A.N. This has been getting a lot of attention lately, it seems! Silly me hadn't checked on those statistics in a long, long time. I abruptly stopped writing this due to focusing on my original story, of which is updated weekly over on Fictionpress. In completely shameless advertising, should you love my style of humor and/or writing, feel free to check it out via the link on my profile page. Anyways, on with this story, and the chapter that many have probably been waiting for...and not just because it's been many, many months. In all its glory, I present the chapter on Lust!

The classroom was such a mess. With chairs and tables overturned and large cracks running up the walls and through the ceiling, it was a wonder how the room didn't simply cave in. Adding to the war-torn atmosphere of the room were groans shared by many of those affected by the incident, one of which was now exerting herself in an effort to flip a table into its proper position; her nightshade hair concealed her face as she slouched over the table in exhaustion after it being set right. She couldn't believe what had happened—couldn't believe that guy had saved them all, what with his introvert personality and all.

"Damn you Shima, what are you good for?!"

She could hear Suguro yelling at the guy that had not saved them.

"Thank-you, Mister Takara."

She could hear Shiemi thanking the guy that had saved them.

Indeed, one Shima Renzō's heroic actions had gone pitifully awry. With his hands on the summoning sheet ready to tear it in half and save the day, one hand haphazardly slipped whilst attempting to tear it, leaving the paper with as much damage as a pathetic excuse for a crinkle could be calculated as. Maybe he could have done it the second time around, and maybe it wasn't his fault that he hadn't the time to because he was distracted by the most derogatory string of obscenities to ever leave Suguro's throat, but whatever the case, a wooden appendage had shot out and put him in the same helpless situation as the others.

Everyone had begun to panic and scream for Rin at that point, but being the thorough demon that the Ent was, Rin too was given the privilege of being pinned down by a wooden appendage. With all hope seemingly lost, it had been quite the surprise to see a white knight in dazzling plain attire trot childishly into the hellhole of a scene and reach down to retrieve the fallen summoning sheet; one tearing noise later, everyone was saved—and an angry Suguro fell in the worst possible way, his face smacking into the edge of a desk while the rest of his body hit the floor. How he hadn't snapped his neck was a miracle.

The sudden crash of tome to desk broke her from her reverie and she joined the rest of her classmates in turning to the source of the noise.

Yukio stood at the front of the class. Two of Suguro's obscenities could be used to describe just how flustered the teacher was. Both of his hands were on The Divine Comedy and his fingernails were digging into the cover. "Three more," he stated before heavily inhaling. "We're going to rush right through these."

"Where's the fun in that?" Suguro suddenly asked. When he saw Yukio's entire body lurch, he posed a different question that he was certain was puzzling the entire class. "The hell did that Ent come from anyways?"

Yukio was quick to retort, "Such trivialities do not matter!"

"'Trivialities?'" Rin asked. He wasn't at all referring to the fact that his brother was deeming such a dire situation as trivial, but rather was inquiring about the meaning of the word itself.

"We're moving onto Lust," Yukio informed. His sudden change of tone was astonishing and it was seemingly as if he had somehow regained full composure—but he was probably faking it. He pushed up his glasses by the bridge.

Suguro clapped his hands together. "All right!" he exclaimed before turning with a devious grin to Shima. "You're going to flip during this one!"

Shima let out a drawn groan at the probably true assumption. In all honesty, he was debating whether or not to excuse himself from this particular session. Given the quickly dwindling forbearance of the teacher, however, he concluded that doing so had the same staggering amount of risk of being harmful to his wellbeing. Unbeknownst to him, and probably the rest of the class, a certain female was sharing his woes.

After murmuring a hopeful prayer, Yukio began the ritual. What he observed next made him cringe:

"Look at you, struggling already!"

Suguro was taunting his pink-haired classmate, and although Yukio truly wanted to intervene and discourage the behavior, he had taken Suguro's earlier statement to heart: this was a learning experience for them, and his intervenience on actual trivial matters as this would do his students no good.

"Bet it's getting tough to resist. Man, just think of Izumo…"

And so Yukio stood idly by while one devious Suguro egged on one probably lecherous Shima.

Unsurprisingly, Konekomaru seemed unfazed by the temptation of lust; surprisingly, Nemu Takara seemed unfazed by the temptation of lust. Rin was holding strong as well. As for Izumo…

Her body tremulous and her legs crossed, it looked as if she were desperately trying to hold something in as she sat with her eyes clamped shut. The thoughts that were invading her mind, as tiny sphere-like demons danced around her entire being, were ones pertaining to the object of her previous outburst of envy. But they were different thoughts—thoughts she had never willingly imagined herself. Even now, the impure thoughts she relished in felt dreamlike. It was as if her subconscious had sprung out from the unreachable corners of her psyche and spilled into every nook and cranny of her mind. And she loved it. So lost was she that she hadn't even realized her movements. Upon looking down, the oblivious object of her incomparable lust watched bemusedly the exchange between the devious classmate and probably lecherous classmate.

"Rin~"

His attention now acquired elsewhere, Rin let out a "huh?" as he turned his head to the source of what he considered to be a very strange way to call someone by their name, before he promptly scooted backwards so spontaneously that the chair beneath him skidded outwards. "I-Izumo?" His recollection of what happened the last time she approached him was instantaneous.

"Rin~" she moaned his name for a second time.

To say he was scared would be mostly correct, along with just a dab of intimidated. But Rin realized that he should just stand up and defend himself! And so straightening his back and puffing out his chest ever slightly (which garnered an excited gasp from the girl before him), he took a step forward and did just that. "Listen, Izumo—!" he let out a yelp as her hands shoved harshly against his chest. After toppling over the desk behind him for the second time, he landed on his back. His eyes widened in dismay as Izumo leapt over the desk and pounced on him.

"Oh Rin~, I'll listen!" she said, her voice oozing passion. Her hands grasped his shoulders, and after she leaned down to his face, whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do to you," before assaulting his lips in a vigorous kiss. This, of course, did not bode well at all with Rin, who struggled and cried into her mouth. She cried back, although her cries sounded an awful lot like passionate moans. Pulling her head back, she huffed hotly and purred, "Rin~, scream more for me—" but was suddenly knocked onto her back, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Her head lolled to the side where her eyes took in the sight of her object of desire shaking a nigh bald boy desperately.

"Konekomaru, you have to stop this!" A second passed and Rin hadn't received any hint of a response from his bewildered classmate. As this was a second too long for him, he looked elsewhere for salvation. His eyes fell upon his brother, but soon widened.

Yukio had taken one glance at Shiemi. Like Rin's situation where even a second more was too much, one glance proved too much for Yukio. His eyes now only saw things that, quite frankly, he probably wouldn't normally be looking at as he pinned a distraught Shiemi against a wall.

"Rin!"

Rin swung his head to the right to see his, for the time being (and probably forevermore), hastily advancing object of fear. His eyes bulged as he watched her tug at her skirt. She lunged at him…

"Oh, Rin, please—!"

"Izumo, my dear!"

…and he watched, his arms raised defensively, as Shima intercepted the airborne Izumo via a brutal tackle. That Shima cooed her name and began kissing her neck intimately made for crazy juxtaposition of events.

Over the debacle that ensued between one undoubtedly lecherous classmate and…well, the other lecherous classmate, Rin seized the opportunity to beg Konekomaru once more. "The verse! Hurry!" With a nod, Konekomaru began.

Suddenly the sound of what seemed to be a stampede could be heard. "The hell he's doing that!" Indeed, a stampede fronted by only one person—Suguro—who knocked the demon boy away with a single hefty swing of the arm.

Rin landed on his back, and when he looked to Konekomaru with pleading eyes, what he saw horrified him: Suguro held Konekomaru captive.

"It's finally getting good!" Suguro cheered and gave a fist-pump.

Something pounced onto Rin, and the demon boy fearfully locked eyes with a pair of burgundy ones—drunkenly lustful burgundy ones. Looking to his left, he could see a horribly beaten and unconscious Shima lying sprawled with his limbs tangled around various desk legs.

He let out a woeful wail, a woeful wail pleading for sanity to reproach the events happening and to find its way back into the minds of his classmates…

…though Izumo simply took it as a scream of passion.

A.N. If you laughed, I achieved my goal. If you laughed many times, then I'm an over-achiever! As always, I hope you enjoyed reading this!