"So you actually thought I was stalking them?" Touma asked.

"Yeah." Accelerator took a sip of his cocktail. When Touma chuckled he scowled and added, "Give me a fucking break. Life on the lam is stressful enough as it is without the occasional spies and assassins to spice it up."

Touma caught a glimpse of Mugino and Othinus. They wore green and red dresses, respectively, and were surrounded by other people holding drinks of their own. The event was a mixture of a cocktail party, birthday party and an art gallery all rolled into one.

The birthday girl was someone called Mikoto. Apparently she and Accelerator, the albino in a white suit, didn't get along.

Touma glanced at the pictures on the walls. They ranged from mechanical Praying Mantis to a technological city. There was even one with a cartoonish frog and of a thundercloud releasing a bright lightning bolt towards a brown haired girl.

She had brown hair like Mikoto.

"Hmm..." Touma finished his drink and buried one hand in his pocket. He wore a waistcoat and left his longcoat back at the table in the lower floor. Yes, this wasn't merely an art exhibit but also a buffet. Othinus has some very rich friends.

"You're pretty strong to have kicked my ass like that," Accelerator complimented him.

"Thanks?" Touma awkwardly replied. "When you mentioned you were in hiding, is it like Munich?"

Accelerator scoffed. "The film?"

Touma nodded seriously.

Accelerator rolled his red eyes. "Spy action doesn't convey the desperate and stupid people full of themselves. There are a lot of idiots out there willing to take a life for a quick buck. No fancy contacts or large bank account needed unlike what that film tells you."

"But having people constantly trying to kill you?"

"Yeah," Accelerator sighed. " That's accurate."

"So that's why you were so suspicious of me..." Touma muttered. "How'd you even know where I was though?"

Accelerator shrugged. "I have eyes all over the city. With powers like mine taking over the underworld is a cakewalk."

"Local criminals tipped me off on your presence. The rest is history." A server passed by, replenishing their drinks. "What were you doing in that alley anyway?"

"Taking a leak," Touma said. "Uh oh. Trouble's coming."

Trouble came in the form of an attractive girl with honey blonde hair and starry eyes. Her irises took the shape of yellow stars. Can't get more literal than that. He hummed, appreciating the black dress that hugged her figure. The white gloves and stockings didn't hurt, either.

She was pure eye candy. She saw Touma's wandering eyes and winked. Instead of blushing and looking away, he merely smiled back.

"Boys. What are you doing out here? Come join us. Mikoto would appreciate a proper discussion." She offered Touma a handshake and gave her name.

"Why? She isn't having one now?" Touma asked, looking behind Misaki to her group of friends.

Mikoto was blushing profusely, with Mugino and Othinus on either side of her telling her stuff she couldn't handle.

"They're probably teasing the crap outta her, poor girl." Accelerator sighed and shook his head. His cup met Misaki's in a clink.

"So Touma, is it true what they say?" Misaki shifted her attention to him, and this time Accelerator walked away.

"What is it they say?" Touma asked. Misaki drew closer to him, and he took a whiff of her honey scented perfume. No. It was more than that. It was like the scent exuded from her entire body. That or her sensuality. She gave a coquettish smile.

"You're a monster when it comes to your sexual abilities~"

Misaki licked her lips. Her eyes danced with mirth as she sipped her glass.

Touma on the other hand almost choked on his drink.

She giggled. It was a melodic sound. It made him shiver.

She closed one eye. Her other glimmered with power.

He suddenly felt a headache coming on, and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. The headache disappeared as quickly as it came.

"The hell was that?" Touma raised a brow. "Was it you?"

"Drats." Misaki stuck her tongue out and then finished her drink. "I was hoping you would be more susceptible to my abilities."

"What do we have here?" Othinus' sweet voice reached his ears. Her blonde hair was somehow pulsing with a soft glow like it was alive. She approached Misaki's left.

"Did someone lose a bet?" Mugino teased. Her stilettos stepped on the floor to Misaki's right. The two flanked her, and the girl shrugged helplessly, accepting her demise.

"Bet? What bet?" Touma asked.

Othinus pulled out a scroll. "Magic doesn't normally work on espers, seeing as their psychic powers interfere with the mystic energy. It creates a volatile mess. But I've found a way around it. I won't tell you how, of course. The process is beyond your understanding."

"Even if it wasn't she just wouldn't tell you." Mugino crossed her arms under her breasts. Misaki gave a light laugh, agreeing with the sentiment.

"This scroll was part of our little wager." Othinus dangled the scroll in front of him. "If Misaki's power was impregnable to yours, she'd win. The reverse makes you win."

"A bet? That's it?" Touma asked, finding amusement in their elaborate escapades. Rich people. Honestly.

"The winner gets to make a wish~" Othinus smiled teasingly. "And if Misaki were to win, well. Tell him."

"I'd have asked these two to leave you." Misaki met him dead in the eye. "And stay with me, instead."

A cold feeling emanated from Touma's chest. "You were planning on cucking me? Are you for real? Why?"

"It doesn't matter now does it?" Her nonchalant smile managed to piss him off.

"Yeah? Well since I won that means I get a magical wish, right? Act like a drunk towards the birthday girl." He hissed the words.

This time all three girls laughed. "Touma, dear. It doesn't work like that." Othinus' soothing voice did little to calm his nerves. It didn't help he wasn't fully angry at Misaki. "I am the one who made the wager. It is my wish to do with as I please. And there are conditions."

"Yeah? What's that?" Touma asked.

"The winner has to sleep with the loser." Misaki answered with her eyes closed. The smile remained on her lips.

Touma spluttered.

"Hey, babe, you alright?" Mugino prodded him with a cheeky grin. "Misaki here thought that if she fucked your brains out after stealing your wives you'd be a happy little love slave to her."

"A shame. If I was a little more prudent I wouldn't have given my will to these two beautiful ladies and their tender mercies," Misaki sighed. "What is your wish, Othinus?"

"Hmm." Othinus looked Misaki up and down, and then dismissed Misaki completely in favor of giving her attention to Touma. "What do you think, Touma?"

"I-"

"It doesn't matter what you think." Othinus dismissed him too. Touma groaned. It was a role-play she enjoyed doing in their more passionate hours. "Misaki, be my slave."

The contract disappeared with a burst of fire, turning it into ash. The red and black ash left Othinus' hand. Misaki sighed once more, before the ash flew inside her mouth, making her nearly fall to her knees and leaving her retching for breath. The glass wasn't so lucky and fell to the floor, shattering against the tile.

"Is it true? Did it work?" Mugino asked, helping Misaki up. Instead of being angry, it appeared more like Mugino was happy for some reason. That or excited.

"One way to tell." Misaki squirmed under Mugino's hold.

"Misaki. Make out with our dear Meltdowner," Othinus said.

Touma's eyes widened as the blonde and auburn girls, both nubile and hot began making out in front of him. A bit of drool managed to escape the dueling tongues. Misaki moaned, giving herself to Mugino as she dominated the kiss. Mugino roughly pulled Misaki against her, their breasts squeezing with the act. Misaki's hands wrapped around Mugino's neck while Mugino's hands traced Misaki's back, trailing a line behind her spine until she reached her ass.

Mugino gave it a squeeze.

Othinus took his glass and took a swig. "Oh yes." Her green eye gleamed with amusement, like the Faeries of old. "I'll enjoy this arrangement very much."