Chapter 3: 3
What balls these guys have. Broad daylight magical abduction in the middle of a restaurant. A burning sensation envelops my arm up to my elbow, covering it in an organic metal, and my hand wraps around the handle of Brynhildr as it appears from green flaming energy.
The man's red eyes widen as I lunge forward. He's hoping the circle will finish before my sword lands, but his hope was gone even before the sword formed. The seal on my quirk doesn't completely block it. I can still access it in lesser amounts, and I do just that, banishing the magic of the circle to the zero dimension.
The blade penetrates the man's body, and shock spreads across his face. He fumbles in his pocket and pulls something out. Before he can do anything, I step forward and grab his hand, sword protruding through his body and out his back. His fingers are weak, and I pry the item out of his fist. It's a small ampoule with a few drops of liquid in it and a crest on the side.
The body drops to the floor. I briefly interrogate the corpse by riffling through the pockets for anything that he might have that could identify him or his faction. About the only thing I find is a wallet with some cash in it and no identification. I reach out with my quirk once again and send the body to its final resting place.
I glance over at Mio. She's still unconscious. Her skirt covers her nether region barely, but her underpants are partially down. I take off my overshirt, roll it up, and place it behind her head. Now, let's see if I get slapped despite not doing anything wrong.
"Miss? Miss, are you alright?" I ask and pat her hand. I'm as hands-off as I can be, just to see how the world conspires against me. If I'm really a combination of at least two harem protagonists, I should be a lewd magnet.
Mio's eyes flutter lightly before they open and look around at me. "Hello there. You seem to have fallen and hit your head. Are you alright?"
Yeah, I know bullshit, but I don't want to reveal anything to her just yet. Her eyes try to focus before a look of panic manifests on her lovely face. It is a lovely face. Even better than I imagined it would be.
While I recall them being a light red color in the anime, her eyes are closer to a violet color in person. Her hair is waist-length crimson, with some of it tied up with black ribbon into twin tails and the rest hanging in thick waves. Her figure is incredible, with full large breasts that the Issei in me is really looking forward to caressing, a slim waist, and sexy hips and ass. I really can't wait to get a closer look.
Mio's panic spikes, and she tries to leap to her feet. Of course, this is a terrible idea as she is now light-headed, and her panties are tangling around her legs, causing her to lurch forward. I'm momentarily stunned by just how insanely reactionary she is. I shouldn't be; it's practically her primary character trait; react first think later, but seeing it in person is so much more jarring than watching it as a cartoonishly exaggerated anime.
I watch as she tumbles forward on top of me, her panties catching just below her knees, somehow defy physics to get trapped behind my head as she lands bare crotch first on my face. As her skirt flutters down over my eyes, I already know I will be the one blamed for this. Even if she could logically determine that her panicking caused this situation, she'll be too embarrassed to admit it.
Mio is leaned forward, having not recovered just yet. Her feet slotted between my arms and my body, knees locked in place around my head, and her hands on the floor in front of her has placed the smooth labia against my chin with her clit centered on my mouth. I swear, I don't recall having the lucky lecher trait, but apparently, I won't need it in the future. The universe has conspired to alter physics enough to put me in this position.
"I just want to say that this is not my fault," I say. Although, really, it comes out more like, "Ah zhush wanna shay, that zhish iz mot ma fult." Either way, the reaction of Mio's body is amazing. She jerks back, a high squeak coming from her mouth that I can barely hear. Her motion causes my mouth to be moved from her clit to her vaginal opening, my lips brushing the entire way down and my nose pressing hard against her already stimulated clitoris.
Of course, this leads to another sharp jerking motion as she tries to move away but is brought up short by her own panties locked behind my head, dropping her back down on my face. I'm not sure if I want to laugh or just enjoy the feeling. It causes a chain reaction of her rapid frantic movement to free herself while at the same time physically stimulating her body, causing her pussy to get wetter by the second.
"Let me go, or I'll kill you a hundred times," Mio yells.
My position leaves me with little recourse if I don't want to seem like a willing participant. That said, her secretions have a slightly sweet, slightly salty taste. I think it might be worth the possible broken nose if she manages to cum. If she were doing this on purpose, she probably already would have.
"I'm not holding you. We're stuck together. If you stay calm, we can get unstuck," I say, knowing full well she won't listen and that every word I speak is increasing her sexual stimulation.
The real problem is that she's being loud and is probably attracting attention with her panicked squeaks and moans. I keep my hands to the side. I'm going to get blamed one way or the other, but I don't want to make it worse. I'll just enjoy my desert and wait for the bill to come.
"What are you doing?"
The muffled sound of my dad asking a ridiculous question signals the coming end of this enjoyable, if totally accidental, situation. Mio freezes as she realizes that someone is there. By coincidence or Universal Decree, she froze in her initial position with her now engorged extremely sensitive clit placed directly on my mouth.
"Could someone help her get off my face? She seems to be stuck," I say. I won't bother with the English to muffled mumble translation. However, that vibration seems to have been the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. I feel Mio's legs lock around my head as she arcs back as a gushing climax rocks her body, drenching my face and undershirt in her sticky, slightly sweet, and tangy 'love' juice.
"Oh my. Mio, you're so daring!" a sweet yet muffled voice says. It must be Maria the loli succubus. Speaking of loli, I really should have checked Mio's status. She should be the same age as me, but I should double-check.
[Discerning Eye]
[Damp Female Genitals (S)]
'Oh, haha. I didn't know you were Wise-Ass Man. Show me her status, dammit.'
[Name: Mio Naruse
[Lv. 6
[Species: ???/??? (SEALED)
[Age: 18 (Author sprays FBI Begone)
[Occupation: Student
[Skills: [Elemental Magic (C)], [??? (??) (SEALED)], [Barrier Magic (D)], [??? (??) (SEALED)],
[??? (??) (SEALED)]
Nice. Tasty and legal.
[Notice: 1200 LP gained.]
And productive. This was a fantastic turn of events.
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It was a fantastic turn of events right up to the open hand slap when I was finally able to get on my feet. Mio was livid, but with Maria's help, we talked her down. Maria pointed out that I didn't move a muscle during the 'unfortunate' incident, and once I explained that, I found her passed out on the bathroom floor and was only trying to make sure she was alright; even going so far as to put my shirt under her head, she could only rage internally.
Mio was frustrated that she didn't have a suitable target to vent her embarrassment, but she did apologize in the end and even thanked me for my care. I almost thanked her for the meal but decided that I'd keep the goodwill instead of spending it so frivolously.
Once Mio cleans up, and I wash my face and change my shirt to the non-soaked outer shirt I'd used as a pillow for Mio, we returned to the table to have the original meeting.
"Hello. I'm Naruse Maria."
"Toujou... Issei."
"Naruse... Mio," she says, cheeks still rosy with residual embarrassment.
"Nice to meet you. I'm told he really likes cute little sisters."
'What are you talking about?" I say, more exasperated, that the conversation is nearly the same as the anime despite the change to the story.
"Look at you blush," Jin says to me.
"That's shock at your insensitivity." Okay, I adlibbed that last one. Seriously, who starts talking about how much someone likes 'cute little sisters' in front of a girl who you just saw orgasm on the face of the very guy you're talking about? I can tell Mio is getting angry again, and if I don't diffuse it, she may run and try someone else.
The appearance of that kidnapper probably has her head in a spin, but her embarrassment is keeping her introspective instead of looking ahead. If we can just seal this deal, we can move on to the next step; Mio should be looking for security by then instead of escape. It's a hair-thin line to walk, but it's the only line that's available.
"Ah. So, anyway, where's your mother?" I ask to remind her of the story they're trying to sell. "Is she coming later?"
"Oh, Chihaya-san," Jin says.
"So, Chihaya-san is her name?"
"Yup. She'll be out of the country on business for a while."
"Oh, that's too bad. I was looking forward to meeting her."
Maria did most of the talking while Mio slowly calmed down and her embarrassment abated. We discussed school, and of course, Maria wouldn't be attending, but Mio would join my class as a second year. My real question now is how soon will it be until they attempt to take over the house as their so-called 'home base.'
When we all arrive home, the moving van is already there. Maria must have had new clothes and furniture bought for her and Mio. Most of Mio's possessions were burned in the same fire that killed her foster parents. Dad tells the girls that there are several empty bedrooms on the second floor and that they can pick any of them they'd like. The two go inside to pick their rooms while Jin and I have a serious conversation.
"Alright, what happened?" he asks.
I pull the ampoule from my pocket and hand it to him. "Someone tried to grab her from the bathroom with a teleportation circle. I pried this out of their hand before they died."
"Any problems?"
"Not really; he was so surprised that he didn't even have time to notice he died," I was exaggerating, but I thought it sounded cool. "Any idea what that is?"
I was pretty sure I knew, but it's better to know than think, you know.
"Yeah, Phoenix Tears. Not real ones, those knock-offs the Phenex Devil Clan creates. I think I will have to take a trip to the Underworld to gather some information soon. Will you be okay watching over those two?"
I sigh. "Yeah, probably. School starts in two days. I have a feeling it's going to be an interesting year."
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