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Mokou pushed me into a nearby classroom, almost knocking me flat on my bottom. The assertive, if not outright violent, way she treated me was different to how any girl had ever treated me before. She smiled, looking like she satisfied with how things turned out.
In her casual clothes, boldly red with some white, she looked like a dangerous predator, ready to pounce. Me, the poor victim still in his uniform, felt ready to be devoured. As earnest as her confession had been, it also created a statically charged atmosphere between us. Or maybe it was more like an opprobrious all-consuming fire; burning up all sense and reason. I really didn't know what I was narrating anymore. It all sounded like trash that could only come as the result of a followup to a hastily-written and grammatically dubious piece of fanfiction of a slice of life piece of fanfiction, which had spun off from yet another piece of fanfiction where it was fanfiction written by the main character in a story which was, in turn, a sequel of sorts to a final piece of fanfiction that had two more or less completed runs. What a thoughtf-- mouthful? - something that created a monstrous run on sentence. At least I was getting the verb tenses right with this instead of mixing present and past like some trigger-happy amateur.
Anyways, there was more to my life than breaking the forth wall for the first of two times in this update. Three times, technically, counting this brief paragraph.
The moon hung low in the sky, seeming to almost be in the classroom with us. Its bright face made the quiet night seem like an eerily pale day. Mokou pressed up against me, foisting me partly onto the teacher's desk. Her fair hair appeared almost luminescent in the moonlight, looking sleek and making its movements seem as smooth as water. It was because of its near-ethereal beauty that a thought popped into my mind.
“What about your history with her?” I asked, omitting the obvious name. Hers was a beauty that, too, seemed otherworldly. “I care about her too and even though I've fallen for you, it's still unfair to disregard her feelings.”
Clear revulsion brewed in her eyes. She grabbed onto me tightly and I wasn't sure if she was going to hurt me or just kiss me again. “She's put a spell on you too,” Mokou mumbled, “that slattern likes to put on airs, have the innocent fall prey to her good girl act.” Her voice took a serious and dark edge, “it's fucking disgusting. But don't worry, I'll fix you. I'll make it so you forget all about her. All you'll be able to think about is my love and my warmth.”
“All you can hope to accomplish is damage others enough to make them as twisted as you,” Kaguya interrupted, her tone chillingly unkind. It was unimaginable that she'd ever sound so serious or be so aggressive. Mokou released me and turned around, finding her rival standing at the classroom door, her arms folded across her chest. Kaguya excoriated further, “the once-proud Fujiwara, reduced to one broken little girl. Much like your old man, you are just a thieving cat. You can't steal this one away from me either, we've an eternity to spend together, after all.”
“I'll show you broken!” Mokou lounged at Kaguya, her speed almost superhuman. It seemed to take the black-haired girl by surprise and she barely managed to step aside and avoid any serious damage. Still, as proof that Mokou's viciousness, a dapple of cloth had been ripped off her dress, exposing her lower chest partially.
“Tsk, tsk, so quick to anger,” Kaguya said, regaining her composure almost immediately. Mokou charged again, but Kaguya was more than ready for her. She not only managed to sidestep her but to trip her. Mokou cursed loudly as she fell. Kaguya paid her no mind, walking over to me with a warm smile. It was the same smile that I was used to seeing in the mornings and almost instantly made me forget about the preceding violence. “I've always loved you,” she confessed, looking in that instant as beautiful as an angel. Softly, she brought her lips to my face and we kissed.
“I- love you too,” I said as soon as I got my breath back, completely forgetting about every other girl in my life. A somewhat astute reader might notice that I was breaking the forth wall to make this statement but it seemed that I was wishy washy after all and incapable of making even railroaded decisions right. Also what was the deal with the editorializing about the educational system in the last update? It should have focused more on smut and character development. I stopped breaking the fourth wall yet again and returned to my purple prose narration.
“See?” Kaguya turned to face Mokou, who was still slowly picking herself up from the floor, “he belongs to me and I don't like sharing with has-beens. After all, I very much doubt that he even registered the slightest of movements in his trousers when he was with you. I can say with confidence that I seem to have provoked a stiff salute with just that small kiss. I'm certain that the smell of my expensive shampoo and the way that my smooth hair tickled his cheeks was more than enough to get his heart racing and his imagination going.”
“Actually,” I interrupted,” I was thinking about your catfight. I wasn't aware that messed up hair and ripped up clothes could be so stimulating.” Definitely was the start of a new fetish.
“If it's chaos you want,” Kaguya laughed, “I'll take you to the point of lunacy.”
“I bet that I can make him have more fun with me than with your tired snatch, you whore,” Mokou spat at Kaguya, almost hitting her from a distance. “I could get him off in no time flat with my quick hands.”
“How vulgar,” Kaguya smiled, her gaze cool and sharp as a blade, “this is why you fail at being a proper lady. Just the smooth action of my hair rubbing up against his member would be enough to produce fits of ecstasy.
“Let's just see about that,” Mokou smirked, cocksure. She walked up to Kaguya and stared straight into her eyes, unflinching. Their faces were only scant centimeters apart. I expected blood to start flowing. But, instead, Mokou turned to me and tugged at my trousers with unnatural strength. My button popped open, and my underwear went down with the trousers, leaving me suddenly very exposed.
Moonlight danced across her face as Mokou's expression turned from a triumphant smirk to wide-eyed astonishment. Hey, I couldn't help it. Two beautiful women were talking about doing unspeakable acts to me. Of course the old skin balloon would be engorged to bursting point..
“Might take both my hands,” Mokou mumbled dumbly, as Kaguya laughed.
“Amateur,” Kaguya said, getting down on her knees first. With a gentle, measured movements of her hand she deployed a long strand of her hair in front of her face. The black silk seemed otherworldly in its silent grace and dangled tantalizingly close to the tip of my misbehaving meatstick. Showing none of Mokou's hesitation, she was good on her word. I twitched violently, the mere brush of her soft hair sending galvanizing pulses up my spine and directly to my brain. “Feisty,” she giggled, quickly taking me to the edge of lunacy as promised.
“Quit it!” Mokou interjected, coming to her senses. She shoved Kaguya away lowering herself to crotch level. She grabbed on firmly with both hands, with absolutely no slack to her grip.
“A peasant's technique,” Kaguya remarked dryly, for the moment backing off.
“Shut up,” Mokou commanded, stroking roughly, mashing flesh against flesh. Indecent sounds of my fluids being beaten to a froth by her hands filled the room.
“I shouldn't have bothered coming here after receiving that anonymous tip,” Kaguya laughed derisively, “with this poor showing, he would have quickly realized that you were nothing but a low-grade tramp. Look at his face. He's not into this at all.”
“Fuck you,” Mokou ignored her taunt, letting go with one hand momentarily as she took off her top. She wasn't wearing a bra and instead had wrapped her chest up in bandages. With the jerk of her arms, her chest heaved and the wrap loosened quickly. Flesh began to poke out. “I can feel it, he's almost there.”
She wasn't lying. Despite her relative lack of skill, the situation had me on edge. In fact, I sort enjoyed the slight chaffing where she gripped too tightly. It was a good kind of pain. I bit my lip, trying to resist erupting too quickly.
Kaguya seemed to notice the change of state and interposed with a complaint. “At least take his feelings into consideration,” she said, undoing her own top, “he'd much rather see a real shapely chest instead of your meager offering.”
They were comparable in size, actually, but I knew better than to say anything. Not only that but both their skins looked as unblemished and smooth as cream. Kaguya tickled and teased intermittently, letting Mokou do the heavy lifting, so to speak. It was a good combination. They stopped trading insults and focused on the task at hand
and hair. I was seriously close to losing it at any moment.
Mokou's face reddened as the unmistakable tinge of lust worked its way from her eyes to the rest of her body. Her lips smacked together, moistening them. Sheepishly, as if afraid of what might happen, she brought them close to the tip of my manhood.
But Kaguya had preempted her, her mouth hovering close to where her hair had been an instant before. Drool, an improvised lubricant, descended from her mouth and onto the center of the action. She looked up, eyes upturned, at me and smiled enigmatically. Then she took the plunge and applied just the lightest of wet touches to my tip. It was altogether too much.
“What the hell?!” Alice exclaimed as I exploded like a suddenly unclogged pipe. Mokou's face was the main recipient of the hot load, since I had been pointed at her, with Kaguya catching some of the collateral damage. In an instant Mokou seemed to be covered entirely. I'd even gotten some on her ribbon.
“I told you the anonymous tip wasn't bullshit!” Marisa yelled out, sounding both astonished and angry.
“Oh god, this is too much!” Alice looked at once broken, the way only betrayal from a soulmate could accomplish.
Both girls on the floor didn't bother to even acknowledge the newcomer's squawking, instead greedily cleaning up the mess I made with both finger and mouths. The competed with one another, angrily stealing away my essence from one another like it was some sort of trophy. Their rivalry was once again in full swing.
“Yeah… this might be even a bit too much for me to swallow,” Marisa said sadly, her eyes fixed on the creamy mess I had left on both girls. She, too, bore the telltale face of the scorned. Though not as extreme as with Alice, maybe by virtue of uneasy curiosity being mixed in. I could tell at once that she wished that she had gotten there earlier, if only to have earned her chance at inclusion.
“I...” Alice uttered, face still marred with some disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes, “men are pigs. I'll stick to women from now on. Maybe they won't hurt me as much.”
“Mind if I join you?” Marisa asked, “I've always thought that you were kinda beautiful.”
“Sure,” Alice smiled, “I guess I love you. You've always been nice to me and, more importantly, you've always been honest.”
It was a bit uninspired as far as confessions went but it made sense within the context. I had lost my mind long ago, anyways. I watched them hug and then start to walk away, not once glancing back at me. I felt that I was at a crossroads. The door wasn't completely shut yet. And with the squabbling girls below me more interested in stealing away all credit from the other, it was as good a moment as any to make a major life-changing decision.
 Take the lead! Heal their rivalry with intense, decisive and insanely sublime lovemaking.
 Chase after the broken-hearted; they need a hot love injection otherwise they would walk away forever!