So, this was a bad situation for a Level 0 to find herself in. Saten nervously chuckled to herself while backing off down the road, unable to keep her eyes off the two in front of her. Touma - supposedly a Level 0 but there was something about him that was making her really doubt that - and Misaka, third most powerful Esper in the entire city.
So, it turned out that she'd been fucking around with them all day long. Sorry to be crude, but it was intended here to convey exactly how thoroughly panicked this young girl was right now at her situation. If they found out that she was the one primarily responsible for everything going on, then Misaka would almost certainly shock her while Touma would - oh, she didn't know exactly, maybe rush forward and punch her in the face while yelling about breaking her illusions, or whatever. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good! That was for sure!
One thing she had noticed for certain was that every time Touma's right hand touched Misaska, the experience bounced back to her ready to spend again. How did that work? No clue! Didn't really matter though, because she was pumping it right back in there. All the better to keep them distracted, right? While she beat a hasty retreat, and sincerely hoped nobody figured it out. Which would involve avoiding all telepaths for the rest of her life.
Whatever! All she wanted right now was to put some distance between them, and hope against hope that she could get this over with once and for all! So she'd dump those experience points into Seduce Touma... and then...
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They were here to interrogate Index and Sphynx. If someone had told him that this was what he'd be doing today, then Touma would have probably punched them, or called them stupid... or maybe just accepted it and cried about his misfortune. Anyway, the unbelievable part wasn't who he was interrogating. It wasn't even who he was interrogating them with. It was... well, how to put this?
"Alright, out with it!" Index leaned over to stare Index in the eyes. "I've felt like there's something weird about you since we met. What do you know about whatever's going on around here?"
Misaka has a nice butt. Like, really nice. It was astonishing that he'd never noticed it before, and yet there it was. A really nice butt that was gently swaying in place, as if trying to attract his attention. In fact, come to think she didn't even need to be bending over like that to interrogate Index, so it was almost as if she was deliberately trying to seduce him.
Even his right hand was wavering. Rationally, he knew that it would lead only to pain. But still. Booty. He had to have that booty. Feel it. Squeeze it. Grope it. This had to be some kind of special ability. A magic spell to make her seem sexually alluring? Something capable of affecting him even through Imagine Breaker? Of course. It made sense. If it was affecting her, then it could affect him through her. So long as the part that was magical or an Esper ability or whatever wasn't directly touching him, it could use her as a proxy to - She shifted her weight. This struck him as an unfair move. She might as well have dropped a piano on his head for all that it did to his thought process.
"What's your problem, Railgun?" One of them asked, rising to her feet in protection of index. "Trying to hog that boy to yourself?"
Misaka stumbled back, directly into Touma's path... and her butt brushed up against his right hand. The effect dissipated immediately, though she gave him a look that was even deadlier than her signature move. Years, taken off his life in the blink of an eye!
"No!" Misaka yelled, stepping right back into the girl's face. Well yes, of course. Unless this girl was a level 5 herself, trying to step to Misaka was not a good idea for almost anyone. "I'm trying to question that bundle of adorableness about... about... about!"
"You okay?" Touma asked. "You're trembling quite a bit."
"C-Cute...." Misaka grunted, pointing an accusatory finger at Index. Who was, indeed, absolutely adorable. As in, more so than usual. "Too... Cute...! Even... cuter... than... Than..."
"Gekota!" one of the girls whined, holding up a keychain with that dumb frog on it. "I know, it's heresy, but look at her! She's too precious to be real!"
"Ahem!" Oh, wasn't that Hyouka? "Hello Touma! We have a few things to discuss - "
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Okay, the points had been dumped back onto her pretty quickly there. That wasn't nearly enough time! Misaka could find her in seconds, siccing her on that boy was obviously not going to be enough to hold her attention. Or his. So what should she do, what else could keep them busy at a time like -
Wait. Wait, wait wait. That was quite a deviant thought she'd had just now. It was a naughty thought. A nasty thought. An... inevitable thought. What if, instead of dumping those points into letting her seduce that one specific boy, instead...
Let's dump those points into Yuri Instinct and see how long that takes them to undo.
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Quite without warning a runaway train collided with Touma's brain. Not really but it felt like it. I mean, what else could you call this feeling? Hyouka's words might as well have been raindrops landing on the roof for all they mattered anymore, because right now he was looking at Misaka and Index clinging on to one another.
"Ah... Biribiri?" Index asked. "Has Touma been mean to you again?"
"Kukuku," Misaka chuckled, stroking her hand through Index's hair. "You adorable little creature. I could just eat you up."
Then, the two of them kissed. A chaste peck on the lips, with a promise of becoming something much less chaste in short order. Their faces were inches from each other, and it felt like something extremely dirty was going to happen any moment now to spoil this innocent embrace between two girls who... normally didn't like each other very much. At all.
"Ahhhh, it's... it's too cute!" Hyouka sighed.
"Uwaaah! I didn't think it could get better than this!" the other girl- Junko, as he'd find out later - put the back of her hand to her forehead. "It's sizzling, it's scandalous, it's -"
"Asking for your face to get eaten off," Touma finished. He blinked, and shook his head. "Oy, oy! Misaka, what's gotten into you?! Cut that out!"
He reached out to her, pulling her away right as the kisses between them were starting to go in the direction they were already threatening to go in. Once he touched her with his right hand, the effect vanished - and this time he kept his hand on her. She seemed a bit dazed at first, but when the effect was gone she had the good sense to be embarrassed about the whole thing. Meanwhile Index was smacking her lips.
"Why does it taste like electric eels all of a sudden?" Index asked. "Touma! You didn't try some kind of prank on me did you?!"
"What kind of idiotic - " Touma began, but trailed off quickly. Prank, huh? That might be it. Some kind of stupid prank that was running out of control, and do you know what? This nonsense with Misaka felt like an attempt to keep them distracted. Especially with her “new power” seemingly switching as if to confuse them further..
"What's the big idea, grabbing onto me like that?" Misaka yelled, struggling to free herself. But no, not this time. This time he maintained that firm grip on her, not letting her go anywhere.
"Ahem!" Misaki coughed. Oh yeah, she was here too. For some reason he'd completely forgotten about her. "So, I've been meaning to ask, but why is Miss Flat Chest here running around in a swimsuit?"
"F-Flat chest..." Misaka twitched, eyeing her fellow Level 5 the same way an alpha eyes the alpha of another pack. She lifted her hand as if to throw some lightning, but none came out. "Hey! What's the big idea!"
"Hyouka! You wanted to speak with me"? Touma interrupted, pulling Misaka back into him. She went really quiet for some reason, which was good. Biribiri wasn't just a reference to her electricity powers, it was also a reference to how noisy she could be.
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Well, crap, now Misaka wasn't taking any points at all! Ugh! This was bad, this was super bad, she was going to get punched super hard in the face and a dose of electricity and probably many other nasty things all at once. Argh! And the worst part was she'd have it coming, too!
No, no, wait. There was still an alternative way out of this. They wouldn't punch the person responsible if it seemed like an accident, right? Or! Or if that person was as much victim of it as anyone else...
Which meant... Saten pulled out her phone, and checked a certain fansite. Oh Uiharu...? How does it sound, being set up to be a fake supervillain...? Desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Right!
So what sort of skill should she enter to make that magic happen?
- Fake Supervillain For Touma and Misaka to Defeat.
- Obsessed With Shipping Touma and Misaka
- Grand Pervert
- Decoy for Saten
- Something else
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