The trip to school is an uneventful one, Shitori and I exchange our usual greetings without her stopping me today, and I start heading towards the anime club so I can let Kaori out a little before class.
Gonna suck when I no longer have use of that room, but either way being stuck inside my bag is gonna absolutely suck for her so as much as I can alleviate that I will.
I don’t quite get there however when I’m intercepted by the unlikely first year figure of Toujou.
Now yesterday I hadn’t paid that much attention to her looks, charming her personality might have been but when she was in a room with Rias and Akeno and even Kaori my attention travelled in predictable directions.
Except well, her figure isn’t that much different from Mittelt’s, and I’ve perhaps gained a new appreciation for more petite girls after such an exciting even if slightly traumatic experience.
“What’ve you got there?” she asks curtly, leaning towards me where she’s stood blocking my path, holding herself like an immobile wall despite being half my size.
“Huh?” I just let out a stupid noise, not really understanding what she’s getting at.
Her eyes dip towards the bag at my side and she leans closer, her nose twitching with an audible sniff.
“Candy.
It smells good.
You gonna share the wealth, fatty?” Well not if you’re gonna talk to me like that I’m not!
“He’s trying to lure her with sweets!” “Ewww, how gross!
Don’t get tricked, Koneko-chan!” Of course we’re not alone in the hallway and once more my already rock-bottom reputation takes a hit as fellow Kuoh students assume the worst.
“It’s not what you think!
Just- c’mon!” I jerk my head forward and step around Toujou who silently follows alongside me to the audible dismay of the peanut gallery.
“He’s going to corrupt our innocent Koneko-chan!” Man they kind of think highly of me in an unflattering way, don’t they?
In any case the two of us soon reach the anime club, the door closing behind us while Toujou looks around dismissively.
“Ahh, the virgin’s natural habitat,” she says, rapping her knuckles on a teal-haired Miku standee.
“Yeah well you must feel right at home then, huh?” I fire back at her, and she’s pale enough I can see the slight tinting of her cheeks as the jibe lands.
“Shut up, nerd.
Just show me what you’ve got, it smells good enough to actually overpower the stench of male desperation in here,” she huffily gestures at my bookbag.
There’s only one thing she could be talking about, and I open up my bag so Kaori can climb out, looking fine in her new getup, and actually yeah.
I hadn’t noticed back at home because it was the same as the candle, but there’s a really nice sweet smell coming off of her.
Like candied apples?
My nostrils flare as I take a proper sniff, and it’s really nice!
“The new clothes come with their own perfume,” she observes, her tiny little high-heeled feet landing on the desk with a click.
“Well that’s one less thing you’ll have to spend money on so I don’t smell like a boy’s locker room, Jiro-kun,” she runs her hand through her hair that’s gotten a bit mussed from the journey, though it’s back in her seemingly preferred ponytail with some help from the sailor suit’s neckerchief as a hairtie.
“Oh.
I thought it was a sweet but it’s just a skank,” Toujou says in a dissatisfied tone, still leaning close so she can smell Kaori better.
“It would sound more convincing if you didn’t look like you wanted to lick me,” Kaori snaps back.
“I mean, the shiny purple does kind of look like some kind of candy,” I point out myself that Kaori does look extremely delectable in that outfit, trying to defuse the tension a little bit.
With a clear effort of will, Toujou straightens her posture, but her voice sounds small as she says, “Shut up.” There’s an awkward pause as we do so before she goes on more confidently, “So did you buy this for her or is it something your pervert power made?” “Second one, apparently it boosts magic as well as being cute,” I explain, keen to upsell the practical benefits besides the eye candy.
Hehe, it’s all about candy, huh?
Toujou scoffs at that, putting a hand on her hip and glaring down at Kaori.
“Cute isn’t the right word for something so slutty looking, but it suits her.” Kaori mirrors Toujou’s pose but throws in a toss of her ponytail over her shoulder in the process, pushing her chest outwards and saying, “You just sound jealous because we all know you could never pull off an outfit like this.
There’d be nothing for it to hold onto.” There’s a creaking sound as Toujou’s fists curl in tightly, vibrating at the end of her arms as the barb unfortunately seems to land.
She restrains herself from lashing out physically however, though her voice sounds flatter when she fires back, “And then there’s those wings, it’s like you’re still trying to become a devil even though you couldn’t yesterday.
It’s just a fake cosplay.” “Fake, hmm?” Kaori’s voice turns dangerous, her expression smoothing out.
“Well, who needs devils any longer anyway?” Her head turns to look up at me now, “That’s right, I still haven’t really shown you the kind of magic I can do, have I Jiro-kun?” her voice grows more animated, a smile dimpling her cheeks as her attention swings back to Toujou.
“Things that would have needed a ritual and a sacrifice, I can just do thanks to this new body.
Would you like to help us with a demonstration, Toujou-san?” Because she’s not dumb, Toujou instantly sounds on guard as she takes a half step back with her fists still clenched and asks, “What are you planning?” “I could hear from inside the bag, you know,” Kaori answers in a sly voice, her fairy wings beating to lift her into the air.
“Everyone at this school thinks you’re innocent.
A sweet lily white flower put up on a pedestal… but you still came into this quiet little room alone with a boy, didn’t you?
Even with that under-developed body you’re still a girl after all.” Wait, I don’t like where this is going all of a sudden.
But Kaori’s voice only grows more vindictive as she holds an arm out towards Toujou and says, “Lets see if your figure’s good enough to trigger Jiro’s ability,” before a glowing blue pentagram appears in front of her, the light elsewhere in the room seeming to be sucked away by the magic at work.
“Haaanh~” an erotic purring noise escapes from Toujou’s lips, her back arching as she plants her hands on the desk to support herself, her legs suddenly shaking underneath her.
“You must be hot, Toujou-san, why don’t you take off that stuffy uniform?” Kaori’s voice drips smugness as I can see Toujou herself is dripping sweat from her brow, her face turning scarlet, her mouth open slack and letting out steamy pants of gasping breath.
I have to stop this.
I’m not so far gone I’d take advantage of someone with magic like that.
I’m not actually a rapist despite what Mittelt liked to yell while I was fucking her last night.
“Kaori stop this-” I’m interrupted by a gust of displaced air that knocks over several of the standees, Toujou’s open palm slashing down to swat Kaori out of the air and down through the desk we’d all been clustered around, the wood shattering inwards with a loud crack and planting the nefarious fairy amidst splintering shards of wood below us.
“Nnngh… it hasn’t stopped…” the white-haired devil whines out, her hips twitching spastically in the air as her shimmering yellow eyes look up at me.
Framed by sweat-drenched white hair against her reddened face, her glistening wet lips pursed towards me, there’s no doubt she looks extremely fuckable right now.
But come on, what do you take me for?
I keep my hands well to myself!
“Kaori, undo it!” I hiss out, looking down and seeing a fairy thoroughly embedded into cracked and dented wood, her legs kicking uselessly in the air as she tries to wriggle herself free.
Toujou really fucking nailed her with that one, didn’t she?
Lot stronger than she looks!
“Owww, can’t even take a joke…” Kaori’s voice drifts upwards, waving her hand and causing the strange pressure in the air to alleviate.
Toujou gasps in seeming relief, but it doesn’t really do anything for how temptingly dishevelled she looks… she might have small breasts, but her uniform’s kinda damp and sticky over what she does have in the chest department so those subtle curves are still being emphasised pretty well.
Also the glare she levels down at Kaori’s fallen figure is still pretty hot too.
“Next time I really am putting you in a jar, sex pest fairy.” “Yeah Kaori, that’s not the kind of thing you should joke around,” and it was totally a ‘haha I’m just joking… unless…?’ kind of thing, she would not have stopped if things had escalated here, I’m sure of it.
“My reputation’s bad enough without making me an actual criminal.” “And now I need to go shower before class,” Toujou grumbles and tugs at her sticky shirt, stepping around the fallen desk and stopping in front of me.
“It didn’t…?” she mutters under her breath, before glaring again and giving me a shove that even without the same kind of force she exerted on Kaori still sends me stumbling back a few steps and probably would’ve knocked me over if my footwork wasn’t on point.
“Out of the way, fatty!” and then she stomps towards the door, exiting the anime club in an entirely justified huff.
Which just leaves me and Kaori alone now to reflect over what just happened.
Also I should figure out what to do about the broken desk before the student council checks in again.
“So, uh… that’s what your magic’s all about, huh?” “Among other things.
Your apartment should be protected from curses and evil spirits by the way,” she says, which sounds a lot more benevolent than what just transpired.
She actually sounds excited as she continues, “But it worked so well even on a devil.
If it had been a normal girl she would have been completely helpless…” If I was lacking in moral fibre and didn’t have other outlets for my sex drive of late, she really would be the world’s best most fucked up wingman, wouldn’t she?
Even then you know, it’s not as if I haven’t had fantasies of exactly this kind of thing… Imagining what might have happened if Kaori had been around to cast this kind of magic when Shinra stopped by to disband the anime club, and well… Actually no, I saw what Shinra did to those demon dog things in Kyoto, so it probably would’ve turned out exactly like it just did with Toujou.
Too many devils in this school, which should at least keep us honest.
“Lets just not do that kind of thing again, okay?
I’m not that desperate,” I tell her before she goes back in my bag so I can head to class.
Although maybe being stuck in that bag is leaving her so under-stimulated it’s causing her to act out like she just did here?
With that in mind, I decide to slip my phone in there too so she can browse the internet and keep herself occupied with more than just listening to stuff she can’t interact with.
There’s no sexy greeting from Akeno when I get to class, though she does look fully recovered today, a night of naked snuggling with Rias clearly having done her a world of good.
The classroom too looks good as new, no sign of any of yesterday’s damage.
The teachers don’t seem to mind me skipping yesterday to hang out with the occult research club, and there’s no homework I don’t know about to turn in either.
They really do run this school, huh?
Joyously, our second class today is PE.
Admittedly it’s something I normally just spend hanging out in the background not actually exerting myself, and if I do break that habit today I’ll have to be careful not to perform too well given how much stronger I’ve gotten from the contract with Kaori, but that’s not really what’s joyous.
No, I’ve mentioned before how Kuoh Academy is kind of old-fashioned.
Very fancy and classy, with these elaborate uniforms that look so good on the girls.
Well, it’s also probably one of the only schools in the country that still makes the girls wear bloomers for PE.
And let me tell you, Rias looks fine in hers, the snug navy blue garment wrapped around her crotch with those long pale legs on full display as she… jogs right up to me?
“Jiro-kun, lets warm up together!” she calls over as she gets close, a big friendly smile on her face.
“Uh, y-yeah, sure!
Happy to!” I answer, expertly hiding my surprise as the two of us take a spot on the athletics field to start stretching, with Rias sitting down and asking me to push against her back.
It’s nice touching a beautiful girl that isn’t the size of a doll and isn’t asking me to choke her, so I relax a bit even when she asks if my power’s triggered since yesterday.
“Actually yeah, might’ve broken your theory on the patterns too,” I start off.
“I summoned a bunch of takeout pizza while I was imagining stuff.
Then while I was, um, touching someone, it summoned a gun.” I’m not gonna admit who I was touching or how, she can assume it was Kaori for all I care.
“Then I woke up this morning and I got all kinds of new knowledge about demonology and medicine, some of it’s kind of sci-fi too.
After that in the shower with Kaori it summoned this weird magic candle that itself summons a magic succubus costume.” “Aww, I liked the theory too, it would’ve been better if there were ways to guide it.
Switch?” she pushes back against my hands and straightens up so she can go behind me to help me stretch.
I’d always just do this on my own when I even bothered to participate, but whether it’s her assistance or my new kung fu skills I’m certainly more limber.
And she’s really pressing in against me!
Not just her hands, I can feel those often fantasised about mounds squashing against my back, her breath on the nape of my neck.
“Even if it’s random it’s still very interesting and makes me want to see what you pull out next…” Yeah, something might be coming out at this rate… [10-4 Taimanin Living Suit A mollusc-like lifeform which can assume the form of a taimanin-style suit.
Capable of increasing the physical abilities of the wearer, but as an independent life-form it can potentially go out of control and threaten the wearer.
Due to the low power roll, this one is damaged, weak, and hungry.
It also appears being worn by Rias Gremory.] “Eeeep!” A startled squeak comes from the girl behind me, her body abruptly freezing up.
I can’t see anything, even if I feel a tightness in my shorts, but clearly she’s noticed something.
Turning my head I can see her eyes are wide, an expression of shock on her face, but looking down I can also see her t-shirt has vanished, replaced with a form-fitting white leotard, sparkly blue lines cutting through it and broken up with a fishnet mesh in places.
Except as I look, it’s writhing moving on her body like a living thing, and one of the sleeves lifts up to show a layer of pink cilia like some deep-sea lifeform, tiny little wriggling bumps and nodules that glisten wetly against her exposed skin.
I recognise it though.
It’s an artificial lifeform, of a kind I could, if not make, then at least have some theoretical knowledge of buried in all that mad science lore.
A living suit capable of turning a normal person into a superhuman.
Either way, it’s not the kind of thing she can show off in the middle of PE.
Fortunately the two of us are a bit adrift from the rest of the class, my usual habit of hiding out to the side having brought Rias over when she wanted to talk to me.
“Quick, we gotta get out of here!” I blurt out reflexively, turning around and grabbing Rias, who seems quite stunned by the presence of this wriggling new lifeform wrapped around her body so intimately.
“Teacher, I’m taking Gremory to the nurse’s office!” I call out, just trusting that the occult research club’s stranglehold on the school will keep anyone from asking questions.
Despite worrying about potentially showing off unnatural physical abilities during class, there’s no time to worry now as I pick the girl up in my arms and book it towards the school building.
Her weight doesn’t slow me down, but I can feel the suit shifting around her body, half peeling off so those wriggly wet fronds can brush against my own skin in a disquieting fashion.
“J-Jiro-kun, the club- kyaaa~ the club building!” Rias tries to direct me, interrupted by a squeal and a thrash of her limbs.
Hopefully at best it’s just ticklish for her, but she’s looking really flushed all of a sudden, and I can see the way it’s rippling over her crotch while I carry her.
It’s a mad dash to get there, and I don’t want to think about how many people might be looking out the windows to see the school idol wearing some weird fetish tentacle outfit being princess carried around in my arms.
But soon we’re safely within the ostentatious clubroom and I’m able to set Rias down on one of the sofas.
She’s still twitching, her skin wet with a mixture of her own sweat and the creature’s fluids.
It’s looking less and less like clothing now and more like a mass of tentacles, parts of it separating and what looks like clean fabric resolving into animate threads that cling and constrict around her body.
Of course that also has the effect of showing more skin, one of her breasts half exposed, underboob bulging out through a gap that squeezes down on the rest, just a slight hint of her areola coming into view above.
“What is this?
How do I get it off?” she whines, her arm moving with clear difficulty against her ‘sleeve’ as she tries to tug at some of the creature binding her stomach, but loosening one tentacle just makes the rest cling onto her harder, her creamy pale flesh bulging through the fraying gaps in coverage.
Without that demonic source of knowledge I picked up today I’d probably be trying to help her, and copping all sorts of illicit feels in the process, but fortunately I know how to actually deal with this kind of thing properly.
“It’s alive but simple-minded, it’s weak to hypnosis so you can command it that way,” I tell her, knowing she’s quite capable of it from yesterday’s cleanup in the classroom.
Nodding gratefully, a spinning red magical circle appears above her head and she commands, “Get off!” causing the mental power of a devil to slam into the questionable clothing with the force of a freight train.
With a sucking schlllt sound it starts peeling off of her body and winding itself up.
Treating me to a fantastic view as her gorgeous breasts wobble freely from their recent binding, a slick gooey coating making them look all slippery and shiny.
It gets even better when the bottom of her leotard pulls away, the redhead letting out a quivering, “Ahhhn~” noise as I see all those fronds easing their way free of her puffy wet pussy.
She’s shaved bald down there too, nothing hidden from my roving eyes as she’s stripped bare by the creature’s retreat.
I can only wonder what actually happened to her gym clothes.
But all that’s left now is a tightly wound bundle of pink and white tentacles, about the size of a baseball maybe?
It rolls onto the floor between her splayed out feet and lets out a soft chittering noise, but otherwise doesn’t look threatening.
“Well…” she says with a gusty exhale, lounging nude on the couch below me.
“That’s what I get for teasing you, isn’t it Jiro-kun?” “Well, I hope this doesn’t put you off, the teasing’s fun!” I let out a strained laugh, rubbing the back of my head and forcing my gaze off to the side of her head rather than ogling her stunning nude body.
It really is everything I could’ve hoped for though, damn.
“We’ll see,” she stands up and my eyes are drawn back in by the jiggle of her unencumbered bust as she pats my shoulder and steps around me, going to the corner of the room where she sweeps back a curtain and… they have their own shower in here?
It really is a different world.
“So you seem to know about that thing, what is it?” she asks, the curtain swishing closed and the sound of water starting up, though I can still see her silhouette through the barrier.
“Right.
Yeah, so it’s from the same world as Kaori’s fairy form, that’s where I got all my medical and demonology knowledge from this morning,” I start off, stepping to the side where I can keep half an eye on the seemingly dormant creature while also being able to appreciate the suggestion of Rias’s body washing off all that slime in the shower.
“It’s basically a biological super-suit.
You wear it and you become super-strong, your reflexes are augmented, and it can tank even bullets easily.
But since it’s alive it sometimes goes rogue.
It might’ve just been surprised to suddenly be on you, or it might be hungry?” I guess on the last part, and then with Rias’s permission I raid her club’s snack cupboard and feed the thing some cookies.
Which basically involves carefully pressing them down against that mass of tightly bound tentacles and watching them shift to suck them in with some gross crunching and slurping noises.
Doesn’t even leave a crumb behind.
“Yeah, you like that little buddy, don’t you?” I coo over it like I’m feeding a puppy.
Which even then is perhaps slightly generous to its mental faculties.
But it does seem to appreciate the attempt, if I can read anything from the way it quivers and the little chittering noises it makes.
The water turns off and Rias emerges from the shower, a fluffy white towel wrapped around herself and she walks over to join us.
Smells of oranges?
Kinda nice actually.
Better than Idaho, I’ll admit.
“So what are you going to do with it?” she asks, tilting her head as she stares downwards.
Honestly there’s only one good answer.
“Do you want it?” I ask, turning to look at her.
“With hypnosis you can control it better than anyone,” maybe Kaori with the kind of magic she showed off earlier could, but it’d be too big for her anyway, “And you said how devils heal with skinship?
You’ve got living clothes that protect you and get healed by being worn.
That kind of makes it a perfect fit.
Symbiosis!” I conclude, feeling very proud of myself for getting to use a word like that in actual conversation.
She hums in consideration and then casually unfastens her towel, dropping it to the side and bending over to pick up the thing.
“You better behave,” she warns it, and then?
It’s fast.
The whole thing unfurls and whips out strands of itself to coil around Rias’s body, glowing white as it transforms itself by subdividing tentacles sometimes infinitesimally small, and literally just a second later like she’s gone through a magical girl transformation, Rias is attired in the same outfit from before.
This time there’s no drooling cilia, no unsightly writhing.
The whole thing looks clean if undeniably erotic.
It’s basically a leotard with a cutout to show off her cleavage down the middle, as well as mesh panels at the sides above her hips.
Her gloves are similar, armoured around the forearms with what looks like metal, while her biceps have the same fine mesh around them.
White armoured boots (with high heels of course) fade into black thighhighs stretching up her legs.
Despite the gloves and boots being unconnected to the leotard, it’s still all the same organism, ultra-fine tendrils invisible to the naked eye stretching across her body to maintain continuity as well as provide protection even to parts that look exposed.
Which I’m very grateful for, wouldn’t want that body to be injured, but it’s great to see how much of it is put on display like this.
It’s only a little bit more modest than Kaori’s succubus cosplay.
“Okay, it doesn’t feel as bad now,” she admits, twisting her hips and turning her head to look over herself, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet before tugging at the top of a sleeve, fine mesh peeling away and looking just the same on the other side rather than providing a glimpse of deep sea biological horror.
“And I look like a ninja!” “Haha, yeah.
Devil Kunoichi Rias, it does look good when it’s not all drooly,” I grin, just enjoying the view.
“How does it feel?” “Hmm, I’m not sure.
I’m more of a wizard type than a fighter type,” she admits, but she throws out a couple of blinding fast punches in the air all the same, “And I’m having to share my energy like this too, but it might let me shock someone in a fight.
Thank you Jiro-kun, this is one of the most interesting gifts I’ve ever gotten!” She bounds closer and gives me a hug, which I happily return.
Patting my hand on her back, it does just feel like fabric, and the body underneath is as arresting as ever.
But then she gets a mischievous grin on her face and I feel her arms tighten around me before I’m lifted off the ground to have my feet dangle in the air.
“Oh, it really does work, you’re light as a feather now!” Okay, is it emasculating to have a girl pick you up like a toy?
Maybe.
But it also feels really cuddly and nice in her arms so I won’t utter a word of complaint.
She sets me back down after a moment anyway, breaking the hug and stepping back.
“You know, if this is what it’s like I’m actually tempted to try learning touki now.” Lore drop, that’s a key word I just heard!
And so I rise to the occasion, “Touki?” “It’s a way of pushing your life force into an aura that amplifies physical abilities,” she explains, which does in fact match the simple description of what the living suit does, “My friend Sairaorg is really good at it, but I’ve always preferred to rely on my magic.” “Yeah, and you kinda whiffed your magic against Nanael didn’t you?” I say, perhaps thoughtlessly as it gets Rias to pout at me, but I do my best to sound encouraging.
“So you know, might be good to diversify?” I wonder if I could learn that kind of thing too?
I definitely have some kind of sense for my own energy through my kung fu ninja techniques.
“Yes!” she trades her pout for a look of resolve, putting one hand on her hip and pointing at me with the other, “I’m going to work on my physical skills and become a double-threat, just you watch Jiro-kun!” Double threat sounds right for the view of what’s bouncing around inside the living suit’s boob window, so I just grin while trying not to stare and give her a thumbs up to match the energy.
She seems pleased with her decision though, and nods before saying, “Speaking of training, I should get changed so we can get back to class, shouldn’t I?” Yeah.
Now hopefully we can just slide back into classes without too much fuss over our disappearing act.
Hopefully not too many people saw me running off with her in a princess carry…