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Yuuki drags me along the halls to the stairs and up towards the roof. All the while mumbling to herself. "This school is so weird. Witches, demons, vampires, what else? Werewolves?" she says and then glances back at me. "Sure. That's normal, right? Grandma never prepared me for this. I just need a little peace. Maybe a good hard fuck. Or maybe Shido-sensei is right, and I should just let go and surrender myself to him. He said if I were his if I let him do... that, then he would protect me. Maybe I- Maybe I should..."

What the fuck? She has more issues than National Geographic. That sounds like some weird manipulative sex cult shit going on there. Is that what that scumbag, Shido, is doing? He was all cult leader-like in the series, but he never touched the girls sexually himself. So why the change?

It was Testament that had the creepy teacher running the hentai blackmail scheme on girls and sexually assaulting them. At least until stalker god Ornis off'd him and took his place. What? Did the two douchebag teacher characters get mixed into an extra creepy predator flavor of douche?

I remember there were some kids in Orario mixed together like that. Like Bell Midoriya, the one with messy white hair and red eyes, who was scared of his own shadow but desperately wanted to be a hero even though he didn't have a quirk.

Or that other guy, Asta Uzimake, with the really loud personality and zero magical aptitude, but he swore up and down that "Never giving up is my magic. Believe it!" Really inspirational, but annoying as fuck. I'll bet dollars to donuts a kaiju demon beast is living in his soul or something.

It's kind of stealing my mojo there. I'm the damn transmigrated protagonist. Merging with some other character is a common trope for the hero, but if everyone gets in on it... then you end up with a world with a shortage of men because obviously a world custom stitched together for me would have a logical reason for widespread polygamy and women willing to share a single guy. Huh. Okay, that works for me.

Suppose Shido was like that and was combined with the creep from Testament. Just what a former all-girls school needs; a sex predator teacher with a talent for emotional manipulation and a god complex. Oh, fuck! He's the twat waffle that held Rei back. Did he try that with Rei? Did he-

Holy shit! The Takashi in me is riled up at that thought. My emotional attachment to Rei is much stronger than I anticipated. I didn't think I'd have such a strong reaction. I'm straight up thinking of murdering the fucker. Honestly, not a bad idea assuming Ornis didn't beat me to it.

'What happened?' Ddraig asks. 'I can feel your rage. It's igniting your bloodline.'

'Bad thoughts. Really bad thoughts.' I think back to her.

'Well, get it under control. If the seal on your bloodline breaks under these circumstances, you'll rampage, and I guarantee a lot of people will die,' she says.

'Got it,' I say. 'Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Not working. Not working at all.'

'Calm down,' I think. The Boosted Gear forms up over my left forearm and keeps growing up to the shoulder and over my pectoral. If it keeps going like this, it will cover my body in a few seconds. A burning sensation is crawling up my throat, and my vision starts to shift and heighten.

'Hold it together. There is no point in getting fired up right now. I'll just ask Rei... Ask Rei what? Ask her if she was molested by the sex predator teacher that held her back a grade? Oh, gods, I think I'm going to get sick thinking about this. Sage. I'm going to ask a stupid and completely inappropriate question because I don't like the idea of traumatizing someone else or myself by asking this directly. Depending on the answer, I may go on a homicidal rampage. Is Rei still a virgin?'

[...]

'Your silence is not helping, Sage!' I scream in my mind.

[Confirmed. Rei Miyamoto shows no signs of trauma to either the vaginal or anal passages.]

Issei.exe almost crashed at that phrasing. As my brain recalibrates and comprehends what Sage has said, I feel a little less raged out, and my breathing calms. The Boosted Gear retracts, and my heart rate slows. 'Thank you, Sage. A simple 'yes' would have sufficed.'

[Noted.]

Yuuki slams into the door at the top of the stairs that opens onto the roof. The fact that she didn't notice my near meltdown tells me how fucked in the head she is right now. Dragging me through the door, she pulls me to the side and pushes me up against the wall. The angry thoughts I had are dissipating, and kinky thoughts are invading.

Her comments from before, like a verbal cold shower, invade my thoughts. I remember Mira was all emotionally unstable on Tuesday when she tried to obliterate me with magic. 'Sage, can we scan her, please? Look for anything like a mental or emotional influencing effect or drug."

[Scanning... Magical signature detected.]

Shit! I fucking knew it. If there is one mind fucked hottie, there is bound to be more. 'Can I remove it without hurting Yuuki?'

[This is a magical parasite that has taken root in her mind and is feeding on her spiritual energy while keeping her in a heightened emotional state.]

'So, it's a creature. I'm guessing Impel Majester won't work then,' I think as Yuuki unties her uniform's corset.

[Negative.]

'Figures. Could I banish it without hurting her?'

[Calculating... It is possible to remove the creature using Banishing Shift, but doing so would require a high degree of precision and control.]

'Is there anything I can do to improve my precision and control to a sufficient level right now?' It's either that or I knock her ass out and bring her to the Student Council. Or maybe Chisato.

[Thought Acceleration (C): This ability dramatically improves synaptic response and reaction time, as well as improves the rate and precision of information processing. This ability also provides a level of protection against mind effects and illusions.]

[Using this ability in conjunction with Parallel Processing and guidance from the Sage ability should allow for a reasonable chance of success in removing the parasite with microbursts of Banishing Shift.]

'Excellent. Let's do this. Sage, help me target the problem.'

[Targeted.]

Yuuki was pulling at the button of my pants, and the world was about to get a lot breezier. I grabbed her shoulders and spun us, reversing our positions and pushing her up against the wall. The move jars her slightly and leaves me a fraction of a second opening to target the magical parasite thingy that Sage found and not suck her face into the zero dimension. I hope Lady Luck is smiling.

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It wasn't a single process. It was eight. Eight simultaneous micro uses of Banishing Shift. I have a fucking headache, and I didn't even get her tits in hand before she fell unconscious from being disconnected from that thing. I'd carry her to the nurse, but I'm going to need a few to recover.

A minute later, my headache starts to fade, and Yuuki lets out a pained groan. I have my back to the wall and am cradling her head in my lap. I didn't bother trying to retie her corset. Who's idea was it to make them part of a school uniform anyway? I'm not sure if I should kiss them or kick them, and then I remember Akeno and Rias and dedicate myself to finding and kowtowing the person who included a corset in the design.

"Ow... What the hell was that?" Yuuki asks without opening her eyes but instead covering them with both hands.

"Well," I say. "That depends on what you remember."

She peeks between her fingers. "I remember I was about to give you a blow job, but then you pushed me up against the wall, and everything went black," she says, obviously annoyed.

"Well, that's sort of accurate," I hedge, implying there is more to the story. "Obviously, I'm a little sad at the no blow job thing, but what do you remember from before that? Like, in the last few days."

She frowns. "I- I'm not sure. I remember class, but everything from more than a couple of hours ago seems a little fuzzy."

"Ballpark-it for me. About how far back was it that your memory got fuzzy?" I ask.

"Uh... I'm not sure. What's today?"

"Wednesday."

"Maybe a week ago?"

That's well before the incident with Mira in the Cooking Club. "Do you know a short blond girl with an attitude and a serious case of resting bitch face named Mira?"

"Yamana? Yeah, she's on the disciplinary team. I've... had a run-in or two with her. She's a witch. She and Shido-sensei called me in last week for supposedly lewd and unbecoming behavior."

I raise an eyebrow and indicate our positions. "Not that I judge or am innocent in that regard, but they may have a case."

She rolls her eyes. "Believe it or not, with a select few exceptions, I'm not that much of a slut," she says and then seems to weigh a decision as to whether or not to say more. "Consider the attitude me rebelling against my fate."

I frown and tilt my head in the universal sign of 'Huh?'

She takes a deep breath. "My family is planning to marry me off once I graduate. Probably to some old pervert as a trophy wife to score some political points, so I don't see much point in saving myself for a geriatric with a dozen other wives, all equally unsatisfied, just so that he can grope me while I'm changing his adult diapers."

"Well," I say, not shocked in the least. I could tell that there was a lot she was leaving out. "That sounds bleak."

"Yeah," She says, filled with melancholy. "So, how about it? You wanna pop my cherry?"

I blink. "I'm sorry, what? Are you serious?"

"About being a virgin? Yeah... Crazy, right? About giving my virginity to you?" she says and shrugs in silent noncommitment. Also known as the universal sign of 'I dunno, maybe.'

"Wait. I'm confused," I say, holding up and hand and squinting in concentration.

"What? About how someone with my reputation can be a virgin?" she laughs and, with a sigh, continues. "It's not easy. Most guys think I'm an easy mark, and when I won't give it up, they think I'm a bitch. Sure, I flirt, but I'll bet I've got a shorter list of intimate partners than you do."

"Considering my recently rapidly growing list, I would not take that bet."

"Really? Well, I've only had one, Tsunoda, who I was dating until he got tired of waiting for me to go all the way. He's the same fuck that, when we broke up, started the rumors that I was a total slut that fucked the baseball team between innings," she says and pauses a second before a jaw-clenching frown appears on her face. "There is technically one more, but..."

And then I get it. Shido.

"Let me guess. 'This can all go away if you just do as you're told,' or something like that," I say.

"Pretty friggin' close," she says through clenched teeth. "He made me swallow. It was disgusting. Afterward, he had me drink more of the nasty tea he serves at disciplinary meetings. Said it would help get the taste out of my mouth. Well, it did, but it tasted like sweat socks. I spent half a period trying to puke it all up."

'Sage set a reminder. When I have some free points, use Edit to make Dash of Ambrosia affect my semen... and might as well make it affect my saliva as well.' It's kind of a stretch for the definition of 'culinary treats I create,' but suck it, it's close enough.

Thinking about what Yuuki says, I frown. Wouldn't one of these blackmailing fuckers generally want their prey to keep tasting them? It's the whole power fantasy thing. Kinda sus, I think. I look back at Yuuki. "A douchebag ex and a blackmailing pervert; I'm surprised you didn't swear off men and become a lesbian."

She shrugs, and I give in to the impulse to stroke her short hair. She's still lying in my lap and seems to relax once her mind drifts away from Shido. "Girls are nice; I don't think I could date one, though," she says. "And my family would absolutely shit. Though, that makes it much more tempting."

After a minute, she sighs and starts again. "And anyway, you're not like them. I'm not saying I'm madly in love with you, but... you have a lot of girls chasing you, and you've already snagged two fiances from powerful families. There must be something more to you, something that attracted these women to you, something special... And... as teen romance as it sounds: you've always treated me well, despite the rumors. Like a person and not just some thot. Also, you're a lot hotter than a geriatric with incontinence issues."

"Gee, thanks. The bar was set so high," I tease. "Any sweeter, and I'd have tooth decay."

"Pfft. Jerk. You know what I mean," she laughs and slaps my leg, but the laughter fades, the smile dims, and some of the melancholy returns. "I wasn't always like this, you know. I was a total tomboy until high school. I wasn't into the things most girls were into. Most of my friends were guys; I climbed trees, played sports, and ran track."

"With those legs, I'm not surprised," I say appreciatively. "What happened?"

"About the time my tits grew in, the boys in my group of friends started taking note of my body, it kind of ruined the group relationship, and then I overheard my father talking about what he's planned for my future," she says, a shimmer of sadness in her eyes. Her mouth twitches a little before continuing with a bit of strain in her words. "I think it was the fact that my whole life boiled down to a political favor that really pushed me over the edge. I was just a tool for my parents and a cheap one at that."

I comb my fingers through her hair, and after a moment, she calms down some. "Mmm. That's nice," she says, and a smirk spreads across her mouth. "Almost as nice as what you were doing in class."

I pause. "And... What did I do during class?"

"Oh, come on. All that energy you were pushing out, all red and gold? You could have lit up Tokyo Tower with that much juice."

I frown. What's this? "And, how do you know I was 'pushing out' energy?"

I have Sage check her for abilities. She has a C-ranked ability called Spirit Eyes that lets her see mystical energy. Interesting. That would give her a massive advantage in dealing with magic. If she had enough raw talent in magic, she could be a powerhouse. Asia has B-ranked talent; I could copy and paste that over to Yuuki. I think I have an idea and the idea has merit.

"l could see it. First, you reached out to Mio and then Yuki. It was almost like a tentacle of energy. Then you noticed me watching you, so you sent one my way, but you seemed to struggle at first. Then, like magic, it just became easy for you, and you touched anyone you wanted. It was hot and felt amazing; it kind of reminded me of a hentai I watched. But, why didn't the new girl get any? I mean, she's already said she's living with you, and she's obviously cute. So, what was it?"

I nod. She's not wrong. "Asia is a bit innocent. I have to use a gentle touch with her. She grew up a ward of the church until recently. If I approach her the wrong way or too quickly, I'm afraid she'll break and lose what makes her... her."

"Aren't you the nice guy?"

"No. I'm not. I'm pretty greedy and selfish, honestly. I just try to treat people the way I think they need to be treated. Admittedly, I'm not very good at it or even always right about it. Consider what just happened. I was very tempted to just fuck your brains out when you pulled me up here and damn the consequences."

"What stopped you?"

"You weren't entirely in control of your actions," I say and she frowns a little. "I suppose since it was inside you, your ability couldn't see that you were being manipulated, right?" Maybe if we upgraded it to a higher rank, that deficiency would be corrected.

"What are you talking about?" she says, sitting up—a frown marring her face.

"There was a magical parasite that was affecting your emotions and feeding on you. I'm guessing it may have had something to do with your fuzzy memory. I'm not one hundred percent sure the incidents are related, but Mira Yamana had something similar influencing her yesterday, and I didn't get a chance to really analyze it before blowing it up."

"So, it's like a disease? Did I catch it from Yamana?"

"I don't think so. I can't be sure yet, but I think the parasite may have been introduced deliberately."

"What? By who?"

"I have no proof, but I wouldn't take any drinks from Shido anymore. Of any kind."

Her eyes flare with shock. "Oh, God! Why would he do this?"

I shrug. "I don't know. If this parasite makes people more emotional and susceptible to his suggestions, like I think it does, he might just be trying to create a sex cult. He's the kind of guy with just enough charisma to get a small group of impressionable people to follow him. If I'm not mistaken, you aren't the only or even first girl he's taken advantage of. I'm honestly surprised he stopped at the BJ."

"Pfft. I told him he could have me expelled if he wanted, but I wasn't fucking him," she says matter-of-factly. "And if he pushed the matter, I'd be more than willing to take him and Tsunoda down with me. The real question is, how many others has he infected with the parasite?"

I pull her back and rest her between my legs with her head on my chest. Why? Not a clue. It just felt right. "I don't know," I say. I'm still thinking that he's trying to start a cult, but this parasite might be what kicks off the zombie apocalypse in this world too. It might even be an accident if the asshole doesn't know what he's doing. I'll need Sage to keep an eye out for more infected people. "I'll keep an eye out and bring the information to some people I think can help. Maybe we can nip this in the bud before it becomes a plague."

There are a lot of questions I still have. Has Ornis already killed and taken the douchebag's place. I doubt it. Ornis seemed obsessed with Chisato and her being down here in the mud with us mortals. I doubt he'd accept a BJ from a normal human girl, never mind blackmailing her into it. He'd see it as beneath him.

That's something else that was bothering me. "What did he have on you that you even agreed to the BJ?"

"It's a little embarrassing," she says with pink cheeks. "He had a bunch of pictures and videos from when I was with Tsunoda. I knew about a couple of the pictures, but there were a lot more I was unaware of. I'm not even sure who took them, considering the angles are impossible to have been taken by Tsunoda."

Well, this is getting creepier. "That doesn't seem like it's enough to push you into it. Especially since you can't guarantee he'd destroy the photos."

She thinks about it for a moment, and like a window breaking, she crashes. "I-I don't know. Oh, God! W-why did I... Why would I do that!? It's fucking obvious that he wouldn't destroy the pictures. Oh, God! I feel sick," she says, pushing herself to her feet and becoming more and more distraught.

"Shh-shh-shh. Calm. Calm down," I say, trying to soothe her. Shit. I'm not really sure what to do here. Do I hold her and let her cry it out? Do I give her some space? I settle on logic... Yeah, that'll work to calm a borderline hysterical woman who was 'drugged' and sexually assaulted and seemingly blaming herself.

"Alright, think about it. We've already established that he used a magical parasite to influence you. Maybe it was already in you by that point. You said he made that tea for disciplinary meetings, right? Or maybe he has some other method to confuse you and make you susceptible to suggestion. You need to breathe and think clearly."

Dammit! I only wanted a BJ.