Raynare was not an idiot. One did not survive long in the world of magic if you were stupid. There was always a bigger dog waiting to take a bite out of you if you stuck your hand in where it didn't belong. That may well explain why she was so willing and dare we even say it eager to step on those below her on the food chain. It was... cathartic, shall we say?
In any event, since she was not an idiot she was fully aware that Azazel was not an idiot either, and that he would have a reason to send down some items like a pen and a schedule planner. Namely:
"These are enchanted items," Raynare said aloud. "There is no other reason Azazel would send them to us unless they did... Something."
"Well, yes!" Kalawarner nodded. "Of course. I thought we were trying to figure out what they did instead of getting at something so obvious."
Tsch! Biting sardonic comments like that were exactly the kind of things that ground her gears! Raynare drummed her finger on the table right next to the items. That was the problem. They didn't scan as magic. At least, not traditional magic. Not the sort they were used to. There was... <i>something</i> odd about the both of them, but damned if she knew what it was.
Which made her wonder. Since Azazel was not an idiot, why hadn't he included some instructions for these items?!
"Why not just try, you know, using them?" Mittelt asked.
"As if your opinion matters any!" Raynare snapped back. "You're obviously being influenced by that boy in some way! He's brainwashed you with his Gear!"
"For that matter you told him where we're staying," Kalawarner added. "Perhaps we ought to monitor our former hideout in case he drops by.”
Hrm. Yes. That was a good point. Though Raynare hated being on the defensive like this. It would be much more her style to go on the attack! If only they knew how these new tools worked, they could set up a plan!
"You keep going on about how he brainwashed me with his Gear," Mittelt protested. "What's wrong with letting a random boy squeeze a work of art?"
That's it! Boundary crossed! No turning back now. Raynare grabbed hold of her pen and with eyes shining with magical fury she set to writing in the planner. On each of its pages there were a few spaces that needed to be filled in: Time. Date. Participants. Event Name.
For the time, she set it at five minutes from then. For the date, today. For the participants? Mittelt and a dance instructor. Event name? Pole dancing!
There! That was surprisingly cathartic. Whoo! Well, it wasn’t likely that this would have much of an effect. At least not without her knowing how to activate this object. She hadn’t noticed any magical energy being emitted so far, maybe there was a password?
Kalawarner snatched the pen out of Raynare's hand to take a closer look at it. "Editor," she read aloud. "That must mean something, yes? Perhaps we could use it to edit something or other?"
Edit... something? How annoying. If only they'd picked a library as a second base of operations instead of this storehouse for bathhouse supplies. They'd be able to edit a hell of a lot more there than here! Bah! Raynare angrily snatched up a bottle of liquid soap. It had a label on it. Hrm... Let's see here, it was called 'Lemon Scented Rose Brand Body Cleaner.' Considering this for a moment, Raynare scored out the word 'Lemon', and to her surprise there was now a blank space where that word had been. Interesting! So instead she thought about it a little more and wrote in 'chocolate'.
With hesitant hands, she flipped the bottle open and took a sniff. It was sweet. Very heady. "What does this smell like?" She asked. Kalawarner took a sniff.
"Chocolate?" She pondered. "I did not realise humans made this kind of soap."
"They don't," Raynare replied. "The smell shouldn't hold up. Not for something that cleans worth a damn at any rate. I wonder..."
Now she scored out 'Body cleaner.' Raynare was feeling quite a bit naughty by now, and besides which it seemed like a fun little direction to take this in. She was, deep down, a bit of a pervert herself. Especially when it came to humiliating others! Once she was done replacing those words she thrust the bottle right over Mittelt's head and squeezed out a dollop.
"Hey, what's the big - Ohhhhhhh! Y-You bitch!"
Kalawarner quirked an eyebrow and leaned in for a closer look at Mittelt dropped to her knees, panting and moaning like the kind of whore who would let a boy grope their chest and not think it was important.
"Liquid orgasms?" Kalawarner asked. "Well, at the very least we have an idea for how this thing works -"
"Pardon me!" a sultry woman in a leotard said, skipping into the room as though she belonged here. "Mittelt, I'm here for your pole dancing lessons."
"Nng! W-wait a minute here!" Mittelt insisted. "Wh-what pole dancing lessons? I mean I'll take them but - What am I saying?! I don't want pole dancing lessons, even though I'm definitely going to have them. Ah! Get this gunk off my head!" It was quite clear that the gothic lolita was very confused with the given situation, even more so with her inability to refuse the newcomer.
Now, Raynare was thoroughly enjoying herself. As stated before, she'd developed a bit of a bullying streak from this life of kill or be killed. Putting one over on Mittelt, even if she was an ally, was extremely cathartic.
"You should leave," Kalawarner said, imposing herself in between the pole dancing instructor and Mittelt. "You have no place here - except to teach Mittelt how to pole dance. Grk! That planner-!"
"Oh! Hohohoho!" Raynare cackled, quickly scooping up the planner into her arms. "My, my! What a delightful gift Azazel has given me! Now that I have a basic understanding of how this works, we shall be able to conduct a superb plan to eliminate this Issei boy, no matter what sort of Gear he may have!" She considered for a moment. "Once Mittelt has finished her lesson, of course. Can't interfere with - Oh, this thing is <i>good!</i>"
Meanwhile Mittelt was still very confused, but found her feet working against her own will. The petite blonde rose from her kneeling position and walked on wobbly legs to a pole that hadn't been there before. She grabbed onto it, then shot a death glare at Raynare. Oh yes. It's good to remember that in this life, it's not only you that must kill or be killed. Others can develop a sadistic streak as well. She began to twirl around the pole under the instruction of her teacher, the gunk on her head occasionally driving in an amazing climax.
Vengeance, thy name shalt be Mittelt by the time this day is done!
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Meanwhile, Issei was totally oblivious to the fact that he had a trio of Fallen Angels interested in killing him but were currently distracted by their new magical toys because, to be blunt, he was being a bit too distracted with his own magical toys.
By which we do not mean the level upper or the normality earrings.
Boobs. Boobs as far as the eye can see. Which, in Issei's case, is not very far because all he sees are boobs. Breasts. Tits. Wet and naked boobs just waiting for him to play with.
Now, he didn't simply dive on in to this wonderous display like some perverts might. No, no. He was still a decent sort deep down. Sort of. He had his limits to perversion. Kind of. So, before he did anything else he coughed into his hand to get the girls to pay attention to him, and asked perhaps the most important question of his life to date.
"Are you sure you girls mind letting me soap up your chests?"
"Not really, go for it," was the general consensus.
He made a noise not unlike a dog whistle. Since he had joined Kuoh Academy, he had admired the beauties in this school from afar. And while he had often fantasized, he had never even imagined it possible that he would be ordered to peep on girls. Especially not by the girls in question. And now he was even being given explicit permission to soap up cute, sexy boobs!
So in he went. Fully clothed and all. Ah, now he was no fool. He was given permission to touch with his hands, if he took off his clothes it would pass a barrier that he had not yet been given permission to cross! And while some part of his mind was screaming at him to ask for that very permission, he knew better than to indulge in that much greed. He would be thankful to whatever divine or infernal power had granted him this bounty, and be sure not to ask for anything more than what he needed.
... And then a certain kind of magic washed over the world. A different sort to that being used by Issei. It might well be for the best that the Fallen Angels had not yet realised the power of the Editor's Pen, or its grand reach. But here it was. Issei reached for a bottle of soap, and mysteriously its letters changed even as he prepared to soap up the first girl's chest.
It was no longer "Lemon Scented Rose Brand Body Wash," but rather -
"Ohhh... Ohhh, yes!" said the girl nearest to Issei as he rubbed and kneaded the soap right into her breasts. She threw back her head as the soaps sudded up, covering her bouncing boobs and, in the process, granting Issei a bit of extra experience for his 'touch girls' skill.
"Wow, my hands feel like they're cumming too!" Issei said in disbelief. He groped and squeezed the bare, sud covered sopping wet bouncing boobs and shuddered in delight. "It's even better than I dreamed!"
"Hey, do me next," a girl insisted. "I don't want to be late for next class."
Issei turned around. To his disbelief the girls had all circled around him, thrusting out their jugs as if for inspection. Ahahaha! Paradise! Like a dream come true! Like Koneko they were his Kohai’s, but their chests ranged in size. From barely there, to breasts that had clearly grown beyond the girl’s expectation. The sheer variety was astounding, it was like a buffet of tits only for him.
And... was that chocolate he smelled? Ah! What a sweet aroma it was! How sweet indeed!
"K-Kya!" the girl he'd been soaping up suddenly complained ."Oooh! What's with this soap? E-Every time I rub the suds into something, it makes me - Ooooh! Again!"
"That's - Ah! - very - Ah! - Strange!" said the girl he was soaping up next. "Yes! Yes! Yes! W-wait a minute, you're right. This soap is really weird and tingly."
Issei blinked in confusion, none of them had reacted negatively while he was soaping them up. Though they had clearly shown that it felt rather good, so maybe it had still happened?
"It might be better if we did not use it," Koneko observed, eyeing a bottle of the stuff suspiciously. "I will have it taken to the occult club for use. Put your bottles to the side and do not use them, no matter what."
"Can I still rub them onto your boobs?" Issei asked with his hands raised.
"Yes," Koneko said. "But only because it's you doing it. That is normal. It would be strange for the rest of us to subject ourselves to this after seeing what it does to a girl."
Well, Issei had no clue how this logic worked, and trying to wrap his mind around Koneko’s train of thought only ended with him twitching in confusion. Maybe he should take a bottle or two along to find out more himself? "Is it okay if I take some?" he asked.
“Ah sure, take as much as you want.” Said the mascot of the occult research club without even a second of hesitation. "But first you have to soap up all of our breasts. That is the normal thing for you to be doing right now. Anything else..."
She pounded her hand into her first in an almost casually threatening manner. Gulp! Okay... Maybe he ought to take this seriously then?
<i>Touching Girls
EXP Gain 40
Level Up! New Level 11, EXP 12/40 to Next Level Up</i>
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A few hours later, and it had been an extremely productive day for the Fallen Angels. These magical tools were extremely potent. Both of them had the potential to warp reality, and all you had to do was write a few simple words. Raynare suspected that truly powerful beings (like Azazel) would not be hit by these reality warping effects, but for lower level beings? For someone who merely had a powerful Gear? Yes, this should be enough. To disable them. To distract them. Whatever you needed to do.
"So, this event planner allows us to set events between any participants we want," Raynare said, drumming her fingers in thought. "That will make it trivial for us to draw Issei into any situation we desire, without any seeming limitation."
"A perverted event would probably be the best," Kalawarner observed. “Given he immediately made Mittelt think groping her chest was perfectly ordinary, he seems the type to use his ability to satisfy his base urges.”
"That makes him easy to predict," Raynare agreed. "So, once we have him in place we can easily use the Editor's Pen to ensure we maintain total control over the situation. Edit a few words in a few places, and we can alter the reality around him before he even knows it!"
Though that did rather leave them concerned with one thing. How do they deal with his brainwashing Gear power? If Azazel had these kind of tools, and wanted this Gear, then it must have a great deal of potential. Which was worrisome to the two Fallen Angels. They couldn't get complacent. If they approached someone with that kind of ability carelessly, they might well wind up like -
"Yoink!"
"Yoink?" Raynare and Kalawarner said in unison. They turned around - and say their ally Mittelt scribbling in the event planner. "Mittelt, what the shit are you doing?!"
"Setting up an appointment for the pair of you," Mittelt stuck out her tongue, then flipped up the event planner. Oh crap. The time: 5:00 PM. The date: Today. Participantes: Issei, Raynare and Kalawarner. The event? Breast massage! "You've been making fun of me all day for this perfectly ordinary thing. I don't get what's so weird or funny about it, but it serves you right for making fun of me!"
“We are doomed!” Screamed Kalawarner with her face in her hands. “We will just become some sex toys for that pervert!”
"Now, calm down Kalawarner!" Raynare said, slapping her across the face and, in return, getting an even harder slap back. "It's just gone quarter past one in the afternoon. We still have about four hours before we meet up with Issei to really let the stress out of my girls- Gah!" She would strangle Mittelt if she didn’t know that this was because of her brainwashing. And even so she was getting very, very tempted.
"Calm down Raynare!" Kalawarner said, slapping Raynare in the mouth and earning a harder slap back. "The location isn't specified by the planner. That means we can prepare a plan in advance. We might even be able to use the Editor's Pen to get us out of this mess!"
"A slow acting poison," Raynare nodded slowly, slapping Kalawarner and eating a punch to the gut in return. "Yes, that's the trick. If we poison him just before he brainwashes us, and time it so he dies just after our appointment is finished -"
"He'll brainwash us, then die!" Kalawarner stomped on Raynare's foot, which got her a poked eye as payback. "Brilliant! That should work!"
Well yes, it would suck quite terribly if he turned them into horny sluts or something, then died before they could find out how reverse it. But surely killing him would undo whatever effect his Gear had. Right? Surely?
... They were doomed!
- The girls are all late for class, Issei is pretty useless for the rest of the day.
- Koneko takes the soap to the Occult Club for analysis.
- Skip to after school, where Issei has this strange urge to head to that church Mittelt mentioned.
- Mittelt continues her revenge on her 'friends'.
- Meanwhile, another 'loot crate' arrives. This time in the student council office.
- Something else
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