“Welcome to the first meeting of the reborn and revitalised anime club!” I declare proudly, the club not only having another member now, but a hot girl to boot!
“Normally what we do is really just hang out, watch a show and discuss it, sometimes we’d even just do our homework in here,” I then explain what basically goes on in here.
“But today we’re solving the mystery of the Kaori waifu figurine!” With a grandiose gesture I place the vinyl statue of schoolgirl Kaori on the desk next to where succubus-fairy Kaori stands.
We made a brief stop in the bathroom to give it a wash after classes let out because I noticed it felt a bit gross when putting it in my bag, and so the plastic blonde occultist is now fresh and clean.
“Waifu?” Kaori repeats with a frown.
“It’s an anime term, it is what it is,” I say defensively.
I don’t think it was even in common usage back in 2001, but even if it was it probably wasn’t among her social circle.
“This is really Kaori-san?” Saeko asks, picking it up and turning it around in her hands.
“I can see the resemblance, but there’s no maker’s mark or anything to tell us who made it.” “Yeah, but it looks professional, like mass produced not a hobbyist’s thing,” I say.
“Like for whatever reason, Kaori was famous enough someone made this to look like her.” And then sell to people who’d do things that make it sticky.
I wonder what would’ve come up if we’d been able to run a DNA test on it… “I don’t understand it, I was just an ordinary teenage girl,” says the girl who obsessed over magic and the occult and dreamed of selling her soul to the devil for power.
“But that’s not just my face, that’s my school uniform as well.
It’s too accurate to be a coincidence.” “After Kaori first appeared,” I explain for Saeko’s benefit, “We looked her up online.
Since she said she was from 2001 I was expecting to find a missing person’s report or something.
But there’s nothing – a few other people with the same name, but no one famous, no fictional characters or anything.
She just never existed, not even as an idea.
That’s how we figured she’s from a parallel world.
Your story only makes that more clear, there’s no way things could have gone like they did in your 2006 and this world of 2011 would still exist.” Saeko returns the statue to the table, placed on all fours and looking just ripe for someone to come up behind her and- “It’s like I’m looking for my glasses, I don’t even wear glasses,” Kaori interrupts my train of thought.
Yeah, that must be why she’s posed like that, of course.
“The real question is why would someone make a statue of you, and does it have implications for Nanael and Saeko-san,” I say to get away from thoughts of doing it doggystyle.
That ponytail would be just perfect for yanking back on too.
“Like there’s this world, there’s the worlds you came from, and then there’s this.
Was it made in your world after you somehow became famous?
Or was it made in another world where you’re an actual fictional character?” “Even if I did become famous, why would I be shown wearing my school uniform?” Kaori asks.
“Unless I became famous while still at school?” “It’s an interesting philosophical question,” Saeko speaks up, “But since there’s no way for us to find out, all we’d be doing is making guesses.” I mean, she’s not wrong, but it’s kind of raining on our parade here.
It is interesting.
I wanna discuss it!
“Not unless Jiro-kun’s power summons any more relevant material to provide more context,” Kaori looks up at me.
“How are you feeling, you haven’t done anything since this morning.
I thought you were more energetic than that.” “Been trying to keep a lid on it,” I answer, feeling my face heat up.
Yesterday in this very room Kaori had gotten me hard, and that had brought Saeko here.
And she’s great, don’t get me wrong, but there’s an element of guilt in that she has complicated feelings of leaving friends behind but also escaping the literal end of the world, and she’s clearly not as slutty as Kaori or Nanael, so popping off in front of her is kind of shameful.
“A man shouldn’t be so reserved,” the girl in question speaks up unexpectedly.
“While no woman appreciates a lecher, you should not feel shame over your body’s natural reactions.
So long as your behaviour doesn’t change from what you’ve shown me so far, I have no complaints.” That’s very sweet, but also does not at all change how embarrassing it is.
“Thanks Saeko-chan,” I switch up to speak with her a little less formally in recognition of her support, “I appreciate how understanding you’ve been about… everything.
You too Kaori-chan, I mean, we’re all dealing with a lot and you two have been handling it probably a lot better than I would if the situation was reversed.” I mean I’d probably be fine if I got summoned to Kaori’s world, but I’d be zombie food in minutes if I ended up in Saeko’s.
The situation being what it is, it’s not like I’m getting horny regardless, and with the mystery of the Kaori waifu figurine remaining unsolved we instead decide to do our homework and kill time, waiting until the school has emptied out a bit more.
Then commences a very stressful and stealthy operation to put that broken desk in the trash without anyone seeing us do so.
Why am I so guilty?
Toujou was the one who broke it!
Well yes, but then one might ask why she broke it, so lets just sweep it all under the rug, shall we?
There’s nothing particularly sexual about what we’re doing here, but like I said, it’s stressful.
Blood gets pumping with a sense of frantic energy that doesn’t really have an outlet, and… some of that blood ends up rushing to my dick.
[5-17 Fate/Grand Order Heavy Object The ability of a cosmic supervillain, able to control gravity and even create virtual black holes.
This skill is granted to Kaori Saeki, and due to the roll’s power she is able to wield it with incredible finesse and at a low energy cost.
Unlike its original owner she can even reduce her own weight, not that there’s much to reduce so long as she’s a fairy.
One might say it’s an A rank skill for her.
The specific mechanism involves touching something to alter the gravity it is affected by, while virtual black holes are created in contact with Kaori but can be subsequently moved under her direction.] “Ah!” a gasp comes from Kaori on my shoulder while I’m pressed against the wall and peering around the corner at the back of the school where the bins we’re aiming for are in sight, no teachers or student council members visible as we prepare for the final stretch.
Saeko and I, each holding half of a desk, look towards her.
She meanwhile looks down towards my crotch with a beaming smile, “Jiro, Jiro, Jiro!” she chants my name with enthusiasm that does nothing to diminish my unwanted but growing erection, “I just got something incredible!” “What’d you get?” I whisper back, even though there’s no one around, this is a stealth operation.
Whatever it is, I’m glad it’s pleased her this much, she did sound a little jealous this morning over Saeko’s new abilities.
Saeko herself just looks towards my crotch as well and murmurs, “Is this so exciting?” “Watch, watch, watch!” Kaori seems to be stuck on repeating herself now, such is her enthusiasm.
“Put down those desk parts and watch!” Saeko and I trade looks before we step away from the wall and set down both halves of the broken desk, stepping back at Kaori’s urging.
Then she flutters off my shoulder and touches one, before with a cute sounding, “Yosh!” she yanks it upwards with her hands despite it looking way too big for her to practically move, and it swings up and departs from her hands to float up into the air.
And up.
And up.
Our necks crane upwards as we watch it, and I’m reminded of one time I got a helium balloon at a fair and I let go of it and watched it ascend up into the sky until I wasn’t able to see it any longer.
“Um… how long is it going to do that?” I ask.
“As long as I have the energy, so probably a while,” Kaori answers.
“Although… if I stopped now and it fell that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?” “Uhhh…” it’s definitely moving a bit instead of going entirely straight up, the wind’s got it, so there’s no telling where it’d fall.
“Well, if you just let it keep going it’ll stop being a problem sooner or later?” She nods, seemingly in agreement.
“I don’t know why you got so excited now of all times, but I appreciate it!
I can make things heavier too, and even condense it like…” still of a mind to demonstrate despite the unintended consequences of the last one, she concentrates with her hands in front of her, and with a crackle of purple energy a spinning disc appears between them, about as big as Kaori is.
She bobs backwards in the air while pushing her arms forwards, and the disc floats towards the remaining half of the ruined desk and… KRRCHLLLNK There’s a painful sounding crunching and shearing noise as the desk gets crumped up into a ragged ball of splintered wood and warped metal before the purple disc fades away.
“Damn,” I say, impressed.
“It’s like a mini black hole.” “It’s very impressive,” Saeko seconds, stepping forward and picking up the trash-compacted desk.
“It’s as heavy as it was before, just all crushed together.
You’d have to be very careful using it around people.” “People, yes.
But if I have to fight a devil or an angel I won’t be helpless,” Kaori says with a tone that does make me a worry a little bit for Toujou.
Saeko meanwhile hops up a little in the air and throws the desk-ball like she’s going for a three-pointer shot in basketball, a sharp clanging sound heard as it lands inside one of the big bins at the back of the school.
Certainly made cleanup a lot more exciting.
“Well, you might want to enter the Monarch of Kuoh tournament after all,” I say, reconsidering my earlier thought that Kaori wouldn’t be much in a fight.
“Meant to tell you as well Saeko-chan, it’s something Nanael came up with when she showed up earlier…” I explain the whole thing while we all head home, doing a little more shopping for cheap food on the way even if we end up eating the last of that Manjuu Pizzeria stuff for dinner.
Means we’re stocked up at least.
After that I venture the idea that we should actually train for this tournament.
Even if we have new abilities we know how to use, practice can reveal more as I found out when messing around with my ninja ice technique.
So we get changed, me into a tracksuit and Saeko into the same outfit she’d been wearing when she first appeared, and the three of us head out to find a suitably quiet and spacious area we can cut loose with supernatural abilities.
Naturally the no-longer abandoned church is right out, so we instead go in the other direction.
There’s plenty of woodland around Kuoh and while it’s a slightly longer walk, this isn’t Tokyo, it’s not too hard to get away from the bustle of town and out somewhere more private and isolated.
Soon we’re picking our way through sparse treeline at the edge of Kuoh, which emerges onto clearer land surrounding what might have once been a nice little mansion, but now is clearly fallen into disuse and neglect.
There’s no light from within, windows are broken, and the walls are crumbling.
I have a brief thought that if I had the money I could fix it up and it would be a better place to host Saeko and Kaori and anyone else that shows up than my cramped little apartment.
“This should be fine,” I say, putting aside thoughts of urban renewal to the more pressing issue of mastering exciting new supernatural abilities.
“We’re well away from the streets, and this place has been abandoned for years, so no one’s going to see us.” Saeko seems satisfied, looking around and nodding before she draws her sword.
“To start with, I intend to practice forms and merge them with the new style I’ve learned.
Perhaps you’d like to do some unarmed sparring afterwards, Jiro-kun?” “That sounds good, yeah,” I nod.
“I’m confident in my skills, but I haven’t really tested them.
While you’re doing that I’m going to practice more on fitting the ice technique into other moves.” I should really give it a better name than ‘ninja ice technique’.
It’s not chunni if it really is magic!
Maybe Blizzard Dance?
It’s pretty simple but evocative.
“I’m going to practice gravity manipulation on sticks and rocks,” Kaori says for her end of it.
It’s nice all of us have something new to work on.
Well, mine isn’t that new, it’s a couple days old by now.
But maybe when I spar with Saeko I might do well taking advantage of my medical knowledge to find weak spots?
Might be a bit awkward grappling with a girl if it comes to that, but she’s treating this all seriously so I will as well!
And with that serious mindset, the three of us get to work.
I get to see Saeko with her sword, flashing silver in the dwindling light as she whips it around with acrobatic motions that remind me of seeing Shinra eviscerate those demon dogs back in Kyoto with her naginata.
It spurs an urge to compare them; who would win out of these classically refined Japanese traditional weapon wielders?
Then again, they might end up fighting in this tournament.
I’d love to see that.
Kaori meanwhile is lifting up various pieces of debris around and then dropping them under what must be increased gravity, causing them to loudly thump into the ground and either shatter or produce craters on impact.
She looks like she’s having fun.
As for me, it’s more of what I was doing before I had my unfortunate yet also fortunate first meeting with Mittelt.
Practicing flowing series of punches and kicks which I can build into icy finishers, waves of cold buffeting ahead of those final hits along with flying icicles.
The appearance of the icicles is a little bit unpredictable, so I work on figuring out consistency from specific gestures and positions.
They don’t exactly travel far, but it’s still kind of a range extension, so I could theoretically hit someone without closing directly into melee.
Considering I’ll be up against magic, it’s kind of the bare minimum to compete.
“Is someone out there?” I stop what I’m doing, and I’m not the only one as all three of us turn towards the sound of a girl’s voice drifting from inside that abandoned building.
“Help!
If you’re out there, I’ve fallen and hurt my leg, I can’t get up!” I raise my voice to shout back, “Yeah!
Hold on, we’re coming!” and start moving on altruistic impulse, only to feel a hand on my shoulder arresting my movement.
I look back and see Saeko behind me, her expression grave in the darkening twilight.
“Jiro-kun, we never saw anyone enter,” she points out.
Which, yeah.
But maybe she came in from the far side?
Or she’s been there the whole time, injured and unable to move?
I automatically think towards charitable interpretations, not wanting to be paranoid in the face of a call for help.
But all the same, I’ve seen post-apocalyptic zombie movies, played videogames too, the ‘raiders use a fake call for help before attacking the naive rescuers’ trope is something I have theoretical knowledge of, and I feel like it’s something Saeko’s probably lived through.
“We’ll be careful,” I say, so as to not diminish her concerns, “But this isn’t the world you came from.
It probably is exactly what it seems.” It’s getting harder to see out here, and it’ll definitely be dark inside, so I take my phone out my pocket to use its flashlight as we head inside, the front door hanging ajar, a broken chain and padlock left lying on the ground which we step over.
“Is that someone there?
I’m back here, I just need some help to move!” the voice calls as two of us step inside, one more fluttering in the air at the rear as I sweep the beam of my flashlight around.
Fuck this place is huge, a once grand foyer with a big hallway stretching deeper in, twin staircases arching up at the sides towards the second floor.
Hard to believe it’s just been left to rot, I guess Japanese real estate still hasn’t recovered from the 90s.
“Yeah we’re coming, just hang on!” I call, aiming my light down that hallway as I step over broken floor tiles shot through with weeds poking through.
And as I approach, I see a woman ahead, lit up by the beam of light from my phone.
A few salient points occur.
She’s pretty hot, to start with.
Nice facial features framed by long black hair, a fit looking body with big tits front and centre.
Oh yeah, those girls are out on display, she’s not wearing anything, allowing me a free look at those round and pert beauties riding high on her chest.
Also the rest of her is definitely high.
Like, way up in the air above the height of a normal person, far less someone who’s ‘fallen and can’t get up’.
That’s made clear as I tilt my phone lower to see that below her waistline there’s an enormous mass of dark brown fur, a muscular bestial body with huge powerful looking limbs, the middle of it bisected by a vertical row of big fangy teeth that given their position directly below her navel put into mind some really niche porn that isn’t strictly my bag.
“Ahahaha!” that same girl’s voice I’d heard calling for help now sounds a lot more unhinged as she laughs, thunderously thudding footsteps slamming into the floor for her to barrel down the hallway towards us.
“Such sweet morsels!
I’m going to feast on your guts little piggy!” Oh fuck she’s not stopping!
That vagina dentata mouth opens up with greasy strands of spit hanging between the gasping fangs, a humid meaty smell starting to reach my nose before I throw myself to the side in a panicked dodge that sees me losing my phone, the device skidding across the floor and sending its light uselessly up towards the ceiling, the darkness in here making it really hard to see even with how big a target there is when that centaur-like mass of cannibal bitch goes screaming past me.
Kung fu skills are meant for fighting similar human-sized opponents, what the fuck am I meant to do against that?!
“Jiro, look out!” a shout comes from Kaori as a monstrous anaconda-like serpent comes hissing towards me in the wake of the creature’s passing, mouth opened wide enough to bite my head clean off!
Pushing off the ground despite my ungainly position, I throw myself into a desperate roll out of the way, just barely escaping as the snake crashes into the floor with a crash of chunking masonry that showers me with dust and small stone fragments.
Could be a lot worse, and I hurriedly scramble to my feet before it recovers to come at me again.
“Kaori, grab the phone so we can see!” I shout, figuring with her flight and being a small target she’d be our best source of illumination right now.
There’s a fleshy ripping sound, like a butcher’s cleaver going through a tenderloin, followed by a wet sounding splatter and then the huge mass of chimeric monster barely visible in diffuse light from my currently useless phone recoils.
“You little bitch, I’ll eat the skin from your pretty little face!” It turns, presumably intent on Saeko if she just cut it with her sword based on what I heard, and then the light shifts with Kaori following my advice, letting me see that it really is like a chimera in a videogame, at least when it comes to having a snake for a tail.
That wasn’t a second monster, it’s all part of the same thing, an enormous mass of fur like a brown bear on four enormous limbs, with a woman’s body in place of the bear’s head and a giant monster snake serving as its tail.
“Whatever you are can’t be called human, so expect no mercy,” Saeko’s voice sounds, her figure unseen on the other side of the monster, but she doesn’t sound hurt at least, even as it rears up and smashes an enormous clawed forelimb in her presumed direction.
The advantage of having multiple heads means even as the main body tries to crush the swordswoman on one side, that snake has recovered from its earlier attack and snaps out towards me with another predatory hiss.
This time I’m on my feet and more ready for it, swaying to the side and snapping out with a retaliatory strike that loops my arm around its ‘neck’ or whatever you call it on a creature like a snake that’s basically all neck, the part just behind the skull anyway.
Its dark bloody red eyes bug out in seeming surprise, but then it thrashes and I’m lifted off the ground!
“Woooaaah!” I let out a wordless cry as the snake tries to yeet me off, and while my grip is strong enough to hold on and seems to be inconveniencing it to a degree, it’s still able to move around and whip me through the air in a dizzying fashion.
There’s no way I can keep up with what else is going on, the constant motion and sounds of combat a blur, and one that becomes painful as the snake crashes against the ground, slamming me into shattering brickwork.
“Kaori!” I shout for my fairy pal, a desperate idea blooming, “Make me heavy!” That’s what she was doing outside right, making things heavy the opposite of what she’d done to the desk that was probably in orbit by now.
My legs swing up to hook around more of the snake’s length, keeping it from throwing me off and shifting myself so when it tries to smack against the nearest solid surface it takes the brunt instead of my aching back.
The light illuminating the scene shifts with her movement as Kaori darts in close, and I just barely feel her brushing against me before I feel the pressure dragging me downwards.
The snakehead slams down against the floor and caves through it even deeper under the now significantly added weight of my heavy ass.
I’m not sure what particular gravity my body is operating under now, but it feels like being on a rollercaster when it does the big drop, a constant crushing force pushing me downwards, blood rushing towards the parts of my body closest to the ground and making me light-headed.
It works to pin the monster though, like a sudden anchor pinning it by the tail in position.
There’s a shriek of outrage, a struggle of motion to fight against my presence, but for as big and powerful as the creature looks, I’m now heavy enough to trap it in position, and those shrieks take on a more pained tenor as Saeko must surely be taking advantage.
In fact as I manage a look over my shoulder amidst the thrashing beneath me I can see curtains of blood gushing out from injuries, flickers of reddish-black flame seen trailing what must be Saeko’s sword.
Even with what she said about that sword cleaving a pig’s skull though, this thing is big.
She’s doing damage, but those huge furry limbs are still trying to swipe at her while it strains against my weight, injuries accumulating like the death of a thousand cuts rather than a single debilitating strike that can end the battle in one go.
She seems to realise it as well, as she bounds back and away after another clash, her voice calling out, “Buy me a moment!” before that same black-red fire builds around her.
It must be the transformation she showed this morning.
Get herself a bigger sword to inflict a fatal wound.
I don’t know what Kaori’s doing to give Saeko that time to transform, though even that spell she used on Toujou would probably work as a distraction.
I do my own part though, kicking off the dazed tail and hauling myself up towards the main body, fighting through the constant pull trying to drag me towards the earth’s core and clambering on top of the monster to crush her beneath my weight while my heart thunders in my chest to keep blood pumping against the greater stress of gravity I’m under.
It’s not glamorous, but it seems to be working as her back legs splay out painfully, her spine being pushed to the floor.
“Get off me you fat oaf!” she shrieks, her human part glancing over her shoulder before Saeko completes her transformation, her white wings radiant enough to provide their own glow in this forebodingly dark ruin.
It diverts the monster’s attention back to the front.
“Angel?!
No, I’ll devour you!
I’ll eat you all!” there’s a desperation to her voice now rather than the maddened confidence she had before, her eyes looking crazed and rolling up as she… grabs her tits?
I can’t get distracted!
Even with the near ahegao looking expression she has lolling her tongue out and kneading those still great looking milkers as Saeko advances like the reaper with her nodachi-sized sword floating before her.
I crawl desperately over her back to pin her, to reach the head and dish out some punishment of my own where she might be vulnerable.
[1-6 Azur Lane Barrage A set of projectiles fired by a ship, one might call it the most basic attack of naval combat.
Due to the low power, this simply provides a one-off light barrage attack from a random ship aimed at whatever is currently most threatening to Jiro.
Which would be the stray devil he is currently climbing on top of.
The random ship rolled is Guichen, using her Shells or Sorcery barrage.
The next time an Azur Lane page with a list of possibilities comes up, Guichen will be automatically selected if available.] As I’m crawling over her, and Saeko is gliding forward with murder in her eyes, suddenly my surroundings are lit up with pulverising explosions which pound into the monster’s flank, miraculously missing me from any direct harm even as I’m buffeted by the relentless series of blasts.
Something gives way, the monster losing all strength to keep itself up under my exaggerated weight and the whole thing just crunches downwards, bones breaking under me.
“Is it dead?” Kaori’s voice asks, the sensation of normal movement returning to me as I push myself up, blood flowing back towards my head, though I have to hunch over a little to hide the stiffy I just got, perhaps somewhat from watching the chimera’s sexy human part play with herself, but maybe also just because of gravity pulling blood that way while I was on my stomach, that’s just as logical!
It definitely looks dead though.
Half its body is a steaming ruin of shredded meat, the human part up top lolling without any active motion behind it, while the snake part at the back lays limp.
Oh fuck, it’s starting to stink, a fetid iron tang of blood heavy in the air.
Saeko doesn’t take any chances though, her sword swings out and severs the head from its shoulders, cutting right through that long mane of black hair as easily as flesh and vertebrae.
For a moment there’s a heated flush on Saeko’s face, her eyes half-lidded as she tracks the flight and subsequent roll of the sundered head, but then she closes her eyes and dramatically flicks her blade to clear the blood off of it.
When they open, she’s back to her usual calm looking at me, “While no one likes an I told you so, the differences between our worlds aren’t as great as they might have appeared at first,” she says with some measure of vindication.
Her hair returns to normal and her wings vanish as she transforms back while sheathing her sword back in its scabbard, directing her attention to the third of our group, “That was a powerful spell you used at the end there, Kaori-san.” “That wasn’t me,” she says, blinking as she flutters over close to me, phone held in both hands.
“Yeah, that was, uh, probably me.
Blood flow and stuff, don’t think too much about it,” I say evasively.
“But I guess your spell worked pretty good to distract her, was that the same one you used on Toujou the other day?” “That wasn’t me either,” Kaori repeats.
“I didn’t do anything at the end.” “Wait, so she was just doing that stuff on her own?” all three of us look over the cooling pile of monster meat.
“What the fuck?”