Training Begins

"Didn't you say she was at college?" I asked, looking towards Megumi who pushed me in through the door to her room. Honestly, the last thing I expected from Megumi was her to be this frantic about not getting caught by her sister of all people, she was even chucking my clothes at me while reaching for her own.

Megumi didn't even bother putting on a bra, just slipping on her shirt, her nipples easily seen through the white fabric of her clothing. "She was meant to be staying behind with a few of her friends. I don't know why she's back so early, it's not like her."

"And why do you care?" I questioned further, not having even attempted to get my clothes on.

"Because the last thing I want to do is prove her right." She retorted, looking to me in a mixture of irritation and desire. There was a story there though, something that linked back to what her sister said to Megumi about her friends. I didn't know what it was, but I sure was interested to find out. "Can you please get changed?"

I considered for a moment, refusing. "Fine." I relented, pulling on my shirt. "But you owe me one."

That got Megumi's attention, the more adventurous and sexual side of her taking over when she heard the not so subtle undertones of my words. "What would you want in return for this favour?" Yet a more rational part took over just for a moment. "And no, I'm not going to give you a threesome with my sister."

Would I lie and say that thought hadn't crossed my mind? No, because anyone that knew what Ayami looked like would want not only a threesome with Ayami and Megumi, but more than likely a foursome with Ayami, Megumi and Arisa. I know for certain that the thought had crossed my mind on many, many occasions. But that was so simple and easy that it was honestly a waste of a good opportunity to waste my favour upon, mainly because it wouldn't work. If it would then you can guarantee I would be asking for it.

Alas, life was never as fair as to allow something as desirable as that to be easy.

"Mhmm, let me think." I reacted quickly, grabbing the boxers that were thrown at my face. Smirking slightly, I slipped them on, pulling on my jeans soon after.

"Think quicker, would you?"

"She's not even coming up the stairs." I shot back, looking towards the mirror where I could see both myself and Megumi. "Besides, just getting changed isn't going to convince anyone that we didn't just have sex. The smell also proves it, by the way, you might want to double-check that we didn't leave anything behind in Ayami's room that could possibly reveal what we did in there unless you want her to know?"

Megumi's eyes widened in response, she quickly darting out the room and no doubt rushing towards Ayami's room. I myself leisurely followed her out, school blazer held in one hand as I made my way down the stairs.

I was a little disappointed that my time with Megumi had been interrupted, but that was fine. Alleviating some of the stress was always good for one's soul and I had alleviated a lot of stress today. Perfect for my training with Ingrid tonight, it would keep me focused on actually learning magic, rather than on thoughts of fucking her.

This world really was not good for my mind, nor my hormonal body.

"Mikoto?" Ayami questioned in shock at seeing me come downstairs, her eyes widening even further upon seeing the state of clothing. My hair was a mess, more so than usual, my lips were bruised and I had a few hickeys on my neck that with my top button undone, were clearly seen. Overall, there was no denying what I had been doing upstairs with Megumi.

"Afternoon Ayami, how was college?"

By reflex, she responded. "It was good." But her gaze was more focused upon the hickeys, her eyes slightly losing focus as she no doubt imagined what exactly happened upstairs. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I ran into your sister on my way back from school, she found out I had been a little stressed recently with school and offered her new massage technique to help relieve some of it." There was a slight flush to Ayami's cheeks upon my choice of words. "I even learned a bit of it myself, she says I'm a quick learner and very good with my hands. If you're stressed with college, I'd be more than willing to offer my assistance."

"Ye-NO!" It seems that snapped her back into reality, almost jerking away. "N-no, tat won't be necessary, Mikoto, thank you."

Still flushed and embarrassed, Ayami made her way upstairs, more than likely to confront Megumi. "Nice seeing you, Ayami." I called after her, eyes locked upon the swaying of her ass before she disappeared upstairs. "Ah, that was fun."

-X- Line Break -X-

Laying back in my bed, I looked up to the ceiling, both hands locked behind my head. Issei had returned from work along with Yurine and Mio, the latter two going home. Gorou had also returned home from work, him going straight to his room to finish off some work.

I honestly felt a little bad for Issei, his dad was always working, his mother was gone and I well, I wasn't exactly a proper brother to him, despite pretending to be one. Ingrid tried her best to fill in the gap, but honestly, it wasn't much.

However, as much as I pitied him, there was not much I could do to change it.

Decisions, whether they be right or wrong had been made and there was no changing them. I especially had no opportunities open to me, Ingrid having already agreed to tutor me in magic. That would be my main focus now, after all, I had nearly lost to Saeko in our duel.

Magic was highly dangerous, something I had already known yet not fully appreciated. My lack of interaction with it was one of the reasons I had not been fully prepared for Saeko and why I nearly lost. I underestimated what she, as a human could do with magic, yet she proved to be a highly dangerous foe nonetheless. As much as I didn't want to admit it, without the secret techniques of the Niko Style, I would have lost our duel.

That was not good enough, not for me.

I had risked so much, trained my ass off and for what? To nearly get beaten by Saeko of all people? Someone who in their world, didn't have magic? That was unacceptable and I wouldn't stand for it.

However, it put in perspective other things for me.

For one, how high I could climb.

If someone like Saeko could achieve that, then what could I do? I must have some advantages considering the fact that I had been brought into this world. That was how stories like this usually worked, didn't they? The titular character was given some unique ability or prodigious talent that would allow them to grow and excel to the point they stood unchallenged as the greatest being in the world?

My magic had been sealed away, blocked by something that not even Saeko had the answers to. That was not an advantage, that was a disadvantage. My skills in training were not prodigious, it may appear as such, but I had an advantage. That being I was an older man in the body of a child, capable of processing information in a way that a child was physically and mentally incapable of at that age. There had to be something else, something that would give me the boost needed to rapidly rise through the ranks.

I had to believe that this wasn't all there was to me.

Hearing a knock at the door, I turned to see Ingrid stepping inside. She had gotten herself dressed, no longer wearing the negligee I had seen her wear in brief glances when her door wasn't fully closed.

Unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected.

Instead, she was wearing just ordinary clothes, stuff that she wore to do menial tasks around the house. They did little to detract from her natural beauty, but still, like most men, I wished she had worn that negligee.

"So, how do we do this?" Was I very aware of how...inappropriate that sounded? Yes, I was, but I wanted to see how she would react and well, not even so much as a blink.

Pulling out the chair at my desk, Ingrid sat down, placing a pencil upon the edge of my bed as I sat upright. "First of all, you need to know something, I may be a Vampire, but I wasn't born this way. I was human once, part of a group of individuals that hunted down and killed supernatural beings for a living."

So more than likely she had made a mistake or encountered someone more powerful than she was ready to face, resulting in her turning. There was a story there, once I was very interested in learning, but one I doubted I'd get answers to at all just yet. Maybe when she grew to trust me more in the future? Something to work on in the future, just not right now.

"The magic that humans learned is fundamentally different to the magic used by every other species." Ingrid continued, I leaning forwards in interest. "While created in the image of God, humans did not possess the innate talent for magic that other species have. Where we can simply think and imagine, humans had to find another way. They broke through that barrier by applying it as a form of science, using equations and other means to use magic."

Great, just great.

As if my life couldn't get even harder, I now had to struggle to use magic that every other species could use easily.