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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, who write this? If you said Darkenning, you're right. But he authorized me to re post it here.

I sincerely hope no one saw the version of this where I implicitly claimed ownership of Negima. That would really embarass me, what with the fact that I don't, definitely don't own Negima and all of that. Also, that version completely left out the props that I owe to OverMaster for the plot and all his help so far.

Decadent Habits

Chapter Four: Konoka

Konoe Konoka was well aware that she came off as a bit of a ditz, sometimes. Considering that her best friend (as distinct from her girlfriend) was one of the most infamous of the Baka Rangers, and her own generally sunny and mellow approach to life, a lot of people were quite surprised that test scores in her first and second year of junior high had narrowly made it into the top 100 for their years. The truth was that, much like her cousin Yue, Konoka didn't put a lot of importance on academic achievement - which was a nice way of saying that she was lazy and unmotivated.

But not even several of the best orgasms ever could make her forget semi-important stuff.

"So what was the stuff that had you almost holding out on me," she asked Setsuna as they lounged together on the futon, interrupting the sentence several times with gentle kisses to her bodyguard's left ankle. It was a cute ankle. All of Secchan's body parts were cute. All of them. Her body was freaking wonderland. And their current position, scissored together as they were, allowed her to give love to some of them that she usually couldn't. That added spice to the way occasional movements caused their womanhoods to brush against one another, sending pleasurable chills up Konoka's spine.

"Oh," said Setsuna said wearily. "That. OjousamAAAAA!"

Konoka maintained her gentle pinch on a sensitive part of Secchan's anatomy. "You know, Secchan, I really do think that I've made my position clear," she said leisurely. "I won't object to you calling me ojousama in public as long as you call me Kono-chan in private. Or come up with something cuter. But I refuse, utterly refuse, to be called ojousama when we've just fucked each other senseless. Okay?" Now she released the pinch.

"Yes, o-"

"Ah?" Pinching gesture.

"Oh ... sexy fortune teller?"

"See? You can do it! Now what is it?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Of course not. Now tell me!"

"Uh ... well ... basically, Eishun-sama ... well, I'm not sure how one goes about saying this, but ... apparently, he is my father too."

Konoka stared.

"Kono-chan?" asked Setsuna.

Konoka continued to stare.

"Ojousama?" asked Setsuna, daring much.

And then a noise burst from Konoka, burbling up from the depths of her stomach through her windpipe and out through her mouth and nose, a noise so primal and basic as to be fundamentally unrepresentable in writing, save by an onomatapeia that cannot hope to capture the deep and true essence of that sound. That onomatapeia is, "Squee!"

Picoseconds after that, she flung herself at Setsuna, kissing her face frantically as their nubile bodies ground together in sensual bliss. "This is great!" she cried. "I told Negi-kun that I always wanted a little brother, and that's true, but I really wanted sisters too! And my sister is you? That makes it so much better!"

"But - what - wait?" Setsuna said, once more floored beneath the passage of Hurricane Konoka. "O - oh, sexy healer, this makes what we just did incest. Doesn't that bother you at all?"

"Oh, silly Secchan, incest is no big deal," Konoka said dismissively. "Why, the mangas Pal showed me were filled with brothers and brothers and brothers and sisters and sisters and sisters and mothers and sons and -"

"I thought you said you only read her yuri box," Setsuna said bravely.

"Not the time to get hung up on what I said or didn't say, Secchan," Konoka replied energetically. "- and mothers and daughters and ... and fathers and daughters ... and ..."

And a dark little light bulb turned on in Konoka's brain.

"But you know what, Secchan?" she said quietly. "I am angry. Not at you, no, never at you. But daddy? Oh, I'm plenty angry at daddy. Letting you think you were some orphan dependent on our family's charity? Not telling either of us before this? I absolutely can't forgive daddy for doing this."

Setsuna felt panic starting to crawl up her spine. She knew how much Konoka loved her father, and to see her this angry ...! "But, I mean, he had a good reason, I'm sure he had a good reason?"

"No reason is good enough for that. He cannot be forgiven ... not until he makes amends. Let's go tell him that he needs to get started on that." She stood up and pulled on the outer robe of her yukata, belting it loosely at the waist. "Come on, Secchan. Or would you rather I start callihg you oneesama, now? I kinda like that."

"Uh ... shouldn't we maybe get dressed before we go anywhere?" Setsuna asked, reaching for her undergarments.

"We won't need them," Konoka said grimly. Well, as grimly as one can say something with a naughty smile on one's face.

Clad only in robes, the two commando girls marched down the hallway to the room with the Setsuna-shaped hole in the door, where their father was still slumped at the tea table. Ignoring the hole, Konoka flung the door open and marched in, with Setsuna following apprehensively behind. "Bad daddy!" she declaimed, pointing a finger at said malign father. "Bad, bad, bad, bad daddy!"

"So you know," Eishun said sorrowfully. "I am so sorry, Konoka-chan. Please forgive your foolish -"

"Nuh-uh," Konoka interrupted, shaking her head. "I absolutely, definitely cannot forgive you. Nuh-uh, no way."

"How can I earn your forgiveness?" Eishun asked, looking as though he were on the verge of tears.

"Hm, I wonder," replied Konoka, tapping her finger to her cheek. She settled down beside her father. "Perhaps you can be forgiven if you tell us about Secchan's mother. You don't remember your mother, do you, Secchan?"

"Uh ... no, she died giving birth to me," Setsuna answered, still very anxious. She didn't really know where all this was leading, but something seemed very wrong about it all. More wrong than having sex with your sister? Shut up, imaginary Chisame.

"Died giving birth to her," repeated Konoka, emphasizing every word as she stared levelly at her father. "I wonder why that happened. People don't die of grief, they say, but when it comes to bird tribe demons, who knows? What was Setsuna-oneesama's mother like, daddy? Did she look like her daughter does?"

"Yes," Eishun rasped. "Sometimes ... sometimes it hurt, looking at her and seeing so much of her mother in her. The curve of her cheek. The way her eyes shone when she was with you. And -"

"Her wings?" Konoka asked impulsively. "Oh, that's right, you've never seen her wings, have you, daddy? She always kept them hidden away, because she was taught to be ashamed of them, ashamed of herself. Show daddy your wings, Secchan. Show him your beautiful wings."

"Uh ..." Setsuna temporized. "There's not really room in here for that, ojousama."

"We're technically in public, so I'll let that slide," Konoka said sweetly, eyes going starry. "Pleeease?"

She could no more resist that then she could fly to the moon. There really wasn't room, though, so she only let her wings unfurl slightly, just enough so that they showed behind her. It was a bit like flourishing them to scare off a predator. Really, it was harder to do this than it was to keep them hidden all the time; they wanted to be one way or another, and having them part of the way was rather -

"Beautiful," Eishun said brokenly. "Yes, her wings were black as the night, and yours are white as snow, but they are just as beautiful as hers were."

Setsuna felt the blush coming, and it surprised her. She let her wings collapse back to where they were normally hidden.

"Yes, they're beautiful. Each and every part of Secchan is beautiful," Konoka murmured. She'd moved around so that she was sitting behind her father, resting her chin on his shoulder as he gazed at Setsuna. "Of course, there are other parts of Secchan that you haven't seen, and so can't compare to the parts of her mother that you certainly did see, aren't there, daddy? Let's see about changing that. Setsuna-oneesama ... take off the robe, please." Eyes sparkling. Smiling sweetly. Voice like steel.

Setsuna saw herself undoing the robe's belt and letting it fall to the ground around her feet. She couldn't stop herself from doing that, but she couldn't stop herself from blushing brightly, either. She also heard Eishun draw in a hoarse breath, and suspected that the blush got even brighter as a result. It didn't mean anything, she told herself, everyone likes to be admired, no matter who was doing it.

But then, dimly, she saw that the sight of her naked body, gleaming in the room's candlelight, was only part of the reason for that gasp. Her jaw lowered slightly at the sight of Konoka's hand, slipping in through the fold in her father's robe, and the arm behind that hand moving slowly back and forth.

"Are they as pretty, Daddy?" Konoka asked. "Secchan's breasts. Are they as pretty as her mother's breasts were? I love Secchan's breasts, Daddy. I love the way they feel, the way they taste, and the way her face looks when I bite down on her nipples."

"Konoka," he gasped.

"What, daddy? What's the matter? You told her the truth about us, and then you let her come back to me, knowing what would happen. So you can't have any real problem with it. And if it's all right for us, then surely it's all right for all of us. That's just simple logic. You don't want to violate simple logic, do you, daddy?"

"But -"

"Stand up, daddy," Konoka continued, as though she hadn't been interrupted. With one arm holding around her father's lower chest, and the other hand still doing what it had been doing, she lifted up from her kneeling posture and brought him unsteadily along with her. Once he was on his feet, she pulled back the robe, exposing his own naked, scarred form. But never once did she let go of her hold on her father's manhood.

It was, of course, not the first time she'd seen one. Her training had included knowledge of all the ways there were to hurt a man, and gripping one there was a good way of doing it, and she had done well in the practicum. (Motoko-sempai had praised her even as Motoko-sempai's friend was yelling at them both for abusing her husband.) And she'd even done so once in the field, to Negi-sensei, by accident. And sometimes she remembered that, and blushed, and imagined ...

"I want this, daddy," Konoka said, her voice soft but loud enough for both of them to hear. "I love you, and I love Secchan, and I want the people I love to love each other. All of them. Do you want me to forgive you? Then do this." And then she let go of her hold, and pushed Eishun at Setsuna. He stumbled towards her, almost falling before he reached her and rested her hands on her shoulders.

She had never thought about this. Well, okay, she'd thought about how, if Negi-sensei were a little bit older, she wouldn't mind ... and there was that one time when she had watched Tsuruko-sensei rutting away with her husband in the kitchen, and had her first orgasm from caressing herself while watching, and even though she'd told herself that she was really aroused by Tsuruko-sensei's passion and by the sight of Motoko-sempai watching and rubbing herself just as she was, in retrospect she had to admit that sensei's husband was really very ...

"So beautiful," wept Eishun.

And then she realized that this was very much like that, as she fell back against the wall and felt Eishun's manhood push up against her and then push up into her. She was where Tsuruko-sensei had been, and Eishun was where sensei's husband had been, and Konoka was sprawled across the table rubbing herself and okay that was not even close to where Motoko-sempai had been, but oh god she was having sex with a man and the man was her father. And despite this, despite the fact that she had never even thought about this except for a few vague thoughts, with all of her passion focused into becoming worthy of Konoka, despite the fact that she had finally accepted that she loved the girl, despite how sick and wrong all of this was, it felt so good.

She felt the first orgasm approaching and didn't bother to fight it. First fight she'd ever thrown. Totally worth it.

His hands, which had been resting on her hips, moved back to lift up her legs so that her knees came up to his own hips, then pulled them both back from the wall. A step backwards, a turn, and then he was dropping to his knees and pushing her down to the floor. All this, while never once stopping his pounding into her. Such flawless technique, she marveled. As expected from a master of the Shinmei-ryu.

"Is he good, oneesama," Konoka asked, having come down from the table to press up against her side. "Is daddy good?"

"Yes, ojousamAAAAAA!"

"I didn't pinch you yet!" Konoka complained, then shook her head. "Oh, well, never mind. Are you almost done, daddy? Are you going to finish?"

"I, I, I," Eishun said, and Setsuna was surprised to see that he was sobbing.

"Ah, yes, you are. But, despite all of this, I still can't forgive you yet, daddy. So you don't get to finish inside Secchan." She pushed firmly against his chest. "Pull out. Or else."

Eishun reared back, but before Setsuna could react to the sudden emptiness in her, Konoka was moving, leaning down to fill it with two fingers even as she took her father's manhood in her mouth. Seconds later, Eishun let out a deep groan.

"Mmm, delicious," Konoka murmured a moment later.

"So ... have I earned your forgiveness, yet?" Eishun asked wearily, collapsing beside his daughters.

Konoka patted him on the chin. "You've made a good start. I am sure that I can forgive you eventually."

"Oh, no," whimpered Setsuna.

NEXT: Yuna.
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