Story: Croce di Eros

Have you ever heard the story of the fifth ranked Level 5? Her name was Misaki Shokuhou, the top ranked telepath in Academy City. A truly dangerous Esper, capable of controlling minds in any which way she saw fit. She could read them, she could control them, she could alter memories or moods or emotions at a whim. Yet she was still only that fourth Ranked as those higher than her had the means to block her skills. Well that and a good deal of the ranking depended on military value. While her mind-control made her a supreme spy, there was just something about railguns and the ability to instantly hack almost anything that was really neat.

Anyway, these days she was known as the Queen of Tokiwadai and she would have been known as such even if she didn't have the ability to press a button and make people worship her as a Goddess walking the Earth.

You see, the school she was visiting was one filled to the brim with what could only be called spoiled Ojou-samas. Not the mean type, rather the naive and innocent sort. The kind that would call a boy a <i>gentleman</i> and barely knew how to interact with people outside their social circle. With such a surrounding, it was almost natural for a sort of clique to form and her to become something of an idol.

Despite all that there was one boy that she had on her mind pretty much constantly. No prizes for guessing who, but here's a hint in case you can't: It's the local harem protagonist. They've actually known each other for quite a long time. Not that he can remember due to an unfortunate memory accident (the first of them that he suffered) that meant he couldn't form any memories of her at all.

Yet she persevered. She made sure to get her chest size up. She practised flirting with him, practised getting to know him over and over and over again until she had it down to a science. Problem was that of late there were <i>other girls</i> hanging around him. Some nun and - of all people - fellow Tokiwadai Level 5, known as the Railgun.

The same Level 5 was one of the girls in Tokiwadai that didn’t fall into the innocent oujou-sama category. More so, Misaka Mikoto had gotten a taste of the Darkness hiding in this city. And that alone made her a bigger threat than any of her other schoolmates would have been if they switched roles.

Cue Misaki standing in her room, in her underwear, standing in front of a mirror and practising sexy poses. It was clear that she needed to up her game if she was going to win out in the end. Sure, she had the advantage when it came to feminine curves and maturity, but her stupid prince wasn’t the sort to be swayed by such things alone. She needed a plan. She needed a scheme.

But first she needed to figure out what was trying to mess with her head.

"I'm not the top ranked telepath in the city for nothing, you know!" she said. Misaki put her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest. Nice! "I can feel you, whatever you are. Trying to influence my thinking. Inserting such naughty thoughts. Nasty, naughty thoughts that aren't my own."

Misaki blew a kiss into the mirror. "Bu~ut, it's not going to wo~ork!" she playfully giggled. "I'm going to figure out who you are, what you're trying to do, and then I'm going to sto~op you!"

With a twirl on her feet and a flip of her hair Misaki strode confidently across her room, quickly picking up her freshly pressed uniform and tossing it onto her. Though internally she was not quite as confident as she appeared.

Ever since she had woken up this morning without pause or hesitation someone had been beaming perverted thoughts into her head. She hadn't worked out who. She hadn't worked out how, or where, or anything other than the fact that this individual had an extremely lewd and suggestive and <i>sneaky</i> mind. For a whole day. Someone had sat in a chair and lewded at her for an entire day.

Yeah, that wasn't happening in any kind of common sense world. Which meant one of two things: Someone had automated their telepathy in some way, or an advanced machine had been built for this purpose and was currently sitting on auto-pilot. Neither one of these sat with her very well, as if it could hit her this hard what might it be doing to other people?

Not to mention that her position as top telepath in the city meant her pride was being hurt by this remarkably determined pervert. As she was about to leave her room a terrible thought occurred to her. Could a rogue scientist have cloned her brain again? If so, they might have been able to push this effect out there. Misaki wasn't the kind of girl to get nervous easily, but the sheer possibility of this was enough to make her sweat a little. Not just because that might be what was happening, but that it might be something somehow even worse than that.

She swallowed it down and went outside. Almost as soon as she did, she ran into her typical entourage. A celebrity will always have those thought of as their biggest fans, and these three were undoubtedly Misaki's. Makigami Komaki, Hokaze Junko and Kobayashi Shimanaka.

Komazi was a shorter girl wearing her hair in two pigtails. Junko had meanwhile a rather unique curly hairstyle, where her long hair was in many twirls, making it look almost like they were drills. The final girl of their group had short hair and straight bangs.

“Oh Misaki-sama, are you searching for something?”

Misaki smiled at Makigami Komaki, clasped her hands behind her back and beamed her warmest smile at them. "I am thirsty," Misaki said, discretely pressing her 'mind reading' remote behind her back.

<i>"I'm thirsty too after staring at that chest!"</i> Komaki thought.

Then all three of them moved with the precision of a military unit. Junko hurried off to grab a fan, Komaki produced a thermos from her backpack and Shimanaka, for whatever reason, had a tumbler with a straw already in it.

<i>"Ah! Her lips are touching that straw!"</i> Shimanaka thought. <i>"Wh-what do those lips feel like? Pressed against my forehead, or my hand, or my own lips...?"</i>

Misaki sputtered a bit at that, causing the two girls to leap back in fright. That kind of thinking was definitely abnormal for her! She turned her attention towards Junko next.

<i>"Breasts. Damp breasts. Soaked through shirt. See through. Completely see through. Spilled water. Can stare for hours. So nice! So very, very nice..."</i>

Which was enough to make Misaki look down and realise that she'd accidentally spilled some of this cold water down her own shirt. Weirdly it was exactly enough to ensure that her bra was completely visible, while also not being enough that she would have even noticed without reading Junko's mind.

"New shirt!" Misaki ordered, at which point Komaki had returned with a fan. Without questioning why, she hauled her own shirt over her head and tossed it at Misaki. "Thank you!" Misaki answered, then stopped on noticing that the other two girls were now staring quite unashamedly at Komaki, who was now standing there topless but for a - but for a very revealing bra that was definitely not her usual style!

It wasn’t like Misaki had a special interest in the underwear her classmates wore or anything. Regardless of what this perverted telepath was still trying to make her think. But you just end up seeing such things when you go to school with a fellow girl. Gym, swimming classes, lots of situations where such is inevitable.

"Ugh..." Komaki grumbled, suddenly rubbing at her forehead while Junko stepped forward. "W-wait a minute, why did I -"

Whatever question it was she was about to ask, Junko popped her hands forward and blatantly groped Komaki's breasts.

"Nice bra," Junko said. Squeeze, squeeze. "Gosh, it feels even softer than it looks."

"Yes, it is," Komaki answered. "To be honest, it's my first time wearing it. A colleague got it for me as a gag gift, and - I don't know, today I felt like wearing it for some reason."

Misaki frowned and pointed her remote at the two of them. Neither one seemed aware of how odd their behaviour was. So far as they were both concerned, there was nothing at all odd about Komaki standing there in just her bra, or for Junko to 'feel how soft the bra was'.

Even more curious, none of their thoughts were particularly.. lewd. Well they were in the practical sense of what they were thinking. But it seemed that her clique was honestly just thinking of touching their fellow student’s breasts as something kinda nice. Same with wearing that bra. There was no sexual part to it for any of them. Misaki couldn’t help but wonder why that was.

"What are you two doing?" Shimanaka yelled. "Hey, c-cut that out, doing that out in the corridor where anyone can see!"

Yet Shimanaka could see it! Aha! What's more, for the first time today Misaki couldn't feel any perverted thoughts trying to push their way into her mind! With a tug on her fellow mind reader's sleeve, Misaki entered into a telepathic conference with her.

"You noticed?" Misaki telepathically asked. Shimanaka nodded. "Tell me about it. I want to know."

"W-well, it started when I woke up this morning," Shimanaka said. "I felt... something trying to put perverted thoughts into my head. I fought against it as long as I could, but then it started feeling good. Really good. Then I sort of... forgot all about it until just now. It's as if it let go of me all of a sudden to do something else."

Like, for example, exerting a stronger influence on these two right in front of them. Junko brought her hands down, and at the same moment that she did Misaki felt two things happen at once: Shimanaka staring rather obviously at her breasts and a thought that was not her own telling her that she should give the underling a better look.

Which told Misaki that there was definitely an intelligence behind all of this. Which made her feel even more determined that she was going to put a stop to it. Misaki took a step forward, felt the weight of a shirt in her hands - then realised she needed to change. She could hardly go out in public like this!

"Back in a minute!" she sang out to her entourage. Right. That was probably the purpose of all that, wasn't it? To try and make her forget so she'd go out in public like this. Hah! You had to get up pretty damn early in the morning to pull one over on the top telepath in the city!

Still, she had learned a few interesting things. For one, the thing trying to influence her seemed to have limited resources available. It could only make people do things so far out of character without pulling back on someone else. And it could make even Telepaths, at least lower level ones than her, forget about itself. At least while it was concentrating enough effort on it.

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As it turned out someone <i>had</i> gotten up pretty damn early in the morning to pull one over on her. She'd managed to get about twenty to thirty paces out of the building, flanked by her entourage - when an open bottle of water suddenly flew out, landed upside down in the neckline of her shirt and left her completely and thoroughly drenched.

Then when she'd made a beeline back inside - the door had jammed, leaving her stuck outside for at least an hour while they fixed it. If she didn't know any better she'd swear that had been done deliberately.

Still... As Misaki looked around she realised something odd. She didn't even have to read thoughts to be able to see it. The way that the other girls were looking at each other, talking to each other. There was a spark in the air. Electricity caught within the mutual gazes of all the girls. Accidental touches, standing a little too close together, seeming as though they might kiss at any moment. In fact, Misaki could sort of tell, that's probably what they were thinking about. What it would feel like if they were to 'practise kissing' so they'd know how boys liked it.

This was somewhat worrying. How many people was this thing targeting? Affecting her and some members of her clique was one thing. But to be spread this wide afield...? With her arms folded across her chest in a rather vain and futile effort to keep it hidden, Misaki took a difficult decision:

"The city is under attack," she told her subordinates. "From an insidious psychic influence."

"Yes, Misaki-sama!" all three of them said, squirming as though the thought filled them with perverted erotic joy. Actually, that sounded like the sort of thing that their attacker would do in an attempt to condition everyone into liking this <i>invasion.</i>

"To start with... We need to locate the only other person in the city I can guarantee won't be affected by this attack," she said. "We need to find -"

Ooh. Ooh! Not fair! Using him as a vector of attack. Ahhh! Forcing her to imagine Touma submitting to this influence, making her imagine that something this powerful might even be able to fix his memory issues. A chance .A real chance at a long term relationship with him where he didn't forget her every time they parted ways -

Suddenly she realised: She couldn't approach Touma for assistance. He was her kryptonite. The way this... influence would wear her down and break her. And if it broke her then the city was as good as lost. She'd easily be able to extend its grasp on the minds of others, bringing more and more varied powers under its control. The city would be lost before anyone knew what was happening.

Nor could she send her clique after him. How laughable! A boy who tripped up and made his harem grow without meaning to? Sending girls under a perverted influence after someone like him was like tossing a lion at a pile of meat! No. They had to stay away from him. At least until she figured out a way to ensure doing so wouldn't make things worse rather than better!

"Who do you want us to find, Mistress - I mean, Misaki-sama?"

"We must find -" Aha! Of course! There was another person who wasn't affected by telepathy. Her brain's electrical signals created sufficient interference that even her ability couldn't get through "We must find the Railgun.” Misaki continued, even as occasional images of that nun Touma had taken in popped into her mind. Her putting on a apron and nothing else while preparing food for him. Whoever was responsible for this, he would feel her fury for this!

“If there is anyone who can resist this it must be her.”

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Misaka had long since given up resistance. Whatever else she could say about the technology in Academy city, one could not say that it didn't do its job. Which meant that the orgazmotron was - well, you can read its name. You can guess what its job was.

"Nnnngh!" Misaka grunted as the machine fastened a new appendage onto her left nipple.

"Nnyaaaaaaa!" Index agreed, with great enthusiasm.

Both of were bucking their hips and their clothes were being neatly removed, folded and stacked nearby. They were also being sprayed with something that made a makeshift temporary barrier, to prevent undue liquid getting on them. Probably for the best, really as both girls were about to -

"T-Touma!" Misaka whimpered. Part of her wondered why nobody had noticed them yet. Part of her was eternally grateful that nobody had. Then, suddenly and without warning, the machine stopped and both girls breathed a sigh of relief.

“Stage 1 Completed, Preparing Stage 2.”

At the sound of that both Misaka and Index looked squarely at each other, dead in the eye. Misaka lifted a hand to fry the device before it did anything more to either of them -

But then she hesitated. Long enough for a red light to flash down her body.

"Thong underwear in user 1 detected, edible underwear in user 2 detected" the machine warned. "Slut mode activated."

"Slut mode?" they both asked in unison. "What does -"

Both of them went silent a moment later when the machine produced ten additional appendages. Five of them were vibrating quite intensely. As for the other five, they were spraying out a cocktail of chemicals down onto the two girls that left them bleary eyed and wobbly.

"Touma... smells like Touma..." Index mumbled.

“Oh.. what is going on..?” Misaka asked even as she started taking deep breaths of the concocktion without noticing.

"Tastes... like Touma!" Index smacked her lips.

You know, now that she mentioned it there was definitely something about that. Misaki blinked for a few seconds very quickly, and... there before her eyes, it was as if Touma was right there. Beckoning to her. With what strength she could summon she crawled towards him, irresistibly as the song of the siren leading Odysseus towards his doom.

In reality the two girls had positioned themselves into the infamous '69' position, both of them smelling like sexy catnip to one another.

"Tastes good!" Index muffled into Misaka's pussy. "Tastes like Touma!"

And all the while, the Croce was - metaphorically speaking - watching with approval. Though these girls hadn't truly advanced in their stations as of yet, there was no question that they were already set down the path to perversion and that it was too late for them to turn back now.

1. Misaki winds up crossing paths with Touma anyway, because of course she did.
2. Misaki encounters one (or more) of the Sisters. They'll do
3. Vento <i>finally</i> invades the city, finds some people acting off.
4. Meanwhile, Touma's going on another adventure that will probably end with him in the hospital. Again.
5. Back with Veritas...
6. Something else