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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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For the second time in this story, I wrote the majority of this chapter.

Negima belongs to Akamatsu Ken, and he didn't write this. Once again, though, neither did I, turning scripting duties over once again to OverMaster.

Decadent Habits

Chapter Eight: Akira

Two girls walked down the street under identical umbrellas, approaching the residence of Professor Akashi.

"Calm down, Akira," Izumi Ako asked, looking up at her much taller friend. "I'm sure Yuna is fine. So she hasn't answered our calls, so what? She often turns her phone down when she doesn't want to be bothered."

"I'm completely calm," Okuchi Akira said, in a seemingly even and unfazed voice. But Ako knew her better than that. Akira's emotions were usually very subdued and subtle, and you had to read between the lines to know when she was anxious. This was one of those times. "But something still tells me this is abnormal. She never spends that long cleaning."

"You know that place brings back memories. Maybe she decided to stay there for the night. She used to do that all the time. Plus, you know, it's raining out here."

"That's the weirdest part," Akira said. "When I came home from my indoor pool practices, I found Yuna had been there minutes ago, then left. I saw the water puddles she left all over the carpet, and her closet was open, with some of her clothes missing. It couldn't have been long since she had left."

Ako made a thoughtful sound. "I see. That is kind of strange."

"In any case, even if she's just cleaning, she could use our help," Akira continued, smiling her usual small smile. "And our company. Alone here all night long, with nothing but memories of her mother to distract her ... that has to be difficult for her."

Ako giggled. "Or she could be eating huge amounts of popcorn and watching gunfight movies on TV."

Akira laughed back, softly as ever. "Maybe you're right. I guess I worry too much at times."

Either way, they were at the house's doorstep now. Akira reached up with a fist and knocked twice; there wasn't a doorbell in sight anywhere. Akashi-sensei was an old fashioned man, after all. "Yuna? It's us, Ako and Akira," she called.

There was absolutely no answer whatsoever.

"Yuna," Akira called out, knocking again, now a bit louder. "Are you there, Yuna?"

Again, no one answered, but Ako made a puzzled face and held a hand up. "Akira, wait. I think I hear something from the inside."

"You do?" Akira paid closer attention, soon sticking her ear to the door's frame. "Yes, I think you're right. I think it's Yuna's voice and ... something else, but I can't make it out."

Ako's expression shifted to one of nervous uneasiness. "Akira ... it sounds ... it sounds like ..."

"Yuna!" Akira knocked rather harder now, raising her voice. "Yuna, I know you're in there! Can you hear me?"

Ako's visage was paler. "Akira-chan, maybe we'd better leave now."

"Leave? Yuna might be in some sort of danger!" Since the events in Mundus Magicus, she had learned to stay alert at nearly all times. (Which might be contributing to her anxiety, since that sort of vigilance was kind of tiring, even for her.) But Negi-sensei still had many powerful enemies, ones who could choose to strike at him through them. She began to pound at the door. "Yuna! Yuna!"

Ako grabbed her by an arm and pulled her back. "Akira-chan, no. Please. I think I know that kind of sound." Her cheeks were crimson red. "We might be violating ... Yuna's privacy."

"What do you mean?"

Ako looked down, stammering, "W-Well, you know! We're at that age where it's just ... natural for us to ... experiment ... and, well ..."

Akira frowned. "What are you trying to imply?"

"Umm, p-please, Akira! D-Don't make me to say it!"

Akira arched an eyebrow above her frown. "Ako! Yuna can be a bit shameless at times, but she isn't that kind of girl. Do you think she'd bring a boy here, to her father's own house, just to ... to ..." She trailed off as she saw that Ako's face showed that she was really offended by those last few words, even though she tried to hide it.

"Ako?" Akira said hesitantly. "Did I say something wr-"

Ako turned around sharply and stomped away.

"Ako!" Akira dashed after her. "Wait! What did I say?"

The shorter girl sniffled before stopping abruptly. "'That kind' of girl..."

"Eh?"

Ako let out a short sob. "What 'kind' of girl, Akira? A 'vixen'? A 'harlot'? Do you think you need to be that kind of girl to do that kind of thing?"

"Ako, I don't understand you. What-"

The assistant nurse rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry. I overreacted. It's my own fault. I never told you, but I should have-"

"What do you mean?"

"Akira-chan, I ... I am not a virgin anymore."

"What?" Did she know -

"It happened after Negi-sensei saved the Magical World, and everyone was brought back." The shy nurse looked way down, struggling to get the words out. "I was so happy to see Tohsaka-san again, and he was happy to see me again, too. Mostly, I was glad to see he'd changed so much. He promised me he'd change his ways, even drop the slave business. And I realized how much he had come to matter for me. He sacrificed himself for me. And so ... I decided to give myself in body and soul to him."

"B-But Ako! That's-!" With a man more than twice her age who lived in Fantasyland?

Ako held a hand up again. "Don't blame him. It was my idea. He tried to oppose it at first, but then he said he'd fallen in love with me as well. After we ... did it, he asked for my hand in marriage. But I knew I couldn't stay with him. I couldn't abandon my family ... or Negi-sensei. Because as much as I love Tohsaka-san, I still love Sensei even more."

She began to cry bitterly. "Oh, Akira! I'm so wicked and twisted, leading two men on at once!"

Akira sighed, hugging her warmly. "There, there. Don't be so harsh on yourself. You're a wonderful person, Ako. You have nothing to be ashamed about." After all, Misa has five men wrapped around her finger at any given time, and she's still a good person. Sort of.

Back at the Akashi house, a sweaty, now fully naked professor laid on his back looking at the door. "Eh? Yuna, did you hear something?"

"Must have been the rain," she purred, already eager for more, rubbing herself against his side. "Again, Daddy. Come on, make your girlie happy ..."

He exhaled a sigh. "Again? Yuna, we really shouldn't-"

"Liar," she said, mischievously crawling over him, straddling his hips and pulling her shirt and bra off, baring her now full nudity to his amazed eyes. "That's not what you were saying moments ago while you pushed your thing into me again and again. Make me yours again, Dad. You know you want it too."

He breathed in, running his hands over her full breasts, playing with the nipples between his fingers. "You've grown so much ..."

"Yeah. We haven't taken a bath together in years, have we? Nnnghhh," she said, pushing herself down on his stiff member. He grabbed her by the hips, keeping her in place as she started bouncing up and down. "Ohhh, yes. Oh, this feels so wonderful," she panted, sticking her tongue out obscenely.

"Yes," he hissed, pumping in and out of his precious little girl, profoundly grateful for unincanted revitalization spells. "But, when we're done here, we should take a shower together ... and then maybe look for Asuna-kun and ask for her forgiveness."

"Yeah, I guess I was a little too harsh on her," she admitted as his hands rubbed her full, bouncy lower cheeks up and down. "Maybe we should make up to her by -" She shuddered as she felt a finger sneaking up her butt. "OH! DADDY!"

"D-Didn't you like it? Your mother did..." he fluttered nervously.

"Like it? I loved it! Do it again!" She giggled mischievously, lowering her head to kiss his lips.

He couldn't help but try to satisfy her wishes. She was so much like her mother. Well, not in everything. While showering, he learned that unlike his wife, she actually liked copulating while standing and under the flow of water. Maybe they could work a viable compromise out for this kind of thing ...

Both Ako and Akira were completely wet by the time they reached Akira's dorm room; the umbrellas only helped a little. Ako's dorm was further away, and it still was raining too hard. Ako called Makie and told her she'd be staying for the whole night. The good natured gymnast had just told her it was okay, and that she should enjoy her time there. Ako thanked her before cutting the call and addressing her tall friend again.

"Well, I ... I think that's all I had to confess," she said, drooping down on the couch, wiping pale wet hair off her forehead. Akira handed her a towel, and she began rubbing her head dry. "Thank you. You know, now I'm thinking you were right about Yuna. About her maybe being in danger, you know. Maybe I was -"

"No, I think it's exactly what it sounded like." Akira shook her head. The memories of Yuna's own excited confession, about her sexual debut with that wolf-man, weighed on her mind as a reminder that, yes, Yuna could, indeed, do those kind of things at times, despite Akira's standard initial reluctance to admit it.

Ako also wondered exactly why was Akira so sure about it now, but preferred not pressing on the matter. Her friend sighed and told her, "You should take a hot shower. To prevent a cold, you know."

"M-me? Oh, no, you go first!" Ako said. "It's your house, after all."

"You sure you won't mind?" Akira asked. Normally, she'd have insisted further on the first turn being Ako's, but she felt so cold, and not only because of the rain water, the offer was too tempting to outright reject it.

"I'll be fine!" Ako laughed awkwardly. "I'm not sick any more, Akira. A few minutes like this won't kill me."

"Okay." Akira began to walk for the shower stall. "Yuna still has dry clothes in her closet. You can take whatever you want."

"Thanks, Akira," the petite girl answered.

Akira got into the bath, closed behind herself and pulled her socks off, then her pants and panties, finally her T-shirt and bra. She turned the hot water on and began washing her tensions away, trying to tell herself Yuna was okay, and so was Ako. Still, she couldn't stop worrying about them. She knew too much. She mourned for their innocence, and her own.

It didn't help matters that she knew that neither she, nor Yuna, nor Ako, nor even bubbly Makie had probably not been genuinely virginial even before their trip to the Magical World. When the truth about Negi-sensei had come out, she'd made him sit down and tell her everything ... including what he knew about that night she couldn't remember at the start of the second year, about how Evangeline had used Makie and the rest of them as slaves. And somehow, she knew that Evangeline had not restricted herself to delicate bites on their necks and enforced cosplay.

But that was nothing as compared to the idea of Ako and Yuna having sexual encounters with grown men ... men pounding on their bodies, taking what remained of their innocence forever ... taking their sweaty, naked bodies and making them true women. That idea made her feel so ... uncomfortable ...

And yet, she couldn't shake it off. She kept on picturing Yuna's buxom body being taken again and again, and a naked Tohsaka-san pumping into Ako, roughly claiming her as his own, and it made her feel a strange tingling between her legs. Akira moaned, sneaking a hand down to her most private place. She began rubbing up and down, her breath becoming heavy and raggedy, her other hand pinching and squeezing her hardened nipples.

She pictured herself in Ako's place, lying under Tohsaka-san's pumping body, and then as Yuna. Then her thoughts treacherously wandered over to Negi-sensei, imagining it was him inside of her instead of her fingers, and it all was so wrong, but it also felt so magnificent. She began wondering how it would be, to be surrounded by all of them, their hands traveling all over her body, caressing herself ...

She moaned, reaching climax on her fingers, falling down to her knees, panting and wheezing. And then the shower's door flew open.

"Akira!" A concerned Ako stormed in. "Are you okay? I heard-!"

Then the nurse recoiled, seeing her friend there, naked, cheeks flushed, with her fingers still inside herself, her thighs shiny with a mixture of water and her juices.

They looked at each other with a startled mix of confusion, shame and fear.

And then they flew into each other's arms at once, kissing clumsy but passionately. They just couldn't hold it anymore.

Akira had wanted that for that so long, ever since that time they hugged naked at the baths of the slave house, when she was comforting Ako over Nagi-san's true identity, and, incredibly, her friend had tried, in her grief, to comfort Akira about what silence had cost the swimmer. Ako was so small and so beautiful, even down to her scar, and so sweet and so courageous as well. She couldn't help but rip the clothes off her body, then kissing and licking her small perky breasts, even as Ako sighed lovingly, running her hands all over Akira's back.

They kissed again, and that was only the beginning.

Early that morning, Makie woke up to notice it had stopped raining, and Ako was stumbling through the door, clearly spent but smiling and shyly flushed, her hair in disarray and wearing clothes that were too big for her. "Ako-chan?" the pink haired gymnast yawned. "You look like you didn't get much sleep."

"No ... no, I didn't," her friend stated without any regrets.

"Then have some more sleep," Makie turned around in her bunk, tightening the covers around herself. "It isn't a school day today. Rest as much as you need."

"Yes, I'll do just that." Ako took her shirt off and slumped down into her own bunk, quickly falling asleep with a goofy grin.

Makie wondered exactly what could have kept her up all night long, from the looks of it, but then shrugged it off and fell asleep again.

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