47 Downtime

"Hey…? What are you guys doing up here?" Nakayama inquired. "Shouldn't you be down there getting treated or something?"

"Mhm." Yasuko nodded with his blank face, his hands at his sides vulnerably.

"Yeah, he's kinda got a point." Kiyomi chimed in. "You two are a little roughed up."

"I came up here to drink my water and then go piss," Chiaki said with a hand on his hip, grabbing his bottle of water from his spot on the bleachers, unscrewing the top, and downing it like no tomorrow.

"I returned with the same purpose," said Yasuko with monotony. "I would prefer to hydrate myself first rather than fix up a few scratches." He walked over and grabbed his water bottle.

"Understandable, I guess," muttered Nakayama before changing his volume to a conversational level. "By the way, guys, I was impressed! I didn't know you two were so skilled at fighting."

"Compared to you, at least." Chiaki retorted, completely finishing his water in a matter of seconds.

"I fucking knew he'd say something like that." Nakayama thought. "Well, at least he didn't diss my entire existence like I predicted."

"I happen to be fairly skilled as a young fighter," Yasuko said without a shred of emotion, not even gratitude for the compliment he'd received. "I suspect you'll all be around that level once you graduate from your freshman year. Watch out for that final exam, though."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me." Nakayama began, recalling the whole discussion about Kiyoshi graduating high school as a level 5000. "Just who the hell was the guy in the middle? Do you have any idea who he is?"

Chiaki crushed his water bottle.

"I'm heading to the bathroom," he announced, taking a step in the direction of the stairs.

"U-uhm…!" Koko spoke up, catching Chiaki's attention. "I-I have to go, too." He waddled his little feet onto the platform, which could only just barely touch, and took a step forward.

Chiaki held his hand out. "Come on, I'll take you."

Koko walked forward, put his little hand into Chiaki's, and the two began to walk down the seemingly endless flight of stairs that led to the bottom. On the side in which the entrance to the stadium existed, the wall there was simply just that, with no bleachers. There was a sign that indicated a restroom area, to which there were two large, open doorways separated by gender. That was, naturally, where people would go to relieve themselves.

Now that he'd been looking around, he also noticed a large area that hovered above but was just behind the bleachers opposite to where he was. It looked to be made out of some antique wood, not to mention the completely tinted windows, disabling his ability to see anything inside. Though, from that distance, it wasn't as if he could've seen much.

"Unfortunately, Koko needed to use the bathroom right at this moment," Yasuko said, looking back at the fleeing tomgirls. "Well, it does not matter. We'll talk once everyone is back." He took a slight bow after turning to look right back at Nakayama and Kiyomi. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I must urinate."

"You...didn't have to say it like that…"

As Yasuko turned around to walk down the flight of stairs, the sound of someone tapping on a microphone echoed throughout the entire stadium.

"Ahem! Ladies and gentlemen?" the same man-child announcer spoke quite clearly. "For the sake of getting our remaining fighters treated and allowing you all to relieve yourselves, if necessary, we've initiated 20 minutes of downtime. Please feel free to use the restroom, eat something, or wait patiently for the next round to start. Thank you!"

"Hm. Right on time." Yasuko commented with his typical blank expression.

"Right on time?" Nakayama inquired. "What, so, you knew they'd be taking a break?"

"Yes. They always allot time between the elimination and bracket rounds, though I believe last year's time was 30 minutes as compared to this year's 20. Perhaps it has to do with the reduction of fighters. Regardless, I shall see you in a moment." He took another bow, lifting up the edges of his skirt a little, and walked down the steps.

"See ya," said Nakayama with a smile, to which he then proceeded to sigh as if a weight had been lifted for whatever reason.

"..."

For a second, it almost seemed as if he was alone, until a familiar voice of a certain person not too far away---

"Na...ka...ya...ma!"

Kiyomi's voice became louder and louder as he dramatically pronounced Nakayama's name. Before the level 1 had realized it, Kiyomi had gotten up from his seat and plopped his plump butt, hidden by a skirt, in his lap.

"D'oof!" Tadashii grunted as the impact from Kiyomi's bottom-left him shocked. In fact, it even hurt a little, as the femboy had landed directly on his crotch. "Agh! H-hey, what are you doing?"

"Well…" Kiyomi began with a cheeky smirk. He put a finger up to his chin and looked back at Nakayama with mischievous eyes. "Since we're alone, lemme sit in your lap~!"

"Well, it looks like you've already made yourself comfortable." Nakayama scoffed.

"Then you can't say no at this point, can you?"

"I wouldn't go that far! Don't get cocky."

"So, what? Do you dislike me sitting in your lap or something?" Kiyomi inquired with a lecherous tone, his eyebrows raised.

"...W-well, I…"

"Nope, stop it right there!" Kiyomi transferred the finger from his chin to Nakayama's lips to silence him. "The fact that you hesitated means you secretly like it. And now, I won't take any other answer!"

"What the hell…?" Nakayama inquired to himself. "Why is he so adamant about sitting in my lap?"

He took another glance at the tomgirl's body. The sensation of him sitting on his crotch was something he couldn't help but think about the entire time. Since everyone in the first magic academy quadrant wasn't supposed to know about the event, they, naturally, were all wearing their uniforms. That meant that Kiyomi, Koko, Chiaki, and Yasuko were all wearing their normal, deep blue skirts, and Nakayama his formal attire.

Hidden beneath the skirt existed, by all definitions of what he was supposed to be wearing, a pair of panties locked onto Kiyomi's thighs. That was pressed directly up against his crotch, which, unfortunately, excited him in ways he didn't know whether or not was allowed. Not only that, but Nakayama had never truly been able to appreciate just how round and plump Kiyomi's ass was until this very moment. The position they sat in was quite inappropriate by most definitions.

Kiyomi leaned his head back onto Nakayama's sturdy shoulder, his pink hair slightly grazing the level 1's cheek. With a soft voice, he whispered something.

"Heeyyy~..." he breathed a warm, minty breath on Nakayama's neck to get his attention. It was almost as if he was teasing him. Nakayama's face went a little red and he jumped ever-so-slightly in reaction to Kiyomi's breath.

"Wh-what...what is it?"

"Hmm~..." Kiyomi hummed and stared Nakayama in his eyes deeply with a smug, mischievous grin, the back of his head resting on the taller one's shoulder. "What would you say...if I did this~...?"

"H-huh?"

Kiyomi reached his hand up and placed it gently on Nakayama's cheek as if it was something to hold onto. Then, with that same, round butt of his hidden beneath a skirt and panties…

He started to move back and forth directly on Nakayama's crotch.

"W-woah! H-hey, w-wait…!" Nakayama spoke hastily in a whisper as to try and not catch any attention, though, from the outside, it would've looked a bit fruitless as people existed all around.

Kiyomi pulled himself up a little, still wiggling his ass around in Nakayama's lap, and whispered to him.

"Oh~? I think you're already hard. I can feel something poking me there…"

"W-wait!" Nakayama whispered right back, placing his hand over Kiyomi's. "W-we can't! There's so many people around…! Everyone'll see-guh…!"

The sensation became stronger as butterflies swirled around in Nakayama's stomach and his soldier standing tall and proud beneath a collection of fat on Kiyomi's body. Even though he was only being dry-humped, it felt good.

"Relax~. For all they know, I could just be positioning myself a little." Kiyomi whispered. Even though Kiyomi had made an attempt at reassuring him, Nakayama still felt that wasn't even the issue.

In this city, people felt a certain way about the femboys, that much was true. That would also mean that they were able to completely differentiate them from girls while still holding that sexual confusion when they looked at them. So, seeing a femboy such as Kiyomi sitting so close to the standard male probably was quite the sight. And, on top of that, he was in his lap. Something like that was definitely not something people could just gloss over as if it was no big deal, at least in Nakayama's mind. There were probably people looking at them from all over the stadium wondering what the hell they were doing.

And yet....even with that knowledge…

Although he knew both the possibilities of being observed and the heavy consequences that could occur if they were caught doing something so lewd...

He couldn't help but get even more excited.