Greetings to all!

Firstly, I'd like to thank Darkbetrayer for taking the time to edit this chapter for me. Dirt bag that he may be, I do appreciate the effort since I was lacking a beta-reader this time around. For the readers, this next part is for you. If you haven't noticed by now, the story's rating has been changed. This has been done in accordance to the guidelines of and this chapter's (as well as future chapters) content.

Take that as you will. At least now nobody can say that I don't follow the rules.

Summer was in full swing.

The heat radiating from the sun above had a particular habit of making even the mundane activity dismal. The only form of solace that was to be had was when the sun went down. The evenings were cool and more uplifting; a big contrast compared to the oppressive heat from that ball of fire at the center of the solar system. Some evenings, however, could be stuffy or muggy depending on what the temperature during the daylight hours. Sometimes it would feel as though the temperature had not even dropped at all despite the sun's lack of presence in the sky.

Those evenings were often considered the worst sort of nights; especially when trying to get some sleep.

Tonight was one of those nights.

"O-oi, Shizuri!"

And for a certain boy in his dorm room, the evening hours were only getting much hotter.

"Don't 'Shizuri' me! It's hot as hell in here!"

Amusing, a girl with the moniker of 'Meltdowner' was complaining about the heat.

Disregarding the irony of this for the time being, Kamijou had a (semi) valid reason to be outspoken. Mugino, in lieu of more conventional means of cooling off, opted to go with a more direct method instead. By that, we are of course referring to the traditional means of stripping oneself of unnecessary clothing. In this case, it was the girl's top that had been removed; showing off the violet purple bralette she was wearing underneath. While it was, in fact, an undergarment; it was styled in such a way that it actually looked like an undershirt.

Of course, this was coming from your typical male who knew next to nothing about the esoteric distinctions in women's underwear.

At least not when it came to bras; panties were a different matter. That and colors; because any guy knew that pink and white were the epitome of purity and innocence. Then you have colors like black which was mostly associated with...well, that conveyed a bolder message. Those were all moot points as far as the here and now were concerned. The point that was to be made here was that Mugino was stripping. It did not help that she was already wearing shorts. So it would surprise nobody that Kamijou was finding it difficult to look in her general direction for the time being.

All it would take is a little imagination and he could picture her without the shorts.

Coming from a purity wuss like him, that was saying something.

"I would have turned the AC on if I knew you were that hot."

While it may have been true Touma was mostly talking to himself, his voice remained audible enough for her to hear. And she did, which was why she was currently eyeing him as she was in the process of binding her hair up. In doing so, she too could see that the heat was starting to get to him. His flushed face might have been the result of her own actions, but the sheen coming off his sweaty brow was not. That was not the only indication she saw, for there were also wet spots cropping up all over the T-shirt he was wearing.

"Too late now, and besides, if I'm gonna sweat I might as well be comfortable." Retorted the girl, huffing as she gave up on trying to tie her hair up. "How the hell are you not dead yet from this heat? Aren't you burning alive, sitting there fully clothed?"

"Yes."

Short, sweet, and simple; nothing new coming from a Kamijou locked into lethargic-mode.

"Then take something off already, dumb ass!"

"No."

Once more, lethargic Touma struck again; this time following up his retort with a sip from his cup of ice-water. This evening heat wave must have really been getting to him. The Puritan Wuss himself did not so much as blush at the prospect of stripping. He was not endorsing the notion but she would have called him a liar if he said that he was not entertaining the idea. Mugino just happened to do it before he could either stop her or strip himself. So she reasoned his initial reaction was purely the byproduct of how abruptly it transpired, not in the act itself. In all likelihood, Touma had probably taken to treating her as if she was wearing a bathing suit.

Not quite the same experience, but it was close enough.

As Kamijou continued to stare blankly at the flashing screen of the television, he noted a shift of movement coming from his left. He did not dwell on it, having assumed that Mugino was following his example and had retreated to the kitchen for her own glass of ice-water. Her shuffling movements only spurred on this belief, thus the reason he did not avert his gaze from the TV. However, when he actually saw her approach from his peripheral vision; that was when he finally looked.

Boobs.

That is what he saw first.

Wait...correction: it was cleavage.

Not a soul could blame that though for being the first thing he noticed. Those twin hills, pressed together, and coated in a thin layer of sweat that glistened from the light source in the room. Who could miss that? Especially when the owner of such a magnificent sight had been crawling towards him on her hands and knees. They were practically begging to be noticed, a fact that was not lost on the otherwise oblivious spiky haired teen. It would be easy to say this part of the narration was not important. Truly it would be, yet it was important; because of two reasons.

One, it was too hot to not comment on it.

Two, she was sporting a rather devious glint in her eyes.

"...don't you dare." Touma's lethargic disposition swiftly went into deadpan as he said this. "Shizuri, whatever you're thinking about doing, stop thinking it."

His face might have heated up a bit more, but it did not override his sense of awareness. He did not know exactly what she was up to. All the same, he had a feeling that it was going to be something he was not going to be too keen on. Not that his words had any impact on his girlfriend since she kept inching her way closer towards him. Truth be told, the sight itself was...endearing; which Touma would readily admit if he were to be asked. In fact Touma compared her advancement to that of a black panther stalking its prey in some jungle. It was a pretty astute comparison since, as things currently stood, he was playing the role of the prey.

Hot or not, Kamijou took some precautionary steps; by which he leaned his body just slightly to the right as she drew closer. Then, just as she was on him, she stopped; stopped dead in her tracks. Poor Touma could only blink as she reached into his glass, scooped out a piece of ice, and moved away. Shizuri, for all her theatrics, simply settled back into a proper seating position beside him as her eyes returned to the TV. She hardly paid much mind to her boyfriend from that point on as she popped the cube of ice into her mouth like it was a piece of candy.

...was it sad that Touma was somewhat disappointed by this?

"All that for some ice." Groaned the lad, earning him the amusement of his girlfriend. "You could have just asked."

"Where's the fun in that?" Questioned the lass as she sucked on the cube still in her mouth. "Besides, it's too hot to do anything else. If it was cooler, maybe I'd have done something; but it's not, so I won't."

"Then turn on the air conditioner!"

"Don't wanna get up. You do it if it bothers you that much." Hey now, Shizuri could be lethargic too. Though she did peer over at him as the beginnings of a smile took shape on her features. "Oh, and I couldn't help but notice how disappointed you sounded just now. Seems to me like you were expecting something a bit more..."

She purposely left the subject hanging and Touma was guilty enough to turn away; electing a bout of snickering laughter. His poor (less than) innocent heart had been effectively trampled on by the Level 5's teasing remark. Sadly he did not have the audacity to deny the insinuations she was making. How could he? By all accounts it looked that way from his point of view and Mugino knew it as well. So, in the most basic of terms, he just got played and it not-so-secretly annoyed him. Being so easily tricked was frustrating by itself and this wretched heat was not helping him handle it any better.

Neither was Mugino for that matter, having adjusted how she was sitting so she could prod his leg with her foot.

"Could you stop, please?" A genuine request that, unfortunately, was not heeded since her toe-jabs persisted. "You're really asking for it Shizuri. Stop it."

"Asking for what, my 'screwed up illusions' to be broken?"

Hey, hey, hey!

That line is not something to be snickering at, Mugino-san!

"If that's what you want to happen..." The resigned sigh that accompanied the pensive expression he was sporting were not good signs. "Don't say I didn't warn you though."

Mugino, of course, was not worried; curious sure but not overtly concerned. At least not at first, it wasn't until after Kamijou had moved from his formerly slouched posture to put his glass of water onto the table in front of them that she began to grow suspicious. Instead of easing back into his seating position, as his girlfriend expected, he did something else. Nothing grand, he simply did what he wanted to do earlier and shed the shirt he was currently wearing. This action was not anything major enough to elicit a reaction from the Meltdowner. Average as Touma's body was in terms of fitness, this action only showed just how sweaty the boy really was.

And he thought her chest was glistening in the light.

However, Touma did not merely put the removed article of clothing off to the side upon its removal. This was the point when it was Mugino's turn to notice a gleam in the eyes of that spiky haired boy. By that time, however, it was too late; Touma had already thrown the garment right at her. Not just 'at her' but 'at her face', which it hit as she was too slow to react accordingly. A sputtered outcry was all she could initially respond with as her nose was assaulted by the musky scent that was his sweaty shirt.

It is worth mentioning that Mugino was not some deviant woman; well, not in certain aspects. She was not one of those people who got off to the smell of their partner's natural scent or body odor. Do not misunderstand; she did not have an issue with her boyfriend's aroma. Nonetheless she was not crazy enough about it to go stuffing her face into his clothes or pillow. Having said all that, the first and foremost thought that immediately came to mind after the first whiff was pretty straightforward.

It stunk!

"Kaaamiii–"

Less than six seconds; that was all it took for her to toss away the smelly bundle of cloth from her face. Kamijou, however, had not been idly sitting by during this time. In all likelihood, he was already aware that such a reaction was bound to happen. Subsequently, in that short period of time, Kamijou had already moved in to close what little gap there was between them. He was so close, in fact, that he was practically on top of her thanks to her own change in posture prior to all this. Seeing him there so suddenly, hovering over her with his hunched legs on either side, was understandably startling.

Mugino's eyes did not even get a chance to widen before feeling his (somehow) cool hands on her (mostly) bare shoulders.

From there he simply pushed her as if she were a piece of furniture while forcing her body to turn in accordance to his whims. In Shizuri's defense, she was not given any time to react, much less resist against his actions. Only after her back was pressed against the side of his bed did she realize, to some degree, what was going on. She had basically been pinned. His grip was firm, but not overtly so to cause her any harm. He was keeping her there, indicated by settling his knees on either side of her frame. He did not put any further pressure on her to keep her there; though she knew he would should she try to 'escape' from this scenario.

Not that she was or intended to put up much of a struggle. Quite the contrary, Shizuri was too busy staring owlishly into the dark blue eyes of her captor; completely dazed and caught off by this sudden turn of events.

"I tried to tell you Shizuri; you should've listened."

Words could not describe how badly the girl wanted to fire back a quip of her own. Tempting as it was, she did not want to say anything that could potentially throw him off the rails. Hence why Mugino had opted to bite down on her bottom lip as means to abstain from speaking. Usually it was not in her nature to be submissive or vulnerable in a situation. She was the one who liked to dominate, to be in control, be it in her work, social, or private life. Key word was 'usually' since she was okay with Kamijou overturning their respective roles from time-to-time. Especially in cases like these where he was the one taking the initiative in regards to intimacy.

Truthfully, it was an exhilarating experience that she was guilty of enjoying.

Just do not expect her to admit to feeling any pleasure from being in such a position.

When his hands slid down off her shoulders and down her arms, that was when her composure began to crumble. Goosebumps started to speckle across her skin as his soothingly cold mitts slowly glided across her heated flesh. They curved their trajectory as they descended, sliding down the underside of her forearms before coming to a halt at her wrists. From there, they ascended back upwards, slithering up along the underside of her forearms all the way up to her biceps. Once he reached the top, he simply curved the trajectory again to bring his hands back to her shoulders; only instead of repeating the process again he further up to her collar bones.

When his palms started to make their descent down from there was the point that Mugino moved. Not to get away from him, but to provide space for his hands to work with. Touma did not waste a moment and did so accordingly; skimming along the exposed portions of her shoulder-blades and beyond. By this point, Mugino had become deeply enthralled in her partner's actions; so much so that her eyes had closed while her own hands rose and conjoined behind the boy's neck. This helped as it kept her from falling back onto the bed frame and pinning his hands in one place.

Keeping them locked down was sure as shit not what she wanted.

And it was not what she got either since they persisted in their aimless exploration around her (mostly) exposed back. He did not stop for a moment; from the shoulder-blades all the way down to the base of her spine. Even when he reached the end of the road, he did not stop and found new places to go. He traced along the hem of her shorts, briefly stopping at her hips. He then rose and felt along her sides, before carrying on his journey. Said journey took him to other shores as his thumbs came together at her naval; the tips to his fingers brushing over her hollowed umbilicus.

Their voyage, , did not stop, there since they then proceeded to move up and span out across her exposed and flat stomach. Only after his hands reached her sides did he allow them to remain; caressing her entire left and right sides from her waist to nearly the pits of her arms. Throughout all of this, the chill she felt in every place he touched started to spread out freely all around like water. By this point just about every small hair on her body was standing on edge while mammary glands began to stiffen. Whether it was from arousal, his delightfully frigid touch, or both was not clear to her.

What was clear was that she was enjoying every second of it.

"Someone's looking relaxed."

"Don't ruin the fuckin' moment Kamijou." Snapped the girl, who was now taking her turn to be a tad rosy in the face. She still had yet to open her eyes though, which lessened the impact of her impulsive response by a margin or two. "I should start pissing you off more often if this is how you'll respond to it."

"I'd rather you not." She would have laughed at such a straight answer had he not just slipped his fingers beneath her bralette. "By the way, why are those getting so stiff all of a sudden? Seriously, I haven't even touched you anywhere near there yet."

Uh oh, busted~

"Oh, shut up."

Meanie, you cannot just...oh, wait, that was not a forth wall break.

Sorry, false alarm, please proceed.

"So, Shizuri...is there anywhere you want me to..."

He left the statement hanging while his fingers simply skirted the edges of her upper-undergarment. Only a few of his digits were pushed up underneath it, but they did not stray nor did his hands move beyond that point. Basically, he was being a bedroom bully; giving the impression that she had some measure of control when, in actuality, she did not. Relinquishing that control to someone else meant they had free reign over every action taking place. Touma was not surrendering that privilege, he was just being mean by forcing her to tell him what she wanted.

Needless to say, being forced to say what she wanted out loud was an extremely embarrassing affair. Potentially infuriating as well, since there was no guarantee that he would comply with whatever request she made. On top of that the spiky haired prick probably felt pretty damn smug right about now. Ordinarily this line of thinking would have pissed heroff considerably. Ultimately, she knew that she was in no position to say that he was not allowed to be. First-hand experience showed her how entertaining it was to be in a position of power over someone else.

A certain Level 0 had probably sneezed elsewhere in the city by this time.

"Or do you want me to stop?"

Had her eyes been open, Shizuri likely would have glared at him for such a suggestion. Opposed to that, she pulled on his neck to draw his head in closer as her conjoined hands tensed.

"My breasts, rack, boobs, bra buddies, tits, twin peaks, nips or whatever the fuck else you wanna call them." Emphasizing her point, Mugino took to arching her back to draw her chest closer towards him. All while each term, direct or slang, was decisively slow and softly spoken out from her lips. "I want you to grab, grope, press, pinch, tug, fondle, and any-fucking-thing else you can think of to do to them."

...kinky...

The cheeks on Mugino's face felt as though they were ablaze. A reason for that stemmed from the fact that she had yet to hear a response from Kamijou. Probably because he was just as flushed in the face as she was; despite there being a clear distinction between their individual embarrassment. None of those words would get to her, how could they? She has said far worse things to him in the past. Touma, on the other hand, would be affected by it due to him being the Puritan Wuss that he was. In a way, she was dishing out some well deserved payback for him acting so cheeky.

It made for a pretty damn good passive-aggressive remark in this situation.

"...consider it done."

Well, goodbye T-Rating, it was fun while it lasted.

Mugino did not even try to suppress the playful smirk she was sporting. Not even when she felt his hands take the plunge fully into her bra did the smile fade. Opposed to immediately going for the fun-bags like she anticipated, he did not. He instead went further up to caress the skin beneath her bra that he could not touch earlier. Starting with the sides, he climbed until they were on the edge of the garment before moving back down to repeat the cycle. Off and on throughout this process, Kamijou would switch directions to trail along the hems of the bra; from her spine all the way around to the top of her abs.

But not once did he make a direct course for the bound bouncy bundle of bountiful blessings presented to him.

His fingers were spread out though, allowing them to brush and drag along the sides and underside of her breasts as they passed.

This might have explained why Touma did not go to remove the undergarment from the start. The constriction it provided kept her chest bound, making it easier for him to tease her with these faint and brief moments of contact. No doubt this was his own form of payback and by far it was the more direct form of it. The proof of that was in the fabric as those hardened teats of hers were definitely a result of arousal. Mugino Shizuri might not have gotten off on his scent, but by god she was terribly addicted to his touch.

As much as she enjoyed all of this Shizuri did take issue with a few things. Let it be known that this tender touching business was great and it was turning her on. On the other hand, she would have appreciated something a little more direct than this. Being completely honest with herself, she wanted nothing more than to pull his face into her cleavage and keep him there. At least then she was certain that it would entice him to do more with her breasts. Certainly a great deal more than what he was doing with them now.

The twins were sensitive and did not like being so blatantly teased!

One main reason decisively stopped her from going through with it. That thing being Kamijou's head was slowly drawing closer towards her all on its own accord. Shizuri felt his breath on her skin before she felt his lips meeting with her own. A light peck, barely a graze, was probably all he provided as an initiator meant to transition into something deeper. Good thing Mugino was all for that idea. Before he could pull back, she had already moved to hug his neck with her forearms and thus force a return visit. Dense as he was, Touma got the message loud and clear when her lips reciprocated the gesture.

Such is how their session began, quick smooches that were fleeting yet paced slow. Their lips clicked loudly as they parted ways before once again coming back together. They had long sense built up a rhythm for this little dance. Four months worth of lip locking experience made it hard not to. In saying that, when her mouth parted she was not surprised when she felt his tongue brush against her bottom lip. Another action that she returned in kind just before they broke off and repeated the motions again. One instance had their tongues meeting half-way, to which she prodded his before retreating back into her orifice.

Her eyes cracked open for a moment here to meet the gaze of her partner. The corners of her mouth rose when she noted that he too was smiling. Going back into it, she felt him 'tag' her back, which then turned the dance into a game. A game which, eventually, resulted in her slipping through and slide in beneath his tongue. By which point, it was all about examination as they both took to exploring the other's oral crevice. To brushing along the back of the other's teeth to twirling around their partner's tongue, nothing was out of bounds.

The rhythm was set at a pace not too fast nor too slow; right at the place where the two were comfortable.

Their noses flared as each inhale and exhale grew in intensity. Her hands no longer on the back of his neck but instead lightly caressing along his exposed shoulders. Much like he had done to her, she took to keeping the pacing slow as she stroked along his collar and shoulders. Backtracking upwards, her palms came to gently caress near his face; one on his cheek and the other against the back of his neck. The encouragement was appreciated, since he continued follow with similar motions of his own hands; though he emphasized mostly with her back, sides, and shoulder-blades. Never once, however, did he remove himself from beneath her bra.

To them this was a dance without music, a game without winners or losers. They teased each other, encouraged one another, just as they had done several times before today. Each separation and reunion of their lips and tongues came and went at varying speeds. Steadily increasing the degree of intensity so that no lip lock remained reminiscent to the one before it. But something seemed to be forgotten during the course of this game. Momentarily, mind you, as the hitching of Mugino's breath served to break her from her euphoric episode. It was actually what made her break away from her lover's lips and re-regulate her erratic breathing.

That thing happened to be two things.

Those two things being her nearly forgotten chest as her partner's mitts came to caress them.

"It's about fucking time." Came the raspy, yet ultimately satisfied, statement of Mugino as her eyes finally opened. The corners of her lips inclined once more as she was met with the sight of Touma's equally flushed face. "You're a fucking tease. You know that, right?"

"Had to get back at you somehow." Equally out of breath, Kamijou's retort was made in-between light gasps along with a shrug of his shoulders and small smile. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining all too much about it. Looked to me like you were having fun without me touching them."

"Smartass."

Her light chuckling was cut short by a shudder; courtesy of the tingling sensation that shot straight down spine from the base of her neck to her tailbone. Shizuri was not given a moment to so much as moan before Kamijou's lips reconnected with hers. Her hills had already become quite hot and sensitive over the course of this exchange. So feeling his cold hands on her girls was like dousing a heated flat stove with water. Soothing, satisfying; neither of these terms encompassed what she was feeling at the moment.

For the sake of argument, we will just say that it felt amazing.

More so since Kamijou was not simply grabbing onto them for dear life like fleshy handlebars.

As their mouths and tongues carried on their little game, he was busy showing off his ability to multitask. One of the twins was being carefully massaged in a circular motion, the hardened mammilla trapped between two of his fingers throughout the motions. Given their size it made sense that he could not cup them entirely. So he worked to gently knead it without while simultaneously working the nipple play in. Not the same case with the other, as Touma had taken to a more straight-forward approach by tracing the tip his finger along her areola. He did this while maintaining a limited degree of contact with the nipple itself, though he did press down on it on occasion.

The two distinctive sensations admittedly felt quite anomalous. Neither one was receiving more stimulation than the other, but it still felt strange. That was not to say that it felt bad or that she disliked either action. Quite the contrary, it was an undeniably pleasurable experience for her. It was the cause behind some of her muffled moans while she was busy exploring Kamijou's mouth cavity. Did that take away from the fact that it felt strange? No, it still felt strange to some degree for him to be stimulating her with two separate procedures.

Seeing, or more accurately feeling, Kamijou's hands go to work served as its own incentive. Shizuri herself took to dragging her warm fingers along the flared skin of his shoulders. Her nails, slowly raking against the stuff muscles as they passed them and curved over his collar bone. Only as she came upon the pectoral region of his chest did she allow her fingers to flatten against his skin. From this she was able to make out every detail of his torso as she sensually ran her own appendages slowly down his body.

From his pectorals, his abs, even the series of bumps belonging to his ribcage, every detail was so vivid and clear that she did not even need to open her eyes to envision it all. Most would think that he was rather lanky underneath that plain uniform shirt of his. In truth, there was a decent amount of hidden muscle present there. Admittedly, it was nothing to write home about, but it was still there. Touma, in typical fashion, would likely say that he was average at best and to some extent that was probably true. Not that she had anyone else to compare to since he was the only boy she had been so close to or physically touched in this sort of manner.

Suddenly, Shizuri's eyes snapped wide open as a stifled yelp sprung out of her mouth without warning. Concurrently her nails once again raked across his skin, this time against his back where her hands were currently located. It seemed that Kamijou had grown bolder. He was teasing her engorged nipple and out of nowhere decided to give it a little pinch with his fingers. Hence the shock from the abrupt action caused her to react accordingly. Brief as both his action and her reaction were, it was enough to make them break off from one another.

"Sorry, sorry, that surprised me a bit is all." Her admittance of this came after she had successfully caught her breath. Noting the concern ridden in his eyes, she opted to give him some form of verbal reassurance. "Relax, it's fine. You didn't kill the mood. Like I said, you surprised me. That's all."

"Probably should've said something beforehand." Well yes, he probably should have, but he was busy so it could be forgiven. "Sorry about that. I'll go a bit easier from now on."

"Hell no! Do that again."

Kamijou's raised eyebrow was as clear an indication as any that her response confused him.

"W-what? You sure?"

"No, I'm saying it for my health! Yes, I'm sure!"

Honestly, learn to just nod and agree Kamijou!

Contemplating what she had said, the only response he could immediately provide was a nod. Although he seemed to accept what he was being told, he did not hastily go back to his previous task. His expression had remained thoughtful, which she interpreted as being hesitant.

"If that's the case, then let's do this first."

Ah, it seemed that she was wrong.

As Mugino was about to make an inquiry, she felt his hands retreat before his arms wrapped themselves around her frame. She caught on by then and returned the pseudo-embrace as he got off his knees and started to rise up off the floor. He succeeded without exerting too much effort and before long she was able to lie comfortably on top of his futon. This was an enlightening experience in itself for her since it helped her discover something she had not noticed prior to this. A pleasant discovery one could say, given the playful smile she was sporting as he was in the process of positing himself in a comfortable position.

"When did you manage to get this unhooked?"

Shizuri was referring to the formerly secured bra, now loosely draped, around her torso.

How did Kamijou respond?

He laughed; a short laugh but long enough to demonstrate his amusement before answering.

"Around the time we started making out." Unlike the last time she asked him a question, he looked positively smug as he answered her. "Here I was thinking you would have noticed sooner. Then again, you were getting really into it a second ago. I still haven't been able to catch my breath...and neither have you apparently."

"You sly, smartass, son of a bitch."

Cheeky too but, then again, it was one of the qualities that made him appealing to her. She could let it pass this one time as she shared in the bout of chuckles along with him. As their laughter died down Mugino's body began to fidget in place. Not out of discomfort of uneasiness but rather to move the straps of violet garment from her shoulders to down her arms. Seeing her do this was cue enough to get Touma to lend some welcome assistance. Using the same fluidity as before, Kamijou's palms slid down from her shoulders to her arms; dragging the straps along with them as he went. The arching of her back was the last step required in its removal.

Like the grand reveal at an auction, the covering was swiftly removed from her person and carelessly tossed to the wayside.

And boy, what a reveal.

Twin hills, her glorious round globes, were finally free from their restraints. The formerly bound flesh bounced ever slightly with just about every subtle movement she made. Even the rise and fall of her breathing caused the fleshy mounds to shake. Her fair skin, glossy from sweat, gave compliments to the two small hairless areolas of each breast. Small bumps speckled the ring of pigmented skin around the rigid nipples of similar, if darker, hue. Said nipples, while stiff, were still small and of great contrast to the overall size of her breasts. Privately, Shizuri often thought they were abnormal in that regard rather than being cute little nubs.

Now, obviously, she could not see herself right now.

That said, shifting perspectives for a moment, the way she was laying there below Touma was quite surreal.

There she was, Mugino Shizuri, laying right there underneath him on his bed. Her hands resting atop of his wrists, long soft-tea colored hair strewn about all around her, and above all naked from the waist up. Not even the most vivid adolescent fantasy could come close to conjuring such a splendorous sight. Vulnerable, unguarded, completely open and exposed without shame. In spite of the sexual tension and arousal, he could not help but admire her splendor. Pride, status, none of those things held any meaning here. A testament to how far they had come since this relationship began and it was all for him to witness firsthand.

Forgiveness could be given to Kamijou for getting caught in the moment and not immediately picking up where they left off.

Who would not after being exposed to such a colossal amount of sex appeal from such a stunning young woman?

"...well?" Face tinting red, Mugino's head turned slightly as her gaze moved elsewhere. "You gonna sit there and stare at 'em all night or what?"

Her insistence was a result of embarrassment rather than arousal, as indicated above. Touma's thousand mile gaze was making her more self-conscious than she cared to admit. Compiled with his silence and you could bet that any girl in this situation would feel an inkling of unease. Shizuri, of course, would forever deny such feelings; her pride as a woman remaining steadfast.

"...damn you're beautiful..."

Bit of an understatement there Kamijou; although it did make her face flush a darker shade of red.

Mortified by her own embarrassment, Shizuri did not turn to face him upon hearing this.

She was eventually not giving a choice in the matter as Kamijou cupped her cheek and turned her to face him. Her eyes met with his again while her heated cheek leaned further into his wintry palm. The distance between their faces lessened until there was no more to be had. However, Kamijou did not kiss her; not on her lips anyway. He was instead assaulting her jaw, leaving a trail of light kisses along it starting near her chin. She would have pouted had she not enjoyed what he was doing.

Speaking of, while his hand was nice on her face, it had better things to be doing right about now.

Hand still on his wrist, she used that leverage to force his hand to move. There was no resistance so there was no need for her to rush the trip. Hence why she only guided its trajectory, not its pace. The goose bumps returned as he traversed slowly down the side of her neck, shoulder, then collar. When his palm came upon the round mound of flesh, she gave him an indication of her wants. The tightening of her grip was her non-verbal cue and he understood it at once.

A low hiss escaped her lips as she felt his hand forcefully squeeze her left breast. She could feel his fingers as they sunk into her fold to the point she was sure they were barely exposed. Then, as abruptly as the rough treatment came, the contraction ceased. His grip loosened, fingers expanded as the center of his palm remained in one place while he fondled the flesh like baker's molded dough. All while his lips and teeth nipped and brushed along her jaw line until reaching the pinnacle. From there, he moved towards her ear, taking the lobe into his mouth for a moment before releasing it and carrying on down the side of her neck from there.

It perhaps should be mentioned by now that neither party was entirely on the futon. Mugino was mostly on it, save for her calves and feet which were hanging off the side of the bed. Kamijou, on the other hand, was leaning forward as he was, mostly, still standing by the bedside. So as he was starting to really get into this, his body gradually became flush against her own. Meaning that certain organs may or may not have been brushing against one another by this point. If they had, Mugino had not noticed due to multiple factors and distractions taking place over the course of time.

Or maybe she just ignored them for the current pleasure.

As Touma descended further along down her neck, she could feel his hips brush along her inner thighs. This prompted her legs to tighten and her calves to rise and circle around his waist. Her ankles interlocked, keeping him where he was, while his hands and lips continued to gratify her heated skin. Soon after this, her right breast began to receive stimulation as well, indicated by another moan as both were given another harsh squeeze. Instead of lessening the pressure all at once, Touma did so gradually as he pulled up towards the twin peaks. Only after he reached the top of the hills did he fully release her from his grip.

He did not, however, take his mitts off of her chest.

Instead, his fingers moved down the previous avenue prior to the bra's removal. This time he traced along the outer ridge of both areola instead of making her experience two different sensations. The steadily spiraling of his fingers drew closer towards the center before moving up and pulling back to where they started. This little game of his persisted as he nipped, licked, and sucked at the nape of her neck. Clearly he wanted to leave a mark and, despite Shizuri's mental protests to the notion, she could not bring herself to verbally refute against it.

Hell she was practically encouraging him to do so. Her hands had long since left his wrists and had moved up a bit in the world. One of her arms was currently going across his back near his shoulders blades. The other, which was doing the encouraging, was at the base of his skull with its index finger tangling through what loose hair he had. Clearly on some subconscious level she wanted this. Not to say on a conscious level she did not; but logically she knew that the blemish he would undoubtedly leave behind would be noticed.

But...was that truly a bad thing?

Maybe it was about time she told the girls what was going on. This could be the catalyst to breach the subject she had been putting off for so long. She did not care what they thought of Touma. Shizuri was never looking to impress anyone by the revealing of her lover. She was content with the way things have worked out over the past five months. More so than she would have ever imagined she would have when this union began. Besides, the rest of ITEM would eventually find out about this little affair of hers.

Why bother continuing to hide it?

Again, was it truly a bad thing if it was noticed?

That was the logic she used to justify and thereby allowed him to do as he pleased.

Logic however took a back seat as a familiar feeling broke her from those thoughts. It was the feeling of Touma's thumbs and index fingers tenderly placing pressure on each of her rigid buds. It was like she was being shocked by a low voltage electrical current. Sharp and painful, yet the pleasurable tingling sensation that came after could be felt all the way down to her toes. This time she did not hiss, she flat out groaned more audibly than she had that night. The fact that Touma did not release her, applying a slight twist as he pulled on them instead, only made the feeling more intense.

Her back arched in accordance to the elevation as Touma's fingers continued to slowly pull and twist her nipples. Fingers flexing, her nails dug themselves into the flesh of his back and her grip on his head intensified. The same could be said for her legs too, as they tightened up while her toes started to curl. She did not register the fact that her eyes were beginning to tear up. Nor did she acknowledge the fact that Touma was looking at her in evident concern. What she did realize, at this point, was this particular act clearly stirred something in her loins.

And it was fucking hot; like boiling hot.

The sort of hot not even Touma's frigid palms could douse.

...of course, she would not say no to him trying...

As her back arched to near a painful degree, Kamijou suddenly let go. The abrupt loss of stimulation nearly made her whine as her back eased back down onto the futon. Almost being the decisive term since, as quickly as it left, it returned. Dim as he could be at times, he was not so dense to not take note of her reaction. Thus explaining why he took to rolling the hardened mammilla of her right breast between the same two fingers. Not to the same intensity as before, but still hard enough for her to feel and enjoy it. Meanwhile he had decided to go back to fondling the other as he had previously; with the occasional rough groping thrown in for good measure.

Yet the flame that had been ignited within her continued to burn.

In fact it started to feel like it was growing stronger with each passing second.

"Kamijou, I shit you not. If you stop, I will kill you."

Mugino's words came out in-between gasps as the tension started to climb to higher levels. She did not get a verbal response, merely a grunt of acknowledgment, and that was fine. She was more focused on the feeling that was continuing to swell up inside her. Like a coiled spring, Touma's actions were essentially tightening it into a much more compact state. All she wanted was to experience that contracted spring snapping all at once. Having said that, when the stimulation ceased to be in her left breast, she was half tempted to force it back in place. What stopped that temptation was the fact that it was sneaking its way downwards.

As his hand gradually slithered down her body, she felt his tongue trace along her neck as his head moved back upwards. By the time he reached her jaw line, his fingers had already brushed against and passed over her navel. When he reached her lips, she did not even provide him a moment to initiate it himself. Her lips crashed against his own as he traced a few laps around her umbilicus with his fingers. This persisted for a short time before she felt those same digits slip underneath the last remnants of clothing she was wearing.

Her moans reverberated through his mouth when she felt him gently tug on her teat; once again causing her spine to curve slightly. No doubt Kamijou was probably sporting some marks on his back as her nails scraped across his skin. Shizuri felt him wince, heard the rumbling in his throat from the pain, yet the lip session did not stop. She would likely need to apologize to him about that later, but that thought was so far back in the recesses of her mind that she would likely forget about it.

What was important was what was taking place in the here and now; not in the days to come.

And what was taking place was something she found both delightful and agonizing. It was much like it was with her breasts; his path was not directly leading toward the treasure within the forbidden valley. She could feel his fingers come into contact with the thin patch of pubic hair just above his prize. That marker gave him perspective, prompting him to inspect other areas. Tender were his motions, the traversal of her pelvic region being deliberately slow in pace. Another shudder came once she felt his flattened hand stroking along the smooth skin of her thigh.

Starting from the pelvis joint, he ascended upwards, almost to the point of passing the leg hem of her shorts. Curving around, he then moved to stroke down her outer thigh, curving again as he was coming up to her rear. But, instead of gliding along the same path, he went all the way around to her inner thigh. It was that which served to be the course he would take from then on. Problem was each time he passed the junction between her leg and groin, his thumb would brush against the edge of her precipice. Not once, not twice, but after every single return trip his hand made this happened.

Either he genuinely did not realize it or he did and was pretending to be ignorant. Whichever the case may be, tantalizing her intentionally or otherwise like this should have been considered a crime.

Worse yet, Mugino came to realize that this torturous process would not stop there.

The first clue had been the moment his palm was no longer brushing against her leg. Clue number two was when the tips of four of his digits started to drag along the flesh nearing her groin. The biggest clue was when she felt his fingers pass the junction and brushed against the main lips of her vulva. Sadly, he had only bypassed the shorts she was wearing so it was not as direct as she would have liked. Sadder still he did no more than brush passed them. In its place, he touched down at the opposite junction and repeating the same motions for her other leg.

It felt great, she would not argue that, but it was also driving her mad.

Remember that spring analogy?

Yeah, by now that spring was coiled up so tightly that it was on the verge of breaking. The deliberately slow progression of his mitts, the assault of her breasts, and now this? Shizuri was at her breaking point and eventually something had to give. Her desire to have those fingers spreading apart her entrance and entering her folds could not be aptly described in words. She desperately wanted to feel that frigidness enter her furnace and quench the burning coals inside her. The anticipation, longing, eagerness to feel that elation made it all the more dreadful when it was not approaching quickly enough.

This tenderness and slow pacing, while amazing, was not what she wanted.

What Mugino wanted was to experience the most gratifying finger-banging her pussy had ever felt!

She wanted to experience that and cum hard enough to see spots!

That was whatshe wanted to tell him in precisely that crude and straightforward manner. No room for misinterpretation, no beating around the bush; just an honest to god desire to get her jollies off. Yet the only time she broke off from their kiss was to breathe. By the time she had caught her breath, Kamijou would go straight back into another intense lip-lock. Such was the cycle they had built up to this point. The main difference between then and now was Touma being the more aggressive one in this particular moment in time.

With everything he had done leading up to this point it was not hard to surmise that this was intentional. Meaning that, in all likelihood, everything he had been doing was deliberate as well. Doing just enough to get her to the edge but purposely not going any further than that.

Making him a filthy fucking tease!

That realization was what made her finally put her foot down. Actually, it would be more accurate to say she brought her teeth down; namely on his lip. That served to make him yelp from the pain, ergo allowing them to break off from one another.

"Quit fucking with me, Kamijou!" Growled out Mugino between grasps, leveling him with a glare fueled by frustration. "You've had your fun, so knock it off with the teasing and get to the good part already."

And this is why Mugino did not typically like giving away control. Great as all this was, she was not renowned for her patience. He knew it, she sure as shit knew it, and so they were both on the same page on that standpoint. That being said, why was he looking at her with that flat, almost disappointed, look of his? Did she piss him off again? Was this all just part of his groove and she offset it due to her own impatience? Sure seemed that way, considering how still his hands had become.

"Mugino, you didn't need to do that." Hearing him call her that instantly caught her full attention. It also made her fully aware of how grave her error was just now. "I would've had no problem with that if you had just given me a sign or something. Plus, you do realize that it's me who's doing most of the giving here right?"

True enough.

He was not wrong, since it was her who was receiving all of the pleasure right now. Which was why Mugino's glare quickly faltered as her eyes shifted elsewhere. Mugino wanted to refute against that, but in this instance she had nothing to retort with. This is why she opted to say nothing. In her haste to achieve an orgasm, she had soured the mood; ironic since he was the one who was typically afraid of doing that. As she was about to mutter out her apology, however, she felt those same cold hands of his move again. And before she herself could say otherwise, she gasped once she felt his digits run along down the main lips.

Not just that either, but the formerly tender rolling of his fingers on her nipple became much harsher; making her back arch again. Her moans grew in volume as volts of pleasurable waves rushed straight into her brain.

"Then again, I didn't really give you an opportunity to do that now did I? Which means you're right, I was playing a bit too much before and I'm sorry about that." Her eyes were clinched shut so she could not see his face right now. But there was no mistaking the mirth in his voice. "Still, damn, you didn't have to bite me so hard. Don't worry, it's fine. You got your message across, so it's only fair I give you what you want."

Not once did he let up as he spoke. The fingers on her breast twisted and pulled harshly and with little restraint. Her own hand, which had left his back some time ago, was now clutching the sheets of his bed tightly in her fist. The sensations of pain she felt were intense, but so was the pleasure she felt from it and her loins. His other meat hook had maintained its slow and steady motions as it grinded against the outer lips of her snatch; from the center of her pubic mound to nearly making contact with her perineum.

Just because it started that way did not mean it would remain.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Was he channeling his inner sadist? Based on how it sounded it sure as hell seemed like it! "I can ease up if you want me to...or do you want me to be a bit harsher?"

Her mouth was completely dry and the only thing she could verbally produce were moans. Moans that grew louder as she felt him change the motions and started to trace circles against the outer labia. She could feel a damp spot gradually growing as her panties absorbed the fluids she was secreting. By this point her inner lips were beginning to swell, which did not go unnoticed. Saying that, he altered his focus onto them upon feeling them through her underwear. Hissing through her teeth, her body tensed and her hips bucked as the sensitive nerve endings proceeded to be stroked by his chilling mitts.

"Go ahead and tell me if this feels good."

Fuck yeah it feels good!

That was what she wanted to yell, maybe even scream, but again she could only produce moans. He knew the answer anyway; the cues were all there. Head thrashing about, her fists continuing to tug on the sheets held in her iron grip. Each labia, both inner and outer, were given individual attention with his strokes. First left, then right, coming to the center, then back to the left. Such was the cycle, though he did switch from tracing circles to stroke them top to bottom. There was no pattern. It was all up to his whims; leaving her at his complete and utter mercy.

Then his slow and steady motions picked up in pace.

Once that started to happen, he simply took to stroking along her slit. Not just petting it either, his middle and index finger took to being the only active participants here. As they went down, they fanned outwards; spreading the outer labia. As he came back up, he closed them. The tips of his digits brushed against and pulled at the inner lips as they went by. It kept going in this manner and the material of her underwear gave it a more textured feeling; despite it dampening. One particular climb upwards saw an end to that, as he climbed up to her pubic mound and finally slipped underneath it.

Kamijou's cold digits finally made direct contact with the ablazed protective lips of her vulva.

The sensation Mugino felt from those same, yet direct, gestures was high substantial.

There was no denying or stopping it now. She could feel something coming. Her legs were starting to shake as they tightened further around the boy between her legs. Toes curling to the point that she was certain they were cramping up. Shizuri could care less, her cup had nearly overflowed and Kamijou was continuing to fill her glass. She wanted this and by the maker she was getting it. Overwhelming as it may be, this was exactly the thing that she had been waiting for all this time. Her breathing became labored. Her eyes were now wide open and looking desperately at the boy above her.

Without so much as a warning, she forced Kamijou's face against collar with free hand. Her forearm wrapped behind his neck to keep him there, as something was on the verge of bursting.

"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!"

That was all she could truly say between her shuddering panting breaths.

Utterly riveted by the sensory overload, Mugino's jaw clinched as her entire body grew rigid. Most think that the silence was a bad thing but in truth it was sign of suppression more than anything else. If anything she wanted to scream. Just one more push was all she needed. Words could not detail how close she was and Kamijou was not going to leave her on the brink like this. Proven when the tips of his fingers neared the peak, they made a stop. Stopping to give attention to the small bud that they had teasingly been brushing up against all this time without fully putting their focus on.

The tips of those two fingers came together and gently began to rub against it.

Citreous stimulation was the final straw that broke her. Her fist slammed hard against the futon in response. Mugino's hooked ankles parted as all strength left them as well as her legs. Mugino's entire body shook and jerked as her jaw un-clinched; causing her mouth to become agape in a silent scream. She could only lay there, her eyes wide, riding the waves of pleasure that were wreaking satisfactory havoc throughout her body. He did not stop either, not when her hips shook and bucked against him did he stop. Even when she sunk her teeth into his collar to keep from screaming did he stop.

Because, at long last, she got her wish.

Mugino Shizuri was seeing white!

Blindingly brilliant white.

...white...

White was a strange word here as it sounded vaguely similar to Light.

Those two can get confusing since, well, light is typically associated with the color white. Is that truly its color? Well, yes actually, as the color black is merely the absence of visible light whereas white contains all wavelengths of light. That was a mouthful. The point was white and light are virtually the same thing. This is where the confusion lies; because that was what Mugino ultimately saw. It was the first thing she saw in fact as she blinked away the spots now floating along her vision.

This is the part where things begin to come into perspective.

The window to her right was where the source of said light was coming from. Through the crevice left in the curtains a couple rays of sunlight managed to slip through. Strewn sheets lay about her with most of them spilling off onto the floor below. Clutched between her arms and legs was the softness of a large plain looking body pillow. Beyond that, there was nothing else to be found here; no other bodies occupied the mattress. The latter of those two small details were what made Mugino realize, even in her dreary state, this was not where she was moments ago.

She was not in Kamijou Touma's room, on his bed, at his dorm.

Mugino Shizuri was in her own room, on her own bed, at her own shared apartment.

"The fuck...?"

Her hair a mess and still blinking away the bleariness, Mugino sat up as she tried to attain a better grasp of her situation. One moment she was experiencing the greatest orgasm of her life and the next she was in her room. No part of that felt like a dream but there was no other explanation to why she woke up here. Which meant that it was, a realization that was slow in coming to her due to her own groggy state of being. Truly it was a jarring thing to wake up to all things considered. Everything about it had felt so vivid and real up until that blasted sunlight spilled into her room. Sure as hell did not help that she felt as though she was burning alive.

Yet another factor she was slow to realize until she took in her state of dress.

Or, more like, her state of undress since she was bare from the waist up; much like in her dream.

Taking this knowledge into account, Mugino gave pause for a moment as she tried to dust off the cobwebs in her brain. With the fog induced from her slumber trickling away, her mind was starting to recollect the prior day's events bit by bit. She remembered spending most of it with Kamijou all the way up until the evening. After their little dip in the river, they went back to his dorm for a change of clothes. From there she recalled staying with him for a reasonable amount of time after the sun had set. Which was about a few hours before curfew kicked in if her memory served correctly.

She had wanted to stay longer, perhaps even stay the night again, but unfortunately he had hurriedly shooed her out. His sis-con neighbor, apparently, sent him a message saying that their dorm manager was doing rounds that evening; which explained why she had to leave. Level 5 or not, Touma did not want to deal with the hassle thus forcing her to depart. At the very least he walked with her most of the way home.

As most of started to come flooding back to her, some bits still were not making sense. Specifically in regards to this stagnating heat that forced her into this sweaty state. The heat was not too unbearable when she went to sleep last night. It should not have been this unbearable now to be honest. For Christ's sake ITEM's shared apartment had air conditioning so it was not like they used window units to keep cool on hot days. Frenda hated the heat so she usually kept the temperatures at a minimum of sixty degrees Fahrenheit at all times.

"Why in the fucking hell was it so damn hot in here!"

And as if a messenger from God itself came to answer her, someone knocked on the door to her room.

Mildly surprised, Mugino clicked her tongue. She pushed the body pillow to the floor and got out of bed. Not even bothering to make herself more decent she went straight for the door. The person she found there was Takitsubo of all people, somehow able to wear her track outfit despite this damn heat. The usually dazed girl did not look even remotely fazed by it as her dazed eyes took in Mugino's disheveled state of being.

That spoke volumes of how little she gave a damn.

"We lost power last night."

Informative as that was, it remains to be a tad odd for this to be the first line you say Takitsubo-san.

Especially after three chapters worth of absence.

"How?"

"I heard you yelling from the hall."

Terrific, that answered that question.

"Not that, I mean how'd we lose power?" Grumbled the girl as her hand rose to remove the crust from her eyes. "This complex has backup generators, doesn't it? They should have kicked in the event of a power outage. Even then, the AC should have started back up the second the power came back on. "

Takitsubo did not seem to have an adequate response to that, which is why she chose instead to shrug her shoulders. All that prompted Mugino to do was release a sigh of exasperation as she removed a bit of sweat from her brow. This surely was the worst set of circumstance for her to wake up to. Having said that, and now that she was mostly awake, the Level 5 figured that she might as well carry on with her usual routine the best she could. They had power, which meant that they likely had plumbing, so now the only matter was seeing if they still had hot water.

Actually, a cold shower sounded pretty good right now.

Slipping passed Takitsubo, the Meltdowner made a beeline for the bathroom down the hall. Unfortunately, she missed the look of awareness that flashed in the AIM Stalker's eyes as she stepped out into the hall. Blissful unawareness and grogginess made for a deadly combination. Reason being was soon discovered as she caught sight of someone coming from the other end. This person was a male, a male who had just happened to freeze in place once he caught sight of her. Ordinarily his presence would have been ignored given how insignificant Hamazura existence was to her. What made this instance different was, again, her current state of undress.

Hence why she stopped dead in her tracks as well.

And so the formerly hot atmosphere dropped to below freezing.

"I'll...uh...I'll see myself out."

No, sadly, you most likely will not.

"Haamaazuuraa!"

At least he got a good view before he died.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, a certain boy had also woken up with similar issues.

A lack of air conditioning, spoiled food due to the refrigerator losing power, things of that nature.

Unlike Mugino, Touma knew the cause behind this inconvenience to his morning routine. Said cause was a certain middle school girl belonging to a prestigious school in the School Garden. Apparently she had not forgotten their earlier run-in that day. Nor was she not all too happy with him for reasons he still did not fully understand.

Only reason he came across her again was because he decided to go with his girlfriend on her way back home. He still had to thank Tsuchimikado for giving him the head's up on their dorm manager's surprise inspection. Likely his way of repayment for that one incident that ended with him being sucker punched. He still never quite found out where Shizuri lived, but that was fine. Knowing she shared her apartment with her friends helped him understand why. These were same friends she was too embarrassed to inform about her relationship with him.

A cute factor, in his mind at least, that most would not associate with the ever confident Level 5.

On his way back was when he caught Misaka Mikoto in the company of some rather shady folk. Why she was dealing with a bunch of thugs was still beyond him. To make a long story short, he ended up being chased through District 7 by a full throng's worth of delinquents. The chase concluded when he ended up meeting back with the troublesome girl by the very bridge he had been to around sunset. This ultimately led to her going full biri-biri on him; hence the massive blackout.

And to think he was trying to help them get away from her.

All he got for his efforts was some unwanted late-night exercise. As well as a morning without any of his appliances working; which was fun. Not really of course, but at least he managed to avoid having to take classes over the summer. His grades were now good enough to avoid that, despite his friends otherwise considering him a traitor. He had Mugino to thank for that. Her tutoring during the evenings she stayed over really saved him. Not by a large margin, he just barely scraped by, but a bullet dodged was still a dodged bullet.

This meant he could now afford to enjoy his summer break. Which implied both he and Mugino had more time to spend with each other. Optimistic thoughts such as those were perhaps the biggest saving grace to happen to him that morning. It may explain why he was not too upset at the busted fridge and his now broken bank card. Having something to look forward to for the summer was always a good thing; even if it started in such a lousy way.

You could not refute that logic, especially when you are someone as unfortunate as Kamijou Touma was.

Optimism is great is it not?

"Let's get you outside."

The weather was nice, despite the boiling temperatures, so airing out his futon would be a good way to start his day. The list of activities he could perform today was not limited, no school to rush to or classes to attend. Taking things one step at a time was the sure-fire way to enjoying the reprieve from schoolwork. Temporary as this peace would no doubt be, as summer would be over before he knew it. That was where his head was at as he stepped out onto his balcony.

Strangely, he found another futon already laid out on the rail.

"...huh?"

Said 'futon' moved in accordance to his voice. In an instant, warning bells began to siren in young Kamijou's brain. That was no futon, but rather person garbed in white. The more it moved, the clearer that truth became to him. Not just any person though, specifically it was a young girl with silvery-white hair garbed in white robes and a nun's habit. When said girl opened her eyes, he found himself meeting those big green eyes head on. In this moment, Kamijou had absolutely nothing to say about this bizarre occurrence.

Not to worry, she would have beaten him to the punch anyway.

"...I'm hungry..."

Yes, that was the first thing she said.

No, this was not some part of a dream.

Gotcha~

DB: Figured I should give everyone the real ending here.

Touma woke up to realize it was all a dream. Mikoto snuggled up next to him as he remembered where he was. He patted her head and went back to sleep, wrapping his arms around her. "Nuns are scary," he mumbled before falling asleep.

SF88: Fuck you, Dark. Don't go trying to give my readers nightmares.

Ahem.

I'll be frank; I could not stop myself. I started this as a potential future installment and it eventually spiraled into what you have now. The draft for chapter 8 was in the works, but this one came out much smoother and I actually preferred it over the other. Plus this is not just another means to punk you guys. That was the primary goal initially which I won't deny or apologize for. It was a prerequisite to establish a few things for future chapters. Like, for example, where in the canon timeline this story takes place. A big question that a few of you have been asking about for quite some time now.

That is not all there is to this chapter either. It's also for preemptive exposition regarding small details that now do not need to be mentioned in future content. Since I'm a stickler for details, addressing them beforehand means I don't need to do it again. That's good because it cuts down the time it'll take for me to get to the juicier bits when the time comes. On top of that, I just wanted to give another test run with my smut writing. On that note, if you're unhappy with it, please remember one critical element here.

These two are lovers; they are not fuck buddies. If you want to read about two people boning with reckless abandon, go elsewhere and get your jollies off. Sex is an activity in this story, not the focus of it. If that knowledge bothers you, then once more, feel free to go elsewhere. Most of you should already be aware of this by now. I'm simply making my stance on the matter crystal clear now rather than later.

As usual, if there are any inquiries, thoughts, or concerns that arise in your mind, feel free to address them to me and I'll do what I can to answer them. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed my little piece of work.

Goodbye for now.