The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't help but feel bad for all the trouble I caused the Hebijo students at the mall the other day. Especially Murasaki. I must've made her feel so awkward, torn between her school and her family and then... me. If she was my girlfriend—I still couldn't believe it, but Zelda kept insisting she was—then I should have treated her a lot better.
I had to do something nice for her to make her feel better. Maybe invite her over to my place, and have another sleepover. I'd order pizza, of course. But then I'd have to find a way to get Tris out of the apartment. Because, well, I... uh... Murasaki and I had been being pretty flirty lately, with the pictures and stuff like that. And then there was the stuff we did when I was at the sleepover at her place. But that wasn't planned. It just kind of happened. Either way, now I knew both of us wanted it, and if we were going to be alone together somewhere, we'd both be kind of expecting it.
This shouldn't have been as nerve-racking as it was. Apparently with the male version of myself, girls always thought he was hot? So, even though he was probably just as oblivious as I was at telling when someone liked me or not, he probably had the pick of who he wanted to be with. And since it's a lot more accepted for guys to sleep around than for girls to, I wouldn't put it past him that he'd done it a lot before.
I mean... the way I always felt was like I had some weird obligation to help other people whenever they needed it. And Tris would get on my case about that all the time. She would say I was going to wear myself out by being so helpful all the time, and kept saying "you can't pour from an empty cup." Or some crap like that. Anyway, I knew the past guy versions of myself were like that, too. And I wouldn't be surprised if he applied it to sexual encounters. Like, if a girl was all over him, would he be too nice to reject her? Or... was he this awkward?
"She obviously wants you, so stop overanalyzing it and just go do her." Ugh. Zelda, why now?
"You can't even tell your crush you like her, never mind this, so shut it," I thought back to her.
"That's because my crush likes you instead of liking me back. At least your crush likes you back."
"Don't blame it on me." I puffed my cheeks out in a huff even though she couldn't see me.
"I'm not blaming it on you. I'm just saying. Goddesses."
"Okay, whatever. Let me plot my conquest in peace."
At that moment, I got a text. But it wasn't from anyone I expected. It was from Imu, of all people. My stomach sank. Was she pissed about what happened at the mall the other day? She didn't seem pissed then. But then I opened it.
"Hey, can I tell you something funny that happened in class the other day? It's something that happened to Ganni-chan."
Okay, that was a lot friendlier than I expected. I responded with a thumbs up emoji, even though I wasn't sure if it'd be funny or not. It seemed like everyone was severely underestimating the level of danger Ganondorf posed to us, especially because she was just an eighteen-year-old girl like the rest of us. And, come to think of it, she hadn't really been doing much lately, which was even more suspicious to me.
"She was talking to Miyabi, and said something about how the Hanzo and Gessen students need to be careful, 'cause they were playing with toys that were far too much for them..."
I swallowed hard. That sounded familiar in a way I didn't like.
"Ryona was like, hey, do you mean Linkle? And Ganni-chan was like, yes. And Ryona was like, but I think Murasaki likes having her toys played with. And poor Murasaki was so embarrassed, but... Ganni-chan was all embarrassed too. She was like, not those, you idiot. And then she punched Ryona. Of course Ryona was like, yes, more please, and Ganni-chan was like, they don't give me enough mental strength to deal with you."
I shook my head. It seemed like Ganondorf still hadn't learned there was no safe way to deal with Ryona. She could beat Ryona to within an inch of her life, and she'd still be moaning and begging for more.
"So now Ryona wants to make Ganni-chan a t-shirt with that on it. You know, one that says 'these toys are far too much for you' across the chest as an innuendo."
Okay, I couldn't help but exhale in amusement at that one. I started typing back.
"I'd pay to see that. I'd take pictures, and save them forever, so that when these battles between the shinobi students were so far in the past they became mere legends, Ganondorf-" I paused to backspace. "Ganni would be remembered as the girl who wore that shirt."
"That would be pretty funny. She always acts so serious... it does kind of make me wonder what her problem is."
"Don't get me started," I wrote back. Frankly, I had no idea where I would start. "Anyway, is something wrong? You don't usually message me."
"Well, two things," she sent back. I swallowed hard again. "One, thanks for bailing us out of trouble the other day. You really are ride or die loyal, even if you are also batshit insane." Okay, phew. "Two, Murasaki was talking about inviting you over again. But she said she wanted to be alone with you, like completely alone with you." And I felt anxious yet again. Why was messaging Imu such a roller coaster? "So I offered to take Bebe-tan out for ice cream while you stayed over, so that Bebe-tan wouldn't be there but also she wouldn't be bored and lonely by herself. Yeah, I know, I'm indulging her weird childish fantasies about her bear, but..." Okay, phew again.
"I think it's really sweet to do that for her."
"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, would you be willing to come over and stuff? I know you don't want to disappoint Murasaki ever."
Would I be willing to? Did she even have to ask?
"Of course I would. You're right. I would never want to disappoint Murasaki."
Well, that saved me a whole lot of trouble of having to find a way to get Tris out of here, if I could just go over there. But still... that wasn't abating my nerves any. I guessed all I could do was wait for it, and try to focus on the good excited, rather than the "what if I'm not good enough" anxiety.
So there we were again, in Murasaki's darkened and slightly messy room, enjoying pizza, and having a movie on in the background that neither of us were actually watching. This time, Bebe-tan was absent, although we'd both had the reassurance that she was with Imu having a fun outing. I mean, we definitely didn't want the teddy bear to be sad, lonely, or bored.
I wasn't being sarcastic. Murasaki really was rubbing off on me, and getting me to care about Bebe-tan.
"I started reading that Rapunzel the shinobi story," I typed to her as I held out the phone so she could read it.
"How was it?" she asked, her voice soft. "Wait. How far are you? I don't want to spoil anything."
"I'm only on chapter six," I typed. "Slow reader, bad ADHD apparently. Well, I mean, I can read really fast if I can get myself to read something, but the getting myself to is hard. But then when I was reading it, I was really liking it."
"You don't have to try to make yourself read it if it's too much for you," she said. And with that, she leaned in closer to me. I took a deep breath. She smelled like lavender. Of course someone with purple hair would use some kind of purple body spray.
"No, no, I like it. It's just I'm going to be slow at it is all." It was getting hard to focus on typing.
"Okay, if you say so. Don't make yourself do anything you don't want to." And she snuggled in closer again. I could feel her boobs press against mine.
Damn it. It was probably going to have to be up to me to start actually doing something. But I figured I might as well. I pulled her in close, and brushed my lips against hers, wordlessly asking her if I could kiss her. She nodded, and then kissed me first. But her kiss was soft, and it was up to me to escalate it. I did it as gently as I could, slipping my tongue into her mouth, letting my kisses gradually get hungrier and more... lustful, I guess. She tasted like pizza. I moved down a little and started kissing her neck. She let out a sigh.
"You can, uh..." Her breathing was heavy when she tried to speak. "I mean, um. I know you want to, um, do stuff. And so do I. So, um. Yeah... go ahead, I guess..."
I nodded at that, and started unbuttoning her pajama top, finding out quickly that she hadn't had a bra on underneath. Her huge boobs came spilling out. I slid my hands over them eagerly, to play with them gently, rubbing my palms against her nipples and feeling them get hard as I stimulated them. I loved that feeling. The feeling of knowing she was getting turned on because of me. And they were so... wow. I let go of one, grabbed my phone again, and typed to her.
"Can I say you have the most amazing boobs ever? Would you get mad if I asked what your bra size actually is?"
"Only if you tell me yours," she said, the tiniest of smirks crossing her usually gloomy looking face.
"Yeah, sure. Mine are 36I." I felt my face get red as I typed, even though that was a stupid thing to get flustered about.
"Um, mine are... 40K..."
K cups?! K cup boobs?! And I thought I had it bad, having to deal with mine the size they were, especially in the middle of combat. Hers had to be even worse to deal with when fighting and trying to find clothes to cover them. But they looked and felt amazing...
"Wow, K cups aren't just for coffee anymore," I typed, exhaling sharply at my own awful joke. "Let me put my phone down and give them the attention they deserve..."
She let out a genuine giggle at my joke, even though she tried to mask it with a performative groan. I stuck my tongue out at her. She started tugging at my t-shirt.
"I wanna play with yours..."
I nodded, and leaned back a little as she squirmed into my lap, lifting my shirt up to rub and fondle my boobs. Now I could feel the blood rush to my nipples as they hardened beneath her touch. And blood was rushing to other places too. I never knew it could feel like having a heart pulsating between my legs, but it did. She leaned in to give me an intense kiss while she was still groping me, fully engulfing my mouth in hers, and I couldn't help but let out a little moan. Still, I felt selfish. I wanted to be the one serving her, getting her all worked up. I tugged at the waistband of her pajama pants, asking for permission.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice all breathy again.
I nodded, and tugged down her pajama pants and her panties in one smooth swoop. I guessed it was my past lives bleeding into my current one, because instead of feeling awkward like I thought I would, I suddenly felt like I was getting into it, almost effortlessly. As I slid my hand down between her legs, I pulled her into my lap, when up until then, I'd been sitting in hers. I let out a soft growl before starting to kiss her neck again and rub her between her legs at the same time. I gently rubbed her right at the entrance, remembering at the last moment that I should slow down a little and at least ask her permission to enter.
"K-keep going..."
I couldn't help but grin as I did it. She was so wet that it was really easy for me to just slip my fingers into her. When I did, she made the cutest squeak I ever heard. But it also sounded kind of like a pained squeak. I tugged my fingers out, rushed to grab my phone with the hand that wasn't between her legs, and typed as fast as I could.
"That didn't hurt too much, right?" I wrote.
"It hurt a little," she said. "But good hurt. Do more."
"Okay, but don't be afraid to tell me if you want me to stop."
I put my phone back down, and returned my focus to fingering and fondling her.
I don't know what possessed me to do this, but when I pulled my fingers out of her, I licked her juices off them. Like I really wanted to taste her, to get the full experience of her. Her eyes went wide, but then she leaned in to kiss me. Like she wanted to get caught up in the dirtiness of it too. I stuck my hand back down there, determined to get her to climax. It felt like something was guiding me, showing me on some weird instinct where to rub her to make her like it the most.
Every time I did something she liked, her breathing got heavier, and she would let out soft tiny moans and tell me to keep going. By now, she was gasping for breath, reaching over to the pillow next to us just so she could dig her fingers into it. And at last, I was pretty sure she was cumming. When her hyperventilation slowed, I stopped, and let her catch her breath.
"You're... good at that. I thought you never did this before?"
I grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table to wipe off my hands before grabbing my phone again. I so needed to go wash them. I guessed that was why it was great that Imu and Bebe-tan were out of the house...
"Maybe it's the past life crap again. Something tells me I was a little bit of a player when I was a guy? I mean. Not that I went after it or anything, but that girls were always coming after me and I had trouble saying no."
"You're always sweet like that," she said, grinning softly. But I noticed her eyelids were drooping. Was that all it took to wear her out, or was she just sleepy to begin with? I hoped I didn't bore her. "Should I... um... s-should I..."
"You don't have to tonight," I typed. "You look tired, and I kind of am too. Let's just go to sleep, and next time I can see if I can teach you how to take what I just did to you and do it to me?"
"Sounds like a plan," she said, before pausing to yawn. "I'll look forward to that."
With that, the two of us both got up and shuffled off to the bathroom to wash up and stuff, then shuffled back into the bedroom to go to bed. Her pajama top was still unbuttoned, but I certainly wasn't complaining. I buried my face into them to sleep. Best pillow ever.
Best, sweetest, cutest girlfriend ever.
I didn't know what the next morning would bring, but right now I didn't really care. I didn't know how things were going to go, what with "Ganni-chan" and her search for the Triforce hidden within my and Zelda's ninja scrolls. I didn't know what kind of damage she'd do to us, to the schools, to the other people we cared about. And it made me nervous to know that she knew I cared about Murasaki. Like it was making her a target. I knew she could probably take care of herself pretty well—she had giant shurikens and prehensile hair—but still.
I didn't care, because this was something worth fighting for. All of this. The students at Hanzo, Gessen, and Hebijo, and the girls in Crimson Squad. Even Kat's groping, Ryona's masochism, and Zelda's polite smiley sociopathy where she could threaten someone's life while still managing to sound dainty. And especially my sweet and lovable girlfriend, her teddy bear we all pretended was sentient to keep her from going crazy, and her apparently K cup boobs. I would destroy anyone who upset her. I would.
As I fell asleep, I wondered what kind of ice cream Bebe-tan and Imu were getting. Did teddy bears like strawberry best?
