The forest that made up the fourth layer of Luciano's Domain was dense, hot, and humid. Joker, Skull, Mona, and Fox begrudgingly dragged themselves through it in the vague direction that Oracle's astral projection had indicated, headed towards what she insisted was a powerful presence – Likely another meme they could use against Luciano in the future. They were initially laser focused, ready and eager to fight another battle, but after walking for over an hour through the brush their spirits had dropped. Futaba had to return to her physical body to recharge as she was still adjusting to her new abilities, and as such the sausage-fest quickly turned sour.
"I was having a tremendously unpleasant feeling of dread earlier, but now I find myself yearning for such a sensation. I can no longer even feel my own legs, I'm afraid I've gone numb." Yusuke complained.
"For real, my ankles are killing me…" Ryuji panted, still feeling the burn from his earlier running practice. "Can't Luciano stick to a theme or something? What the hell's this stupid forest gotta do with that back rooms bullshit or that long ass railing?"
"I know I'm sounding like a broken record here, but I REALLY hate that douche." Morgana panted from atop Akira's shoulder. He had lost the strength to turn into a car around 20 minutes ago.
"Shut up, stupid cat… You aren't even doing anything." Groaned the PT's leader.
As they waded through the bushes and slithered through the trees, the solid dirt began to give way to puddles of marshland and an earthy, mud-like smell slithered into their noses.
"Okay, we can rest here for a bit. We're close. Oracle said it'd be near a swamp."
"Finally!" The last of Ryuji's energy came out through his mouth and threw himself against a tree.
"It would be wise to review our strategies or wait for Oracle to return." Yusuke panted between breaths.
"Speaking of, wasn't she acting a little weird earlier?" Morgana asked.
Akira leaned against another tree and let his head fall back painfully onto the bark. "She seemed fine to me."
"Truthfully, I noticed it as well. Ever since our visit to the art show she has been rather standoffish, I cannot fathom why…"
Akira whipped his head up and glared at Yusuke. "Ever since your what?"
"Hmm? Oh, I suppose it must have eluded me till now. Yes, Oracle and I enjoyed a simply fascinating evening at an art exhibition. It combined traditional techniques with digital presentation, and I must say I was absolutely blown away by the successes of their plan. Unfortunately, near the end of our jaunt, Oracle began to-"
"And just WHEN where you planning on telling me that you took my sister out on a date?"
"A da-…?" the gears in the artist's head whirred audibly for a second. "O-oh! I apologize. I can see why it may have sounded as such, but fret not, for it was merely a platonic get-together where-"
"Don't give me that. I know how all you sickos see her. Be thankful I'm too tired to slap you all silly." There was acid in Akira's voice.
"Guys! Guys!" Ryuji interjected. "Let's calm down. We can't let this heat get to us, we needa stay focused!"
"Easy for YOU to say, numbskull. You got surrounded by hot ass college babes! That was MY vision! What gives!?" Morgana spat. "Remind me never to heal your stupid knees again."
Their heatstroke-fueled bickering was cut short by a terrible rumbling that shook the ground beneath their feet. Far-off stomps could be heard in the distance, each one sending with it a tremor.
"W…what was that?" Ryuji whispered.
Akira waved him quiet, and for an agonizing second, everything was silent. Even the droning of birds and monkeys that once echoed throughout the treetops had gone mute.
"WHAT ERE YA DOIN…!" a voice boomed through the forest in a thick Scottish accent. "IN MAH SWAAAAAAMMPPPPP!"
A blanket of bloodlust washed over the boys. Whatever had made that declaration was angry and it knew they were here. And it was coming.
"RUN!"
.oOo.
"I…! I'm finally going to do it! I'm going to tell Joker how I feel!" said Haru.
"Yay! You got this, girl!" Ann replied with a reassuring clap.
Their voices bounced off the walls in Luciano's domain hollowly. As had become routine, while the boys descended into the lower layers blocked off by the barrier, Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru remained by the door on the first level. With Futaba's recent skill upgrade, she would be able to detect any threat minutes in advance even while recovering from the toll that astral projection took on her, and as such Ann and Haru had taken the opportunity to chatter complacently while Makoto tried her best to tune it out and focus on providing visual surveillance of the tunnels while sitting cross legged on a conveniently flat lump of Mementos. Just in case.
"Well, it's about time!" Futaba groaned, she was leaning idly against a wall with arms behind her head and a napping Balltze at her feet.
"Hey! Don't be like that, Oracle! Noir's been working really hard! Weren't you listening to those gardening dates? Those moves took guts!" Ann crossed her arms.
"Oh, I heard, all right. Too much!" She gagged.
"Thank you, Panther, but it's alright." Haru placed a hand on Ann's shoulder. "Don't worry, Oracle. This will be the last you'll hear of it. Because soon Joker and I will be da-… W-we'll be datin-…!" Her face exploded red and she pulled the rim of her hat down over her ears "Ooouuuhhhh~~~ I'm so nervous! W-what if he doesn't return my feelings!?"
"Chin up, Noir, he one hundred percent will!"
"A-a-a-are you sure!? W-what if he thinks I'm too slutty for getting so flirty with him so quickly!" She leaped for Ann's shoulders with a gasp and shook her violently. "WHAT-!? WHAT IF HE'S ONE OF THOSE GUYS WHO IS NICE TO GIRLS SO THEY DON'T FEEL BAD BUT IS ACTUALLY NOT EVEN ATTRACTED TO WOMEN!?"
"CaAaAaAlM dOoOoOwN!" Ann finally caught herself and stabilized Haru's arms with her own. "Where'd that come from!? He's not gay, or even bi! Trust me!"
"But…! B-but!" Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Akira and all the other guys are all as straight as a pole. Panther guarantee!" she nodded confidently. "Come on, guys, back me up!"
Makoto recalled Akira and Haru's second gardening date, the one where she, the esteemed student council president of Shujin Academy, had been indignantly creeping around like a stalker behind the door. The one where Haru had hugged Akira, and kissed him, too. The one where his pole had gone straight from Haru's touch alone.
"He's straight."
"See?" Ann boasted. Makoto's words seemed to have an effect on the panicking beauty thief, who's face relaxed slightly.
"Oracle, come on, you say it too!"
Except, Futaba didn't speak a word, not a coherent one at least. She babbled under her breath with cheeks that looked rather sunken-in and pale.
"Oracle!" Ann barked.
"YUSUKE'S STRAIGHT!" she blurted out, causing Balltze to jerk awake.
The others blinked at her outburst and a quiet echo lingered in the stale air.
"W-WHAT!?" she spat defensively.
Ann sighed. "Are you gonna tell us what happened at that art show already, or do we need to wring it out of you like a wet towel?"
"NOTHING HAPPENED! I-I-I TOLD YOU!" she folded her arms across her chest and buried herself in the wall, trying to melt into it and disappear.
"Grrr!" Ann stomped over to the girl and pinched her cheeks. Hard. "Just spill the beans already! Hiding it isn't gonna help!"
Hiding. That word lingered in Makoto's mind.
"S-sorry for that little outburst, hahaha… A-and that it's taken me so long to work up the courage, Mako-chan…" A soft voice pulled her out of the whirlpool in her head.
"W-what?" she snapped her head to its source. It was Haru, her expression was gentle and warm as usual as she sat down next to her, but carried with it the suggestion of tension. "Oh, with Joker. It's alright. I'm happy for you two."
"I remember just a while ago I thought even a month might not be enough time, and now I'm really about to confess not even two weeks in." She giggled. "Truthfully, I still have my doubts about how it might go… But I want to put an end to this once and for all. Not just for my sake, but for yours, too. And for everyone in the Phantom Thieves. So, I've made up my mind. Once this expedition is finished, I'll ask Akira to lunch and lay everything bare. Including the confusion that happened at the beginning of the month."
"I think you can put your worries to rest. He's not going to turn you down."
"Mako-chan… You really think so?"
"I know so."
Though words were exchanged both ways, the two girls couldn't help but find the conversation strangely one sided in Haru's favor. Luckily, they didn't have to endure the awkwardness much longer, as a yelp from behind soon caught their attention.
"SUCKING HIS WHAT!?" Ann screamed.
"NOTHING! NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!" Futaba screamed even louder.
"Oh, no! I'm not letting that one slide!"
"Jugemu Jugemu Unko Nageki Ototoi no Shin-chan no Pantsu Shinpachi no Jinsei Barumunku Fezarion Aizakku Shunaidaa Sanbun no Ichi no Junjou na Kanjou no Nokotta…!" Futaba began reciting an extremely long name in an attempt to drown Ann's words out.
"You said you saw Yusuke…!" Ann continued.
"Sanbun no Ni wa Sakamuke ga Kininaru Kanjou Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru you de Shiranai no wo Boku wa Shitteiru Rusu Surume Medaka Kazunoko Koedame Medaka...!"
"-And an old friend of his…!"
"Kono Medaka wa Sakki to Chigau Yatsu Dakara Ikeno Medaka no Hou Dakara Raayu Yuuteimiyaoukimukou Pepepepepepepepepepepepe Bichiguso Maru!"
"Futaba! Calm down!"
"FIIIIINNEEEE! I WENT ON THE DATE WITH YUSUKE AND IT WAS REALLY FUN AND HE WAS REALLY SWEET AND HE HELPED ME WHEN THE TRAIN MADE ME ANXIOUS AND THEN WHEN WE GOT TO THE ART SHOW EVERYTHING WAS GREAT AND WE HAD A REALLY FUN TIME EXCEPT WE RAN INTO SOME WEIRD GUY HE SAID HE KNEW AND THEN LATER WHEN I SNUCK INTO THIS EXHIBIT THAT WAS CLOSED TO SEE IF I COULD FIX IT I SAW YUSUKE ON HIS KNEES BEHIND A PROJECTOR WITH THE OTHER GUY'S DICK OUT AND HE WAS MOANING AND YUSUKE HAD IT IN HIS MOUTH!" Futaba took a breath that would put a professional swimmer to shame. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! THERE! WILL YOU FINALLY SHUT UP!?"
The following silence was deafening.
"W-woah…" Ann gently cupped her hands on Futaba's shoulders, trying desperately to put the lid back on the boiling pot she'd just uncovered. "J…Just one thing at a time, alright?"
"I-i-if he's into boys, t-then maybe I should put on some cargo pants and start talking about c-cars…" her entire body was quivering. "O-oh, b-b-but I already have the b-body of a middle school boy… I guess he doesn't like me after all…
"Oracle! Don't be ridiculous! You're beautiful, Fox likes you for sure! And for the record, I'd bet my entire modelling career that he's at the very most bisexual."
"He certainly does have a flamboyant aura." Haru couldn't help but chime in.
"Noir!" Ann hushed. "Point is, we all know for a fact he likes women. A-and possibly more, but definitely women!"
"W-wh…?" Futaba whimpered.
"Don't you remember the stories we told you way back when? About how Joker, Skull, Mona, and I had to bribe him with a nude model to infiltrate Madarame's palace?"
The redhead stayed silent, but finally stopped shaking.
"Straight or bi, he's just like every other boy, show a bit of cleavage and they start drooling all over, men cannot resist a pair of bo-"
"I DON'T HAVE BOOBS! WAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
"I-it's going to be okay!" Ann slouched to try and hide the cleavage her costume exposed as much as possible. "Look! Look, I'll prove it to you!"
"H….how…?"
"As-as soon as they come back up, I'll ask him and the other boys straight out whether they like girls or not!" Ann slapped Futaba on the shoulder in as sibling-like a gesture as she could muster. "That way we can ask Akira too and confirm for Haru. Two birds with one stone! And when they say that they like girls, everything will be just fine!"
"Codenames, Panther." Makoto sighed.
"N-no, don't! W-w-what if he likes boys!? A-and only boys!? And doesn't like me!" she whimpered.
"Fut-Oracle!" Ann pulled the girl into a gentle hug. "I have a good track record with this stuff. Trust me, okay?"
The microchips inside the redhead's brain fired off calculation after calculation. She remembered how placing her trust in the boisterous blonde had got her that date with Yusuke, and that it was her advice that allowed Haru to progress with Akira as quickly as she did.
"…O…okay…" she whispered weakly. "Bu-but only because it's you! And if it doesn't go like you say I'm jumping off a cliff!"
"Hehehe!" she scratched her nose triumphantly. "The cliff's gonna be lonely. Because you're not gonna jump!"
"Idle chatter is fine, and I hate to steal the title of wet towel away from Oracle," Makoto groaned. "But please try not to get too distracted over boy talk again."
"Don't worry Queen," Ann replied obediently, "Oracle's still got her eyes peeled, right?"
"…"
"Right?" she elbowed the girl in the stomach.
"Oufh! Y-yeah…!"
The brunette stood up and sighed, electing to ignore the blatant lie and force the two back on track "Oracle, you good to go? I think it's about time we checked in with Joker and the others."
"Yeah… I-I'm good." Futaba sighed and shook the nerves off her before pulling the goggles over her head to reveal a set of closed eyes. Her body glowed blue and the sky-colored mist surrounding her coalesced into a familiar ghostly apparition. "I'll let you know if I feel anything coming for you guys with my physical body."
Her astral projection hovered through the door somewhat lethargically, and her flying saucer persona positioned beamed a live feed of her onto the sole concrete wall. The three remaining girls huddled up to watch, taking care to keep Futaba's body in their periphery. She had accelerated up to full speed and was now barreling through the trees as the forest gave way to a dank swamp right where the strong energy signature she'd identified earlier should have been. One particularly enormous tree stump stuck in a wide and otherwise treeless marsh out as looking vaguely like a home, with uneven holes at shoulder height resembling windows, an exterior staircase fashioned out of mossy stone, and even a crudely constructed wooden door which hung half-open.
Futaba slowed her pace to that of a brisk jog. A mini-map in the corner of the screen confirmed the presence of four allies and one enemy within the peculiar 'house'. It looked like the boys were dealing with something hostile inside, though they could not glean any further information without getting closer and getting a direct visual.
"I'm going to tell him how I feel…" Haru mumbled. "He's going to accept my feelings! He will!"
"That's the spirit, Noir." Ann grinned.
"You're right, I need to stay positive… Overthinking myself into a hole like before is only going to make me nervous. Akira definitely likes girls!"
"Focus, there's an enemy in there. Be ready to analyze the situation, Oracle!" Makoto called out.
"On it." Her tinny voice replied.
"-h!" a voice that sounded like Ryuji's yelped alarmingly.
The girls' jaws clenched as they saw the feed slow down to a walk and hover over to the house cautiously. The subtle sounds of the forest that managed to transmit themselves through Futaba's astral projection now felt louder than ever. And as she got closer and closer to the rustic building, Ryuji's occasional cries were soon joined by Morgana's, Yusuke's, and Akira's. The inside of the house was spartan and wooden, filled with dull browns and dark greens wherever the meager light that creeped through the windows and cracks managed to strike, though it was furnished with surprisingly elegant looking tables and chairs. Floating down the hallway, the boys' screams were almost deafening, and an unsettling, rhythmic slapping sound could be heard on-and off as well.
Futaba came up to a wall and planted her back against it. The mini-map had zoomed in to show an overhead view of her surroundings with four mostly motionless silhouettes glowing blue to represent the men of the Phantom Thieves, along with one far larger red silhouette walking slowly around the room.
"This is mah swamp." An English voice with a heavy Scottish accent was heard quietly mumbling from just around the corner. This meme could talk.
"Oracle, talk to us." Makoto whispered, as if afraid the malignant entity might somehow hear them through Futaba's ghost.
The slapping sound returned, accompanied by soft sobs sounding like they belonged to Yusuke.
"It's there. And it's strong…" the redhead whispered
Agonizingly slowly, the girls watched as Futaba turned to peek at the scene. Everyone was holding their breath when a familiar blonde head appeared in the corner of her vision. Ryuji lay face down on the floor of what looked to be a bedroom. His body was motionless and his breathing looked labored, but most perplexing of all was the fact that it seemed his pants were down and his butt was up in the air.
Before any of the girls could fully grasp what was happening, a mighty roar exploded out of the speakers. Futaba jumped out of her hiding spot, ready to cast as many debuff spells as she could onto the beast, but nobody could have been prepared for the scene they were witnessing. All four of the boys lay on the ground with their exposed asses in the air; It was a wonderful mercy that their heads were all facing Futaba, and as such no private parts were exposed. The thing responsible stood behind Yusuke in a manner that reminded Futaba all too much of a previous incident involving Ryuji in Akira's room in Leblanc's, and she gasped audibly when the dots connected and the monster locked eyes with her.
It was a disgusting, green-skinned humanoid creature wearing a dirty white shirt, a brown vest made of crocodile skin, and a matching belt and boots. It had a bald head with an enormous nose that lacked ears, instead sporting a set of thin funnel-looking horns, and its brown eyes pierced a hole directly through Futaba's soul.
"It's all ogre now."
It leaped out through the window, too fast for the eye to follow. The video feed promptly faded to black as Futaba lost consciousness and her astral projection disappeared. Another act of mercy by the powers that be was the fact that nothing had actually happened and the green monster had not actually driven its train into anyone's tunnel, it was merely acting out the motion as per the meme's source material. Of course, the girls didn't know that, and when Futaba finally woke up, it only took a single look at the others' wide eyed despairing expressions to confirm to her that what she'd seen had not been some horrid nightmare, and that – as far as any of them were concerned – all four of the boys (and even the cat) had all been anally violated in Luciano's domain by a green ogre named Shrek.
In abject and deafening silence the girls waited patiently for the boys to return, and when they finally did nearly an hour later, Ann didn't bother asking Akira or Yusuke whether they liked boys or not.
.oOo. .oOo. .oOo.
"Hey, what the hell's going through your head? Bringing Kawakami over now of all times?" Morgana hissed softly from the edge of the dusty bed in Leblanc's attic.
Akira was spread out over the rest of the bed, focusing all of his energy on mindlessly scrolling through social media on his phone while Sadayo Kawakami, donning her iconic maid outfit, lazily dusted away at his couch across the room.
"Akira, seriously!? We're in the middle of No Nut November and there's a fucking maid in your room? Are you insane?" He meowed a little louder this time.
"Is that cat always this loud?" Kawakami grumbled.
She looked to be in a particularly sour mood today and was doing a decidedly awful job of keeping up her happy-go-lucky work personality. Akira didn't mind it much as he was already accustomed to the bundle of sunshine that was her normal attitude, and Kawakami made no effort to keep up the charade with him given their unique positions as teacher and student.
"I think he's in heat." Akira feigned coolness, partly to gaslight himself into not feeling self-conscious about the whole situation, and partly to piss off Morgana as the only available outlet for his shitty mood from today's earlier Mementos expedition. The last he could remember about it was hearing a Scottish yelling and then waking up with his pants down and a sore pair of knees in a strange boutique woodland lodging cabin or something. What's worse, nobody else could recall what had happened during the time they were out cold, and the girls all said they didn't see anything of note in the woods either.
"Oh, you're so lucky I can't tell her how often you stare at her ass during class." Morgana steamed. Akira poked at his face with his foot to shut him up.
"Why not get him a cat-girlfriend or something? New pounds are popping up left and right because of all these mental shutdowns."
"He's got pretty particular tastes."
"Oh yeah?" she was mostly talking to give her brain something to do while she finished the menial cleaning.
"Panthers, believe it or not."
"AKIRA, YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Sheesh, all you did was mention them and he's back at it."
"He tells me the species barrier never bothered him."
"When I get my human body back I am SO going to knock those dumb glasses off your smug ass face…!"
"Hah…right." She chuckled joylessly and threw herself onto the mostly-clean couch, splaying out in a rather unladylike display of fatigue and resting her neck on its upper lip. "Whoof… Finally done… I'm beat. Wish I could be a cat too, sometimes."
"It'd probably get boring, sitting around and licking your ass all day."
"Oh, fuck you guys. I'm outta here." Morgana jumped to the windowsill with a thud and angrily hopped down to the outside, leaving Akira and Kawakami alone in the attic.
"I think you made him mad."
"He'll be okay."
A comfortable but slightly awkward silence hung in the room for a few seconds before Kawakami said "Are you just gonna keep staring?"
Akira, who hadn't realized he was glaring directly at his teacher's chest for the past 20 seconds, suddenly turned red and looked away.
"Wish you'd pay that much attention to my lessons." She joked. "How old're you again?"
"I uhh… Turn 18 in a few months." Akira said, his phone was now so close to his face that it occupied his entire field of vision.
"Hmmm…"
Another brief quiet overtook the room. Akira heard Kawakami reposition herself on the couch but decided to save himself from the embarrassment of making eye contact and continued speed-scrolling through Facebook, hoping to find a picture of Makoto or Haru to distract him.
"You can touch them if you want." Her words should have been sexy, but her bored tone left much to be desired. She sounded like a call center employee trying to walk the 3rd old lady of the day through the necessary steps to sign up for an online shopping account.
"…W-what?"
"Just don't tell anyone." She sighed. "Well, I guess you're already breaking the rules by having me over, but you know what I mean."
"W-wait. Y-you mean your… Your chest?" Akira sat up hurriedly. Kawakami was still reclined on the sofa, but now in a slightly more dignified pose.
Kawakami tilted her head up to look at him with an expression that combined sloth and exhaustion. The motion sent a subtle jiggle through the rounded window of cleavage that her maid outfit provided, one that Akira was now acutely aware of.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"…" He gulped, eyes darting back between her breasts and her eyes. "R-really?"
"Yes! They're just lumps of fat, it's not a big deal." She scoffed. "Look, do you wanna touch 'em or not?"
"Y-yes please Miss Kawamom-I-I-I mean Miss Kawakami!" Akira stood up so fast his vision blurred from the sudden drop in blood pressure. "B…but why…?"
"I'm trying to thank you." She finally let her head fall back against the couch. "For helping me out by hiring me so often, and for putting up with my lousy attitude all the time. I can't boost your grades any further or give you more off-time in class without drawing suspicion. So, yeah."
"O…Okay…" He had asked her why, but truly he didn't really give a damn. Akira's eyes went wide and his dong went hard. He tried in vain to hide it by pulling his waistline as far forwards as he could, but his awkward movements only drew Kawakami's attention to the tent in his pants. Thankfully she didn't have much of a reaction to it, sparing Akira any further shame. "T…T-thank you…"
For a moment, he simply stood in front of her, both spine and pecker stiff as a board.
This was it. Luciano had promised a reward for completing No Nut November, and Akira still had that free hit in the back of his pocket for later use, but this was different. This was a gift from the gods above. Akira was about to tick off so many boxes: Touching titties, getting it on with your teacher, getting frisky with a maid, and going after an older woman just to name a few. He could scarcely believe this was actually happening, Akira half expected the principal to walk in through the room wearing a party hat and dancing the macarena to reveal it was all some prank, or a certain western man in a suit peeking his head in through the window to tell Ms. Kawakami to 'take a seat.' But with every step he took closer to the sofa, it settled in his mind just a little more that this was real.
With a shaky right hand and heaving breath, he slowly reached out towards Kawakami's chest, who pulled her shoulders back and straightened her spine invitingly. When his finger touched the bare skin of her bosom, he instinctively recoiled as if hit with a static shock. Kawakami rewarded his bravery with a small sigh, and she closed her eyes.
'Man up, Akira!' he told himself. 'Touch that titty!'
The violent shaking in his hand stopped the instant his palm enveloped itself around her breast. It was soft and warm, and Akira had to hold back an incredulous chuckle as the gentle caress sent an electric thrill through his entire body radiating outwards from his hand and his member. He could feel her underwear underneath the maid outfit, and an overwhelming sense of awe took over Akira, this was a moment he'd imagined countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for this reality. Suddenly, he saw colors and details he'd never seen before appearing on objects he once saw as mundane. The folds of Kawakami's outfit took on a level of sharpness as his senses heightened to their limits, the subtle scent of her perfume filled his lungs, and he could almost feel the individual cells on her skin as he lightly dragged her breast around with his hand and felt its weight follow lazily behind his movements. This was so much better than a tomato.
Kawakami sighed again, and Akira noticed a small twitch of her eyebrow and a reddening in her cheeks. A small bead of hardness poked into the ball of his finger, and he almost lost No Nut November on the spot when he realized that was her nipple.
The keyboard.
Akira had been practicing with it a few hours ago. From what he could gather both with hands-on usage and diligent research online, the red nub on those types of keyboards were given the fitting nickname of 'nipple' in the community. He had taken Takemi's advice to heart and watched videos on how to use it, and indeed after an hour of practice with it on the busted laptop he'd gotten a decent hang of it. This is what Takemi had been talking about, translating those skills on the trackpoint for use on a woman.
He poked Kawakami's nipple softly with his index finger through her clothing, reveling in the magnificence of the contrast between the malleability of her bosom and the stiffness of her nipple. A moan escaped her lips that again threatened to end his livelihood right then and there. He dared not look at her face, partly because he was afraid it might awaken something in him, and partly because he was still hypnotized by the softness and heat of her skin underneath his fingers.
The world outside seemed to fade away into nothingness, leaving just Akira and a single breast as the sole inhabitants of this new universe. Time lost its meaning as Akira felt his hand melt into the boob, becoming one with it.
"Ok-okay, that's enough!" A hand slapped his palm away.
Kawakami was still on the couch, but now sitting perfectly upright and fixing her hair with a strangely serious expression belied only by the monstrous blush that looked as if it had been tattooed onto her cheeks.
"…" Akira stood motionless. His mouth hung agape and his fingers still cupped an invisible titty, twitching slightly as the otherworldly sensation etched itself into his bones permanently like Sumerian scriptures onto a tablet.
"I said you could touch them, not whatever that was…!" She hurriedly rose to her feet and rubbed the wrinkles out of her outfit.
"…"
"Turning 18 my ass, who the hell taught you how to do that…!?" she whispered. "O-okay, there. I hope you enjoyed."
"…"
"Your room's clean and the timer's nearly up, so I'm gonna go home." His teacher walked quickly to the stairs "Don't tell anyone about this, got it?"
"…"
"See you in class." She stormed down the stairs and out the coffee shop.
"…"
For God knows how long Akira simply stood there as if frozen by Medusa's petrifying gaze. It wasn't until nearly three minutes later when Morgana came back in through the window that he finally moved again.
"Something happen?" the cat asked. "I saw Kawakami walking by, she looked a little red."
"…" Akira's head turned slowly to face Morgana. His eyes were hollow and a trail of drool crawled down his chin.
"Uh… Akira?"
"DUUUUUUUUUDDDEEEEEEEE!" He suddenly kipped into a sumo stance and screamed, sending sweat and saliva everywhere and undoing a lot of the work Kawakami had just done. "I JUST TOUCHED A FUCKING TITTY!"
"W-what? Wait, you mean Ka-" Morgana asked.
"YEAH, I DO, MOTHERFUCKER!" Akira grabbed the cat and threw him back out the window to let out a bit of the nearly boundless-feeling pool energy that now cried for freedom in his heart and soul (and groin). "I JUST TOUCHED MY MAID TEACHER'S TITS! YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LET ME WATCH~!" Morgana's voice trailed off before being drowned out by the sounds of the city.
Akira immediately tore off his pants and swan dived onto the bed for another wank sesh; It would only take a single pump of the shotgun to send his buckshot flying all over the room.
"NOOOOO!" Akira gripped at his wrist with the other hand. It took every ounce of power within him not to touch his throbbing manhood, and for another several minutes he simply writhed on the bed in absolute agony as he fought against thousands of hours of masturbatory habits and the very core of his personality which begged him for release.
"Must… not… beat off…" he squeezed his right hand so hard it was turning purple.
How cruel could the world be? The first time he gets to touch an actual real life boob, he can't even enjoy it. There were still over 2 weeks left of this torture. If more obstacles like this got in his way, he wasn't sure he'd be able to make it. When Akira finally calmed himself down he remembered that it was Sunday evening. He would soon have to face not only Kawakami again, but also Kasumi's toned legs, Haru's enormous rack, and Makoto's giant ass.
'It's going to be fine…' Akira thought. 'I'm more in control now.'
Just two weeks ago, Akira would have had his pants looking like a malfunctioning ice cream machine at even the suggestion that he might one day touch a titty. But just now, he had been able to contain himself while actually copping a feel, even if only barely. Those 12 days of abstinence had improved his self-control to heights he never thought he could achieve. All he had to do now was focus on finding a way to end the challenge early. Find a way to make that free hit count, and put an end to this nonsense once and for all so he could finally jack off.
A/N:
Hello everybody! Back again with another one. Sorry this chapter took a bit longer. Some personal matters appeared that I had to deal with first, and while theyre mostly out of the way now, they still take priority over this little fanfic so I can't promise a speedy pace. That being said, this chapter is here for you all, so I hope you enjoyed it!
Just as Haru was going to confess and finally put an end to the misunderstanding that started so much of it all, Shrek has appeared and shown her and the other girls a scene they might not soon forget. Whether the boys actually endured any assault is up to interpretation, but Makoto, Haru, and especially Futaba are going to need a lot of convincing! As for Akira, he finally achieved a lifelong dream of his and touched a titty, Kawakami's no less! I wonder why she felt the need to leave so suddenly, and why was she so flustered? Looks like Akira's practice on that keyboard really did pay off!
Next chapter will be back to the school life stuff. Expect some wacky shenanigans as usual! Unfortunately no drawing for this one, but I hope you're excited for what's to come! See you all next time!