Don't own Negima ~_~
Chapter 2:
"I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago." Negi recited to the class. "Now can anyone tell me what the author is trying to say with that quote?"
No one in the class seemed to want to answer; except Ayaka of course. The sky shone brilliantly outside as the rays of light shone in through the windows off to the far side of the class. The windows were open today, letting in a small breeze along with the soft summer sounds of birds fling about. The day was nonetheless average.
There was, however, one thing Negi did notice that happened to be out of place. The normally quiet, motionless, android that sat in his class was acting differently today. Her normal posture was slumped a little and it seemed as though the android was fidgeting. Every time Negi glanced to that side of the classroom she turned away from him. Her normal attentive and seemingly flawless attention seemed quite different then usual. Negi had been noticing that over the past few day's Chachamaru's whole personality had shifted. It was as if overnight her whole programming had changed. She could once do anything without hesitation or error but as of late, it seemed, that anytime Negi was around her the gynoid seemed to fault. The only other person that seemed to notice Chachamaru's other wisely peculiar behavior was the dark puppet master, Evangeline A.K. McDowell. This came as no surprise since Chachamaru was one of her many servants. Each time that Chachamaru seemed to turn away or act strangely in any manner, Eva seemed to get more and more irritated.
Evening came fast; setting in, laying a heavy blanket of darkness around this part of the world. Negi walked towards the large bathhouse that accompanied this dormitory. Normally, being an all girls dormitory, he had to worry every time he had to use the bathhouse. You never knew what you might walk in on; but tonight was different. He specially reserved the bath tonight as to not get any interruptions. The porcelain and glass shone under the light of the moon. It glistened like so many pearls stretched along a long forgotten beach. Making his way over to the washing area he realized he was still impressed by the construction of this entire campus; allowing such beauty and art mixed with the atmosphere and functionality of a school. Negi began to wash his hair, sitting down on a low stool. The warm water and fragrance of his British imported soap calmed him, more so than even his favorite tea. He almost felt home. Then a comforting thought hit him. "This is home now." He thought to himself, "The school, the faculty, and my students.. This is home." The thought relaxed him. A tension he didn't even know he carried seemed to be released all at once. As the soap poured down his face and back he said to no one in particular, especially since the bathing area was empty, "I really do miss the good old days when the girls use to wash me, or I'd walk in accidentally on them."
Things had cooled down quite a lot since he had first started. It seems that after the great Mahora Festival his students, along with the rest of the campus, started respecting him more as a man than just the little boy he embodied. The thought of the girls bathing, the water cascading over their perfect bodies, while steam rolled around them, gained the young mage a bright red blush not to mention the effect it had on him in more, delicate, areas.
Biting his bottom lip nervously his hands slowly began their treacherous decent from his head, scrubbing, down his chest until they were just above his boyhood. Negi's hands were shaking as he closed his eyes and began to scrub softly in that area. His breaths came in short, deep waves; his chest rising up and down as he clenched his eyes tighter. Escaping from his mouth were soft moans of pleasure; his toes curled and uncurled. Negi was so distracted that he didn't even hear the soft sound of footsteps walking across the wet tile floors. In fact, Negi didn't even realize that he was no longer alone until two arms wrapped around his shoulders and upper chest. He could feel a jolt like lightning running down his spine increasing his pleasure as two soft breasts pressed into his back.
The boy so enamored with his first true sexual experience that the situation didn't fully register until he heard a soft whisper in hi ear say, "Sensei please allow me to help you."