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The Catalyst and the Love Crests
Igawa Asagi - 1 (The First)
Grunting, Fuuma Kotaro jolted upward. The sudden rush of adrenaline drove him into a state of alert. His hand reached for the katana on his waist only to realize it was gone.
He recalled the danger sensor in the slumbering right eye. Just a moment ago, while he was talking to Asagi-sensei in her office, the eye surely gave out a warning sensation.
But now, it went quiet.
"What is this place?"
It didn't have a sky. It had nothing.
A colorless plane, with transparent wavy-like waves flowing each time he took a step. Kotaro tested it with a slam of his foot, the waves came out bigger and faster, yet they didn't make a sound, neither did the impact. These motions and the way this world interacted to his action, it almost seemed like he was standing on top a calm flat sea.
He tried running, as far as he could. But he couldn't reach a wall, a dead end didn't seem to exist in this place. The white plane kept on stretching, unlimited in its distance.
This place didn't look like anywhere on Earth. Was this another dimension? A Brain Flayer did this?! Did they straight up ambush him and Asagi in the middle of broad daylight? But how?!
"Sensei! Asagi-sensei!"
His mentor was nowhere to be seen. It was just him, alone in a place he had no idea about its nature.
"No. There's a way...there has...there has to be a way."
"Fuuma-kun!"
His head snapped to the direction where Asagi's voice came. He couldn't see her even though the voice echoed clearly in that strange world.
"Fuuma-kun, where are you?"
She couldn't see him?
"Sensei, I'm right here!"
Something moved ahead. He saw it, the flat surface was making small waves as if invisible footsteps trailed along it. The motions repeated in sync, someone...no, it was Asagi-sensei. She was moving around this place, confused just like him.
Kotaro wasted no time and ran towards those waves.
An outline resembling a womanly figure began to form, appeared astral-like.
The moment he tried touching it, the figure reacted with a startle.
"Fuuma-kun, is that you?"
Her voice was so closed to his face now. He felt her touch on him, the full handprint was visible on his shirt.
Suddenly, everything in that world flashed colorful illuminations like malfunctioned light bulbs. The sight in front of him started to change.
Kotaro blinked once.
His mentor, Igawa Asagi, stood there fully while she shared the same puzzled look.
The furnitures, their work desks, the stacks of documents that needed to be dealt with and the rowdy hallways outside the Headmistress Office all returned.
Nothing about the room seemed to change. But Kotaro noticed a difference that somehow blended into the background.
An envelope was left on Asagi-sensei's desk. Before the strange dimension came to, they were looking over the documents together. Such a thing didn't catch their eyes.
"Fuuma-kun, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. What about you?"
She rested a hand to her chest.
"I feel a bit strange in my body, a faint tingling sense. I can't really make out of what is it." She shook her head. "Moving forward, it looks like we've just been swapped to somewhere else and brought back."
That could be the only explanation they got at this moment. For now, the envelope looked the most suspicious in this whole situation. Kotaro moved to grab the piece of paper. The moment he opened it to read the content, a sensual sigh slipped from Asagi's lip.
"Sensei?"
"N-Nothing."
Even though Asagi said that to draw away his concern, her body gestures spoke differently. The slender legs, emphasized and hugged by a pair of black stocks, brought together while trembled slightly. Her arms rested under the bosom, wrapped around like she was trying to embrace the feeling from within. Smooth long raven hair became lustrous, glowing beautifully.
"I...ah~!"
Asagi let out a sweet moan, startled Kotaro. She couldn't bear to endure the changes that happened to her body anymore.
"Fuuma-kun, the letter." Blush painted her cheeks, she wanted his attention averted from her more than anything. "Focus."
"R-Right!"
Only two lines of words written on it.
~My magic has been stolen, please exercise vigilance~
~From your Goddess, Dakini~
Kotaro's jaw dropped in disbelief. Dakini?! Goddess of fertility and sexual love, Dakini?! What did she mean by stolen?!
"F-Fuuma...kun...haahh~! This is...my body is getting hot!" Asagi muttered between gasps. "...I can't..."
Kotaro dropped the letter.
Right now, the strange phenomenon occurring to his mentor wasn't due to internal injuries or something out of this world, not at all. The way her body jolted suggestively, the flustered look on her face and the thrilled sounds she couldn't help uttering as if being held captive in the grasp of pleasure.
Asagi was under the influence of Dakini's stolen magic!
Gulp!
Kotaro started to feel it too. A warm sensation swelled up inside him knowing Asagi, one of the most gorgeous women in Gosha, was fighting a losing battle against her desire.
Slap!
He slapped himself across the cheek. No! Don't he dare go over there! Now was not the time to think about it. Asagi-sensei needed help, he had to do something, and fast!
"I'll get help!"
He patted her shoulder, which made her emit another lewd sound by the touch. Great job! He did not help her with that.
Click! Click!
"Eh? The door doesn't budge."
He tried turning the knob again, it locked in place much to his surprise. He pulled it harder, still didn't work. Kotaro shot a quick glance at Asagi, his mentor was leaning on her desk to support herself. Her legs had become weak. The Almighty Taimanin was actually on the verge of collapsing.
Kotaro stepped away and kicked the door only to be bounded back. The left eye opened wide in shock as the frame didn't even shake. For whatever the reason, it became sturdy like a thick wall.
"Shiranui-san! Murasaki-sensei! Can anyone hear me?!"
Despite Kotaro screaming at the top of his lung, something prevented him from reaching the other side of the door. The voices of students and the school staffs continued on like nothing happened. At this rate, he won't be able to get Asagi to the medical bay in time.
"It's okay." Asagi spoke up.
Her long dark hair turned lustrous, glowing beautifully in the aura made of Taima energy. One shaky hand holding up, she formed a seal. The aura began to shift, flowing along her body like streams of water.
Asagi seemed to have figured out a way to suppress the stimulation.
"There! Found it!" She declared.
The energy flows gathered inside her and shone a part of her well-endowed figure. Underneath the dark high waist skirt, a magical symbol revealed in pink, engraved below the navel.
A Love Crest.
It was the culprit of Asagi's sexual stimulation.
Kotaro watched with hitched breath, until the beautiful mentor met his gaze.
"D-Don't look."
He quickly obliged, spun around and faced the wall. To be honest, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to throw away the shame just to see how she would handle it.
"Fuuma-kun, your ears."
He covered his hearing. Well, he could just shut down his curiosity about this altogether. The big three sisters of the Fuuma clan raised him to be a gentleman after all.
"Ninja Art, Climax Diversion...Ahhh! Oohhh~ !"
He didn't hear her climax. He didn't see her biting the lower lip while being released from the pent-up pleasure. He didn't feel the hormones acting up.
Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Then repeat.
After a short while, his hands moved away from the ears.
"Asagi-sensei."
He turned around, then froze. His mouth hung, flushed face stared at the mentor who flopped down next to a wet floor. Asagi's inner thighs damped by the arousal nectar, and it continued to leak from the inside of her skirt. She covered her mouth, suppressing the longing to voice out an euphoric tension. Her body trembled slightly while the stimulated urge lessened.
"It's...over, it seems." She muttered softly.
The Love Crest on her lower abdomen was blinking through the clothes, its light grew dim. She managed to endure through it.
"Sensei." Kotaro headed over to offer a hand.
"I'm sorry you saw an unsightly side of me." She smiled thinly, an expression that was both cute and awkward.
He didn't mind, and he wouldn't dare saying it out loud. The moment she grabbed his hand, the crest immediately shone again. Asagi's lips pressed together before another moan could slip out, her body became stiff in the coming waves of pleasure.
Seeing the Love Crest persisted, Kotaro knew they were running out of options. Nah, there was no option to begin with. He picked her up and let her rest on the sofa before facing the immovable door again.
"Asagi-sensei, I know we've been keeping this a secret from Gosha."
His normal left eye closed.
"But it's time I take that risk."
Then, the other eyelid began to move. The slumbered Evil Eye awakened as their last resort.
His right arm cocked back, Taima energy constructed and covered his fist.
[Yatsu Murasaki's Style: Immortal Strength]
Blending Murasaki's Special Art into the clenched fist, Kotaro reinforced his physical prowess, preserving all that built up for a single move. He threw a straight punch at the door, shockwaves from the impact recoiled across the office.
The object didn't break.
However, wavy-like motions spread from the surface where his fist collided. Colors of the wall, the desks, the floor and everything briefly distorted once those waves traveled through them.
This spoke volumes about their whereabout. No wonder his voice couldn't reach the other side of this door. This room was merely a replica of the real location.
They've never left that strange world.
The right eye saw something else, a discovery normal visions could never detect. Particles of light that formed together a thread was coming from him. As he followed the other end of that thread, it led right to Asagi. It linked to her body by the Love Crest.
To the one who stole Dakini's magic and pulled this stunt on them, well-played.
"It doesn't go away." Asagi touched the mark. "Fuuma-kun, you can sense it too, don't you? This crest somehow connects us both."
The essence made of Taima energy particles vibrated in that one transparent thread. Being an Elite and an expert in utilizing her energy for Hawk Art, Asagi felt the connection as clearly as Kotaro could see it with the Evil Eye.
"Does this means I somehow involved in the making of that mark?" Confused, he asked. "What should we do?"
Asagi averted her gaze to the ground, she was considering a possibility. A small gasp left her lip, the effect of the stimulation continued to bother her.
"Since we're trapped here, there's no helping it. We have to try."
Asagi had an idea.
She licked the corner of her dried lip, seemingly nervous yet determined to see through a solution came up by her own resolve.
"Touch me."
She made a request to him and the Evil Eye.
"Yes?" Kotaro's eyebrows raised, wondered if he heard it right.
"Come here and touch me, Fuuma-kun."
Her hand reached out. He walked over without much hesitation.
Her feverish gaze was enchanting. He took the vacant spot on the sofa, next to her.
She kept her eyes on his face while he made a nervous glance at anywhere but her suggestive hints.
She could tell he was still holding onto the constraint of rational thoughts.
The Evil Eye awakened due to his resolve to get her out of this place. But with this development, the eye would consider Asagi's decision as another way to fulfill their goal since the Love Crest was linking them both.
Knowing Kotaro's nature, Asagi fully understood his nervousness. Thus, her taking the initiative was necessary. Asagi had experience in cases involving magic in the past as the Dark Realm spared no limit in its attempts to take over the human world.
The only way to solve them was to focus on the source.
For a Slave Seal, take down the caster or destroy the catalysts.
For a Corrupted Crest, same method.
The Love Crest was a complicated case, however, it consisted of many types.
In Eleonor's words, it could be invoked by different types of magic and the rituals for binding its effect to the victim were vary. Asides from Dakini's warning, they didn't know enough about the method used to engrave this mark on her body.
But...
There was one thing Asagi could be sure about.
Because this room was a solid duplicate of the real thing, trying their best to get out through the use of brute force wasn't the solution.
The Love Crest connected her to Kotaro, he somehow became a part of the reason why she received this.
"Urgh!"
She felt hot. Her sensitive body reacted strongly whenever her mind drifted to him.
If Kotaro was indeed chosen to be the catalyst of this mark by Dakini's stolen power, the fault lied within Asagi herself.
"Fuuma-kun."
His back straightened up while she leaned closer. His body grew stiff while she was about to let it loose.
"Go ahead."
Deep down, she knew the reason. Those unvoiced words and feelings that should be kept hidden ended up being used to make her like this.
"Okay."
With a firm respond, the Evil Eye stared into her. Even now, Asagi couldn't make out its true appearance. It looked like a mixture of darkness and light, showing a bizarre visual that can hardly be defined. It was Fuuma Kotaro's most well-kept secret which only a few others were aware.
Asagi wanted it to see through her, to pick out the thoughts she couldn't afford to form with just words.
Slowly, his hands came up and stopped midway. His rational side was holding him back.
Asagi understood the gesture. Her request might have been too much to ask, too different from the perfect Almighty Taimanin image he'd always seen in her.
The effect of the Love Crest had already caused the change in her. Perhaps, she should be the one to calm down and endure this.
"Never mind." She said. "We should...we should find anoth-"
"Sensei, I get where we're going with this." Kotaro suddenly spoke up. "Me being the catalyst for this mark must be the most ridiculous thing to acknowledge."
He knew.
"Since I'm not the original spell that causes this, the Evil Eye can do nothing about it."
That visual made of both light and darkness began to spin like a vortex. It gleamed a newfound resolve to strengthen his will for this moment.
"This is our only option to try. I'll make it quick, sensei...no, Asagi."
Whether it was due to the crest affecting her emotion or she was longing for it, a delightful smile showed on her glossy lip.
"Let me feel your touch." Her voice came out sweetly. "Fuuaahh~ !"
Asagi arched her back, her whole body leaped up in a shiver. The Love Crest shone brighter in Kotaro's touch, his hand was placing right where it was visible through her clothes.
[Bedroom Art: Sensitivity Enhancement]
"Fu-Fuuma-kun! Using Bedroom Art... Mmmhh...is too much! I'm...haahh~! I'm feeling it all at once!"
She grabbed his shirt, pulling with her strength slipping by the seconds. She felt the heat coming in the double. Both legs closing shut, her jaw clenched, withholding the sensations.
Having the other arm circled around Asagi's back, Kotaro pulled her closer and spoke to her ear.
"Don't hold in. Let it flow, Asagi."
To hear her name addressed in a sensual whisper, Asagi loosened and drew hot breathes. The hand tracing the shape of the Love Crest made her lip parted and stayed agape. Caressing her lower abdomen right now was a cheating move, but Asagi didn't want him to stop.
All these things he did to her barely scratched the surface of the iceberg.
Still, the Love Crest won't disappear with just this much. She'd never once expecting the problem to be solved that easily.
After another gasp, she finally threw away whatever left of that unrequited resistance.
Kotaro caught her reaction. The Evil Eye continued to trace that sweet stimulus, which born from the magical engraving. His hand began to reach further downward.
Asagi writhed her hip to the slick movements under the skirt. Her mind went blank, paving the way for that needy acceptance to be satisfied thoroughly with the underwear pushed aside for one smooth entry. The pleasure across her body gushed out, covering his hand in her warm juice.
The crest flicked dimly. They needed more exposure to fully take away its effect.
"Do you need a break?"
What a gentleman, he showed concern as her breaths became heavy. But she preferred him to keep going.
"D-Don't stop….haaahnn!"
Asagi didn't see it coming. He gave a nibble kiss to the curve of her ear as a reply. It wasn't her most sensitive part, yet the touch was sending shivers all over her skin.
Because he was doing it while being amplified by the Bedroom Art, it worked wonder.
She tried reaching for the hairclip to undo her hair. The sweet sensations around the ear and down below the navel made it difficult for her to focus. Asagi's desire kept herself busy, her arm fell back to the sofa and stayed there to support the lifting of her hip, which gradually added more force to each thrust, grinding into Kotaro's hand. Her hip began moving back and forth to keep up with the pace of his fingers, rubbing and skillfully kneading her most inner place.
Kotaro noticed her intention falling short to the built-up ecstasy. While supporting her back with the forearm, his free hand grabbed the hairclip and pulled, allowing her long dark hair to flow.
Asagi smiled at the young man's keen observation. Maybe it was due to the Evil Eye fortified his focus, Kotaro fully committed into helping her to release the sweet sensations in her body.
While he kept his emotions in check, his face still flushed like hers. With all these actions going on between them, that reaction was so cute.
"Let me….mmhhh~!"
His hand just felt so good that her words involuntary lost in another wave of pleasure. Asagi squirmed, her chest heaved while the dripping wall clenched briefly for a soft and wet release. She drew a long refreshing sigh and lowered her waist, leaning back on the cushion.
"Let me take off my blouse."
He nodded his head and was about to retract his hand from under the skirt. However, she stopped him with surprising speed by catching the moving hand through the garment. Confused, Kotaro looked from the sudden grip to the hinting smile on Asagi's lip.
"Keep it here." She pressed his hand against that warm spot between the crotch. "And don't ever stop. Mmmmgggh~!"
Sticky wet fingers once again teased her flower bud, her moans followed by hot lusty breaths. But Asagi felt the slightest change as he touched her insides. His fingers wasn't this stiff seconds ago, somewhat awkward. He'd listened to her, but his serious side still took over most of the time. Kotaro had yet to be lured into the mood, only trying his best to help her get over this lust.
That won't do.
He needed to loosen up, to continue taking the lead in a proper way for this to work.
"Fuuma-kun."
Her hand came up to his face, caressing the hotness that driven by both the sexual stimulation and his concern. Her thumb traced a line along the cheekbone below Kotaro's Evil Eye.
"Even if this Love Crest won't disappear, it will never be able to harm me. We've trained for this."
The Almighty Taimanin persona in her remained strong.
"But….." Kotaro muttered.
"Is this your first time making a woman feel good?"
He sheepishly nodded his head. A sense of relief filled Asagi's heart, she was his first.
With this, she'd taken a step ahead of Saika….and the rest.
Asagi's teal eyes began gleaming a teasing light and licked her lip seductively while she unbuttoned the blouse. Her breasts spilled out, only held back by a sexy black bra. The proportion of that exposed chest quickly revealed the answer to why the blouse had been looking tight on her.
"I'm usually shy about this." She said. "But because it is you, I don't feel embarrassed about showing my body."
The strap undone. She sat there, topless.
The silky-smooth skin of her toned stomach was showing alongside the breasts, damped in sweat. Asagi's ripe body figure glowed in a lewd radiance. Kotaro's jaw hung, his eye grew wider and was fully on her, captivate by the mature womanly charms.
The Evil Eye blinked. It hinted a change in his emotion.
Kotaro put his hand to the top button of his shirt and in one smooth swipe downward, his shirt undone to reveal well-defined muscles. Upon seeing his naked torso, the Love Crest shone as Asagi's sensual gaze took in all that strong features which fitted into his frame. Like her, he was drenched in sweats. Little drops sliding down the olive skin, highlighted the broad chest and continued over the firm abs.
The sight struck right in her wanting, teal eyes turned ravenous.
"I'll pour my mind into this." He said.
Yes. That was something she would like to hear from him.
He brought her closer so she would lean on his tall frame. Asagi rested her head on his shoulder, the warmth radiated from his body and the direct skin-ship added more fuel to her sensitivity.
"You're getting wetter."
His occupied hand continued to work on her sweet spot.
"Fufu~. It means we're doing it right." Asagi grabbed his other free hand and led it to her breasts, to the erected nipples craving for his touch. "You need to focus on here too, Fuuma-kun."
Out of thin air, Taima particles appeared, swirling and gathering in his hands. Asagi instantly realized his intention.
"Oooohhhh~ !"
Kotaro was amplifying his touch using another Bedroom Art technique. He groped her breast while leaving one finger to play around her tip. Ah~! Down there! He was doing the same thing to her drenched petal down there, urging her release to come near!
Asagi raised her hip to brace that big overflow. However, Kotaro's fingers suddenly stopped moving altogether. The ecstasy filling her body and mind was cut short before reaching its climax. She met his Evil Eye in disbelief.
"Fuuma…..?!"
As the sensations slowly turned dim, Kotaro remained silent to her question.
Then…
The vortex within that bizarre eye spun. The invisible thread connecting them lit up with Taima energy flow, her normal eyes could see it clearly.
Light from the Love Crest enveloped the whole room.
He raised and shattered her frustration at the same time by reigniting that lust, pushing it over the limit where her body couldn't catch up. The fingertips constantly played and fondled her nipples, the other sticky hand was pressing on her erogenous spot without slowing down. She bent her back in his hold.
Gasp!
That sweet hotness in her lower abdomen burst forth.
Drowned in euphoria, a loud gasp rose from her throat as Asagi thrust her hip forward, into his hand. She tossed her head back, feeling the enormous release and the pleasure filled her senses to the grim. The endless nectar pouring from her moist crotch gave the carpet a darker color.
Trembling, her lower body still raised in the air until the rush of that bliss finally reached an end. With no more drop to spill, the tension in her leg muscles was gone. She landed her butt on the sofa with a wet flop.
"Oh~."
This feeling. This sensation. She had held back for so long till this moment where everything was dragged out by his touch. Despite his inexperience, the Evil Eye actually pulled him along to her desire. While it had such a fearsome power that can realize his knowledge of others' abilities, the eye also carried so much potential.
It was a secret only Asagi and a few aware of.
"Asagi, did it feel good?"
"Yes. It was amazing." She replied with a soft smile. "I didn't expect you to tease me at the end. How sly of you, Fuuma-kun."
Her vision became foggy in the aftermath of that big orgasm. She tried to look at his face now blurred by the built-up moisture in her eyes. She blinked away to let it glide down her cheeks. Her right hand which already wrapped around him moved to the back of his head, stroking his hair.
Kotaro, in turn, gazed at her lip where the hot breaths continued to draw and faded.
The calm and collected look in the Evil Eye was a contrast to his next action. His hand, which taken out of the skirt and was wet from the nectar, touched her chin and raised it, then he brought his face closer.
But Asagi had a different idea.
She lifted her chin from his hand and sucked on the fingers. The warm sloppy feel spread in her mouth as her tongue licked and danced, tasting her own juice along with the firmness of his hand. Puffing the lip slightly, her teeth aligned around his thumb and gave it a tender bite. The sounds she made was certainly lewd, she was glad the bulge in his pant stuck out further to this level of temptation, not to mention she was just about to take over the leading role in this physical contact.
Smooch!
Asagi withdrew her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva stretched from the fingertip and faced him. Without the need to say anything, he sealed her lip. Asagi moaned, pressing herself further into the damp sensation that made her mind turn elated. He did the same.
Their mouths opened to welcome the softness that added more heat to their bodies. The entanglement of the tongues lasted until Kotaro realized he'd forgot to breath and made a clumsy cough. Asagi pulled him right back in, not allowing him to break away from their tongue wrestling. She was fierce, yet he kept up with the pace.
"Mmmhh~!"
From their bodies, the discharged Taima particles blended and overlapped the Love Crest's glow, turning its into to a dim mark.
The two finally pulled away, feeling refreshed as the euphoria in her descended. While she refilled the air in her lung, he sneaked a peck on her lip. Caught by surprise. Asagi giggled and returned the same lovely gesture to the corner of his lip.
"Fuuma-kun, how was the taste?" She whispered.
The Evil Eye closed, he darted his tongue around the lip to reaffirm the opinion.
"It's sweet."
She playfully tapped his chest with her fist.
"Do you really have to think over my question instead of giving an instant reply?"
"Hahah, I'm kidding!"
"How cheeky."
The Love Crest on her abdomen now reduced to a small pink heart shape.
"Looks like the effect is truly over." Asagi touched it, feeling nothing. "But the mark doesn't vanish."
"As long as Dakini's stolen magic is still out there and not getting dispelled, it'll continue to remain." Kotaro concluded. "She didn't give us a name, this is going to be toughed. Sensei, should we speak to everyone about this?"
He earned a blank stare.
"Sensei? Call me Asagi when we're alone." She addressed and glanced at the bulge that somehow had calmed down in his pant. "You're back to normal so quickly?"
Kotaro looked away, scratching the back of his head.
"Eh, I used Climax Diversion on myself."
"Oh?" Asagi raised an eyebrow, her lip curved up with a mysterious intention.
Then, her hand slipped.
"Guhhk?!"
She grabbed his middle leg through the clothes much to his startle.
"Fuuma-kun, you don't want to come by my touch?"
Asagi smiled, a dark aura emanated from the expression. More sweats pouring out of his forehead.
"I thought the intention here was to help you get over the sexual urge!" He quickly said. "We succeeded, didn't we?!"
"What if it wasn't enough and you couldn't catch up?" She forced through the blush. "What if I wanted to relieve you? Proper intimate skin-ships should go both ways."
Kotaro was baffled for a while.
"Sorry, Asagi. Because what happened was due to the magic from the crest, I wanted to free you from it. I wanted to make you feel good as much as possible if that was the right way to reduce the effect. I've never thought about what you just said."
Her skirt unzipped and casted on the floor.
"Then let's make up for it." In a sultry voice, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's time for you to feel good too, Fuuma-kun."
The Evil Eye suddenly opened wide, not because of the way Asagi pressed her body against him.
The room which was a duplicate of the real world began to shift in colors. The colorless realm reappeared before them and changed back to the Headmistress Office at Gosha Academy.
They were back in their own world.
Knock Knock!
Both startled, someone was knocking on the door and the knob turned. No one locked it!
Through the gradually widening gap, Murasaki in her lab coat was behind the door. She was about to see them in a half of their birthday suit!
[Wind Art: Passing Whirlwind]
Within the blink of an eye, a small whirlwind rose in the office. The airflow shifted following his hand and struck the door, forcing it to close shut. Using Asagi's speed, he locked it. Ten consecutive hand signs done in mere seconds before he placed a hand on her shoulder.
[Igawa Asagi's Style: Koujinka]
By utilizing the signature Hawk Art, their movements accelerated while the world slowed down for a short period. He helped her putting the clothes back on, sweats on their bodies and the wet spots around dried off in the flowing cool air.
"Asagi!"
Before the jutsu ran out its activation timing, he used that last second to kiss her fully on the lip before leaping through the window.
The Evil Eye entered another slumber as the resolve fulfilled.
Koujinka was over. Asagi returned to the normal flow of time, fully composed and collected as the Headmistress all Taimanins came to know and respected. She unlocked the door for Murasaki to enter the office.
"Asagi-sama, what was that gust of wind just now?! Are you alright?!"
"I'm fine, Murasaki. I opened the window for some fresh air. The wind blew strong today, it's all good."
The daily tasks continued on.
Sigh.
What a shame, their tender moment was just about to go even further. While Kotaro was inexperienced, the Bedroom Arts did help. Still, Asagi didn't have the opportunity to show what she could do to him raw and without the help of those carnal techniques. The nights spent with wines and deliriousness at home had taught her much.
Since he was the catalyst of her Love Crest, they would always be connected through it.
However…
If this mark acted up again, the next time would be her turn. Kotaro could expect his preferences in women to be thoroughly satisfied.
Igawa Asagi kept such a promise to herself.
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Author's Note: So...I decided to try something new once in a while.
Thank you for reading. Take Care!