"This place..."
A young girl with long, lustrous golden hair and a provocative black combat suit slowly came to. She desperately tried to organize her scattered thoughts. It had been a long time since she had been this vulnerable—she could count the times on one hand.
The girl, Yami, realized she was sitting down. Not on a luxurious cushion, but on a simple plastic chair.
And she was high up. The ground was at least 50 meters below. She was sitting in a single gondola of a giant Ferris wheel.
"Why am I in a place like this...?"
Yami tilted her head.
It was a place she would never think of visiting, and it was impossible for her to have been sound asleep.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Which meant...
"I'm under attack by someone."
It was the only thing that made sense.
She stood up and looked around. The texture was real. The smell of the air, the vibrations of the Ferris wheel turning—if this was a hypnotic ability, her opponent must be a high-level user.
"Hehe, hihihihi! As expected of Yami-chan. You're sharp! Sharper than a carnivore's claws!"
"Where are you? Show yourself."
She was unfazed by the sudden voice, her senses honed.
(I can feel their presence... so close, but there's nothing there?)
"Hm? Hmmm... Ah! I see, I see! Yami-chan isn't a Stand user, so you can't see my Stand!"
"Stand user..."
Yami's face stiffened as she remembered Sho's explanation. A Stand could only be attacked by another Stand. And Yami had been badly beaten by Hoyoki's Stand before.
It was enough to make her wary.
(I have to find the user. But I don't know what traps are set up. I need to get to a wider space.)
Fortunately, she wasn't restrained. She could still use her Transformation Trance. If they knew she was Golden Darkness, their actions would be nothing short of foolish.
"Transformation Trance—"
As usual, she transformed her hand. It was Yami's beloved blade, capable of slicing through several centimeters of steel plate. The gondola door should be no problem. At least, that's what she thought.
"Tch, uuuuugh...!!"
The door didn't even have a scratch.
Her hand had transformed not into a blade, but a hammer. It had hit a bad spot, and her hand was numb.
"A Transformation Trance failure...?"
"That's not it, Yami-chan. Even if it was a failure, you would have destroyed the door with that attack, right?"
That was true. And it only confused Yami more.
"It's a simple story. Very simple. This is my world. A world that bends to my will. Yami-chan, you're my cute, cute little doll."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
She instinctively used her Transformation Trance on her hair to attack in the direction of the voice—but she couldn't.
"What! This is...!"
Her hair was supposed to turn into a fist and strike her opponent. Instead, it moved toward Yami's own body.
Yami was bound by her own hair. Her limbs were pinned, and her movements were completely stopped. Each intricate strand of hair had the strength of a steel wire.
"I told you, Yami-chan. You're my doll, aren't you? Any resistance is useless."
Although her physical freedom wasn't taken, being bound by her own hair left her with only her fingertips and gaze free to move.
Yami was fixed in mid-air inside the small gondola, her feet not touching the ground, and she glared at the owner of the voice, whose location was unknown. But that only served as spice, making the perpetrator enjoy the situation even more.
"You know, looking at you in the light, your outfit is quite lewd, Yami-chan. Heh. You don't seem to have much of a preference for lingerie, do you? You're wearing something very simple."
A shiver of unease ran down Yami's spine.
(Someone is below me!?)
She felt as if an unseen force was looking up her skirt. She couldn't see anything, but she definitely felt that base gaze.
"What a pervert. Getting off on looking up a person's skirt."
"Maybe so. But I can't help it. I haven't been able to forget you since the moment I first saw you. I want to make you—my own doll. A person needs to know every little detail about their doll, right?"
"What— Mmmph! — Haaah, mmmph, fuu, hic, aah, squirmy...!!"
Something was crawling all over Yami's body, which was wrapped in her usual black combat suit.
Her breasts were being kneaded and reshaped. From the outside, it looked like nothing was happening.
But inside the combat suit, countless tentacles and folds were slathering their slime all over her.
"You really don't like squirmy things, Yami-chan. That's just what his information said. Your face is getting so lewd... I wish I could take a picture!"
"Haaaaah... haugh! Fuu, mph!!"
Yami tried to hold back her voice, but her hips arched back in response.
This was because the tentacles had all converged on the now-prominent peaks of her chest. They sucked on the tiny protrusions and began to roll them around. To the outside observer, it was a visually unsettling scene of worm-like appendages, the size of a woman's finger, swarming the two mounds and their tips.
Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her whole body twitched. She was held down so tightly that she couldn't even convulse, unable to escape the pleasure.
"A-ff! Fu, mmmhaah... haughn!!"
"You're trying to hold back your lewd voice. Your body is so ready, what's the point of holding back now?"
"Hah, hah, hah... hi-gyuu, fuuu, mmph... a, a, a!"
Yami's voice became desperate. A current of pleasure coursed through her body, and she was on the verge of giving in completely, holding on to her sanity with all her might.
(Damn... endure... endure... enduuuure! To something... like this...!)
The assault by the hated squirmy tentacles easily washed away her mental resistance, pushing her body to a climax.
Perhaps pleased by this, the voice became even more talkative.
"Are you going to cum? Are you going to twitch just because someone you can't see the face of, don't know the name of, and isn't even a person, messed with your body a little? Was Yami-chan such a lewd girl? It's perfectly fine with me if you are."
"I'm not! A lewd girl...!"
Even as she argued, the nipples being rolled and kneaded continued to send a throbbing sensation to Yami.
The fact that Yami, who had never touched herself for pleasure, was able to endure this much was entirely a testament to her mental fortitude.
The opponent's response to her defiance was to inflict an even more painful, torturous time.
"Hmph, is that so? Then, maybe I should touch this side too?"
"!"
The underwear deep inside her skirt, which had become slightly damp. What should have been just a piece of cloth moved slightly but surely.
It was a declaration that the next target would be there.
It had finally come to this. Yami clenched her mouth, trying to put up even a little resistance.
"You've never done it before, have you, Yami-chan? But do you know? Well, being in the underworld, there's no way you don't know, right?"
"...If you're going to do it, then do what you want."
"Hehe, you have no experience, but you're being so bold, is that okay? Maybe you think it's fine because this isn't reality? If so, you're naive."
Yami's underwear started to move on its own. Inside it, a large number of tentacles, just like the ones in her battlesuit, appeared. Like a waking creature shaking its body, like a newborn animal trembling as it tries to stand, they slowly licked the swollen folds of her flesh.
That sensation overwhelmed Yami with a discomfort that made her skin crawl.
"Everything that happens here is reflected in the real world. If this is your first time, if this is your first time, and it happens in this world, then your first time will be taken from you in reality too, you know?"
"..."
A creeping, unbearable sense of disgust crawled around the inside of Yami's underwear. They were softening the surrounding flesh, preparing to penetrate her.
With just a little force from the voice's fingertips, the thin membrane protecting the girl's purity would be pierced.
"...What does that have to do with anything?"
"—Haa. Something's not right."
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"Hey. Yami, wake up! You'll be late for school!"
I was shaking Yami's body as she slept on the floor.
Why wasn't this girl sleeping in her bed? She was always the one who woke up the earliest. At the very least, she wasn't so vulnerable as to show me her sleeping face.
I was careful to knock repeatedly, not wanting a Rito-style accident, and was glad I didn't burst in on her changing, but I didn't expect her to still be asleep.
Knocking is great. It helps you avoid unnecessary lucky pervert situations.
"Fuu, fuu, fuu, ha, ahh..."
"Hm?"
Why is this girl making such an alluring sleepy sigh? Her face also seems a little red.
"Hey! Yami, wake up!"
Something was not right. My gut told me so. I steeled myself for the scolding that would come later and patted her cheek. After four or five pats, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"Ah, mmm..."
"Yami, are you okay? Do you know me—"
"!!"
"—WAH-SHAA!!!"
A blade shot out and was embedded in the ceiling. If I hadn't gone through the Holy Grail War, I would have been dead.
What in the world happened? Yami had adopted a combat stance, hugging her own body, but she released her Transformation Trance when she confirmed that the intruder was me.
"My apologies. It was a reflex."
"It wasn't just a reflex! Were you trying to kill me?!"
"You're the one who entered my room without permission in the first place."
"Maybe so. But it's also your fault for oversleeping."
"Me, oversleeping...?"
Yami looked at the clock with a confused expression. When she confirmed that what I said was true, she looked even more perplexed.
"Did you put something in my food last night?"
"That's a terrible accusation! What do I gain from drugging my friends?!"
Something like sneaking in on a woman who can't wake up? If I did that, I'd get arrested. And getting arrested would be the best-case scenario. I could just get killed.
"Those words don't mean much coming from a man who has had relationships with many women."
"Fair enough."
I had no choice but to look away.
"Is nothing really wrong?"
"Yes. Something, yes... it was just a bad dream."
Her answer was half-hearted and vague, unlike Yami.
"Anyway, I'm awake now."
"A bad dream, huh... Alright, alright, I'm leaving. Hurry and come downstairs."
With that, I closed the door.
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Two weeks had passed since we returned from our trip.
I never thought I would be able to spend two weeks without anything happening. Of course, there were minor incidents, but if you get worked up over a bullet or two in this world, you'll never be able to relax.
There had been no contact from Yagami since then. In the end, we were divided into the Bureau group, the Butei group, and the others, but I was given permission to join the Bureau.
In other words, things had been going extremely well, aside from Yami almost killing me this morning.
It was peaceful.
It was break time. As I was having a casual chat with my male friends, I overheard the girls' conversation.
I was eavesdropping, of course. Mea was in that group.
"So, so? Is there any guy you're interested in, Kurosaki-san?"
"A guy I'm interested in? Let me see... I'm most interested in Yozuki-kun right now, I guess?"
The moment my name was mentioned, my friend mercilessly stomped on my foot. He was the culprit, of course. Are you guys eavesdropping too?
Mea, too. She's probably just giving a random answer. She's interested in me as a target of surveillance, so she answered that way.
"Eh? But Yozuki, you know?"
"You know? I heard he's quite the player. They say he's been with seniors, juniors, and even one of the girls from the sister-in-arms Amica."
"You should stay away from him! I guess it's better than having no experience, but not him!"
"Yeah! Yozuki is out of the question! In fact, guys are no good! Girls should stick with girls... hehe, Yami-chan..."
"Is that really so important? Isn't that a biological, instinctive desire? I don't really care."
"Eh?! Seriously?! ...Ah, you, move away a little."
...What are they talking about? Seriously. I'm being talked about quite badly, but I'll accept it. It's the truth.
"Well, experience is important, isn't it?"
"I know. Knowing good places, having amazing techniques in bed. Guys our age are too immature, no thanks."
"Techniques in bed... Do all of you have experience?"
Mea started talking about something outrageous. Now all the guys in the classroom are eavesdropping!
Even at Butei High, where there are many tomboyish girls, no one talks about that kind of topic so openly.
"Huh? No, no! That's not something you talk about here!"
"Yeah, yeah! Kurosaki-san, you're too bold!"
"Oh, I see. You're right! ...I need to study a little more."
The bell rang at a good time. The next class was chemistry. One last push before lunch.
Nothing happened during class. There were no major incidents, school ended, and then—night fell.
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