling weak and faint. Sure he had not slept but anytime he was near Hamuko during one of her moods, his lung capacity was cut down in half. Today was even more intense and Makoto could feel another aura, a persona around the girl, several hundred times stronger than the puny creatures he summoned.

"That's it!"

Makoto finally shrieked like a girl when she removed her hand from his mouth but then she knocked him on his ass. Makoto tried to slither and grasp the towel on the outside but that piercing glare rendered him paralyzed, not to mention outrageously aroused.

"If I have to prove myself then I will." Hamuko exclaimed and removed the shoe from her left food, and then her sock. Ideas began to form in his head and Makoto cowered when she lifted the same foot and the blue haired boy braced himself for a painful stomp on his privates.

Nothing of the sort happened but he did hear a satisfied grunt from the female who began to poke along his hardened length with her toes, crossing her arms under her chest and smirking at the boy when he opened his eyes. He shivered at every contact and the always present feeling of weakness and the obvious superiority of the girl multiplied as he felt downright puny currently, already skipping out on a few breaths.

Hamuko gave her head a slight tilt and began to stroke him with the sole of her foot, applying just enough pressure to make it pleasurable and not painful. Having gone through a bad all-nighter and a rough tournament, Makoto began to feel the haze form around his head and he started to pant, only able to glance up at the girl who took his pleading gaze as a hint and began to stroke him faster and faster. He was not surprised that Hamuko was plenty experienced with her single foot and she quickly brought him towards the edge and purposely halted and slowed her ministrations, to hear him whine and plead for a quick release.

"Mmm, this is not punishment enough, Makoto-chan." Hamuko said, stepping on him much to his sudden shock but the girl knew what she was doing and Makoto twisted his limbs in pure agony, now resorting to small whimpers as the added pressure only accentuated the pleasure threatening to burst and knock him into tomorrow. Her manicured toe poked the tip of his length and Hamuko gave a satisfied grin, working her foot along the sides.

"I have just the climax in mind for this."

Makoto had no idea and could not fathom what else she had in store for him but what happened next was a flash. Still stroking his member with her foot, Hamuko removed her arms from under her chest and clutched the hem of her skirt, quickly flashing him something he was not expecting to see.

In that moment, Makoto let out a horrified gasp and a loud moan at the same time as he climaxed and his senses began to disperse into the void of his mind. He came hard against her foot and his head struck the tile behind him when he lost control of his body but the bump on his head went unnoticed because.

She was not wearing panties this time.

A second glimpse of her and he was already unconscious.

Witnessing the entire event, the confusion, shock and climax on the face of Makoto, Hamuko was quite pleased with how her payback session went but as she saw him starting to doze off, Hamuko withdrew her foot and sat beside him, licking his cheek and nipping the earlobe of her half conscious Makoto-chan.

"Mmmm, you came a lot again, Makoto-chan." Hamuko pointed out and scooped some of the fluid with her fingers and licked the same off while next to his ear. She quickly grasped his softening length and steadily stroked him towards slumber. "I wonder if another girl will find the infamous Makoto-chan like this, naked and passed out in the shower."

Makoto widened his eyes for a second but that was all the horror he could muster up as he was close to passing out but her words did instill a good amount of fear in him. God, someone was bound to find him in the state because he was not going to wake up anytime soon.

"I hope it is Yukari, so we both can ravage you at the same time."

That was all that he needed to hear and with the last image being of a ruthless Hamuko, Makoto slipped into unconsciousness, dreading the time he would be woken soon.

Some hours later Makoto did wake up but did not experience the panic he expected. Mainly because he was fully clothed and and was not glancing up the excited face of some unknown fangirl but the warm grip on his head, softly and lovingly stroking his blue locks was the main reason he felt at ease, like no fangirl or shadow was going to hurt him.

He knew who his guardian was and the said guardian greeted him when she saw him waking up.

"You're awake, Makoto-chan!"

Makoto realized that he was asleep on her lap just on the bench outside the club where the tournament was held. He felt quite refreshed after the little nap which he sorely needed but he made no effort to get up from her lap. Instead, he nestled closer and made his head comfortable against her stomach, something which made the girl giggle.

"You can rest as long as you like, Makoto-chan. Everyone else has left." Hamuko informed and did not let up on caressing the top of his head.

Figures. The girl was only trolling him at the end of the session in the bath. She clearly got her kicks from watching him squirm and whine but looking back at their relationship, for a lack of a better word, Hamuko had never let him down.

"Um, thank you." Makoto said when he finally lifted his head from her lap and faced her with a shy smile and a prominent blush. "You helped me in the tournament and stayed behind for me…"

He was surely knocked out for a few hours and Hamuko still remained alongside him until he had woken up.

"It's cute to watch you squirm." Hamuko teased with a poke to his ribs but then flashed him a gorgeous grin. "But seeing you happy is much more fulfilling."

By all accounts, Makoto had some doubts but maybe it was her beauty or power but he could not help but get close to her again, drawn towards her by the grin she wore. She poked at his cheeks and Makoto widened the shy but adorable smile on his face.

"Do you need something, Makoto-chan?"

Makoto rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, embarrassed to ask but he requested what was on his mind.

"Can we kiss like we did before the tournament?" Makoto requested, recalling the warmth of the kiss which was much different from the rough ones that Hamuko usually gave him.

"Nice and slow, huh?" Hamuko thought for a while and shrugged, wrapping her arms around his neck and waist and lifting her head to lock her lips with his to start the kiss, which admittedly, gave her a certain warmth as well. The same intensified when Makoto began to kiss her back on the bench and wrapped his frail arms around her body too.

Makoto was sure that they kissed for over an hour, well into sunset. And he did not notice the echo of the glass shattering in the back of his mind.

Sorry for the long absence but I lost someone close to this damn virus. I urge all of you to take caution and keep yourself and others safe. I genuinely fell into depression because this disease is tearing through our country and not stopping.

Sad topics aside, I thank everyone for the comments. Also, higher chance of Hamuko getting Makoto to call her mommy instead.

Review for more and I hope you liked this. I do apologize for the drop in quality but I will soon get back to the usual.

Take care.