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Decadent Habits	By : OverMaster Category: +M to R > Mahou Sensei Negima/Magister Negi Magi Views: 8829 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once again, Darkenning wrote all of this.

Not Akamatsu, never could be that cool, don't own this, don't own much. Credit to OverMaster for plot seed and encouragement.

Decadent Habits

Chapter Three: Asuna

Life was simply unfair, Asuna mused as she marched down the street carrying the huge pile of newspapers. One goes to a magical world, one saves that world and probably this one too, and one even manages to do this in a few days so that one has the full of one's summer vacation before one ... and one got summer days like this, cloudy and rainy. The rain hadn't started coming down yet, but she could tell that it was going to start any minute.

At least she was almost done. Then she could head home and spend the whole day ...

Doing what? Setsuna and Konoka wouldn't be back until tomorrow, so she couldn't train, not effectively. After what had happened, Eva had flatly indicated that she didn't want to see hide or hair of the club for a while. And she didn't really want to intrude on Negi and his mother as they re-established the bond between mother and son.

No, she didn't.

Well, she'd think of something to do.

Eventually, the paper route was done, and she made her way back to the dorms. As she headed for her door, she mused that there was one additional positive to all of this. All the training and fighting she'd been doing had left her with considerably more endurance than she'd had at the start of the year, so she no longer trudged home exhausted. Tired, but not exhausted.

"Tadaima," she announced as she came through the door.

"Okaeri," answered Arika's voice from further within the dorm room.

When Negi's voice didn't promptly chime in with greetings, Asuna's brow furrowed. He was usually up by now. She walked in to find Arika working in the suite's kitchenette with an intense expression on her face.

"Where's Negi?" Asuna asked.

"I sent him to take a bath, while I made breakfast," the older woman answered. "I should warn you that I'm not a very good cook."

"No, I'm sure it'll be fine ... but someone should have gone with him, he'll probably just splash around without getting clean otherwise," Asuna groused.

"No," Arika said simply. "He will bathe." Spoken with utter and complete confidence, such as one might possess if they had been raised from birth to rule a nation. Which, you know, she had.

"Oh," said Asuna. Trying desperately to ignore the hollow feeling inside of her.

Despite what certain cradle-robbing class representatives might think, Asuna didn't envy those who had the family she'd never had. Nor did she feel upset when they were happy with them. What she felt was more complicated. What she felt was empty. Incomplete. Like a puzzle piece in the wrong puzzle box.

Like she did now. With Arika here, in Negi's life ... what could he possibly need from Asuna, that his mother couldn't give him? Well, other than that, but that wasn't going to happen, of course.

Arika turned to look at her, then coughed. "As I said, I'm a poor cook. I believe that with some help, however, I can keep these eggs from exploding when they boil."

"Oh," Asuna replied. "Well, I'm not really much better, that's more Konoka's department, but ... I'll try."

She came forward to stand beside the woman, and seeing the problem, turned the burner down just a notch. For a while, they worked together in silence.

"Asuna-san," Arika said after a while. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

There were lots of things. Asuna understood that they were related, somehow, but her recovered memories didn't exactly include information about how she came to be. But she couldn't just ask. It ... just wasn't done. "I ... would be happy to learn anything that Arika-sama wanted to tell me," she temporized.

"Heh," the woman said, sounding much like Eva as she did so. "You and I are very much alike, Asuna-san."

"No way," Asuna said, shaking her head. "I've heard about you, you're much cooler, and smarter, and way better looking, and -"

"Don't belittle yourself unnecessarily," Arika interrupted. "You are beautiful, Asuna-san." She lifted a hand, touched Asuna's bandaged cheek with two fingers. "You are very beautiful."

And then, to Asuna's utter stupefication, Arika began to lean forward, bringing her face closer and closer towards Asuna's own with unmistakably pursed lips.

At the last moment, Asuna jerked back. "What, what, what are you doing?" she cried. "I don't, I'm not, what, no!"

Before Arika could answer, however, she was running out the door, past an immaculately clean Negi with a towel around his shoulders as he came back in. "Tadaimasuna-san, wha-" he said as she dashed past him, spinning him around in the process as she went out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

"Eh?" he said to Arika as she came into view. "Okaasama, did you -"

"No," she answered. "I did not yet tell her. I was working up to it, and ... well, perhaps it's best to give her some space. Young girls are fragile things. In any event, my son, it's time for you to learn about a thing called cunnilingus." One way or another, her vagina's hunger would be sated.

"Okay."

"What was that?"

"I mean, yes, ma'am."

It had, of course, begun to rain. Asuna, being Asuna, could no more remember the term pathetic fallacy than she could find square roots without a calculator. But she felt the rain was very appropriate, somehow. Eventually, she decided she'd run far enough, and came to a halt, leaning against a convenient tree. This, she decided, would be a good place to live from now on.

"Asuna?" said a feminine voice from behind her.

"Gyah!" Asuna replied, attempting to climb up into her new home.

Abruptly, however, she realized that the person speaking was clearly not Arika. Yuna was standing just a few feet away from her, staring at her with a startled expression under her umbrella. "What the heck are you doing?" the basketball star asked. "You're going to catch your death like that."

"Stupid people don't catch colds," Asuna said wearily. Then sneezed, ruining the moment a bit.

"Yeah, well, let's not take the chance that you've actually learned something," Yuuna said, forcefully escorting Asuna under the umbrella and walking her back to the paved path. Given how insanely strong Asuna was, Yuna couldn't possibly have moved her anywhere she didn't want to go. Good thing, then, that at the moment she was finding it almost impossible to want anything. So she went where she was led.

"What is this place?" she asked as she was led into a dusty, messy apartment.

"My dad's apartment," Yuna explained. "I was coming over here to clean up since he'd be out of the way. He's left for some academic conference that definitely isn't part of the magical world that he's been hiding from me since I was little."

Asuna sensed a sore spot.

"Come on, sit down," Yuna continued. "What happened? Did you and Negi-kun have another fight where he commented on your pubes?"

Cursing Haruna silently, Asuna sat down, but just shook her head.

"Well, then, what? Come on, Kagarazuka, I don't like seeing you like this!"

"I like older men," Asuna finally said.

Yuna waited, sure that there'd be more. When there wasn't, she decided to prod. "Yes, Asuna, I'm pretty sure that everyone in the class knows that you get off on dandy types. So -"

"I don't like older women, though. That's not the same thing. I don't like girls, like that, at all," Asuna responded to the prodding. That time with Konoka didn't count; they'd been two scared, lonely first year junior high students in a two person dorm room for the first time. And all those times when she was fightling with Ayaka and they found themselves staring into each other's eyes and knowing that only a centimeter closer and they'd be kissing, those didn't count either.

Yuna stared in confusion. "Did Konoka or Setsuna try something?" she asked.

Asuna opened her mouth to loudly answer no and sneezed loudly instead.

"Ah, geez, forget it. Just get out of those clothes, I'll get you some of -" Yuna paused, then coughed. "- some of my clothes that I don't keep here anymore. Ah, man, growing up sucks! Look, just get undressed and wait here while I go get you some spare clothes."

Yuna dashed out, and Asuna, continuing to feel obedient, heeded her instructions and stripped down to her bra and panties, dumping her jeans and sweatshirt on the floor beside the table. She rubbed herself to get rid of the chill. In addition to the cold, she felt sick to her stomach. Remembering the great love story she'd been told about Negi's parents, the truth about his mother really hurt. Poor Negi.

Why did she feel so bad? Yes, he'd be upset if he found out, but there were worse things, and ... why did she feel like this hurt her, not just hurt her because he'd be hurt? It didn't -

The door to the apartment opened. "Wow, that was fast, did you borrow -" Misora's shoes, she was about to say, but stopped when she saw who was standing in the doorway, staring at her in confusion as she stared at the forty-something bespectacled gentleman holding some luggage.

"Ah ... it's ... Asuna-kun, right?" he asked in a befuddled tone. "You're one of Yuna's friends, right?"

"Akashi-sensei?" she asked weakly.

"Yes, that's what they call me in class at least," he agreed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yuna said you were away at a conference."

"Well, yes, I was going to one this morning, but my flight got bumped, and then bumped again, and since I was going to have to catch it later this evening, I decided to come home and ... yeah, um, this is one of those funny moments, isn't it?"

Asuna had never met Yuna's father before. Considering what people thought about Yuna's complex, and what she'd said about everyone knowing about Asuna's own complex, it had probably been due to conscious choice on Yuna's part. Probably, if she'd thought there was even a slight chance of them running into each other, Yuna would never have brought Asuna here. That was probably wise of Yuna. Her dad was hot.

Alas. The best-laid plans, and all that. Asuna got up from where she was sitting, and started to walk towards the professor. Understandably, given that he probably had heard rumors of her strength and punishment of perverts, this startled the poor fellow. "Now, now, Asuna-kun, calm down, there's nothing all that bad about being seen in one's underwear, it's, well, it's like a bikini, really, and -"

She closed the distance between them, pressed herself close to his chest, and kissed him soundly.

"Wha?" he said a moment later, when she allowed his lips to be freed. "What are you -"

"Establishing some freaking heterosexuality," Asuna explained, and pulled him down to the floor with her, then rolled so that she was straddling his knees. With her left hand, she pressed gently down on his upper abdomen, stopping him from rising, while her right hand went down to his zipper. He wasn't wearing a belt, thankfully. She wasn't sure how she'd go about undoing one with one hand.

"Wait, wait a minute, Asuna-kun," said the subject of her attentions. "It's, it's very flattering that you'd be interested in me, but this, this is massively inappropriate, and -"

She finished pulling down the zipper, reached in and pulled out his thing, holding it tightly - tight enough to make him break off what he was saying with a squeak. She promptly loosened her grip on it, both to relieve his distress and to get a better look at what she was holding. Unsurprisingly, it was larger than the only one she'd ever seen at fairly close range. It was still largely soft, however. What was she supposed to do about that?

Oh. Yeah. That. Her face scrunched up as she considered it. All the while, Akashi-sensei had been politely but forcefully telling her how wrong all of this was. Thinking of him as a teacher, rather than as someone to whom she was performing acts of dubious consent, helped drown him out. Asuna, being Asuna, had never bothered to listen much to even Takahata-sensei's words; his voice had been another matter, though. Welp, that was what girls did in this situation, so, she released her grip on his thing and bent over to take it in her mouth.

It tasted pretty much like she expected it to taste, but she pushed past that to start licking the sides like Misa had said boys liked in the private, 'what all this really means' classes she'd thrown after they'd started giving sex ed. She considered going up to provide some attention to the top of it, but since that was where the pee came out, she decided not to go there. Akashi-sensei had fallen completely silent when she started, and so all the sounds were those she made, whether the sound of her lips and tongue, or the sound of the bells in her hair as she moved her head.

Eventually, she decided it was as hard as it was going to get. It didn't look as hard as the ones in the decensored mangas Haruna had showed, but then those were gay guys' things. Maybe they were different. She lifted her head up and shoved her panties to one side before moving so that his thing was pointing up at her thing.

"Asuna-kun," gasped Akashi-sensei. "Please ..."

"Please what?" she asked, trying to work out the right angle for it to go in. It was tricky! Why hadn't Misa's classes touched on this subject? Admittedly, the misses felt weirdly good sometimes.

"... please be gentle ..." he whimpered.

That seemed really backwards, but now wasn't the time to address it. Instead, she muttered, "This is probably going to hurt," and pushed her you-know-where onto his you-know-what.

Huh. It didn't hurt. It was tight, certainly, but there wasn't any tearing sensation like Misa, Haruna and Konoka had described. Odd. Well, now that it was in, the rest was probably easy. Asuna started to rock back and forth on her knees, feeling the tight sensation move as she did. She pulled back the hand which had been resting on his stomach to put it on the floor to give herself slightly more leverage.

And he stood up. That threw her; she knew how strong she was, but it hadn't occurred to her that she weighed very little, when compared to him, and that he could easily support her weight if she wasn't actively pushing against him. Before she could decide what to do about the situation, he moved forward so that her butt was resting on the tabletop and began moving back and forth as she had.

Well. There was a change in attitude for you. He even reached up fiddle with the cups of her bra, getting his fingers into them to twist at her nipples, and pressed his lips to hers rather fiercely. "So long," he murmured.

Oh, that was actually kind of sweet, when she thought about it. She lifted her knees up to his hips and pulled her legs around his butt, crossing her ankles behind it. She hoped he didn't mind the wet socks being pressed there. Maybe she should have pulled them off too, when she was getting undressed. This was probably an odd time to think about it, though.

And then he began to gasp, pulling back. She held on to him, thinking that he was having yet another change of heart, and so tightened her hips around his, but not nearly as tightly as she could have, since she didn't want to hurt him. And then he let out one last gasp and she felt a wet sensation down below.

Ah, that was why he was trying to pull back. It would probably have been smarter to let him do so, Asuna decided. But spilt milk, and all that. Heh, milk. Heh. Funny.

Also funny was the fact that although Asuna, or parts of her, had never been this full in her life before now, she still felt hollow and empty.

And then there was a thump from the doorway. Owing to their differences in height, Akashi-sensei (It might be a good idea, thought Asuna, to learn his name sometime.) was better placed to turn and see what it was. He made a strangled noise.

"Dad?" said Yuna.

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