"So what's the plan?" Shizuri asked. They just finished eating their barbecue and were waiting for Touma's dad to cook some more. His mother finally finished her shower and was serving them drinks as a wonderful host. Shizuri took a gulp of her orange juice and looked at Othinus expectantly.

Othinus shrugged from Touma's lap. "What are the odds of it being another god?"

"Pretty low," Touma said. He was still eating some fat, leftovers the three girls passed him because they weren't interested in the high calories. Their loss. They were missing out on what his father was cooking.

"There you go," Othinus said.

She smiled coquettishly and gyrated her ass, making Touma gasp. "What the hell are you doing!?" He grimaced and looked at his parents over by the grill. "Mom and dad are right there! And we're freaking outside, for goodness sake!"

Misaki tilted her head, smiled mischievously and pushed her long hair behind her ear. "Whatever do you mean, dear?" She bit her lip. "It wasn't a problem when we fucked on the train over here. Why would it be a problem now?"

"Don't use your powers on my parents," Touma scowled. He winced when Othinus continued rubbing her ass against his cock. The cheeky smile on her face was something he wanted to put out and it frustrated him he couldn't. At least, not at the moment.

Shizuri chuckled. "Boy are you in for a wake up call. You should've specified your demands or we wouldn't be doing this."

"This?" Touma echoed. Shizuri snapped her fingers. Beams of energy leaked into the air. Before he could ask what she was doing everything shattered around them like it was made of glass. Touma's parents, the grill, the green grass of their lawn and even the sky was broken into a million separate pieces.

Touma looked around him. Other than the table and chairs, they were encompassed in darkness.

"I left solid illusions to continue entertaining your parents," Othinus said. Her voice perked at mentioning his mom and dad. She must really like them, he thought. "They really enjoy having us around. I didn't want to be rude and blow them off, but I also wanted some alone time with my husband and wives."

Touma groaned. "We already had sex before we went here." It was a precaution due to everyone's insatiable nature.

Shizuri wrinkled her nose. "You getting tired of having to fuck three girls? You're lucky I even let you play with Kuroko a bit before we got home."

"Hey," Touma said, leaning over the table, and unintentionally pressing Othinus over the ledge and against the surface in an erotic position. He grabbed Shizuri's collar, earning a slight gasp due to reflex and her entire body submitting to his will when she allowed him to pull her close. "Remember who your master is."

Shizuri scowled but nodded. "Say it," Touma said. "Or else."

"You're my master," Shizuri earnestly spoke, her face softening as their eyes met. His hand quested down her tank top, pulling it up, cupping her breast and giving it a squeeze. Her eyes closed and she hissed as he pinched her nipple, following his hand to the table as he pulled and stretched the nub.

Othinus opened her mouth and took the other nipple into her lips, coiling it with her tongue and soaking it with spittle. Touma pulled down his shorts, pushed Othinus' panties to the side, and shoved his cock inside her wet pussy. It was so sudden Othinus moaned into Shizuri's breast, digging her teeth into Shizuri's tit. Shizuri screamed from the pain, but didn't argue due to Touma's hand which remained on her nipple, dragging her further towards Othinus as he thrusted inside the slender girl.

Misaki stood up and went behind Shizuri, trailing her hands down the underside of Shizuri's breasts and under her lean abdomen, burying them inside her black sweat shorts. Shizuri groaned at all the attention and wasn't able to stop the drool escaping her lips that trickled into a line.

Misaki fingering her, Othinus cupping her breast to suckle it better, and Touma pinching her other nipple drew her an early orgasm. Misaki took a hand out Shizuri's shorts, her fingers soaked, raised it to her lips and tasted Shizuri's juices. "Mhm. Sweet." Misaki grinned and continued fingering Shizuri.

"No! I just finished coming!" Shizuri moaned as Misaki increased the speed of her fingers. Othinus took more and more of Shizuri's breast inside her mouth, practically gagging, her cheeks puffy, and her green eye teary when Touma came inside her, drawing her to her own climax.

Shizuri's breast slid free of Othinus' mouth, though not before her tongue flicked the nipple. The breast was soaked in a sheen of spittle, the other red from Touma's fingers, and Shizuri's body in a luster of sweat. Shizuri's legs gave way and she fell to the other side of the table, her brown eyes meeting Othinus' green. The two breathed heavily, their chests heaving, and their lips drooling.

Touma was also a bit tired. He was done playing with Shizuri's nipple and was simply kneading Othinus' back. Misaki licked her fingers clean of Shizuri's wetness and eyed Touma with something akin to hunger. He sighed. Misaki was the only one who hadn't yet climaxed.

"Come here," he said. Misaki crawled over the table and tackled him, wrapping her arms around him and seeking his lips for a fiery kiss.

VoV

The pedestrian donning a medical mask, a brown cap, a coat, denim jeans and brown leather boots looked across the street. He saw four young adults seated by the table, and two older couple cooking food for their guests. The pedestrian looked at his phone and confirmed the identities of his targets. Without hesitation he took a pistol from a holster behind his coat and opened fire, achieving head-shots when his bullets met the skulls of Kamijou Touma, Shokuhou Misaki, Mugino Shizuri, and Othinus.

The pedestrian was paid to kill them. His employer wanted the job done quickly to send a message to someone important, he assumed. Not that it really mattered with targets as easy as these. Having a barbecue out in the open just begged for people to kill you.

What the pedestrian assassin didn't know was that none of the four targets were actually there. What he hit were solid light based illusions with built in regeneration that took the form of solidifying light. So instead of finding blood and grey matter coating the table and chairs and leaving horrified witnesses as he made his escape, he found four living people glaring at him.

The wound where the bullet hole should be was replaced by light glowing over the skin, eventually receding into nothing and revealing a perfectly healthy Touma Kamijou. This was not, in fact, Touma Kamijou, but a solid illusion of him with programs built in by Othinus.

One such program was to apprehend anyone who tried to attack them, regardless of who the attacker was. Due to the illusion's origin as light participles, it wasn't restricted to the same limits of human biology.

For a moment the illusion turned into electromagnetic radiation akin to sunlight, and then moved towards the assassin. What the assassin saw, however, was Touma Kamijou glowing in a flash of light and then reappearing next to the assassin in a bright white and yellow blinding explosion.

After all, since the illusion was made of light particles, it can move at the speed of light.

The assassin, so caught off guard, was unable to change the position of his gun that was still aimed at the porch, and took a swift punch that shattered his nose, broke his jaw, made his lower teeth and specks of blood fly into the air, and smash his head against the pavement. He was still cognitive from the attack, but it was the foot that stomped his face that knocked him unconscious.