What does it mean to be "fuck-hungover" after being "fuck drunk"? The answer, of course, is reality. Tanukichi had given up on the paper cups underneath the water cooler, instead upending the entire container so he could rehydrate as soon as possible. Salt. He also craved salt. If someone pointed him at a big heaping pile of salt he'd probably strip down and dive into it, then worry about salt poisoning later.
But those were just the physical repercussions. There were also the psychological to consider, like whom he had done what with, how many times, in how many positions and the myriad implications of each of them. Especially doggy style. Any one of the times they'd done it like that he could have run away. Did not. Chose to stay. Chose to keep pounding away into that warm, moist...
"Gaaaah!" he gasped as the last of the water drained into his rehydrated body. Still felt whoozy. Still craved salt. Muscles still sore and... Had Hyouka been here? Kind of hard for him to remember. The fuck-hungover boy pulled himself up with his hand on the table's edge and tried to steady himself. Shake it off. Think for a moment about why this had -
<i>Rick</i>! Of course. He must have done something to Anna, made it so that he couldn't resist her using his otherworldly sex magic! Was that how it was going to be for everyone? In that case maybe an alliance wouldn't be such a hot idea for SOX to follow through with.
Just as he was about to leave the door opened, and exactly the person he wanted to talk to was standing right there. Ayame! Standing up straight, clutching a folder to her chest. The reflection against her glasses made it impossible to see her eyes, but she had that fake serious look she always wore when out in public. Beneath that mask was the beating heart of a girl who loved dirty jokes, and oh boy, was he all freshly delivered with a supply of material for her.
"Ayame! I'm so glad to see you!" he said, looking through the corridor and... Finding it kind of messy, but empty of people. Great! He pulled her inside, locked the door so they wouldn't be interrupted without warning, and considered his words carefully. "We've got to talk about that Rick guy. I think he's really bad news!"
"Bad news," Ayame said with a strangely dreary absence in her voice. She pulled out her phone, set it to briefly switch off her Peacemaker, and said in the same tone, "Like discovering the boy you like with his dick in some other woman's 'paper'."
The implication of that joke flew over his head so high, a nearby observatory might have mistaken it for a shooting star. Otherwise he might have unlocked the door and run for the hills.
"Are you... Feeling alright?" he asked. She nodded. Strange. Even though the lighting had changed, there was still this reflective glare off her glasses. "Well, anyway... I'm not sure that I like what this Rick guy is trying to do. It feels like he's trying to replace one kind of tyranny with the exact opposite kind."
Ayame nodded, then turned around, opened her folder and started spreading the contents out on the table.
"My bet is," he continued, utterly oblivious to the fate set out for him, "That fiend is intending to use pleasure to make everyone conform to his own ideals! His society will treat prudes the way this society treats people that like dirty jokes! That's not better for anyone, it's one form of injustice being replaced by another. Just a cycle of revenge."
"Re...venge..." Ayame whispered. "Like a cycle of three people licking away at each other's -" A truck drove by at that exact moment. "Is that what you're describing?"
"I... Suppose?" Tanukichi scratched his head. "Ayame! We've got to do something about this. After all, we should also consider the rights of people who... want... to be... prudes...?"
Huh. He hadn't really looked at the pictures on the table, but now that he was. They were all of the same general topic, drawn in a very familiar artstyle. Ah, ah, now here came the creeping mortal terrors back all the way down his spine! Ayame already knew about him and Anna, and that was what was causing her creepy mood just now! Nng! No!
"It wasn't my fault!" he protested. "You should have seen those yoga pants she was wearing, and the pies! The pies out of nowhere! This is because of Rick! I bet he trained her how to be irresistibly seductive, and -"
"And if I ask Rick, would he teach me to be irresistible too?"
She still had her back turned to him. Her skirt hit the floor. Ayame wasn't wearing any panties. She stuck her hands on her hips, lifted her left foot onto the table and then turned her head to peer over her shoulders at him, tugging the glasses down so she was peering over them.
As for Tanukichi himself, he was staring wordlessly and blinking really, really hard. As if trying to ask a question but unable to come up with the answer.
"Or maybe," Ayame said, licking her lips. Then her hands flew up the front of her body, and from the way her blouse was moving it was obvious she was undoing buttons. "I already am irresistible?"
"Ayame?" the still slightly fuck-hungover boy asked. Then he saw something that hit him like a splash of cold water when Ayame turned around and let the blouse and jacket slide down off her shoulders, revealing her very naked, very appealing body for his appraisal.
But it wasn't her rather impressive, fit, and tailor-made for dirty jokes body that had grabbed his attention. It was her eyes. Which were showing (one, two, three, four...) five throbbing pink hearts in her iris. Just like Anna. Oh lord, it was spreading! It was a plague! It was -
A thought interrupted by an eager, naked babe tackling him to the wall, using her teeth to undo his zipper, and the rest was... Magical.
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The duties of Oboro, a boy that was conditioned to believe he was a girl, were - Hang on, before we call his duties surreal we need to maybe take a little distance from his character description so it doesn't seem mundane by comparison.
His first major duty was to protect Anna's booty. He had unknowingly failed in this. He was not supposed to permit any perverted incidents to happen to Anna. He was allowed to let Anna do perverted things to others, but... Well, it wouldn't be as if he could tell the difference given the earlier encounter in the council room.
His second major duty was to obey Anna. This was a more troublesome matter. Anna had ordered him to release his "love nectar", and Oboro did not truly understand how to go about doing so.
Therefore, he had strode out among the other students, determined to figure out the solution by rational observation and deduction. For one thing, the female students all appeared to be a trifle flushed. Peculiar. Perhaps some manner of sickness that has targeted the female gender? In which case that could be a risk to Miss Anna's health!
"You," he said to a flushed girl passing him by at that moment. "I will test your temperature."
"Eh?" The girl jumped. "Ehhh?" He leaned forward. This was the most reliable means of testing temperature that he was aware of: Press one's forehead gently against the other's. By comparison between similar kinds of location on the body, one can efficiently ascertain a temperature difference. "Buwuwuwuhhh!" the girl whimpered and trembled.
"No fever detected," Oboro calmly declared.
"Pardon me!" another girl interrupted. Curiously, there was something about her demeanour that reminded Oboro of Miss Anna. Perhaps it was something in the eyes... Yes, the eyes! They shone with brilliant innocence, a desire to help others. He therefore trusted this girl implicitly. "That's a kind of old-fashioned way to test someone's temperature. I know a better way."
"I endeavour to improve upon my medical knowledge at any opportunity," Oboro said. "Please demonstrate."
"Huh?" the first girl gasped, but then the second merely tilted her head, stuck out her tongue and inserted it into the first girl's mouth. Oboro nodded. Yes. This made sense. Again, it would be confirmation of temperature by comparing similar areas of the body. Although peculiarly, his pants felt extremely uncomfortable, and it was getting worse the longer this went on.
"Ooh, yes, definitely running a fever!" the second girl breathily proclaimed, while the first was hanging onto the second's shoulders merely to keep standing. She looked Oboro over as though he were a piece of well-cooked steak. "There's no time to waste. I know exactly what this is, and there's only one cure."
"I see," Oboro calmly replied, standing at full attention in more ways than one. "What is this cure?"
"Love nectar."
- Meanwhile, Rick starts trying to win the approval of Sophie so he can save this world from her.
- Tanukichi is getting fuck-drunk again.
- Anna notices a disturbance in the Force.
- Oboro sets about on a new mission: Cure every sick girl in school from this mystery malady. That is the only way Anna will never catch this sickness!
- Something else
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