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Chapter 7: Protection Spell

“Hey, Yukari, is something bothering you?” asked Tsukune, his voice disrupting the afternoon’s silence.

Yukari looked up curiously at her boyfriend from his shoulder, where she’d been resting her head. The two teens were sitting on a bench on the roof of the school during lunch; having finished eating, they’d taken the opportunity to cuddle before classes resumed for the afternoon. “Not really,” she answered, “why do you ask?”
The young man’s face reddened. “Ah, well, it’s just…” He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Your week is almost up, and you haven’t once suggested we… um… y’know.”
The witch smirked and tugged at the hem of her blouse to show Tsukune just a tad more of her cleavage. “Disappointed?” she teased.
“A little,” he admitted with an abashed smile.
Yukari sighed. “I wanted to be considerate of you,” she explained. “After a whole week with Boobzilla and… taking care of her… every night, I thought you could use a rest.”
Tsukune blinked. “That’s… very thoughtful of you. You didn’t need to worry, though,” he admitted, the red on his cheeks deepening. “I’m, um, a teenage boy, so… plenty of energy for… that kind of thing.”
“You cad,” teased the young woman as she tilted her head for a kiss, one she kept brief for the sake of this conversation. “I had another reason,” explained the young witch once the kiss had ended. “Last time, when we… became one… we, um, didn’t use any protection. That’s really dangerous, and we got lucky that nothing came of it.”
Tsukune winced. “I know. I’m sorry. Everything happened so fast that night; I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s my job anyway,” Yukari reminded him with a playful wink. “I’ve been working on a spell to let us… go for it.” Her cheeks turned a little pink. “I think it’s ready, so… would you help me, um, test it… tonight?”
Tsukune smiled and stroked Yukari’s cheek, already stiffening in anticipation. “I’d be delighted,” he accepted. “Not that I’ve really minded just hanging out with you and kissing a bit – it really has been relaxing,” he added.
Yukari pursed her lips, pretending that she was unconvinced, until a giggle ruined the effect. “I’m glad. I’m curious…” She blushed once again. “How are things with Moka – both of them, I mean? The titty-pie tramp too,” she joked.
Tsukune made several faces, which Yukari couldn’t quite interpret. “With the two sides of Moka, it’s… complicated,” the young man finally answered, “as you might imagine. Inner Moka’s still hard to figure out, but I think she likes me.” A smile flickered over his features.
“As for outer Moka,” he sighed, “something’s not quite right. I’d wanted her, liked her, for so long; but now… she feels, I dunno, distant.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Maybe she’s just… going through the motions for my sake? Ever since I admitted I loved all of you, and she got so angry, she comes across as… out of place, somehow.”
Yukari sighed helplessly. “I wish I could help somehow, but I can’t find anything on the kind of seal that separates the two halves of Moka.” She looked down with a defeated expression. “If I could, I might have some answers for you. I’m sorry.”
Tsukune squeezed his girlfriend’s shoulder to comfort her. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “It means a lot to me that you’re putting in that kind of effort.”
“I like her too, remember?” she reminded him. “Not to mention, it’s piqued my curiosity and presented a real challenge, even for my formidable intellect.” She smirked.
Tsukune chuckled at her boastful attitude. “I’m not sure it even has anything to do with the rosary,” he continued. “I just really hurt outer Moka’s feelings, that’s all. The way she’s reacted, though…” The young man sighed. “Now I’m questioning my own feelings for her.”
Any further conversation was interrupted by the sound of the bell calling students to return to class from lunch. Yukari gave Tsukune a peck on the cheek. Rising to their feet, they descended hand-in-hand from the roof.
~~~~~
After Newspaper Club that afternoon, Tsukune and Yukari grabbed dinner from the cafeteria with the others from the Club. Moka picked at her food and eyed Tsukune’s neck hungrily. Kurumu and Mizore sat side by side, apparently planning some sort of collaboration project involving food and song. Yukari picked up on a strange vibe from those two, as though the two of them had grown suddenly closer somehow. Rather than pursue that line of thought, the witch, accompanied by her boyfriend, left and headed for her room to test her new spell.
Once inside, Tsukune took a long look around, drinking in the details of the last of the girls’ rooms he hadn’t visited before. Besides the usual furniture, he noted the full-length mirror next to the closet, a small collection of stuffed animals upon the shelves, and the extensive array of books scattered throughout the room – spellbooks, books on magical theory, science texts, tomes of arcane mathematics, and dozens of novels. On her desk rested a copy of The Romance of the Three Kingdoms with a bookmark sticking out approximately two-thirds of the way to the end.
“I should’ve guessed you’d be such a bookworm,” Tsukune remarked with a sense of awe at the sheer breadth of Yukari’s reading selection.
“I am a genius, after all,” the witch bragged playfully. She picked up a pot of ink from her desk and held it towards the young man. “Unfortunately, even geniuses need a little help sometimes. I’ll need you to paint the symbol for ‘barrier’ on my stomach.”
Tsukune nodded and accepted the ink pot. “I’m happy to help. Does it need to be a certain size?”
Blushing, she answered, “It needs to stretch from just above my, um, groin, to the top of my stomach, just under my ribs.” Yukari unbuttoned her blouse as she spoke. “If I tried to paint it on myself, I’d have to do it upside-down or use a mirror, and I’m not quite that talented.” She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Once she’d hung up her blouse and skirt, Yukari stood wearing her navy bra and panties in front of Tsukune, who sat on the chair beside the desk to bring his girlfriend’s stomach to eye-level. With slow and steady strokes, he began to paint, interrupted only by the witch’s occasional giggles and protests about ticklishness. Gradually, the appropriate symbol took shape in dark ink on her fair skin.
Yukari inspected Tsukune’s work in the mirror. “That should do,” she chirped as she grabbed her wand from her desk and a book from one particular stack nearby. The witch flipped open the tome – Making Magic in the Bedroom: Love Charms, Aphrodisiacs, and Other Mystic Methods to Enhance the Experience (4^th ed.) – to a particular page and began chanting in a language Tsukune didn’t recognize. The pentagram filament in her wand glowed neon blue, nearly white; Tsukune had to shield his eyes from the glare. The painted symbol on Yukari’s stomach flared orange and vanished with the sound of a distant gong.
The room slowly returned to normal once the spell was cast. Tsukune lowered his hand and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe from now on, we should just use condoms,” he suggested.
“I don’t want to rely on those,” replied Yukari as she set her wand aside. “I’d be the only one you need them with, right? Moka’s family’s loaded enough to buy pills for her. Kurumu and Mizore can use their powers to prevent pregnancy. Why can’t I do the same?” A look of determination settled onto her features. “I refuse to be the only one who can’t feel you directly when we’re… together!”
Tsukune sighed. “Okay, but… what if the spell didn’t work?”
Yukari blushed and fidgeted. “We’ll know in a couple weeks when I miss my period,” she whispered in reply. More confidently, she asserted, “I’m positive the spell worked just fine, though!”
The young man nodded, deciding to take the witch at her word. She has gotten a lot better with her spells lately, he reassured himself. To demonstrate his trust, he loosened his tie, the first step of properly undressing.
Before long, both teens shared the desk chair, their nude bodies pressed together in various places. Yukari straddled her boyfriend, her sodden privates spread open against Tsukune’s erection. On their own accord, her hips ground slowly back and forth and smeared her wetness all over. The young man groaned in response to the feeling of her wet warmth gliding over him.
Yukari ran her hands through Tsukune’s hair when she leaned in for a passionate kiss. Her breasts grazed his chest, teasing them both. She shivered at the way he stroked her back, starting at the small and trailing upward along her spine.
One of her hands trailed down his chest, brushing over his scars en route to his groin. Yukari pushed aside thoughts about how Tsukune had gotten those scars; she didn’t want to dampen the mood or lose momentum now that they were about to become one again, for the first time in over a month – nearly two, in fact. Now that I think about it, I had the largest jump in the turn order, from first to fourth, a part of her realized dimly.
Yukari guided herself down onto her boyfriend, enveloping his delicious stiffness inside her and banishing all other considerations. “Oh, Tsukune,” she breathed, “it’s been too long.”
The young man nuzzled the witch’s neck. “It has, hasn’t it? I’ll do my best, then, to make up for lost time,” he promised. Tsukune kissed along Yukari’s neck and shoulders, while his hands roamed her soft skin.
They sat like that for some time, joined intimately but content to remain inert as they kissed and touched all over. Yukari looked into Tsukune’s eyes and saw the same barely-restrained desire she’d always seen when he looked at Moka. The young man saw a similar yearning in Yukari’s bright-purple irises, especially when he kneaded the young woman’s breasts or rear.
“I love you, Tsukune,” whispered the witch.
“I love you too, Yukari,” replied the human.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, the young woman began bouncing up and down, staccato strokes working her lover’s length inside her. Each stroke moved farther upward than the last, stimulating all her pleasure centers with each cycle. Yukari moaned lustily and kissed Tsukune with months’ worth of pent-up passion.
Tsukune kissed her back, one hand on her bosom and the other on her rump, pulling when she went upward for extra leverage. He lost himself in the feeling of being with Yukari like this, forgetting his worries about the future – school, the Newspaper Club, the other girls, everything. The chair rocked underneath him with his and Yukari’s combined motion.
The young woman rocked her hips more and more frenetically as she rapidly neared her peak, and she got the impression Tsukune wasn’t far behind. It didn’t last long, but I guess we were both overdue. The moment of truth is at hand, she announced grandiosely to herself. I’m not going to chicken out. The spell will work, the witch reassured herself.
Tsukune held Yukari close and deepened their kiss. He emitted a groan as the climax he’d held off as long as possible finally overrode his control. Yukari bucked in his lap, nearly throwing herself off him entirely in the throes of ecstasy. Finally, though, she ran out of steam and settled into a spent position, her chin on his shoulder and all her limbs lax.
~~~~~
In her room in the faculty dorm, Ruby floated in the bath, a bright-pink flush covering her skin, a flush not resulting from the heat of the water. With glazed eyes, she stared at the ceiling, reeling from the pleasure she’d just been feeling. Her nethers tingled due to the echoes of Yukari’s rather… vigorous… lovemaking with Tsukune, which (along with any other sexual pleasure the young witch felt) traveled along a mystical link between the two witches, formed by their mutual participation in the ritual which accelerated Yukari’s physical growth, rapidly aging the younger witch into her current, adult body.
A pang of jealousy rippled through the elder witch’s thoughts. It’s just not fair! She’s so sexy now… those electric eyes, those perfectly-kissable lips, those tremendous tits! Why would Tsukune ever give me a second look, when he already has one bodacious babe of a witch in his harem? she lamented.
She set her mouth into a firm line of resolve. No! I won’t give up on my dream. One day, it’ll finally be my turn with Tsukune. I’ll give myself to him fully; I’ll make myself his, to play with any way he likes. She tittered at the prospect, as if she (not Yukari) were the witch who’d been skipped several grades and was consequently more than a little immature. Her blush deepened as her mind wandered.
So many things will happen that day…
~~~~~
Eventually, Yukari separated herself from her boyfriend; his spent member slipped limply out of her. She reached for a handful of tissue and began cleaning her intimate areas to prevent a mess in the chair. Tsukune also grabbed some tissue to clean up.
“Oh, Tsukune!” the young woman giggled. “That was wonderful!”
The young man grinned. “Thanks, Yukari. I feel the same way.”
Yukari kissed his forehead. “I’ll, um, let you know… how things go,” she reminded him. “You’ll… take responsibility if needed, right?”
“Of course,” he promised. “I wouldn’t leave anyone high and dry in a situation like that.”
The witch hummed cheerily on hearing that. “You’re the best, Tsukune; it’d almost be worth it to go ahead and start a family with you.”
Tsukune scratched his head and chuckled, not quite sure how to respond to that statement at first. Finally, he managed, “L-Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Yukari nodded emphatically. “That’s why I said ‘almost,’” she explained. More playfully, she added, “Unless that’s the only way you’ll choose me over the others.” She winked to underscore that she was teasing.
The two teens laughed together and returned to a fully-clothed state. When they were dressed, Tsukune noted a pensive expression on his girlfriend’s face. “Yen for your thoughts.”
The witch sighed. “I was thinking,” she began, but paused to collect her thoughts. “I was thinking, if you choose one of the other girls, how would I feel?”
Tsukune licked his lips. “Okay, how would you feel?”
Yukari gave Tsukune a brave smile. “I’d be hurt, definitely, but… I think I could get over it, eventually,” she answered. “I’ve had my chance, fair and square – more than that, even, since we’ve actually… y’know.” She blushed and gestured at the chair, the site of their recent lovemaking.
The young man also flushed red. He took her hands gently. “Are you… giving up, Yukari? That doesn’t sound like the girl I know.”
The witch shook her head. “I’m just telling you how I think I’ll feel. Maybe knowing that will take some pressure off your decision? I hope so, anyway.” She gave him a brief, sweet kiss. “I’m just saying that, win or lose, I’ll be okay.”
Tsukune smiled. “Thanks, Yukari. That does help. I wonder if the others might feel the same way?”
Yukari frowned. “I doubt it,” she replied. “I won’t sugarcoat this: Moka’s always been possessive, even before; she won’t let go of you unless one of us pries you from her cold, dead fingers.” I might still have feelings for her, but she’s my rival, not my lover, she thought with grim determination.
Tsukune recoiled a bit at the witch’s bluntness, but she ignored his reaction and barreled ahead: “Mizore might bow out quietly, if you impregnate her first; but then you’d feel obligated to stay by her side, like you just said a minute ago.”
She paused to let that sink in before addressing the last one: “Kurumu, if what I researched is correct, now needs to have you in order to survive, at least until she reproduces; and I doubt she’d really be happy without you, even after that.”
Tsukune chuckled. “I didn’t really think it’d be that easy,” he commented glumly. “Your analysis was spot-on again,” he commended her.
Yukari squeezed her boyfriend’s hands, a sympathetic smile on her face. “Don’t worry about it too much, okay? You’ve still got another three months to make your decision; that’s two whole extra rounds with each of us.”
As they parted ways for the evening, one thought hung over Tsukune’s head like the sword of Damocles: I’ll still have to make that decision, though; and I’m no closer than I was a month ago.
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A/N:
Another week, another chapter. This chapter, and most of the others in this story, are nudging the overall narrative arc towards its conclusion, though you won't be seeing that, unfortunately, for a while yet. I haven't even started on the next fic due to my other time commitments. After my mid-story writer's block with this story, I'll be returning to my usual R+V pattern of finishing the story completely before posting the first chapter. I do know what I want to write and have a half-decent outline for it; I just have no idea when the writing will actually occur.
Quick reminders about continuity: Capu2 ep. 4 triggered "The Witching Hour," and ep. 5 coincided with "Cut the Crap, Tsukune!" I'm ignoring ep. 6, b/c it's dumb and I don't want to try to add it into this story's continuity. I've been proceeding under the idea that ep. 7, where the girls surprise Tsukune at his house over summer break, happened sometime before the beginning of "The Witching Hour" (which starts in the fall). I won't be doing much with ep. 8's "day in the life" stuff, but assume it happens in the background during this fic.
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