Chapter 18 : Tempus Fugit - Kabedon.

I did not immediately succeed at pulling my sustaining gambit and rid myself of sleep at the first try, and I thought the experiment was going to be a bust until I got a breakthrough after two days spent valiantly struggling against two consecutives all-nighters, or close enough that it didn't really matter anyway.

I had been ready to give up, until I gave myself one last try, and delved once more in the Lower Stratum, where it just started working for some reasons.

I think that it was because the density of the energy permeating the place had some kind of effect that I couldn't quite yet decipher, as if getting closer to the 'source', for lack of a better word, made me more in tune with the Warp.

Not necessarily more powerful nor more focused: it was just plain easier.

And so, my mind-soul self was floating in the alien landscape of the Lower Stratum, the sea of souls and thoughts right above me, its ebbs and flows unceasing, my eyes-not-eyes closed.

While in the real world I was only kneeling on my meditation mat-thingy, incense wafting around me, in the Immaterium, I was letting myself get slowly rocked in the coruscant, multi-hued, lightshow of the slow swirls of the Warp.

It was like sleeping, but not quite.

I was still cognizant. More, even, than if I had been in a lucid dream, but I could also feel my spirit, my mind, and my body finally get the rest they needed after nearly three days spent burning the candle from both ends.

There wasn't an emotion tied to this state, and I even think it would have been detrimental to attune yourself this particular way while your brain was taking its well deserved time-out.

No, it was better to just let yourself relax, to let go, only keeping a small part of your mind focused on your anchor leading back into the material plane, and let every possible part of the psychic-soul stuff of the universe wash over you.

I was swimming in the sea of maybes and possibilities, and what was I, if not the embodiment of a future unbound?

And so, I slept-not-slept in the Warp, my mind-soul acutely-yet-not aware of the little nodes-imprints of the Kuoh denizens dreaming along in the night, their own thoughts and emotions fluttering across the sea of souls and thoughts right above me like so many colorful fireflies.

"Hanako-san," Koryu-Buchou's voice echoes at the end of today's training session, making me focus my attention on her after putting away my shinai.

"Yes, Buchou?" I answer back neutrally.

"I'd like to have a word with you, would you mind staying a while longer?" my bouncy senpai carries on all business like.

I lock eyes with her,-

-but her expression is perfectly flat, neutral, like usual when everybody is paying her attention, which tells me absolutely nothing.

"May I get changed first?" I ask, a bit confused.

"Of course." the brunette agrees swiftly, prompting me to give her a nod, before making my way into the changing room.

I barely have the time to start shrugging off the top part of my keikogi that I'm already assailed with questions.

"Ano," a black haired girl -whose name I still haven't properly memorized, since it must have been the third time we exchanged words or something since the beginning of the year- asks, "Do you know what Koryu-Buchou wants, Hanako-san?"

I side-eye her, mentally taking note that almost everyone in the room is intently listening even if they try not to show it.

All girl High-School mentality, everyone.

Granted, for some reasons that I have yet to decipher, the Kendo girls mellowed out a lot with me past the first week.

Hell, they even didn't annoy me much when I was already down the previous one, which had instantly raised my own estimation of them a few notches.

I answer with a one shoulder shrug, complete with a bemused air.

"I wouldn't know?" I hazard, as I untie the long skirt of my current outfit, "I mean, I've put as much focus on my thrust strikes as I could today, which is what Buchou asked me to, and I've had a decent spar with Kirigura-senpai-"

A derisive snorts interrupts me, prompting me to look over my shoulder-

-only to find the aforementioned senpai, a girl with pink hair and soft features, glaring at me-

-but, strangely, without much heat into it.

"'A decent spar', she says." she low-key scowls at me, making me look at her in askance, "I'm a third year, yet you held for a good five minutes and still got one point."

"I mean…" I start, a bit awkwardly, halting my disrobing, "I still lost."

A few older girls look at me a tad weirdly, Kirigura-senpai sighing not-quite heavily.

"You really don't get it, do you?" she asks, prompting me to open my mouth-

"That was rhetorical." she drawls, before gesturing with her hands in my direction, "You've only taken to practicing Kendo this year, didn't you?"

"That would be correct, yes." I answer cautiously, still not really having any idea where she was going with this.

"Then, correct me if I'm wrong, but you had your very first spar of the year against Koryu-Buchou, right?"

I blink, panning my eyes around.

"I mean, weren't you girls here too?" I answer, a bit confusedly.

"Argh!" she honest-to-god princess-stomps, which would have me chuckling on any other occasion, "That's not the point!

"Your first spar of the year, first time fighting following the rules, and you managed to stay longer than any first year did against Koryu-Buchou last year when she took her tenure!

"The fact that it's not even the end of the month and you still got one point against me, who've been practicing since I was eight, is out of this world!" she carries on, one of her indexes pointed in my direction, "Guess who was the only one who ended up sparring against senpais two years her senior the very first month when I was still a first year?"

I blink, once again.

Oh.

Oh.

"Koryu-Buchou?" I hazard.

"That's right!" she snaps, one of her palms hitting the locker behind her for emphasis -which, did we suddenly shift genre for a sport anime or something, girl?- "You're an ace in the making, and even if it pisses me off to be outshined by someone who just happens to be a natural, I can swallow my pride when I think about the national young league and how we're going to knock their socks off if you keep improving.

"So me, and the others third years, aren't going to take it easy on you, but that's because you showed us that you could take it," she insists, and I feel a little awkward, because, no pressure, "And we'll make Buchou's dream come true this year!"

I tilt my head in consideration.

"Koryu-Buchou wants to win the young league?" I not-quite ask aloud.

"Not just her: us as a club." my pink haired senpai elaborates, gesturing wildly, "We almost made it last year, but someone got injured at the last minute and we fumbled the finals. She still won the solo competition, but we only got third place as a team.

"And you may look like a delinquent," rude, but alright, "But your instincts with a shinai are absolutely bonkers: so us senpais have talked among us, and we're all going to trust you to pull your weight this year!"

I almost want to roll my eyes -because, passive-aggressive much, girl?- but I abstain myself as I'm almost drowned under the Determination permeating the room.

"...You all really like Koryu-Buchou, huh?" I not-quite mumble to myself, prompting most of the club's older members to nod frenetically.

"You can bet we do!" another third year, a green-eyed blonde with those ojou-sama drills I thought only existed in anime before I got stranded here, chimes in, "She's, like, perfect: beautiful, kind, hard-working, and she looks like she dances when she fights.

"It's only natural that we give our best to help her achieve her dream!"

I hum consideringly at that, getting lost in my own head as the others start to gush about our club captain.

So, v hot senpai has a dream she wants to achieve with the club.

…I kinda feel lame in comparison.

I mean, I do have some goals, but they are motivated by my need to get the fuck away from the DxD plot and build a nice little life for myself.

But something which makes my heart beat, that would motivate me to wake up each morning with a smile on my face?

…I don't really have that.

Ultimately, because of Skully's warding routine, I could lay down my hair right about now and just weather the storm, choosing not to do anything beyond the bare minimum, and things would probably end up fine-ish.

I want to grind my attributes because I'd feel safer once I'm too big to bother, but it isn't entirely necessary is what I mean.

But, once I've achieved that, and I've successfully distanced myself from Kuoh, what do I do?

What do I want for myself in this ideal quiet life of mine, exactly?

My own spiraling thoughts about my future ends up taking so much of my focus that I don't register as the other girls gradually all leave the changing room-

-until a voice calling my name makes me jolts, the skirt of my keikogi, still loosely tied, falling lower on my hips as a result, even as I turn myself around-

-locking eyes with Koryu-Buchou, one of her eyebrows raised in askance, and I instantly redden.

Which, understandable, considering my state of clothing, only wearing my sports bras up top and with the bottom of my outfit loosely hanging there only due to my rather, ahem, pronounced back assets.

"B-Buchou!" I stutter, feeling like a proper school girl for once, which makes me half-happy and half-ashamed, as I realize how much of a cliché I'm being right now, "I apologize for keeping you waiting!"

I start to look away, trying to pull my head out of the gutter as fast as I can-

-only to stop as a low, appreciative hum escapes the lips of a certain very gifted brunette, her keikogi still impeccable, her, making me look back at her over my shoulder-

-my eyes widening a little as I see her lips curl up, her eyes roaming my body, and she starts honest-to-god stalking my way.

Under the weight of the pink-purplish of her Desire and her slightly hungry gaze combined, I freeze like a deer caught in the headlights.

Oh.

Oh.

…I think I'm in danger.

"That's alright, little kouhai." she answers, a little huskily, even as she crosses the few meters separating us with a grace not so dissimilar to a great cat prowling -correction: I am in danger-, "I wanted to congratulate you for your showing in your last spar. Holding off that well against Kirigura-san is no small feat, after all.

"But…" she trails off, taking the last step into my personal space, making me realize that my back is nearly against the lockers as she inches herself even closer to me-

-her hand reaching behind me as she locks eyes with mine, the palm of her hand making a soft 'clap' as it lands against the metal paneling I'm nearly leaning against-

Wait, is she kabedon-ing me?

My eyes widen even further as she gives me a little smirk, and I'm almost certain that you'd be able to cook eggs on my cheeks right about now.

Ohmygosh: she absolutely is!

I gulp a little under her expectant look, becoming increasingly aware of the wetness dampening my undies.

"Erh, Buchou?" I not-quite squeak out, the last embers of any hopes I've ever had about wearing the pants in our hypothetical relationship vanishing like snow under the sun, "What are you-"

Her free hand glides along my side, slowly tracing the lines of the libram drawed there and I let out a little breathy exhale, stepping backward-

-my back meeting the lockers with a quiet 'thump'.

"Those tattoos of yours are intriguing, you'll have to tell me their stories one day." Koryu-Buchou idly comments even as her slow strokes keeps against my sides, her thumb grinding a little more forcefully on my abs, the heat in my lower belly rising in answer, "But, for now, I'd like to give you a little reward for performing so well, little Kouhai."

"H-Hai, Buchou?" I stutter, trying my best to ignore every instincts I have currently screaming at me to claim her lips now, now, now-

The gorgeous brunette steps even closer, if that's even possible. Her bust, still clad in the thick cotton fiber of her keikogi, pressing against mine, the hand she was using as a support coming up to cup my chin, forcing me to keep my eyes locked on hers, even as her other hand leaves my side-

-before untying the skirt of my kendoka outfit in one swift motion, letting it pool formlessly on the ground, my breath hitching-

-only for it to hitch even higher as something slips in my panties, and starts to stroke my soaked lower lips, making me shiver in a mix of delight and anticipation, because she's touching me and I want more.

"My," the older girl 'wonders', even as her fingers start to play with my apparently very needy right-about-now privates, wrenching a little, quiet moan out of my lips, "Aren't you soaked, hmm?"

"You're beautiful," I blurt out, my brain-to-mouth filter positively gone since I'm simultaneously very horny and trying to keep tHe VoIcEs at bay at the same time and it is doing a number on my focus, "Why wouldn't I be?"

She hums in consideration, still slowly stroking my tushy, my mouth opening once more to speak-

-only to let out a low, keening moan as one of her fingers slips inside myself and ohmygosh-it's-really-happening.

Reflexively, my hands come to clutch at her shoulders as Kor-Sakura starts really fingering me, her thumb occasionally doing little circles over the hood of my clitoris, coaxing it erect and out, shivers of delight racing over my nerves each times she brushes against it with her slightly calloused fingers, slick with my own juices.

I feel my walls try to hold the little part of her I have inside of me, but it always comes and goes, each time giving a slow, appreciative, one finger wide stroke to the fun, fun spot-

-and the heat keeps building up, up, always up, so much than I barely react when she closes the distance between our two mouths an eternity, or maybe it is a minute, later-

-soft lips meet soft lips, the kiss oddly chaste considering what she's currently doing to me-

-another slow, appreciative stroke to my G spot, another flick of her thumb on my clit, a bit of her tongue slipping inside my mouth-

-and I see sort-of white, little stars in the corner of my eyes, having closed them at some point but I don't exactly remember when, the breathy moan escaping my lips getting muffled by her own as lightning shoots about everywhere in my body and my knees buckle a little, my grip on her shoulder the only thing managing to keep me upright.

My very, very hot senpai keeps kissing me as I ride the wave of the strongest orgasm I've ever had in two lifetimes, her ministrations on my pussy slowly coming to a halt, my walls tightly clutching around her lone finger, keeping into contact with the fun, fun spot-

-only for that to end almost too quickly, her mouth leaving mine as she pulls out her finger, the last slow stroke prompting another moan out of me, little sparks dancing over my nerves, a mere aftermath compared to the real thing, but still a heady feeling.

She steps back with a smirk on her face, uncaring that my knees are still weak, only to slowly lick her wet fingers while looking me right in the eyes.

If anything, watching her do this, knowing those are my juices, makes me even hornier than before.

And I just fucking came, twice!

"Tasty~," she taunts, because I'm sure she knows perfectly what she's doing to me right now, as I lean breathlessly with my back against the lockers, "I think I'm going to enjoy eating you up one day."

My mouth is dry as my mind instantly goes back into the gutter.

"I-I think I'd enjoy you doing that to me too." I blurt out, a bit dreamily-

-getting a low, throaty chuckle out the gorgeous brunette-

-before she about-faces, unknowingly making my face fall a little as I start piecing together the reality of the situation, and starts walking away.

"We'll see about that, little Kouhai, we'll see about that." she throws over her shoulder, before confirming my suspicions, "Try to put yourself back together before leaving, though. Think about our reputations."

It was only once she left that I let out the slow, dejected breath I was holding.

Admittedly, it took me both a long while and a cold shower before I was once more a functional human being after that happened.

And to my greatest shame, Toroko-san somehow managed to catch on, if the slightly amused looks the older man kept throwing my way during our session this afternoon were anything to go by.

His rotten bones save me from my quick-on-the-uptake mentor-like figures!

[AN: Oh my~

So, as a rule of thumbs, I like writing about switches leaning toward a rather dominant attitude in the bedroom.

But, as you can probably infer, Sakura is anything but a sub, and Prima is going to get played with a lot in this particular relationship.

This will not always be the case during this story, but this is the vibe her current relationship will have, sorry, not sorry.

-It's kinda v hot to write, fufufu~-

Besides that, we made some progress in our Warp experiments, and we start looking toward the future, asking ourselves the real, important questions: what are Prima's dreams?

Yeah, I'm cookin' something here, it is quite obvious.

Hope you enjoy your steamy, steamy time, xoxo]