Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

21. Shinovi Paradise

Senran Kagura: Shinovi Paradise

JackOLanternTales

Summary:

A student at Hanzo Academy is given the ultimate gift, a necklace that can build him the harem of his dreams. His school is also a secret ninja training ground, where many of the most powerful ninjas are buxom, beautiful women. Will his goal of creating the ultimate harem include some of those kunoichi, and will his use of the amulet attract the attention of darker forces?

Chapter 1: The Pendant

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"Graaaahhh, I can't take it anymore!" Takanashi yelled and stood up beside me. "Look, guys, this fanclub is dedicated to Katsuragi-chan! All we do all day is just talk about her and her perverted antics. Wouldn't it be better if we were actually out there doing stuff?"

I took a sip of my soda. He kind of had a point. My own reasons for joining the club weren't because I admired what she did, I was more interested in why she did them. As a hopeful gravure photographer, I had a deep appreciation and love for the feminine form, one that I was pretty sure Katsuragi shared; not that I knew for certain. That being said, I was also a shameless pervert, and did enjoy her antics on that count.

I had to admit that I also had somewhat personal reasons for being in this club. I had a pretty big crush on Katsuragi and I spent more time than I liked to admit daydreaming about a relationship with her. She was sort of the perfect woman for me. The kind of woman I wouldn't have to hide my perverted nature from.

The room was silent for a moment. The four of us just looked back and forth between each other waiting for someone to speak up.

"Well," our unspoken leader, Nomura, broke the silence, "I suppose that getting up to no good ourselves might attract the attention of Katsuragi-san herself; however, it may also attract the wrong kind of attention." Nomura was a second-year, the most diplomatic of the four of us, and had by far the best grades. We looked up to him to make decisions on behalf of the club, and not just because he started it in the first place. In fact, his basement was where we held these meetings.

"Katsuragi-chan can get away with what she does because she, herself, is a woman. Anything perverted she does is labeled 'skinship'." Haru, our fourth member, voiced his opinion. "We could get in serious trouble if we tried even a fraction of the stuff she does." The second-year was perhaps the laziest of the group. He had an obsession with videogames that made sure he didn't get out much, and generally loathed to do anything that wasn't related to his hobby. It wasn't a mystery why he wasn't on board for this idea. Even still, he was a critical thinker and a really good debater.

Takanashi slumped in frustration. "I just… guys, I'm bored. And honestly, sexually frustrated talking about this stuff. I need release!" Takanashi was a third-year like me and easily the most perverted, which was saying something given his present company. He collected figurines, especially ones that had nude variants or "cast-off" clothing, whatever that meant. He was passionate, energetic, and just a little stir-crazy. Unfortunately, he wasn't very smart, so even though he had some great ideas, the rest of us usually had to iron out the kinks.

Nomura rubbed his chin, then turned to me. "Satoshi-san, what do you think?"

I shrugged. "I'm perfectly content with what we have going on now. But on the other hand, getting up to no good would give me a lot of photo opportunities." I held up my prized camera for emphasis before dropping it back down so it could hang from my neck like it usually did. "I could go either way."

"C'mon guys, let's at least give it a try. If it ends up being a horrible idea, we'll just stop and go back to this I guess. Or at least think of something else." Takanashi bargained.

Nomura rubbed his portly chin again. "I suppose even if we got caught, it would be our first offense, so we wouldn't get in too much trouble. I think this sounds reasonable." He adjusted his thick glasses and nodded.

"All right, fine, but what do we do?" Haru asked.

Takanashi paused. "I dunno." He admitted and then sat back down.

"Well, we all have our own strengths," Nomura noted, "so I think it would be best if we all did our own projects. The meeting for today is already almost over, let's all think about what each of us can do and then we'll discuss it next week."

That seemed like a reasonable idea to me, and the other two nodded along. I didn't have any ideas off the top of my head, but with my love of photography I was sure it wouldn't be difficult to figure something out if I really put my mind to it.

The rest of the meeting went by uneventfully, and I went home soon after.

"So, Satoshi-kun." My father called to me across the dinner table. "It's your final year of high school. Your youth is slipping through your fingers as we speak.

I stared blankly at him, I already knew where this was going.

"When are you going to get a girlfriend?" He asked.

"Ew." Nanako, my half-sister, commented as she gulped down a clump of rice.

"Here we go again." Rika, my other half-sister, said and leaned back in her chair like she was about to watch a show.

"When I'm ready." I replied, flatly. I didn't like having this conversation, and I especially didn't like having it weekly as was currently the case.

"You're running out of time to be ready." My father pointed out.

I waved my hand dismissively. "You know, studies have shown that you're more likely to have a happy relationship if you don't rush into it. Most successful relationships happen well after high school."

"Bah, nonsense. Your mothers and I were high-school sweethearts. Isn't that right?" He grinned victoriously as he addressed his three lovers.

They each responded affirmatively, in their own ways.

My family structure was unusual. My father was engaged in a polyamorous relationship with his three girlfriends. Though not in a legal sense, since Japan's laws would never allow such a thing, he was spiritually married to all three, and often referred to them as his wives. He also had one child with each of them. As such, my sisters and I shared a father but had different mothers, and we were the same age. I was technically the oldest, but only by two months overall.

I didn't make a habit of telling other people about my family, and if I did I would purposely remain vague about certain details. I wasn't really ashamed, but I knew that there would be social consequences to letting that kind of thing get out. My father was certainly a lucky guy, but the fact that he didn't realize how lucky he was meant that conversations like this one were especially frustrating.

"I would consider you an exception to the rule." I replied. "Either way, I don't have any lovers, and it's none of your business anyway." I was glad I finished my meal as I said that last bit, because I needed an easy escape. I set down my chopsticks and got up. "Thank you for the meal, mom." I addressed my mother-by-blood as I said this. She was the one who did most of the cooking.

With that, I retreated up the stairs and into my room. I could almost feel my father's disappointed stare on my back as I did.

I only had a couple of hours to relax in my typical way of examining and uploading all of my photos from that day to my computer before there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"It's me." I heard my father reply.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, mentally preparing myself for yet another embarrassing conversation. "Come in."

He opened the door and came inside. Something was immediately different about him. For as long as I could remember, my father had worn a necklace around his neck with a peculiar red crystal dangling from the leather string. It was such a constant about him that I took it for granted, which is why I immediately noticed he wasn't wearing it.

"Hey kiddo. Sorry about dinner." This statement added to the unusual nature of this encounter, never before had he apologized for that particular argument. "I did a little bit of thinking, and honestly you're more right than you know. I am pretty lucky. It's actually all thanks to this," he reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled out the necklace, letting it dangle in front of me.

It had been a long time since I had gotten a good look at the piece of jewelry. It was fairly unassuming and simple. Nothing extravagant or fancy. Despite the fact that he must have had it for at least two decades it was completely void of any signs of wear. If I had been told it was made the day before, I would believe it.

"Is it some sort of lucky charm?" I asked. I was skeptical of supernatural charms in general, but I felt like humoring him.

"Ehhh, something like that." He replied, noncommittally. "The point is, it's definitely the reason I had such luck with the ladies when I was your age. And since I already have the loves of my life, I suppose I don't need it anymore.

"Look, if you really want me to get off your case about getting a girlfriend, then at least wear this necklace for me." He continued. "That will at least convince me that even if you aren't having much luck right now, the luck will come to you."

I took the necklace from him and turned the pendant around in my fingers, examining it carefully. It wasn't a girly necklace, and it looked pretty cool if I was honest. I supposed it would be a small price to pay in exchange for never having to have that conversation again. I slipped the necklace over my head and let the crystal fall to my chest. Though I was pretty sure it was placebo, something did feel different when I put it on.

My father smiled a wide grin. "Thanks, kiddo. I'm happy knowing that you're in fate's hands now, at least." He turned to leave but stopped halfway and turned back around. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Hm?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"As you know, your mothers and I are going on our vacation tomorrow."

"I know, I'm in charge until you get back." I nodded, this was another conversation we'd had multiple times. They were going to New Zealand for two months.

"Ah, not that." He shook his head. "I just wanted the chance to say that I'm proud of you. Even if you haven't found love quite yet, you get good grades and you stay out of trouble. Pretty damn good with that camera too." He nodded to the photos I had hanging on the wall. "You're going places, and I don't say it enough."

I couldn't help but smile at his words. "Thanks, dad."

After that, he finally left me alone to think and relax some more.

A few hours passed, and since my parents would be gone by the time I woke up tomorrow, I preemptively said goodbye to all four of them before I went to bed.

When the time came I had trouble sleeping and spent most of the night wide awake staring at my ceiling. For some reason, I was thinking about relationships, and Katsuragi. Obviously, she would be the ideal partner, but the odds were slim. If she had any interest in men at all, she surely didn't show it. But I supposed that I didn't need to hook up with Katsuragi herself, just someone like her. Someone I didn't have to hide myself with.

I'd only had one previous relationship a year ago, and that relationship ended in disaster for that very reason. I wasn't myself because she didn't like the more perverted aspects of me. Eventually the frustration became too much to handle and we had to break it off. It was for the better anyway, she moved away that summer and changed schools so it would have had to happen one way or another.

Still, girls who were like Katsuragi were few and far between, I did know at least of a first-year that followed her around and seemed to be just as pervy—I was pretty sure her name was Ayame. The guys at the fan-club would definitely be proud of me if I managed to land a girlfriend that was even somewhat similar to the legend herself.

I finally drifted off to sleep fantasizing about a scenario where I had managed to land both Katsuragi and Ayame as girlfriends, and then showed them off to the other club members.

"Sato-kun, that tickles." Katsuragi said in her husky voice as she leaned over me, pushing my erect cock into the vast valley between her huge breasts.

The necklace must have worked a miracle, because here I was, getting a titjob from the legendary Katsuragi herself.

She smiled down at me and leaned in to kiss me. I happily returned the gesture, swirling my tongue around in her mouth and enjoying the erotic dance our tongues were having together. My mind was fuzzy, probably because all the blood in my head was in my groin, making my penis rock-hard between her unbelievably soft mammaries.

She moved forward and backward, dragging her tits across my swollen prick in an erotic fashion. I could feel her nipples against my hips, stiff enough I felt like they might actually be cutting grooves in my flesh as they slid back and forth.

She panted and smiled down at me. "The other guys in your club won't believe their eyes when they see us together, huh?"

"God, I can't wait to brag." I replied honestly, imagining the looks on their faces when I showed up hand-in-hand with Katsuragi. That thought alone was making me even harder, and I could feel precum oozing from my tip and between her massive pillows, lubricating my shaft as it slid back and forth. I wasn't going to last much longer.

She grinned devilishly down at me. "Remember, Sato-kun, anytime you wanna feel like this, all you have to do is look me in the eyes and snap your fingers. Then I'll be all yours for the next hour."

That… was an oddly specific thing to say. But I was far too concentrated on making this feeling last as long as I could to really deconstruct what she said. My cock was doing all of the thinking, so I didn't really care how weird it was. Maybe it was some kind of weird fetish? Either way, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not right now when I was close to bursting.

"Are you going to cum for me, Sato-kun? I can feel it twitching between my tits."

"Kami, yes, I'm so close."

"Cum for me Sato-kun. Let it all out between my boobs."

"I'm gonna—"

Suddenly Katsuragi's eyes went wide and she opened her mouth. Spilling out was a familiar, loud beeping sound. "Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My hand sailed across the bed and slammed into my alarm clock.

"God damn it." I sighed as I realized that it had been a dream. My dick was stiff as a board, tenting my boxers, taunting me.

I sat up in my bed and rubbed the blur out of my eyes. As I did, I felt an unfamiliar weight around my neck. Looking down I saw the little red pendant hanging there. I must have fallen asleep with it on. My imagination last night probably contributed to the dream I had. It felt incredibly realistic, though, it was much more vivid and linear than the dreams I normally got. The only absurd part was the bit about snapping my fingers. For some reason that part stuck out to me more than the actual titjob.

In spite of my grogginess I managed to haul myself off my bed and get ready for school.

Chapter 2: An Unusual Day

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While I had known from a very young age that I wanted to be a photographer, it wasn't until my high school years that I knew I wanted to be a gravure photographer. If one could see the general student body of Hanzo Academy they would understand in an instant exactly why. It was an ocean of gorgeous faces, perky boobs, lovely legs, and short skirts. I was honestly hard-pressed to think of a single girl I had seen during those three years that I would have considered ugly. Nearly all of them were beautiful, some weren't so in the traditional sense, but had other qualities that made them pretty to me. Perhaps I had low standards, or just a wider range of interest. Perhaps my keen photographer's eye picked up on things that others didn't. Or perhaps the women of this school truly were beautiful by anyone's standards.

Either way, it made coming to class every day and sitting through the boring lectures much easier knowing I had such bountiful eye-candy waiting for me. I took many candid shots throughout the day, as I was pretty good at doing so without being noticed. My camera was almost always hanging from my neck, and it was also totally silent with a flash feature that could be disabled. All I had to do was line up the shot without bringing it to my face, which was something that came surprisingly easy to me, and click the button.

Katsuragi was in my class, a fact that made the other members of the fan-club incredibly jealous, so she found herself the unwitting victim of my candid shots quite frequently. Especially since she had a tendency to leave the first few buttons of her uniform undone. Even now during math class, as Kiriya droned on about advanced algorithms, I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. She sat a ways in front of me and a row over, and was currently dozing off. She was even in a position where I could catch some significant side-boob, not that it was particularly hard with her melons.

I couldn't help but think about the dream I

all you have to do is look me in the eyes

had the night before as I leaned forward to rest the camera on my desk and carefully and stealthily angled it toward her. That one particular line stood out to me still, I couldn't get it out of my head. I even wrote it down in my notes for an earlier class without

and snap your fingers.

even realizing it.

With a deep breath to clear my head I pressed the button and snapped the photo silently. Even still, a few of the other students were looking at me suddenly, and even Kiriya was glaring at me from the front of the class.

"Saitou-san, do you have anything to add?" He asked in a calm but slightly peeved tone. Kiriya was never fond of interruptions.

"Uh, no." I said.

"Then please don't snap your fingers during my lesson again."

My eyes widened slightly. "Y-yes sir."

Had I snapped my fingers without even realizing it? My dream last night was really fucking with me. I shook my head briefly and tried to concentrate on the lesson for the rest of the class.

Time flew by and the bell rang before long. It was lunch period now, but I wasn't particularly hungry, so I just remained in my seat, idly fidgeting with my camera to pass the time.

"Saitou-san?" Ikaruga, our class representative, approached me. Ikaruga was beautiful in a very traditional way, with long, straight-cut black hair. Her boobs were huge, too, probably only a cup smaller than Katsuragi's. I was only slightly ashamed of the fact that my eyes stopped on her impressive rack before continuing up to her face.

"Yes?" I couldn't imagine why Ikaruga wanted to talk to me.

"I just wanted to check up on you, it isn't normal for you to cause interruptions like that."

I should have known. I rolled my eyes internally. "I know, if I'm being honest, I didn't even know I did it."

"Really?" Ikaruga seemed surprised by this.

"Yeah, it's a photography technique I learned recently." I said, thinking fast and lifting my camera up a bit. "I guess it's developing into something of a tick." For emphasis, I snapped my fingers again and chuckled. "I'll keep it under control, I promise."

Something in her stance shifted. "O-oh, I see. Thank you Satoshi-kun." It took me a moment to realize that she had just changed honorifics with me. And she even called me by my first name. I had to admit, there was something very satisfying about hearing someone so gorgeous refer to me so casually and closely, but for someone as rigid and traditional as Ikaruga it stood out like a sore thumb.

"N-no problem." I said. I decided not to say anything about it.

"Um, I haven't had my lunch yet, shall we go together? The rooftop shouldn't have anyone up there."

And now she was asking me to have lunch with her? Something was definitely going on. We were amiable enough but Ikaruga never showed signs of wanting to do this before. Still, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by. She was very pretty and was even a friend of Katsuragi.

"Sure!" I still wasn't very hungry, but I was more than happy to hang out with her while she ate. She quickly returned to her desk to grab her bento and then we made our way upstairs.

On the way up to the roof I couldn't stop thinking about how weird this situation was. Meanwhile, Ikaruga was walking beside me, and I could tell she kept glancing at me as she did. She was slightly flushed as well, making her even more adorable than normal. But why would she be blushing? It almost seemed like this was some romcom anime and she was crushing on me. But there was no way that was the case, we barely ever talked, and never spoke about anything besides classroom matters.

Finally, we arrived at the rooftop and sat down at one of the benches facing out over the city and she opened her bento. I was unsurprised to see that it was very neatly organized, but I was a bit shocked by how much protein there was. I couldn't imagine anyone other than an athlete would need as much as she had, and as far as I knew, Ikaruga wasn't on any sports teams. Still, it wasn't any of my business what she ate. I had no room to judge, my diet was almost entirely comprised of cheap ramen and chips.

I turned to look out across the blue skies. "This is nice." I said.

"Mm-hm." She replied, probably with her mouth full.

The view was gorgeous. The distant city buildings stretched into the clear skies. Leaning forward a bit with my camera in hand, I did my best to fit the lens through one of the gaps in the chain-link fence surrounding the rooftop. I took a quick photo of the scene and reminded myself to try and come back here at night sometime. I was sure the city would look stunning after the sun went down.

"You always have that camera with you, don't you?" Ikaruga asked.

"Sure do. Never know when you might come across a photo opportunity."

"Do you have any plans to do anything with your photography skills? After high school that is."

"Well, I've always wanted to be a professional photographer," I replied, omitting the sort of photographer I wanted to be. Ikaruga just barely started being friendly with me, I didn't want to scare her away so quickly. "Well, that was after I had gotten over the I-want-to-be-a-dinosaur-when-I-grow-up phase anyway."

She laughed, and I sat back down on the bench next to her. I took a peek over at her just in time to see her bring a futomaki roll up to her mouth to eat. When her lips closed around the very tip of the roll my imagination got the better of me for a brief moment, and an image of her wrapping her lips around something very different bubbled up to the forefront of my mind. To make matters worse, a bit of cream from her roll gushed out onto her lip, and I saw her neck bulge slightly as she swallowed a bite of her food.

I quickly turned away again, aware that my own cheeks had flushed a bit with that thought. For a few more minutes I just looked out across the sky, once again trying to decipher this strange situation to distract me. The weirdest thing was the way she addressed me. One minute it was business-as-usual "Saitou-san", and then seconds later she went full "Satoshi-kun". And then there was the strange shift in her mannerisms. I tried my best to think of what I did in the interim, hoping to find some hint I may have unintentionally dropped.

look me in the eyes and snap your fingers

My eyes widened slightly as realization was starting to form.

"Satoshi-kun." Ikaruga said from beside me. She sounded closer than she was before.

I looked over to find that she had finished her lunch and had set the empty bento on the ground beneath us. She was leaning toward me, propped up on one arm; her face was inches away from mine. This position shattered my previous train of thought, and before I could even react to her proximity she practically jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck, mashing her huge breasts against my arm, and planting a deep, passionate kiss on my lips.

My head was spinning. My class representative was kissing me. I felt something slippery slide in-between my lips, parting the gap and worming its way inside. I stood corrected, my class representative was kissing me with tongue. While surprised, confused, and close to a revelation about the cause of this; I had too much pride not to return the kiss.

This was my first kiss with a girl since my ex, and it was Ikaruga to boot. While I didn't share the same sort of affection for her as I did Katsuragi, I couldn't deny that my busty classmate had found a place in my fantasies on multiple occasions. I was certainly not disappointed by any means with this development.

Moving almost by instinct, I brought my hand up behind her head to hold it as we made out with each other. It was a passionate, lovers kiss. The kind you would give to someone you had been dating for at least several months. It was heated too, she was practically violating my mouth with her tongue, like she needed to kiss me. A deep, powerful, primal need.

"Kyeh heh heh…"

We both jumped and parted lips to see the source of the chuckle behind our bench. Looking down at us with a cheeky grin and eyes that just screamed "look what we have here", was the legendary blonde pervert herself.

"Katsuragi-chan!" Ikaruga stared wide-eyed at our classmate. "What are you doing up here?"

"Peeping, obviously." She put her hands on her hips triumphantly. "I think the more interesting question is what are you doing up here?"

Ikaruga was flushed as red as a tomato. "I'm spending time with my boyfriend, obviously." WHAT. "I don't need you nosing around in my business."

I had to wonder if my ears were working correctly. It sounded like Ikaruga just called me her boyfriend.

"But it's so uncharacteristic of Ikaruga-chan to be doing something so lewd." Katsuragi replied, wiggling around with delight at what she had just found. "Even if it's with her boyfriend."

"W-we were just kissing, Katsuragi-chan."

That pretty much sealed the deal. She definitely said that we were a couple, and to top it off, it sounded like even Katsuragi knew we were a couple. The only person that seemed surprised about this news was me, and I was in the supposed relationship. The pieces weren't fitting together in any way, this wasn't jiving with reality as I understood it for sure.

I'll be all yours

The train of thought that had been derailed by the kiss made its way back to me, and the gears were turning in my head at last; slowly, but surely. While my two classmates were busy arguing with each other, I was lost to my own thoughts, working things out as best as I could.

When I spoke to Ikaruga in the classroom I was looking her in the eyes, as anyone having a conversation would probably do, then I snapped my fingers as a demonstration. It was in that exact moment her demeanor shifted. It was just like what my dream told me to do, and now Ikaruga believed she was my girlfriend. And to top it off, Katsuragi believed it too. If the instructions in my dream were to be believed, this would only last an hour though. Just enough time for lunch.

I had to put my naturally-inclined skepticism aside for the time being, because there was too much evidence that I had a strange new power for it to just be a coincidence. It certainly couldn't be a prank, there was no way anyone would know the details of the dream I had last night, and even if they did, Ikaruga wouldn't have a full-on make-out session with me just to drive home the prank. They also had no way of guaranteeing I would snap my fingers in that exact moment, I did it on a total whim.

But if it wasn't a prank then why? I was pretty certain I didn't have this kind of power before today, it would have manifested by now for sure. I didn't snap my fingers often, but I had been alive for two decades, there was no way I had never snapped my fingers while looking someone in the eyes in that massive stretch of time.

The necklace around my neck suddenly felt a bit heavier.

No. Fucking. Way.

Could this have been what my father meant when he said that this necklace was the reason he managed to get so lucky? It certainly might be if this necklace truly could grant these kinds of abilities. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. My head was spinning again, and my reality was crumbling before me.

"I need to go!" I suddenly shouted and stood up, startling both of my classmates in the process. I rather clumsily but hastily made my way back to the stairwell leading down into the building. I needed to be alone, desperately.

I bolted down the stairs, faster than I honestly should have, and I heard my two classmates call after me from the open door to the roof but I was too far gone by now. My head was spinning and there was a pit in my stomach. Special superpowers weren't a thing, they just weren't. If they were, I would have heard about them by now. The public would be talking about people who had them constantly, and there would be much more compelling evidence for them.

I was running through the hallways now, without any real care for how fast I was going or even where my destination was. I just needed to run, I was frankly afraid, and I was having an existential crisis so my adrenaline was out of control.

I was moving so fast that I didn't have enough time to react as someone rounded a corner from a connecting hallway and stepped directly in my path. I ran into them full force, knocking them down as my momentum carried me forward and top of them.

"Oof!"

"Kya!"

With a thud we both crashed onto the linoleum floor, notebooks and papers scattering around us. My face was immediately pressed into something remarkably soft, and it took me a second to realize the exclamation of the unfortunate victim of my recklessness was distinctly female-sounding.

I quickly lifted myself up, the adrenaline in my veins forcing me to ignore the pain of doing so, and found myself staring directly into the breasts that my head had been resting on a second before. I swiftly lifted myself off and fell backward, the pain finally catching up with me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed half in pain but half in disappointment for my carelessness. "I'm so sorry!"

The girl propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed the back of her head. She was a rather ordinary-looking, albeit cute, girl with dark brown hair done into a ponytail and brown eyes. Her breasts were large as well. Smaller than Ikarugas but only barely, maybe only a cup size difference at most. The aspect of her that stood out the most was a bright red scarf tied around her neck with two tails fanning out behind her.

"It's okay, are you all right?" She asked. I was once again ashamed that the one who got crashed into was asking me, the one who ran into her, if I was hurt.

"I'm…" I was about to say I was fine, but my confusion and panic was returning, "I'm not fine. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm afraid, I'm stressed, and I don't know what to do about it." My voice was shaking, and I was beginning to shake as well. My eyes were closed, and I was running my hands through my hair like a madman.

Suddenly I felt two very soft hands plant themselves on my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see the girl smiling at me warmly and looking me in the eyes.

"I don't know what's going on, but don't worry about it. I'm sure everything will turn out all right!" There was a determined look in her eyes as she said this, and she confidently put one of her hands into a fist for emphasis.

I had to admit, something about her somewhat naïve positivity was infectious, and it was certainly cute. I supposed to some degree I may have been overreacting. At worst this discovery meant there was far more mystery to the world than I thought, and clearly not enough mystery to have been a problem up until this point.

"I'm Asuka, by the way, it's nice to meet you. And don't worry, I'm just fine." Her smile somehow grew even warmer.

"Satoshi. Thank you, I needed that more than I thought." I replied and returned the smile. I wished in that moment that I could just snap a photo of her warm smile, it was very picturesque.

After standing up I helped her to her feet as well, though she didn't seem to need it. She was quite spry. Her hand was incredibly soft, I noted as I gripped it. After assisting her in picking up her notebooks and papers that had scattered everywhere I bid her farewell, apologized, and thanked her again.

I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, largely ignoring my lessons in favor of trying to get to the bottom of everything that had happened. The rest of my interactions with Ikaruga and Katsuragi that day were back to the way they were before, like lunch had never happened. I noted, with interest, that while Ikaruga didn't remember kissing me or calling me her boyfriend, she did remember eating lunch with me and enjoying the experience.

I still had a lot to think about and spent the rest of the day doing just that.

I was walking home when my phone rang, breaking me out of my introspective daze.

"Hello?"

"Hey kiddo!" The sound of my father's voice came through. Oddly enough, he was just the man I wanted to talk to. "How are you doing?"

"Good." I replied, mostly on instinct. "I'm walking home right now." I was burying the lead primarily because I wanted confirmation that my father knew what the necklace could do. I didn't want to accuse him of anything if I wasn't sure.

"Glad to hear. So, um, did anything interesting happen at school today?"

It didn't take him long to show his hand, it seemed. That question alone was enough confirmation for me.

"Got something you'd like to tell me, dad?" I asked with just a hint of venom in my tone. I was honestly pretty peeved that he wouldn't tell me about what the necklace could do.

"Ah, so I suppose that's a yes, and clearly you've nailed down the source as well."

"Why didn't you tell me this necklace would literally give me superpowers?"

I heard a heavy sigh from the other line. "Kiddo, be honest, would you have believed me if I did?"

He had me there. I didn't even believe it was _lucky_ much less supernatural before today. "You're right, I suppose. Still, it freaked me out. So, tell me, what exactly does this thing do?"

"Well it has a number of uses. Which ones have you found out about so far?"

I blushed a little, remembering the kiss. "Um, the finger-snapping thing."

"Gotcha. There are a few particulars about that power that you might not have noticed but are important to know. During the time that the effect is active, the girl you snapped your fingers at will be completely willing to do anything you want them to, barring anything that would actually put them in obvious physical danger. In addition, they will treat you as though they are in a relationship with you. But not only them, everyone you interact with during this time will do the same, and act like it's always been that way."

"I did actually notice that part, I was interrupted."

"Well there's no risk to being caught, and there's no risk to anything you do while that effect is in place, because everyone who was involved will forget everything that happens, instead they will remember vague aspects of the encounter, but never anything that would concern them while the effect was inactive. Make sense?"

"Yeah and I noticed that bit too."

"Okay, then the last thing about that power that I can guarantee you didn't notice is that anything you did with them during the time while the effect was active will become something that they genuinely enjoy even when the time runs out. The more you do it, the more fetishized it will become for them."

That was pretty interesting. So that meant Ikaruga enjoyed kissing a little more now.

"Now another thing that the necklace does for you is that it makes absolutely anyone you are attracted to start to develop feelings for you very gradually. It will take a long time to build up and it will only build when they are around you, but they will also actively try to find excuses to hang out with you more often."

"That sounds like it could get out of hand very fast." I pointed out.

"Luckily, the necklace has a way of dealing with that. At any point you can tell someone that you don't want your relationship to progress any further, or even shut it down entirely. For instance, if someone comes to you and confesses, you can tell them that you just want to be friends and they will stay that way with no hurt feelings. Alternatively, you can tell them you aren't interested at all and they will simply treat you like a friendly acquaintance, once again, without consequence."

"That's good, I suppose. Anything else I really need to know about?"

"Yes, concerning the bit we just talked about. It is possible to reverse it, all you need to do is snap your fingers at them and it will begin again. There are a few more things that the necklace does but it's a little, uh, uncomfortable to talk about with my son. Besides, I'm sure you'll figure it out pretty quick anyway. I promise it won't be anything that will freak you out as much as maybe the snapping thing did.

"There is just one last thing, taking off the necklace doesn't reverse anything you've done, all it does is prevent you from snapping and stops the supernatural gradual relationship growth across the board. So, you don't need to worry about your moms and I getting a divorce anytime soon."

"Okay then." I said, feeling a bit better knowing my father hadn't ruined his life by giving me the pendant.

"So now that you know what it does, I expect there to be a full-fledged Satoshi-devoted harem waiting for us when we get back!" With that he let out bellowing laughter.

I sighed and pressed my thumb and forefinger against the bridge of my nose before hanging up the phone.

So that was it, this necklace truly was the reason my father managed to land three wives. And now that I had it, I could follow in his footsteps if I felt so inclined. At the moment I wasn't so keen on the idea of having a harem, but at the very least this necklace could actually help me get a girlfriend who would be into anything I could possibly want to do.

My thoughts trailed to my internet search history.

Okay, maybe not anything... maybe...

The morality of having such a necklace didn't bother me too much. The way I saw it, the relationship still developed in a natural way, it was just artificially helped along. And besides, my perverted nature and desire was overpowering my morals right now.

My walk home was a much less introspective and much more positive one. I wondered idly if I was going to see that Asuka girl again, she really helped me out today.

By the time I got home both of my sisters had returned as well. They went to Gessen Academy, which was closer to our home but it was an all-girls school so I had to go to Hanzo instead. I used to hate having to travel so far everyday but learned to love the scenic trips back and forth, the route I took managed to provide many photo opportunities. Either way, it meant that my siblings tended to make it home before me.

After dropping off my bag in my room I went to watch TV. Rika was already on the couch, surfing the channels. Rika was the tallest of the three of us, with sun-kissed skin and green eyes.

"Hey bro. First day of freedom, huh?" She chuckled.

I smiled and sat down with her. "I guess so. Probably won't feel too much different. Our food quality is gonna plummet though."

Rika knowingly grinned at me. "What? I'm sure Nanako can whip up something good."

I could feel myself gag a little at the thought. "Please no. I'd rather just order delivery." Nanako was not a good cook.

Rika laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not a fan either. She isn't going anywhere near that kitchen unless it's to get snacks."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she managed to burn those too."

Rika laughed again.

There was a brief silence as we both idly watched the news, however Rika seemed pretty interested in something about me, she kept looking at me before turning away. Finally, she turned to me and spoke. "Hey, isn't that dad's necklace?"

"Yeah, he gave it to me last night."

"How come?"

"He said it was the reason he managed to end up with our moms, like it was a lucky charm or something. I decided to wear it so we didn't have to talk about it anymore." I half-lied. While that was the reason I wore it initially, I didn't think it would be a good idea to tell my sister that it granted me special powers.

"Aw, but it was starting to get really funny."

I rolled my eyes and there was another brief silence. "Hey, is anyone in the bathroom? I need to take a leak." I asked. In a house with seven people it was always a good idea to ask, there were only three at the moment, but I sort of asked out of habit.

"Ew," Rika replied and then hesitated for a brief moment, "nah, nobody is in there."

"Cool." I got up and strolled to the bathroom, making my way down the hall. If I weren't mentally exhausted from all of the day's events, I probably would have taken more interest in my sister's hesitation. As it stood, my brain was very sluggish. So much that her pause only registered as something to be concerned about once I had already reached the door and slid it open.

Like many well-off Japanese households, our bathroom was segmented into two parts, one part for the bath and shower, and one part for the toilet. As it happens, the latter in my home was also where the laundry was done. Fairly convenient since it made it easy to put away dirty clothes and get new ones right after a bath.

At the immediate moment, this room also had one more addition that I was not expecting. Standing in the center of the room, having just barely removed her towel, was my other sister Nanako. The short pink-haired girl's nude body was in full view: her modest, flat chest with surprisingly puffy nipples, as well as her completely bare pussy.

The two of us just stood there in stunned silence for a moment, not quite sure how to react yet. My brain was running so slow that I didn't even comprehend what I was seeing until it was much too late. By the time it caught up, I realized I might have been able to get away with this if she hadn't had her glasses on. Unfortunately, she did, and could see me clear as day.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" First, I heard the scream, then I felt her towel slap into my face with enough force that I was knocked down onto my ass. Within a split second I heard the sliding door slam shut with a loud WHAP!

I heard the unmistakable sounds of laughter coming from down the hall. Rika had her hands over her gut as she walked toward me howling with glee.

"What the hell, Rika, you said nobody was in there!"

"I know, and you fell for it! That was classic." She walked past me and into her room, still chuckling as she did.

Pranks were pretty common in this house, usually they were at least somewhat mitigated by my parents, but without them around these couple of months were going to be chaos. Rika was a natural trickster at heart, and Nanako was a gifted schemer. And being the brother and one of the only males in the household, I was frequently the target of such tricks and schemes. This particular prank didn't seem well thought out though, there were many ways it could have gone wrong, especially if I weren't so exhausted from the day's events.

I stood up and waited a few minutes for my sibling to finish up, being a bit lost in thought. For some reason I kept thinking about her body and how petite it was. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake her for my younger sister, she was quite a bit shorter than me and naturally slender; not to mention her obsession with cutesy things and especially cats. She technically was my younger sister, they both were, but Nanako was only by a month.

Rika was actually the youngest of us, but was not only the tallest by an inch, but also had considerably more curves than Nanako. Which, now that I thought of it, were traits she shared with her mother. All of us seemed to take after our mothers more than our father.

The door slid open and Nanako stood there, cheeks puffed with anger. "Stupid siscon freak." She remarked, venomously.

"Blame it on Rika. She knew you were in there and said it was empty." I didn't wait for her reaction before walking past her into the bathroom to do my business.

As I did said business I kept thinking about what happened. I couldn't really help it, something about Nanako's puffy nipples had surprised me, and

siscon freak

stood out to me. I looked at the necklace briefly, as an idle thought I wondered if the finger snap would transcend taboos like incest…

Wait, what the hell was I thinking? I shook my head clear of those sorts of thoughts, and easily forgot about it for the rest of the night. As I made my way from the restroom to my room I could hear Nanako's angered yelling, at her sister who was howling with laughter.

Chapter 3: Experimentation

Chapter Text

Elsewhere, in a dark room hazy with incense smoke, a shinobi silently entered and addressed his superior, kneeling on the ground.

"We finally have a lead to the last crystal." He said. "It's nothing solid yet, just a report of a strange event regarding a student at Hanzo Academy. Said student was wearing a necklace with a red crystal."

"Promising." A figure obscured in shadow and smoke replied. "We make this as clean and precise as possible. We cannot afford to expose ourselves over an unconfirmed report. Follow the student, and report back to me when you are one-hundred percent certain he possesses my crystal." The figure laughed with excitement. At the same time, all the incense sticks in the room immediately burned themselves out, and the candles that had been the only light source suddenly burned brighter for a brief second before returning back to normal.

"Yes, of course." The shinobi bowed deeply and then vanished.

-

I made my trip to school that morning with a bit more pep in my step. The night before, as I was drifting to sleep, I thought more carefully about how I was going to use my necklace. My father made it fairly clear that he wanted me to have a harem of my own by the time he returned. Personally, I didn't care much for that idea, at least not at the moment. I was much more interested in just finding the right girl to make my girlfriend. I was pretty sure my father was half-joking anyway, at this point he would be happy I managed to get a girlfriend at all.

Still, the powers of the necklace would not go to waste. At the very least I could use it to create a nice little pool of ladies to choose from. In addition, I'd have the added benefit of knowing exactly what they would be like as lovers before I decided to fully commit. This was especially helpful since I didn't even know exactly what I wanted. I knew I didn't want anything that my ex was, but beyond that I was totally clueless. It would be interesting to make those discoveries in a completely risk-free environment.

There were also other uses to the necklace. At least until I was actually in a committed relationship I wasn't above using it for sexual release. One hour was plenty of time to get my rocks off in whatever way I wanted. I wasn't afraid of any real lasting repercussions, one look at my internet search history could tell you that intercourse wasn't something I actively sought out often. In fact, my top search was boobjobs. It wasn't hard to figure out why, since most of the girls at Hanzo were busty babes. Sometimes I wondered if the administration was actually trying to enroll all the busty girls in Japan.

My pocket buzzed. Curious, I fished my cell phone out to find a text from Haru. "Hey, got any ideas on what to do for your project yet?"

I frowned. I had totally forgotten about the fanclub project. "Uh, not really. You?"

"Not a damn clue. This was such a dumb idea. Anytime I think of something I just imagine all of the ways it could, and probably would, go wrong."

I chuckled a bit. "Yeah. Don't worry, Takanashi is an idiot so he'll probably see how bad of an idea this was after this one time and never want to do it again."

"Lol. You got that right. Well, good luck."

"Same."

I honestly hadn't thought about that since I got the necklace. I still had plenty of time to think anyway, I had until Sunday and it was only Tuesday. Then again, the more time I spent brainstorming the less time I'd have to actually pull it off. I shrugged the thought away. I was sure something would bubble up naturally at some point.

There was a park along the path that I walked to school, I knew it because I frequently took pictures there. It had a bird bath so there were plenty of opportunities to snap a few of the birds as they congregated there. Today there was someone else there. I could spy a pink head of hair on top of a female Hanzo uniform. I could only see a sliver of her face from my angle, but she looked slightly upset and seemed to be staring at something rather intently.

I checked the clock on my phone and shrugged. I was making good time this morning, I could spend a few extra minutes seeing what was going on. I turned into the park and walked up next to the girl.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked as I approached.

She turned to look at me and I was surprised to see a really strange pattern on her eyes. It almost looked like four pink flower petals across her otherwise dark blue irises. Assuming it was some sort of birthmark, I ignored it. I found her rather sizeable breasts to be much more difficult to ignore, however.

"Um, I was on my way to school when I saw that." She turned back to what she was looking at and I followed her gaze. Sitting next to the root of a nearby tree, looking at the girl, was a brown rabbit. "It's so cute! I wanted to take a picture, but I forgot my phone at home… then Yagyuu-chan went to go get my phone but she might be late now."

I wasn't sure who this Yagyuu was, but I understood her dilemma perfectly. There were very few days I managed to forget my camera, but when they inevitably happened, they were misery.

"Well, I might be able to help." I said lifting up said camera.

The girl looked at it with slight wonder. "Wow. That looks nice."

"It's pretty good, it would probably take a better photo than your phone." Even though phone cameras had admittedly gotten really beefy lately, mine was a professional camera. "If you'd like I can snap a photo now and have it printed for you."

"You'd do that!?" She asked excitedly. I got the feeling she assumed it was much more trouble than it actually was. I did it all the time, I even knew the guy who ran the print shop, so I usually got a discount since I tended to print stuff in bulk.

"It's no big deal." I smiled and lifted up my camera, readying the shot. I took a deep breath and tried to still myself. I focused on nothing but the subtle movements of the rabbit, waiting for just the right moment. It was instinct at this point, knowing when to click the button, I could just feel the perfect shot as it came, it was like there was a rhythm to the world itself and I was tapping along to the beat.

Click.

I pulled the camera away and looked at its display to see the photo and smiled, satisfied. I turned it so the girl could see, and the wonder once again returned to her eyes.

"Wow! That's such a good picture!"

I swelled with pride for a moment and smiled wider. "Why thank you. My name is Satoshi Saitou by the way, nice to meet you."

"I'm—"

"Hibari!" I heard someone shout behind me. They must have moved incredibly fast, since before I could even manage to turn all the way around to see who it was, they were right in front of me, glaring at me. It was so sudden I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Whoa!"

Though the pink-haired girl looked a bit strange, this girl took the cake. She had snowy-white wavy hair that was long and done up in a ponytail, and a dark red eye. Only one of her eyes was visible, the other concealed by an eyepatch with an old-looking coin on top. In lieu of a band or a scrunchie, her ponytail was tied in what had to be a very convincing replica of a ninja shuriken. She must have been an otaku of some sort, maybe even a cosplayer.

"What were you planning to do to Hibari-chan?" She asked simply in a very quiet but nonetheless intimidating tone.

"W-what?"

"Answer me, now."

"Yagyuu-chan stop!" the pinkette, apparently Hibari, shouted to the newcomer, who was evidently her aforementioned friend Yagyuu.

The white-haired girl looked at her friend. "You can't trust strangers like him, especially not ones with cameras."

Now that I thought of it, from an outsider's perspective it seemed kind of sketchy. A guy with a camera and a cute, busty girl alone in a park.

Yagyuu pointed a traditional Japanese umbrella at me threateningly, and it took me a moment to wonder where she had gotten it. I didn't think she had it before, then again, she must have. There certainly wasn't anywhere on her body she could have been hiding it.

"But Saitou-san helped me! He took a picture of the bunny for me so I wouldn't be late!"

Yagyuu seemed to consider this, then pointed her umbrella at my camera. "Give me that. I want proof."

I normally might have been more defensive about handing over my prized possession, but I got the sense this girl might actually kill me, or at least horribly maim me, if I didn't comply. I lifted it's lanyard over my head and handed it up to her.

She took it gracefully but firmly, seeming to scroll through the photos I had taken with her free hand. Then she looked back at me and lowered her umbrella. "Mostly innocent I guess. No pictures of Hibari, anyway." Her gaze then shifted to the side and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. "The picture of the rabbit was also pretty good, I guess."

She handed the camera back to me and I returned it to its rightful place.

"See? Wasn't the bunny picture cute!? He said he would even print it out for me!"

Yagyuu seemed surprised by this revelation. "Really?"

"It's really not a big deal." I said, getting my composure back. "I'm sorry if I came across weird. Thinking back on it, I guess it might look strange at a glance. I promise I wasn't intending to harm anyone."

"It's okay Saitou-san! I can tell you're a nice guy." Hibari said.

Yagyuu didn't reply, she just kept staring at me cautiously.

"Hey, I was planning on stopping by the print shop on my way home tonight. If you wanna meet back here tomorrow morning I'll give you the picture."

"Okay!"

"Let's go Hibari, we're going to be late." Yagyuu took Hibari's hand and started walking with her.

"Ah! Okay, bye Saitou-san!" Hibari waved frantically at me with her free hand as she was dragged away by the other toward our school.

I waved politely as they departed. Looking back through all of the photos on my camera so far, I found myself fairly glad that I had transferred all of the photos from the day before to my computer already. If I hadn't, there would have been a few pictures of Katsuragi that would have been very hard to explain.

I shrugged and made my way, I didn't want to be late for class either. Oddly enough, on my walk to school I didn't see either of my new acquaintances up ahead of me. They must have taken a slightly different route.

I managed to arrive at my first period relatively early, so I had plenty of time to relax in my seat before homeroom started. As I sat in my seat I took another look at the rabbit photo I had taken, my mind drifted off to Hibari and Yagyuu. Both of those girls were pretty cute, weird, but cute. My mind wandered, and my imagination took me to a place where Hibari and Yagyuu both posed for my camera as I snapped photo after photo, their clothes covering less and less as the photo shoot went on. I was getting horny. It didn't help when I realized that with a snap of my fingers that fantasy could be made into a reality.

"Saitou-san."

My eyes shot open and Ikaruga was standing next to my desk.

"Yeah? What is it, rep?"

"Well, I enjoyed having lunch with you yesterday." I remembered the kiss, this did not help my horniness. "I was wondering if you'd like to join my friends and I for lunch again today."

Suddenly a pair of hands shot up from behind and under Ikaruga's arms, quickly making their way up to her breasts. From behind her a familiar head of blonde hair popped out with a devious grin.

"Kyeh heh heh, look at you, Ikaruga-chan, inviting a guy to each lunch with a bunch of busty maidens." Katsuragi said in a perverted tone. I was thoroughly enjoying the view, her breasts bouncing up and down in the blonde's hands. I couldn't help but imagine my dick between them, and how good that must feel.

Ikaruga looked mad, her eyebrow twitching and her lips pursed, but also had an expression that said this sort of thing happened a lot. Instead of freaking out she calmly grabbed Katsuragi's wrists and pushed them down and away from her chest.

"He behaved himself yesterday, honestly we have more to fear from you."

Katsuragi made her way over to me and threw her arm over my shoulder. "Still, he's gonna be a lucky guy spending lunch with a bunch of beauties. Right Saitou-san?"

"Uh, I guess so." I said hazily. Katsuragi's breasts, the breasts of my personal hero, were pressing against my shoulder. They were so soft. The club was never gonna believe me. "I mean, it'll be nice to get to know everyone."

I thought briefly about dealing with my little problem by snapping my fingers but remembered that there was nothing about the necklace protecting me from public displays of affection. Just because people would perceive us as lovers didn't mean it would be okay for us to be fucking in the middle of class. I had to play it cool.

And thankfully, the bell rang signifying the beginning of homeroom.

"Well I will see you at lunch, Saitou-san." Ikaruga smiled and went back to her desk.

"See ya then, hotshot." Katsuragi winked and gave me a finger-gun before returning to her seat as well.

Finally, I had the chance to try and calm myself down, at least until lunchtime. I slapped my cheeks a couple times to try and focus on my education.

It didn't work. The first two periods were absolute hell. And to make matters worse, I remembered a very unfortunate fact. Not only was my next class physical education, it was swim day. There was no way I was going to be able to focus while surrounded by all of my classmates in swimsuits. I would have to figure out a way to get my rocks off during class.

And I would have to do so without Ikaruga or Katsuragi, since for some reason the two of them had some sort of advanced physical education class instead, separate from the rest of us. Now that I thought about it, that may have explained why Ikaruga's lunch was so high in protein. Either way, this wasn't a horrible setback, my class was full of cute girls who could easily satisfy me.

So, there I stood, at the pool, trying to scout someone to help relieve me. It was in that moment I realized how having such a large group of people to choose from was actually more of a curse than a blessing.

I was leaning up against the fence surrounding the pool, waiting and watching. The truth was I didn't even know how I would go about bringing someone to a private place from here, the coach was standing diligently, watching everything with a keen eye. It's not like I'd be able to sneak into one of the locker rooms or anything.

Suddenly one of my classmates leaned up against the fence next to me. I knew her fairly well, Mizushi. The buxom blue-haired girl wasn't much for physical activity, and she was fairly nice to me, or at least polite.

"Taking a break, Saitou-san?"

"Yeah I guess so. Not feeling it today, you know?" I tried my best to play it cool and not pop a boner just because a cute girl was talking to me.

"Me either. I'd rather be doing anything else."

This was my chance.

"Hey Mizushi-san." I turned to look at her, and naturally our eyes met. In that moment I snapped my fingers casually.

Her whole demeanor shifted. Her eyes were wide for a brief second and then they dilated a bit. She grew a warm smile and became slightly flushed. She also changed her position subtly, holding her hands I front of her, pressing her large breasts together a bit. It looked like it worked.

"Anything?" I asked, smoothly.

She gasped slightly and leaned in closer to me. "You wanna do something?" She asked in a very sultry tone I never thought I'd hear from her.

"Yeah, definitely." Drunk with power, and desperate for release, I lifted a hand to lightly give one of her breasts a playful squeeze.

To my infinite satisfaction, she let out a soft moan into my ear and then winked at me. "I have an idea. Catch me."

I was confused, but then I saw her close her eyes and go ragdoll suddenly. Thinking quickly, I reached down to grab her arms and hoist her up.

"Mizushi!" I said a bit panicked. Everyone's attention was on us. "You alright?"

She regained her composure, standing up but grabbing onto the fence for support. Then her eyes fluttered open and she winked at me.

Realization hit me, and I turned to look at our coach. "Hey teach! Something is up with Mizushi-san, I'm gonna bring her to the nurse's office."

Coach nodded. "All right, be careful."

With that I slung her arm over my shoulder and made my way to the exit and back into the school. We kept up the ruse until we actually made it into the nurse's office.

"It's empty." I said, pointing out the lack of nurse.

"Yep, I knew she was gone today. So, we have this room all to ourselves." Mizushi said in a sultry tone and lightly shoved me against the door and pinned me there, rubbing her hand over the bulge in my swimwear while her breasts were pressed against my chest. It was an incredible feeling to have someone deliberately touching me on the crotch that wasn't me. Especially when that someone was practically fucking me with her eyes already. I had no idea Mizushi was this aggressive of a lover, maybe even she didn't know. As far as I knew, she never had a boyfriend before.

"So whatcha wanna do?" She asked. "Like I said earlier, I'm down for anything."

I swallowed nervously. Even though I knew I could get away with anything, and she would even like it, I wasn't used to having this sort of freedom. I never in a million years would have heard that come from my ex. It wasn't what I was used to.

Perhaps sensing that I needed a moment to think, and probably not wanting the mood to go away while I did, Mizushi leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were very soft, and her tongue cutely poked itself in and out of her mouth and into mine.

While she did that, I reached up and groped both of her hefty breasts in my hands, squeezing playfully. "I think I wanna use these." I said, parting lips with her.

"I should've known." She winked and slipped her arms through her swimsuit and then pulled the top down, releasing her bouncy mammaries for my viewing pleasure. She had cute little pink nipples perched on top of her breasts that I couldn't help but poke with my thumbs. After letting me play with them for a bit, she knelt and slid my swimwear down as well, exposing my stiff cock to the cool air of the office.

With a giggle and a teasing lick along my shaft, she pressed her chest against my groin, enveloping my rod in her unbelievably soft pillows. The contrasting feeling of my hardness and her softness coming together made my heart skip a beat for a moment. Even in my dreams it didn't feel this good. Then, as if this moment couldn't get any better, she started to bounce her tits up and down along my shaft, dragging the skin of my penis along with them and massaging it gently.

"Fuck." I said, not knowing what else to do with the excitement and joy building up in me.

"You like my boobs?" She asked and giggled.

"I love them." I replied and watched as she grabbed both of her big breasts and used her hands to bounce them up and down and press them together. I wasn't sure how good she was, given that I had never experienced a titjob before, but I was certainly enjoying myself.

She leaned forward and drooled saliva down onto the head of my cock, then continued to bounce herself. I was happy to find that her spit lubricated the journey my cock made in and out of her cleavage and made it feel even better.

She giggled, sensing or perhaps even seeing my enjoyment. "I'll give you a boobjob anytime you like, just ask." I knew that wasn't strictly true, as the effects of my snap only lasted an hour, but there was undeniable satisfaction in hearing her say it anyway. And technically I could do it anytime I wanted, I just needed to snap my fingers at her first. And since my relationship with her would continue to grow at a steady pace, what she said might actually come true eventually.

Wanting a change of pace, I put my hands on both of her shoulders to steady her and began to pump my hips, effectively fucking her tits while she continued to hold them in place, so her cleavage was as tight as possible. As I thrusted my cock in and out of her breasts, the head of my penis kept poking up through the top of her cleavage right in front of her mouth. When she noticed this, she began to lick the tip of my cock each time it surfaced, sending a little tingling jolt through the base of my spine each time.

With a groan of pleasure, I could feel myself nearing orgasm. The experience was just too much for me to handle. I could never have prepared myself for just how good this would feel.

"I'm gonna cum." I announced, only barely managing to make the words come out of my mouth.

"Go ahead, let it all out." Mizushi encouraged and began taking an active role again, bouncing her boobs up and down around my twitching member.

I tried to relax myself and focus only on the feeling of her softness as it slid around my shaft and massaged my cock with excitement and love. Finally, my hips grew weak and I had to lean back against the door as my dick erupted.

Mizushi let out an excited squeak as she saw a long rope of cum shoot into the air and fall back down onto her face and chest. "Whoa!" Several more strings of my spunk shot from the tip and splattered on her. I was ejaculating way more than I normally would have had I just been masturbating. To make things even better, she was still jiggling her tits up and down, effectively milking every bit of sperm I had to spare.

By the time I had finished nearly her entire chest and face had been covered in my spunk, and I watched with some degree of delight as she scooped up some of it on her finger and then slurped it up and licked her lips.

"Tasty." She said and winked. "You came pretty quick, but it was totally worth it. I'm drenched!"

I tried to calm myself, but it wasn't working. In fact, seeing Mizushi kneeling in front of me covered in my semen licking it up hungrily by the finger-full was only making me hornier than I was before. I couldn't help myself, I was still rock-hard, and my animal instincts were taking over.

Without any warning, I grabbed her with both hands by the head and thrusted my hips forward, sliding my hard cock into her lips and mouth. Her eyes widened, and she let out a little squeak of surprise, but otherwise did nothing to stop me as I plunged my hot prick deeper into her mouth.

The softness of her tongue, the moist heat of her mouth, and tightness of her lips were driving me insane. It was the sort of feeling you couldn't possibly understand until you experienced it, wholly-unlike anything else I had ever experienced. Instead of being trapped within a prison of pillowy softness like her titjob, I was trapped in a prison of wet heat and I didn't want to escape. In fact, I wanted more.

I pulled her head down further, feeling myself slide over some kind of threshold as I did. It must have been her throat, because I heard her gag slightly and the top part of my cock was suddenly wrapped in extreme tightness. Looking down I saw that her lips were almost at the base of my throbbing dick.

A moment of clarity came to me, and I suddenly worried about whether or not I had hurt her, but I was only encouraged when I saw her face. Instead of a wincing look of pain like I expected, her eyes were rolled back, and her cheeks were flushed the deepest crimson, both contributing to a countenance betraying absolute bliss.

Taking that as encouragement, I grabbed the back of her head to hold it steady and began to slide myself in and out as deep and fast as I could, practically fucking her face like my life depended on it. She occasionally moaned and gagged on my thickness as it penetrated her mouth and throat, and the sensation was enough to bring me to climax once again.

Pushing her head down all the way I began to ejaculate again, shooting my load directly into her throat. She hummed with delight as my cock twitched with each shot of cum my tip released inside of her. This ejaculation felt just as intense as the last one, and I realized that my sperm must have filled her throat quicker than I expected, because she even started to swallow around my shaft, caressing the sensitive flesh with a firm milking motion that encouraged more spunk to erupt from it.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp…" the office was filled with only the sounds of her gentle swallowing for a few more seconds before my orgasm finally settled.

Looking down I noticed that her whole face was beginning to turn red and I hurriedly pulled myself out.

With a few hacking coughs, as oxygen no doubt finally returned to her lungs, she let out a laugh. "Holy shit, dude!" She exclaimed and then coughed a couple more times. "That had to be even more than the first one!"

"Sorry." I said.

"Oh, don't be sorry, that was awesome." She winked and panted heavily, leaning back on her hands, still knelt down on the floor. "Tasted great too, never thought I'd love the taste of semen so much."

My legs felt like jelly, and I too fell to the ground leaning against the door. I was panting too, though obviously not as much as her.

She got up and after finding some sanitary wipes to finally clean herself off, she sat down next to me against the door and kissed my cheek. Her breath smelled a bit like me, which was oddly satisfying. It was my first time not only getting a titjob but also a blowjob, and I finally stopped feeling horny. A release like that should have lasted me the rest of the school day.

I thought carefully about what happened, I had enough stamina to go twice in a row without a break, and I definitely came a lot more than usual. I wondered if that was part of the powers of this necklace that my father was too embarrassed to talk about. If that was the case, I certainly didn't blame him, talk about an awkward conversation, even for my dad who was the king of awkward conversations.

"I'd love to do that again sometime." Mizushi said from beside me.

"Me too." I admitted. Then I thought about some of the other powers my father told me about. Apparently Mizushi was going to have a thing for titjobs, irrumatio, and probably swallowing semen. Those were the most obvious things that happened here. And apparently, the more I did those things with her the more she would like them. It was pretty fascinating.

I took a quick look at the clock in the nurse's office. Apparently, we didn't have much more time in the period left. I decided to spend the rest of it cuddling with Mizushi.

Math class went by without a hitch. I caught Katsuragi turning around and winking at me every now and again, throwing me the thumbs up. Apparently, she was excited for lunch, and admittedly I was too. I was increasingly curious what Katsuragi and Ikaruga's friends were like. Either way it was nice to have Katsuragi paying attention to me in any capacity, it was a dream come true. I was feeling much more relaxed and far less horny after my encounter with Mizushi, which was probably good given that I was about to be surrounded by women.

Finally, the class ended, and Katsuragi, Ikaruga, and I made our way to the roof. On the way there, Katsuragi started walking down the wrong hallway, seemingly absent-mindedly.

"Katsuragi-chan, it's this way." Ikaruga corrected her with a strangely stern look.

"Oh yeah," the blonde scratched the back of her head bashfully, "I forgot. Sometimes this school is like a maze, you know?"

"Yeah I get it." I admitted. Something about the way Ikaruga looked at her made the situation feel a bit different. Something was definitely off about this, didn't Katsuragi have lunch on the roof every day? Surely, she wouldn't forget the way there so easily. It had to be muscle memory at this point.

At last we ascended the stairs and arrived at our destination, led by Katsuragi, giving me quite the view of her blue-and-white striped panties as she practically bolted up the stairs. She seemed pretty excited about the situation.

When at last we walked through the doorway and into the sunlight, I was surprised to see the brunette girl I crashed into yesterday waiting there as well. Asuka was her name, I remembered after a second of thinking.

"Ikaruga-chan, Katsu-nee!" She smiled as she saw my two companions, and then looked as surprised to see me as I was to see her. "Oh! Saitou-san too!"

"Hello Asuka-san." I greeted with a smile.

"You two already know each other?" Ikaruga asked.

"Yeah, we sort of bumped into each other in the hall yesterday." Asuka replied and I laughed nervously at the way she downplayed what actually happened.

"She did me a big favor actually." I nodded to her knowingly and she smiled brightly in return.

"You again." I heard a sharp tone from behind me.

Whirling around I found the strange pink-haired girl and white-haired girl from this morning, Hibari and Yagyuu.

"Saitou-san!" Hibari waved enthusiastically.

"Wait, you two know him too?" Ikaruga said, exasperated.

"Yeah! We met this morning, Saitou-san took a picture of the cutest bunny ever!" Hibari exclaimed.

"Really? I wanna see!" Asuka said.

"Oh, sure." I swiftly grabbed my camera and cycled to the picture of the rabbit, turning it to show everyone else.

"So cute!" Asuka said, fawning over the screen.

"Saitou-san said he would print it out too!" Hibari grinned.

"And he had better make good on his promise." Yagyuu shot me a glare from her single, visible eye.

I laughed nervously. "I will, I will."

"Well, I'm glad introductions weren't necessary." Ikaruga said and then made her way to the bench, the rest of us following.

It certainly was a strange coincidence that all of the girls I had met these past couple days all knew each other and were friends.

"Katsu-nee," Asuka began, "where's Ayame-chan?"

My knowledge of Katsuragi was telling me that Ayame was the girl who followed her around a lot, and was also extremely perverted.

"I think she said something about having an assign—!" Suddenly Ikagura's hand smacked the blonde's back, seemingly really hard.

"Oh sorry Katsuragi-san, I saw a bug on your shoulder." There was something stern in her voice, similar to when she corrected Katsuragi's wrong turn earlier.

"Oh, thanks." She replied sheepishly. "Uh, I mean, I think she said she had a field trip. She will probably be here tomorrow."

They continued to chat among themselves. I found myself feeling very fortunate that I had my encounter during gym, if not for that, I would find it hard to control myself. Everywhere I turned my head my eyes were met with buxom breasts and cute faces.

"Asuka-san," Ikaruga began after a brief silence, "I heard that you were confessed to again this morning."

"Yeah," Asuka sighed, "I turned him down though. I don't get why so many guys want to go out with me."

"You're really nice, Asuka-chan." Hibari replied. "I'm sure that's why."

"I bet it's because of these girls!" Katsuragi somehow managed to sneak up behind Asuka and grab her breasts, fondling them just like she had been doing to Ikaruga earlier today. It was nice to see the forwardness I admired in her so much up close.

"Katsu-nee!" Asuka struggled in place to get out of her grip. "N-not in front of Saitou-san!"

"Kyeh heh heh, so you're saying every other time is okay?"

"No!" She exclaimed and finally managed to wiggle free of Katsuragi's iron grip.

"You're a boy, Saitou-san, why do you think it is?" Ikaruga asked me, clearly trying to include me in the conversation.

Suddenly all eyes were on me, waiting for my own first-hand opinion. "Um, well, she is really pretty." I said and swallowed hard, I noticed her blush deeply. I decided to just be honest, thinking back to how we met, and her comforting words. "And we haven't known each other long, but already I can tell that she has a really kind heart, and she really goes out of her way to help those in need." She was also stacked as Katsuragi implied. But I wasn't quite ready to be honest enough to mention that part.

Her blush deepened and everyone else had looks on their faces like I said the exact right thing, or at least that they agreed with me.

"I suppose that must be it." Ikaruga said and smiled at her friend.

"W-what about you Katsu-nee?" Asuka said, quick to shift the focus away from herself. "Don't you get a lot of confessions? I heard you have an entire fan club."

A shiver ran down my spine.

"Yeah but nobody in the fanclub has actually asked. But yeah, I get a few here and there. None of them really seem… I dunno." Katsuragi shrugged.

"Able to put up with you?" Yagyuu mentioned off-handedly.

"Able to keep up with me." Katsuragi corrected, shooting the snowy-haired girl a look. "If the right guy showed up, then sure I'd go for it."

If my ears weren't completely deceiving me, it sounded like Katsuragi was bisexual.

"I wouldn't think most people would even think you were into guys." Ikaruga pointed out. "Seeing your… loose definition of skinship."

"Girls usually have more squishy bits." Katsuragi wiggled her fingers suggestively and grinned deviously.

I was hyper-aware of my necklace now. I was hesitant to use it on Katsuragi until now because I wasn't sure if she was even into guys. Something about using this necklace to make lesbians fall in love with me didn't quite sit right with me. It felt much worse than just using the necklace at all, which admittedly was morally questionable by itself. It just crossed a line even I wasn't quite comfortable with. But if Katsuragi was bisexual, it meant I didn't have to worry.

The rest of them talked about the confessions they had gotten so far, though Asuka had gotten the most, Hibari was apparently a close second, while Yagyuu didn't seem to get any at all. Ikaruga described her amount as "average", though failed to really quantify what average meant in this context.

"What about you Saitou-san?" Ikaruga asked.

"M-me?" I replied, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, you're not a bad-looking guy." Katsuragi complimented, making me blush slightly.

"You can take cute photos too!" Hibari added.

"W-well… I had a girlfriend a year ago but it didn't really work out." I said.

Everyone was listening intently now. "What happened?" Asuka asked.

Not wanting to divulge the full story, I gave the stripped-down version. "She moved away and didn't really want to commit to a long-distance relationship. I think it was for the best anyway." I nodded sagely. "Besides her… I don't really have much luck with girls." I admitted.

"Nonsesne! You're eating lunch with a buffet of busty beauties!" Katsuragi exclaimed. Ikaruga responded by planting her palm on her own face, Yagyuu responded by shooting Katsuragi a glare, and the other two blushed slightly.

I supposed she had a point there. But it had been a long time since I had hung out with girls like this, besides my sisters of course. It was nice. We spent the rest of lunch chatting about various inconsequential matters.

The next couple of classes passed by without incident, and before long it was time to do classroom cleanup. I was disappointed to discover I was assigned to do it today, until I also discovered that Katsuragi would be doing it as well.

Now it was just the two of us alone in the classroom with the setting sun casting an orange glow through the classroom window.

"Man, what a day, right?" Katsuragi asked before slapping me on the back as we finished up our cleaning duties. There was a surprising amount of force behind her friendly gesture, enough that I nearly fell forward onto my face.

"Yeah, today was pretty crazy." I looked back to all of the things that had happened. I got a pretty intense blowjob and boobjob from one of my classmates, I had Katsuragi's breasts smashed against my shoulder, and I got to eat lunch with all of the cute girls I had met these past couple days. Things were really looking up for me. This necklace had really changed things for me, and I hadn't even used it that much.

"Looks like we're just about done here." Katsuragi said, breaking me out of my train of thought.

"This was kind of fun, we should offer to clean up more often." I joked.

"Fat chance." The blonde replied, sticking her tongue out. "But we should definitely hang out more often."

It took me far too long to realize that I had a golden opportunity here. Nobody was in the classroom but us, the halls would be mostly empty, and this classroom wasn't used for any clubs, so we weren't likely to get interrupted. I had also discovered that Katsuragi was bisexual at lunch today. All of the pieces were in place.

"Hey, Katsuragi-san." I got her attention and she turned to look at me. As soon as she made eye-contact I snapped my fingers.

Her eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed while a cheeky grin grew on her lips, exposing her pearly white teeth. "All right, so now that we got everything cleaned up, what do you say we dirty up the place?" She asked in a low, sultry tone that suited her naturally husky voice.

I wasn't prepared for her to be so aggressive, but I really shouldn't have been very surprised given her personality.

"U-uh, sure." This was it, it was finally happening, my dream was about to come true.

She leaned forward with her elbows propped on one of the desks, twirling her tie between the fingers of one of her hands, exposing the valley of cleavage from her unbuttoned uniform.

"So, what should we do, Sato-kun?"

Just hearing her say "Sato-kun" made me blush intensely. My crush was calling me by a familiar name. I tried my best to keep my cool. Honestly, Katsuragi could do anything sexual with me right now and I would be happy for the rest of my life. Plus, I was curious what kind of stuff she was into without my influence.

"Dealer's choice." I replied as smoothly as I could manage. I struggled to make sure my voice didn't crack.

"You sure you're down for anything?" She asked.

"I would find it hard to say no to anything you suggested." I replied, honestly.

"Awww, you're that stricken by me, huh? That's so cute, Sato-kun." She wiggled her brows, maintaining her cocky grin. "Have a seat and I'll show you what I have in mind."

I obediently sat down at one of the desks, quickly realizing it was my own desk. She walked over to me and leaned forward right in front of me, her massive cleavage quickly finding itself mashed against my face. Her breasts were softer than even in my dreams, and I never could have imagined how good she smelled.

I could tell she was moving around and shifting, but because of the soft pillows in my face, I couldn't quite tell what she was doing. I only heard a couple of thumps against the tile floor, and then a moment later felt a presence against my crotch through my pants. With what felt like incredible deftness she seemingly unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks, removing my penis from within the depths of my boxers and exposing it to the relatively cool air of the classroom.

Finally, her huge melons were removed from my face and when I opened my eyes I saw her sit down on top of one of the desks across the aisle from mine. Her legs were spread, showing off a wonderful view of her blue, striped panties. I realized that the thumps from a moment ago must of have been her shoes, because her sock-clad feet were conspicuously missing them.

I was still not quite sure what her plan was until she stretched her leg out, carrying her foot to my lap.

"Oh." I heard myself say out loud.

"No good?" She asked, rubbing my inner thigh with her foot.

"It's fine, dealer's choice and all." I was a little unsure, even in my weirdest fantasies I never fantasized about feet before.

She grinned again. "Hey don't worry, Sato-kun, I promise it will feel really good." Finally, I felt the silky fabric of her navy-blue knee-high socks come in contact with the shaft of my member as she caressed it with her toes. At the same time, she brought up her other foot and wrapped her toes around the tip of my cock.

It didn't feel bad, and my growing erection was telling me that I was enjoying the experience for sure. And if nothing else, the view of Katsuragi's blue-and-white panties was enough to keep the exchange heated.

Seemingly to ramp up the heat, she unbuttoned her blouse even more, until it was only connected under her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. With a sultry growl she brought a hand up to squeeze one of her breasts as the sole of her foot rubbed along my swollen rod from base to tip. I was definitely warming up to this experience, my eyes were glued to her breasts, since I was sure one of her nipples was about to pop out from within her top and I wanted to make sure I got to see it when it happened.

"Do you like my feet?" She asked.

"This is great." I replied. It wasn't quite an answer to her question, I wasn't focused that much on her feet, but the experience as a whole was the greatest I'd ever had. Her feet were certainly growing on me, and I could tell she was good with them. The way she moved her toes and twisted her ankles contributed to a very pleasurable experience. I dared to say it was more enjoyable than my own hand. The silk fabric of her sock was also fairly pleasurable and didn't seem to chafe all that much.

In fact, the experience was so good that I was sure I wouldn't last much longer. "Katsuragi-chan." I began, getting cut off by a groan of pleasure as she quickened her pace suddenly, sliding her foot along my shaft with renewed vigor.

"Don't worry," she replied, licking her lips, "just do it. I wanna feel it all over my legs."

That simple statement drove me over the edge, and without argument I let go, my first spurt of cum shooting into the toes pressed against my tip. With lightning speed, Katsuragi brought both of her feet around my shaft, so that my cock was sticking out between the arches of her feet, and began to pump my rod with them. Her attempt at milking me worked, and I unleashed rope after rope of sticky spunk onto her legs, some of them rocketing onto her uniform as well. It was certainly helping that in the movement that brought both of her feat around my length, one of her breasts had popped out of her shirt, revealing her cute pink nipple as it bounced from the pumping motion.

Even when I thought for sure I was going to be spent, she managed to urge out a few more ropes of cum out of me until there was nothing left, and my shaft just twitched and pulsed. Unlike my encounter with Mizushi, I was completely spent after just this ejaculation.

"Kami…" I heard myself swear, distantly.

Katsuragi chuckled. "What'd I tell ya? Good right?"

I was definitely on cloud nine, though it had more to do with the fact that I finally got to do something with Katsuragi than anything else. "Yeah." I replied, simply.

She stood up suddenly, and began to remove her clothes one by one. She removed her skirt first and let it drop to the floor at her feet, then made a show of teasingly removing her top and fondling her own massive teats. Then she removed her panties and her socks so she was completely naked. She used her panties to wipe off the strands of cum that had landed on her skin, and then put them in her school bag.

"Gonna have fun getting a whiff of those tonight." She said. "Mind if I cuddle with you?" She asked.

"How could any man refuse a naked woman who asks that?" I replied.

Her face erupted in her iconic ear-to-ear toothy grin and hopped up onto the desk that I was seated at, then yanked my head into her chest.

"What are you gonna do with the clothes?" I asked.

"Clean them, duh."

"I meant for your trip home. Gonna be wearing stained clothes all the way?"

"Maybe I'll just go back in the buff. Give a few old geezers some heart attacks." Katsuragi said.

I laughed, the image crossing my mind.

"Nah, I'll just throw on my gym clothes."

We spent a few minutes just sitting and cuddling with each other, occasionally groping and poking each other flirtatiously. I couldn't help but imagine the looks on the fan-club's faces if they ever knew about this. Then I had an idea. I might just get the content for our little project early.

"Hey, I have a request." I said.

"What's up?" She asked, curiously.

"I'd like some spank material." I said, bluntly.

"Oh yeah?" She reached down and poked the camera hanging from my neck. "I think I know where you're going with this. And I already like it."

"Good, here's the catch though. It would be kinda hot if it looked candid. Like I just happened upon a photo opportunity."

She whistled appreciatively. "Damn, you really are a pervert. No wonder we get along so well. Kyeh heh heh." She chuckled and hopped off the desk, making her huge breasts bounce and wobble delightfully. "Well, Mr. Director, how do you want me?"

I could get used to that nickname. "Well, you were planning on putting on your gym clothes anyway. Just do that and I'll be outside the classroom door snapping the picks."

"I like it." She nodded approvingly.

"But first…" I pulled the camera up to my face and she seemed to get the idea. She immediately posed for me, naked and enveloped in the amber glow of the sunset outside. It was a gorgeous photo opportunity, and I snapped a few shots with her in different, very provocative positions. "Thanks." I said once I had finished.

"No problem, hope you get a lot of mileage out of those. If not, just ask." She winked.

"Oh, I will. In fact, why don't you send me a few more tonight?" I requested this, sort of forgetting that the effects of this would certainly have ended by that time. But I supposed it wouldn't hurt, she just wouldn't send me the photos.

"No problem, tiger." She replied and winked. "Now get in the hall so I can give you a good show."

Obediently I walked out into the hall and closed the door but left a gap where the lens of my camera could poke through. Not only was I into candid shots like this, obviously, but these photos would have a practical use as well. I would show these candid shots to the club, so they wouldn't ask me awkward questions about how I managed to get Katsuragi to model for me. Perhaps I would take a few more candid shots like these of other girls just to convince them I had been on the lookout for these sorts of opportunities the whole time.

She then slowly and deliberately began putting her gym clothes on as I snapped away. By the time our "candid" photo session was over, I walked back in and we spent a few more minutes making out until it was time to go home, conveniently around the time the snap would be wearing off.

On the way home, after we parted ways, I took mental stock of what we did. She gave me a footjob, but she was clearly already into that since I made her decide what we should do. It probably would still count toward her future fetishes, and she would end up being even more into it now. She also did a striptease for me, we cuddled together, we made out, and I photographed her. I wasn't sure it was necessary to keep in mind the things we did together, but for some reason my gut told me it would be smart to keep track. To that end, I made a few notes in my phone so I could reference it if I needed to.

I was so zoned out that I nearly forgot to go to the print shop like I promised Hibari and Yagyuu. Luckily I hadn't forgotten, and went into the shop to get that done. The owner, an older fellow with a a similar passion for photography that he sadly could no longer enjoy thanks to his Parkinson's disease, was happy to see me and we talked for a bit while the photos got printed. Around the shop were framed photos that he had taken in his youth, most of them were birds since he was an avid bird-watcher. I loved every one of them, and I hoped that one day I would be able to take photos like his. He complimented the photo I took of the rabbit, and ended up giving me the print for free when I described the circumstances of the photos.

"I'm not cruel enough to charge you for being a good person, especially when it was a pretty young lady you were helping." He said, laughing happily and sending me on my way.

When I got home I was in such a happy haze that I had actually had a sexual encounter with my crush, and I got to taste what it would have been like to be her boyfriend, that I didn't even bother greeting either of my sisters before escaping to my room. By the time I had uploaded and organized all of the photos I had taken that day to my computer, I got a strange surprise. It was exactly three hours after I had snapped my fingers at Katsuragi, and I got a text from her.

The text simply contained a single selfie she took, naked, with her tongue out and her free arm pressed against her boobs blocking view of her nipples.

She actually sent me a photo like I asked her to, and she did it after the effects of the snap had worn off. I spent the rest of the night thinking about what it might have meant in terms of the necklace's power.