Tsubaki's entire body stiffened, then melted like butter under Yusuke's lips. Her mind short-circuited, fireworks of pure, unfiltered euphoria detonating behind her eyelids.
'HE kissed me! HE KISSED me! HE KISSED ME!'
The words looped in her mind like a broken record, each repetition louder and more hysterical than the last.
Her hands, which were previously clutching his shoulders, slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their bodies together through sheer force of will.
A tiny, rational part of her brain screamed that she was being too aggressive, that she'd scare him off, but the rest of her, the 99.9% currently drowning in dopamine, countered with, 'SCREW RATIONALITY, THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!'
"Mmmm~!" When she sensed Yusuke's tongue aggressively separating her teeth and entering her mouth, a warm shiver exploded through her spine and spread all over her body like a shockwave. Her breath stopped. Her heart pounded so violently it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Her thighs squeezed together, and her pussy was soaked beyond reason.
Yusuke's hands weren't idle. He gripped her waist from both sides and effortlessly lifted her onto his lap without breaking the kiss. One hand slowly slid between her thighs, slipping beneath the uniform's short skirt, while the other moved up to fondle her breasts over her clothes, pinching her erect nipples.
"Hnn~ Hhhh~ Ahn~" The moment she felt his hand brush against her damp panties and flicker over her stiff clit, Tsubaki's eyes rolled back, her hips jerking on their own before she shot her love juice.
'THIS IS THE BEST! THIS IS HEAVEN! I AM IN HEAVENSSSSS!' Her mind, already completely fried, went utterly blank. She felt as if she had reached the gates of heaven and was walking through a white path, her entire body bathing in pure ecstasy and bliss.
She was so drowned in pleasure that even the headaches from thanking God or imagining heaven couldn't pull her back.
"She fainted so quickly." Yusuke pulled away slowly, staring at her completely wrecked ahegao face. He then withdrew his hand from between her legs and glanced down at it, wet with her love juice.
'Thanks, system. You saved me this time,' Yusuke communicated sincerely.
The system didn't respond right away. After a dozen seconds, he heard her snort disdainfully. [Hmph! I was only helping because I couldn't stand how pitiful you were!]
'Tsundere? How cute.' Yusuke blinked, caught off guard, then let out an amused chuckle.
[Dumb fuck.]
Yusuke: "..."
"Mmm~" Tsubaki opened her eyes with a soft moan and met Yusuke's teasing gaze.
"Do you want to go to my place or yours?" Yusuke asked with a smirk, holding her in a princess carry as he stood up.
...
After returning home, Aika slipped into her house slippers and stumbled upstairs to her room. Her face was extremely pale, her eyes vacant, and her left hand clenched tightly over her chest, pressing against her uniform.
"What's going on with me?" She felt a suffocating tightness in her chest with no idea where it came from. It was as if something important had been taken from her, like a piece of her soul had been ripped away. "It hurts, it hurts so much!"
The moment she reached her room, she casually dropped her school bag on the floor and collapsed face-first onto her bed. Her trembling, petite body looked utterly pitiful under the dim light.
When Rias decided to erase Yusuke's existence from their memories, she thought it would let them live on without interfering in his life. What she didn't realize was just how obsessed and in love Aika and Murayama were with Yusuke. If their love could be measured, it would score 101 out of 100.
A weak memory-erasure magic like this wouldn't completely wipe their memories of their beloved Yusuke. Besides, both girls had fallen in love with him at first sight. Once they saw him again, they'd fall for him all over, and there was a high chance the magic's effect would break.
"Aika? You're back? Why didn't you make any sound when you came in?" At that moment, Aika's mother pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Usually, when Aika got home, she'd shout energetically, "Mom, I'm back!" and dash to the kitchen to bother her. But this time, she came in silently and went straight to her room. If her mother hadn't seen her shoes by the front door, she might not have known Aika was home. Concerned, she went to check on her daughter.
"...Mom," Aika rolled to the side and stared at her mother with her reddened eyes.
"Aika! What's wrong with you?" her mother exclaimed, quickly running to her daughter's side and asking worriedly.
"...It hurts, it hurts a lot, mother," tears fell from Aika's eyes as she spoke while sobbing. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but the deep and painful sense of loss she was feeling was too much to bear.
"Who hurt you, sweetie? Did someone bully you? Tell Mom, and I'll make them regret laying a hand on my daughter!" The mother pulled her daughter into her arms, gently patting her head as she spoke with deep concern.
Aika's family was a typical Japanese household. Her father worked in a middle management position at a reputable company and earned a decent salary, while her mother was a full-time housewife. They had only one child, who was Aika.
Because her father often worked overtime and came home late, Aika shared a much closer relationship with her mother.
"I... don't know, Mom. It just hurts, feels suffocating... my heart," Aika buried her face in her mother's embrace. She held her tightly and cried painfully, clinging to her, desperate to ease this strange, overwhelming pain.
"...It's going to be alright, it's going to be alright." Her mother froze, suspicion flickering in her eyes, but she said nothing. Instead, she gently caressed her daughter's back and spoke softly.
...
"I'm home."
On the other side, Murayama also returned to her house. She spoke listlessly, changed her clothes, and walked blankly to her room. Throughout the entire process, no one responded to her.
Unlike Aika's home, Murayama's house was bigger but equally deserted. Both her parents worked long hours and usually came home very late. Her father was a kendo teacher who owned his own dojo, while her mother ran a traditional tea ceremony school, teaching the art of tea and flower arrangement.
One reason she had learned kendo from a young age was her old-fashioned parents and the desire to prove herself to her father. But as she grew up and her parents' businesses prospered, the time she spent with them grew shorter and shorter. Most weeks, she barely saw them at all since they came home late.
Murayama threw her school bag to the side as soon as she entered her room. Strangely, the moment she stepped inside, she felt something was missing. Something very, very important to her.
The walls were clean and spotless, as if someone had just scrubbed them. Everything was arranged neatly, just like she had left it that morning. She stared blankly at her room for a long while but couldn't figure out what was missing. In the end, she stumbled to her bed and sat down, muttering dazily, "What's wrong with me?"
"What is this profound sense of loss I'm feeling right now?" She placed her hand on her chest and whispered. The pain she felt was the same as Aika's, but she managed to hold up better.
She stood up and stripped down to her white panties. Her clothes fell to the ground with a soft rustle as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Even after taking off my clothes, I still feel suffocated."
"Huufff, huff, huff." Her hand pressed against her bare left chest as she struggled to breathe. "I miss something... someone. Why? Why do I feel like I'm missing someone?" Faint, blurry images flashed through her mind. She couldn't make out what they were, but deep down, she sensed they were far more important to her than even her own life!
"Why? Why did I forget this?"
"I want to know! I want to remember!" Her legs slowly gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, curling into a ball. She started muttering in a low voice, but gradually her voice grew louder until she finally roared, "I want to remember!!!!!!"
Bang!
Suddenly, a deep purple light burst from her with a muffled explosion. Magical power enveloped her, bathing the entire room in a deep purple glow.
"Aghhhh!!" The sudden change shocked Murayama, and before she could even grasp what was happening, her eyes suddenly turned white. She let out a painful cry and then passed out.
While she was unconscious, Murayama had a long dream. In it, she fell in love with a young man who, to her, was the most wonderful human being to ever exist. She stalked him, loved him, and when she confessed, he accepted her. They made love, dreaming of a perfect life together. But just when she thought forever was theirs, a wild bitch barged in, shattering their perfect world.
What made it even more frustrating and painful was that the man fell in love with that woman, too, and wanted both of them to share him.
She was angry, spiteful, and heartbroken, but powerless. If she objected, he would leave her, and that was something she couldn't accept. She couldn't imagine life without him. In the end, she was forced to accept a situation that shattered her heart every single time.
"I remember... Yusuke Aoki... Yusuke-kun... Yu-kun... My Yu-kun!" Slowly, Murayama's eyes opened, glowing with a mix of purple and red light. She stared at the sword suspended in the air before reaching out to grasp it. A twisted smile spread across her face. "Yu-kun, I can finally make you mine. Please wait, I'm coming~!"
She caressed the sword with her slender fingers, whispering, "This time, I'll make sure we're together... forever~!"
But then her smile faded, replaced by a dangerous, cruel gleam in her eyes. "First," she said coldly, "I need to clean the world of that masochistic whore."
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