That garden was always filled with bright
sunlight and a gentle scent of grass.
The girl sitting at the white wood table
and sipping at a teacup was FeTUS Witches Miss A. Her lovely blonde hair was
fluttering in the wind.
It scattered a glittering light whenever
the comb passed through it, so it seemed to be releasing a fairy’s magic
powder.
“…Sigh.”
The only problem was how the refreshing
breeze was drowned out by a sigh.
A tall woman in a maid uniform was combing
the young lady’s hair. The woman was probably at least one hundred ninety
centimeters tall and she had the lung capacity to match.
“Miss D, if anything is troubling you, then
tell me instead of just sighing. It tickles.”
“Uuh~~. You’ll actually listen~?”
The maid spoke sweetly and clung to her.
But at 1.5 times her height, she nearly crushed the girl.
“The kids at school are so mean~. Just
because I’m a liiiittle more developed than normal, they always make fun of my
height~.”
“That is a sign of affection.”
“But calling me a Demon God is going too
far. I have a maiden’s heart, you know?”
“Whoa, whoa.”
Just having the woman rub up against her
caused the girl to shake so much she thought the chair would break.
She could not drink her tea like this, so
she shrugged and reached for the candy on the table instead. She rolled the
candy around in her puffed out cheek and spoke to Machina who was watching from
the other side of the table.
“What do you think, Miss E? Is there a
problem with Miss D at school?”
“Negative. She has perfectly blended into
her teaching job and her targets of observation have shown no signs of noticing
she is a member of FeTUS. There is no problem.”
“I see. I was worried given how she looks,
but there shouldn’t be a problem as long as we can use her as a trump card.”
“What do mean ‘how she looks’~~?” (Tremble
tremble)
“Whoa, whoa.”
Miss A was helplessly shaken in her seat.
It did not look like the maid’s complaining
would end anytime soon, so Miss A dealt with her own hair by giving herself a
symmetrical hairdo using scrunchies.
Machina ignored them and enjoyed her tea.
The tea party in the bright garden
continued despite the noise.
“A trump card you don’t intend to use is
meaningless.”
Until a stray cat interrupted, that is.
A sharp voice seemed to slice through the
air and tear that peaceful world to shreds. The blue sky, never-ending grassy
plain, and floral-scented wind all vanished and the tea party was wrapped in
darkness. Only the white wood table remained.
The three witches all turned toward the voice.
“Mankind can no longer afford to hide its
hand. We should abduct that boy immediately.”
A woman stood there.
It was Miss C, aka Black Cat. Her hands
were clasped behind her back and she stood tall like a pillar of steel, but she
was an impulsive woman with sharp vertical slits for pupils.
“Don’t look so displeased. I can’t enjoy my
tea like this.”
Miss A sighed and snapped her fingers.
The room’s image of a peaceful plain
returned. The maid began preparing another serving of tea, but Black Cat ignored
the proffered cup.
“Enough is enough, Miss A. When do you plan
to hold the inquiry?”
She approached the young lady, but the girl
did not seem worried and held her mouth as she spoke, since she was not yet
done sucking on her piece of candy.
“When the time is right. Wait a while
longer.”
“To hell with that! Maintaining the status
quo might be convenient because you can ignore the discontent in our ranks, but
while you’re sitting around here, we have no idea what the Adam boy will do!”
She struck the table in anger. The white
wood easily broke, knocking the cups and tea snacks to the ground.
The girl shrugged in annoyance and bit into
the candy in her mouth.
“Have you already forgotten your previous
failure?”
“…”
The unhidden sharpness in the words pierced
through Black Cat.
“You must know the truth now. It is
impossible for us to forcibly restrain the Adam boy named Fujita Mutsuki. It is
impossible for any woman.”
“Kh…”
The steel woman grimaced as she recalled
what had happened.
Two weeks before, Black Cat had defeated
the boy’s bodyguard, but she had failed to secure him himself. She had been
aroused by his power – by Adam’s power to rule all women – and she had been
forced to flee.
The humiliation must have returned to her
mind because she clenched her teeth.
“And of course, we can’t just use a man. If
the other Serpent’s Eye were to show up, the boy would fall into that woman’s
hands and we would lose all hope for the future.”
Miss A calmly swept aside Black Cat’s
opinion and signaled to the maid.
When the maid touched the scattered pieces
of the table and ceramic cups, they regenerated so perfectly that no seams
could be seen. She prepared new tea in the same cups.
The young lady looked no older than six,
but she was actually a witch who had lived for over six hundred years. She
plainly showed off the dignity of her age as she faced Black Cat. The woman’s
shoulders trembled in anger, but she was forced into silence.
Somewhat aged wrinkles entered the girl’s
youthful face.
“I understand your impatience, but now is
the time to wait. With heaven, earth, and hell gathered, the world could be
swallowed up by discord at any moment. And if an all-out war breaks out, we
will hold the weakest position.”
“How long must we wait?”
“That is up to the boy.”
The girl spoke quietly and calmly, leaving
the woman with nothing to say. Machina and the maid were watching all the
while, so an almost painful silence ruled the garden for a while.
“What if we wait, but the boy makes the
wrong decision?” Black Cat suppressed her intense emotions and spoke in a quiet
voice. “If he makes a different choice, conflict will come to this world.”
“Then that will be the new chapter of human history.”
“I can’t do it! All of human civilization
hangs in the balance, so I can’t leave it all up to a single boy! I refuse to
just wait!”
She held the ferocity of a starving lion
and yet maintained an intelligent look in her eyes.
She was a born warrior.
She was willing to spill blood if it was to
protect someone.
She would not hesitate to fight if it was
for something important.
“I trust in our power…the power of
knowledge. Man became man by eating the Fruit of Knowledge and has built up our
history until this very day.”
She turned her back.
“When awaiting an inquiry, you must remain
on standby until a decision is made. I cannot permit you to do anything
concerning that boy.”
Miss A’s sophisticated voice did not reach
that back which carried a dignified will.
“I know that. I will obey my orders and I
will not make an attack.”
She quietly added “I won’t anyway” just before leaving.
Silence filled the garden. The maid’s
expression had stiffened and wrinkles covered the girl’s brow. Machina was as
expressionless as always and she had not even set down the tea she had been
drinking.
“What a troublesome girl. I doubt she will
go on a rampage while being disciplined, though.”
Miss A sounded tired and she faced the girl
across the table from her. Machina immediately set down her cup and stood up.
“This is in your hands. Don’t neglect your
observation duties.”
“Positive.”
Mutsuki, as well as the angel and demon
that hung around him, currently attended Private Megutono Academy which was
built on a hill a short way out of town.
Several buildings had been built on the
large campus and it was constantly investing in the latest technology. A
security system was active at night, so it was entirely deserted. The school
did not even hire night guards anymore.
Anyone who could switch off the security
system would have the entire place to themselves.
A single figure wearing the school’s uniform
stepped out of the clock tower looking down on the town from the center of the
campus.
It was Machina. The school really was
nothing more than a private school, but a FeTUS branch had been newly
constructed below the hill for easy entrance when Fujita Mutsuki had enrolled. To
camouflage herself as a normal student, she went to the trouble of leaving from
a different entrance and returning through the main gate in the mornings, but
with no one else around, she walked straight from the clock tower without
hiding.
Her footsteps rang throughout the dark
school as she walked to her usual building, her usual classroom, and her usual
desk.
No, to the desk right next to it.
She peeked inside the desk. Fujita Mutsuki
was a diligent student, so he did not leave many of his school supplies at
school. She only found a pencil case and an English dictionary that was too
bulky to carry around easily.
This was not what she was looking for, so
Machina stood up.
“…”
She found what she was looking for on the
shelves at the back of the classroom where people stored their bags during
school.
A sports bag had been left in spot #12.
That was the space for Fujita Mutsuki.
He had apparently forgotten to take it home
after using it for the volleyball practice. Machina carried it over and dumped
its contents out onto his desk.
She found a somewhat damp PE shirt and
shorts, a track suit, and a student handbook.
The girl’s expression remained unchanged,
but her fingertips moved gently in satisfaction.
Golden lines danced out like strings of
honey. They rode the wind like silk threads and they were absorbed by the
surface of the handbook. The golden threads moved like living creatures to draw
mysterious geometric patterns and ultimately stopped glittering all at once.
They disappeared entirely.
That was a tiny Springloaded. She had not
used any before because Jiyuuni Ange would complain, but it was meant to
monitor Mutsuki and sound the alarm if necessary. As long as he carried the
handbook with him, she would know immediately if any danger befell him.
The girl had completed her errand.
“…”
But she suddenly opened the handbook.
Despite being born with the power to rule
all women, Fujita Mutsuki had apparently never interacted with girls much. Out
of all the photos inside the handbook, only one was with a girl.
Only the one with Jiyuuni Ange.
The girl sighed expressionlessly.
She thought she felt a prickling in her
chest, so she set down the handbook with a downcast look.
(Fujita-kun.)
Something churned in her heart.
“Impatience” was the closest description she could find and it was quite
unpleasant. And then…
“…Nn.”
She felt a tickling in her stomach and she turned her legs inward until her
knees touched.
She did not know why, but she could not
seem to calm herself. She decided to place his things back in the bag and leave
as soon as possible.
But when she folded up his clothes, a raw
sweaty smell wafted from the damp fabric.
As soon as she noticed it, her heart began
beating louder. Her heartbeat grew without end. It was almost painful.
The tickling in her stomach grew stronger
with it.
(Fujita-kun’s…smell.)
Without realizing how improper it was, she
brought the object in her hand to her nose.
It had been a hot day and he had worn the
track suit over his clothes during their volleyball practice. His clothes had
become quite sweaty and were still noticeably damp.
She took a sniff from close up. It was a
raw and wild smell that did not match her image of him. The line along the
collar was especially strong.
However, she did not find it unpleasant and
her nose even twitched as she sniffed some more. By the time she had filled her
lungs with his scent, her eyes had begun to grow damp.
(Oh, no. What am I doing?)
That was when she came back to her senses.
She quickly moved her face away from the
shirt that was close enough to touch her nose. She grew overly embarrassed by
the nameplate before her eyes that said “Fujita Mutsuki”, so she shook her
head.
“…”
But she noticed the student handbook out of
the corner of her eyes.
The prickling feeling grew again. It was an
unpleasant sense of impatience.
And that brought back the desire to sniff
at his scent.
“…Nn…”
She was in the school at night. She was
emboldened by the fact that this usually busy space was wrapped in a hidden
atmosphere of darkness and stillness.
She could not overcome the temptation. Her
emotions pushed her in a direction she would never have gone normally and she
brought the shirt to her mouth again.
She was hesitant, but she finally buried
her face in it.
As she breathed deeply, a tremor ran
through her body from the base of her legs to her head.
(Would you say this…stinks? But…)
A salty and almost fermented sour aroma
pierced into her nose.
She could not identify people by their
smell, but this was the one exception. She was confident that this was Fujita
Mutsuki’s scent.
Ibekusa Machina had no mother or father, so
he was the closest person to her.
(What is this feeling when I’m surrounded
by Fujita-kun’s smell?)
It was a strange feeling she had never felt
before. It was the polar opposite of the previous prickling and it seemed to
soften her emotions.
“Ahh…♡”
After a small sigh, she followed her
excited thoughts and embraced the shirt.
She so wanted to feel his lingering scent
and the plentiful sweat stains that she rubbed it against her cheek. Her entire
slender body twisted charmingly.
“Ah!”
An unexpected shock reached her from an
unexpected place.
She had leaned so far forward that the base
of her legs had struck the corner of the desk. The curved portion had perfectly
dug into the gap between her tightly clenched thighs.
She blinked in surprise, but then she
exhaled.
She then pressed up against the desk
herself. She pressed the desk through her skirt and against contents of her
panties.
A tingling ripple ran through her body. It
licked at the itching depths of her stomach and invited in ecstasy.
“Nhah…ah…ah…ah…”
The exposure to the boy’s wild scent made
her unusually bold. She rubbed the shirt against her nose while breathing
loudly enough to echo throughout the empty school.
Her closed thighs gradually spread and she
was soon straddling the corner of the desk. The hard wooden panel was squishing
her soft flesh.
(What…am I…doing?)
She had enough sexual knowledge to know
about normal masturbation, but she was unfamiliar with this abnormal act of
pressing up against a desk corner. She was incredibly confused by the fact that
she was not stopping.
However, she could not stop herself. She
did not want to stop herself.
(Fujita-kun’s shirt… Fujita-kun’s desk…
Fujita-kun’s…)
His residual scent seemed to have
hypnotized her.
“…Nkh.”
She tried licking at the sweaty smell
covering the fabric.
As soon as the saltiness registered on her
tongue, a heavy tingling filled her womb. Starting from the body part rubbing
against the hard desk, the tingling transformed into trembling pleasure.
Strength left her body and her upper body
collapsed limply onto the desk. Her skirt was pushed up onto her butt,
revealing the white thighs on either side of the wood panel and the cute pink
polka dot panties.
A wet stain had spread across the bottom of
her panties as if the shirt’s sweat were contagious.
“Ah…nn…nhah…ah, ahhh…”
The pretty heart shape of the butt
contained inside the polka dot panties wiggled back and forth.
Each time, the corner of the wooden panel
dug into the crotch. The sensitive mound inside had grown incredibly soft, so
its shape changed as she writhed about. If she had removed her panties now, the
contents of the crevice would surely have been entirely visible.
She was having trouble breathing, so she
subconsciously opened the front of her uniform, revealing the round breasts
that always felt restrained by her clothing because they were simply too large
for the rest of her body.
(I’m…horny. …This is so embarrassing.)
With her massive breasts fully exposed, she
noticed the light pink tips were plump and erect and realized just how shameful
she was.
Her nipples had a tendency of growing
obscenely large when she was aroused. Her bra and uniform were already too
tight, so the nipples only made the clothing feel all the more in the way and
oppressive.
She had not known this until Fujita Mutsuki
had shown her.
When he was around, that part of her body
would take on the form he would most want to suck on.
“Fu…Fuji…Fujita-kun… Nn…Fujita…-kun.”
It was not just those two points that were
reacting so shamefully. There was also a spot on her lower body that was
throbbing to make its presence known.
“…”
Unable to resist, she brought a hand
between her butt cheeks.
He had tormented this spot in the infirmary
before. She had resisted, but he had forcibly teased it.
And he had made it into a spot that still wanted
to be teased two weeks later.
“Nh…u-uuhhh…”
She simply let her index finger sink down
through her panties, but the bottom of that valley had already softened up
quite a bit. She only had to press in a little bit and her finger was swallowed
up along with the polka dot fabric.
“Ah…ah, ahh…”
She immediately felt like the sexual
particles contained inside her body were swelling out.
A tingling pleasure traced across her skin.
Her spine reflexively arched back and her weighty bust bounced one beat later.
Before she could even tell it to, her
finger wiggled around, loosening up the embarrassing anus visible through her
panties. She also began rubbing her vagina against the desk more boldly. Her
hips were now dancing right and left.
(What if Fujita-kun saw me doing this?)
The thought embarrassed her and made her
feel pathetic. She was a young girl pressing her crotch against a desk while
sticking a finger in her anus. She was sure he would view her with contempt.
Even so, she could not stop. She held his
unfolded track suit with her elbows and shifted the position of her nose on his
shirt. She moved from the collar to the armpit. The strong sweaty smell had the
same raw sensation as human skin. She did not sense anything from the side of
the shirt, but…
“…Uuh.”
She detected a familiar scent at the very
bottom of the shirt.
But the piece of clothing ended there, so
her focus turned to the shorts.
She of course hesitated and bit her lower
lip.
Her rational mind was insisting that she
must not do this, but…
(Th-this is Fujita-kun’s fault.)
Her crotch fidgeted on the desk corner. She
was only stimulating the shallowest area, but the sticky pleasure of a much,
much deeper place was resurrected from the depths of her memories.
He was the one that had made her body so
sexual. He was the only one who had been inside her body and he was the only
one who had rubbed dozens if not hundreds of times against the sensitive flesh
within. As if marking her as his territory, he had sprayed his hot fluids
inside her womb, and that had remade her womb into such a lewd thing. So…
“…~~~…”
She brought the shorts to her nose.
It was the same raw small she remembered
from pleasuring him orally and it unconditionally melted her brainstem.
“Nhah…ah…ahhh!”
More than the stimulation from the desk, it
was his smell that filled her with almost painful levels of pleasure. She was
nearly on all fours now and her sexy body began bouncing.
“Ahh…Fujita…-kun. …I feel…so hot…”
She spoke aloud in the classroom for the
first time. Obscene carnal cries escaped her lips as the male smell guided her
to the border of ecstasy.
This was her first climax not provided by
Fujita Mutsuki and that fact filled her chest with a somewhat forlorn feeling.
Instead of a bursting flash of light, it
felt like the light was fading to darkness. Instead of a sense of floating, she
seemed to be falling. It was the opposite of normal and that alone made it
strange enough to give her goose bumps.
“Ah~~~~♡”
The hand holding his shorts and the finger
teasing her anus both stiffened. Her long legs stretched to their full length
and the line from her stomach to thighs wriggled like a slithering snake.
The corner dug in far enough it was
probably spreading her crevice. Deep within her panties, her inner flesh began
an outward surge.
The wavelike contractions continuously
sprayed her juices toward the polka dot fabric. There was far too much for the
nylon to absorb, so it dripped down her inner thighs and from the center.
“Kh…hh…ah…”
The wave was far weaker than those he gave
her and her legs went limp once it receded. She collapsed onto the desk.
“Pant…pant…”
She gasped for breath while blankly thinking
back on what she had done.
She wanted to hold her head in her hands.
Rather than the previous prickling feeling, she felt a heavy physical sensation
of displeasure on her back. Was this self-loathing?
But no matter how hard she tried not to
face what she had done, the wrinkled track suit and PE uniform were right
before her eyes, the corner of the desk was wet enough to glitter in the
moonlight, the residual pleasure remained in her body as a tingling, and her panties
were still digging into her butt.
(What…am I doing?)
The next morning arrived.
“Good morning, Ibekusa-san. The first bell
hasn’t even rung yet, so I’m surprised to see you here.”
“I’m sorry.”
Mutsuki stifled a yawn as he arrived at
school and Ibekusa Machina (who was in the classroom earlier than usual) immediately
apologized to him.
“What?”
“Please do not ask why, but I’m sorry.”
He had no idea what this was about, so he
tilted his head as he took his seat.
For a moment, he noticed a scent that
should not have been in a classroom, but it did not hold his attention. He was
a little curious why he had a brand new desk, though.
This had been a strange morning. Ange had
been blushing the whole time and she would look away whenever he tried to talk
to her. Machina was acting odd too, and…
“Good morning, Mutsuki-kun.”
“Good morning, Lucia-kun. …Hm?”
The last one was also acting odd. Lucia
would always embrace Mutsuki the instant he saw an opening, but today he sat in
his seat like a normal person. Then his upper body collapsed onto the desk.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…that woman seems to be
doing well.”
“?”
Ange, Machina, and Lucia were all acting
weird in different ways. Not that Mutsuki was in the best of shape after
getting so little sleep.
“Take your seats everyone.”
Their homeroom teacher, Katsue-sensei,
arrived.
“I have an announcement to make: Starting
today, classes will only last a half day. I will be meeting with you about your
plans for the future in the afternoons, so stay here if you’re scheduled for
today. If you want to practice for the game tournament, make sure not to interfere
with the club activities.”
The teacher briskly finished the
announcements like usual and the student in charge for the day had them all
stand and bow.
Mutsuki was worried about Lucia since the
boy did not seem to be doing well, but…
“Fujita.”
“Oh… Yes?”
“You’re getting careless with your bow. Do
it properly.”
“S-sorry.”
Their strict teacher scolded him, so he was
unable to speak to the boy.
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