Chapter 3 - Meeting The President

When I woke up, I found Momoko curled up adorably on top of my chest. She seemed to be using my breasts as a pillow, which in all honesty wasn't much, and her small hand was atop my lips. I wasn’t sure why, but holy shit, she was cute as fuck right now. I gently wrapped my arms around her and snuggled her close to my body, savouring the warmth she brought. I’m sure she also appreciated the warmth I shared with her.

I looked to the alarm clock and saw that it was 7:43 in the morning. The window behind me bathed the entire apartment in sunlight, which was more or less welcome. Around this time, I would usually already be on the train to school, but then I remembered the whole ordeal with that ghost yesterday. What was her name… Kurebayashi Sachiko, was it?

I wondered if that was just a dream. I mean, I didn’t have anyone close to me, did I? I didn’t even have friends… sad, I know, but I was sort of bad at relating to other people. Yeah, whatever I just remembered about that ghost could’ve all just been a dream. Nothing seemed unusual right now… I didn’t see or hear anyone else. So I was just having odd dreams again.

The girl in my arms stirred and she looked up at me with drowsy eyes. “Aki-chan?”

I ran my slender fingers through her soft hair and glanced down at her. “Hm?”

“You’re warm, Aki-chan…” Oh god, I was blushing. She was just so cute… too cute. Was it just me, or did she seem cuter than usual? I wasn’t thinking, and the next thing I knew I had kissed the top of her head. Momoko gave an innocent, confused face. “A-Aki-chan? You kissed me?”

“Sorry, Momoko. I couldn’t help it.” My inner lolicon was raging with full force! This sort of thing never happened before… okay, that may be a lie… but never before was I so bold! Hold on... could it be…

I'm in heat?!

Son of a bitch! Out of all the days for this to happen! If only Momoko hadn't slept next to me, dammit. I hope my horns weren’t showing. Or my fangs. I must’ve looked like a monster by now, my heart was beating so fast and my whole body felt like it was on fire. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead and I placed an unsteady hand upon Momoko’s hips. W-WHA?!! She was blushing, too!

“A-Aki… I feel weird...” she let out a soft moan which made me lick my lips for some reason. What was wrong with me?! I didn’t even know I had this hidden, perverted old man inside. I sat her up on my groin and in turn she pressed herself against my boner-whoa-whoa-whoa-wait, since when did I have a boner?!! And why was I dry humping a little girl?! “Aki… w-we shouldn’t be doing this…” Jesus Christ, she just looked so lewd and cute at the same time right now.

I just had to push down my skirt… I reached down, my hand shaking like crazy, and neared closer and closer to the waistband of my skirt....

“Sorry to interrupt you two,” a firm, cold voice suddenly said, stopping me completely. I looked over and saw that Sachiko was standing at the living area, her hands on her hips and looking very pissed. So that... wasn't all a dream?

“Ku-Kure….”

“Just what do you think you’re doing to that little girl?”

“U-uh…. I, ah-um…” I immediately stood up and carried Momoko down from the loft.

“Eh?” She was still blushing intensely. “Aki-chan? Why did you stop?”

“Uh, ah, what do you mean? We weren’t going to do anything.” I faked a laugh and placed her on the floor. I found myself unable to look at Sachiko directly.

“Explain what I just saw.”

"I, um…” I struggled to find the right words, but they seemed just out of reach. “She was cute and I couldn’t help myself.” FUCK! WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE WAS THAT?!

“Well, that’s a good enough explanation for me,” she dismissed, turning around to the kitchen, leaving me dumbfounded. “So you’re just another lolicon. I understand.” Momoko scurried off into the laundry room while I stood awkwardly with a tent in my skirt. I watched as Sachiko started to look through my cabinets for ingredients. From the looks of it, she was making omurice.  So she's just pretending it didn't happen?! I had to say something... but what? Also, why was she making food? She didn't need to eat. Unless she was... cooking for me?

I walked behind her nervously while she mixed the egg. "Uh... Kurebayashi, about what happened earlier..."

"Hm?"

"Um... I wasn't molesting Momoko or anything."

"You mean I didn't just see you almost stick your penis inside of a loli?"

My heart was hammering. Just her words made me feel aroused again. Dammit, why did I have to be in heat now? "N-no! Or, er, yes."

"So you're a pervert and a lolicon."

"I'm not a lolicon!"

Sachiko began to pan-fry the chicken rice. "You didn't object to being a pervert."

"I... okay, I won't exactly deny being a pervert... but I've never actually... done anything." I hid my face, embarrassed.

"You're a...?"

"Virgin... ian."

"What?"

"I'm a Virginian."

She wrapped up the rice and chicken in the scrambled egg and topped it with ketchup. It smelled amazing. "How long have you been a  Virginian?"

"Ever since I could remember. I've never told anyone that before, and I'm pretty sure I'm doomed to stay a Virginian for the rest of my life. But that's alright. I hear Virginians can be productive members of society."

"It's not alright." She dropped the pan into the sink loudly, making me jump. Sachiko then gazed back at me intensely. "No one deserves to stay a Virginian."

"Ku-Kurebayashi..."

"Aki..." She walked towards me with determination in each step, my pulse running like crazy. Sachiko grabbed both my shoulders tightly. No way...

I was shorter than her?! I shed a tear in defeat. I've always been kind of short, at only 154cm, but I preferred when the girl I liked was shorter than me. Er, not that I liked Sachiko or anything. Still, I prayed that I would have a growth spurt soon.

"Are you crying, Aki?"

I dried my cheeks with the back of my hand and shook my head. "No..."

"Very well then. Aki..." She ran her hands down my waist and settled them on my ass. "Shall we?" I swallowed. My boner was pressing against her! Even though she was a ghost, everything about her was so warm. She was so sexy, with those delicious curves, D cup breasts, and porcelain skin! I wanted to... no, I needed to fuck her! I needed to fuck her so hard that she was screaming my name, clawing my back, and panting like a bitch in heat! Yes! Have my babies, Kurebayashi! The images that surfaced in my mind drove me crazy! I nodded weakly.

"Alright." She leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Go clean the dishes."

And  just like that, she floated back to my desk and used my computer.

Unbelievable. She left me hanging! How could she?! After all that build-up, too. This woman was too cruel.

After finishing myself off in the bathroom and washing the dishes, I helped myself to her omurice. Momoko came out of the laundry room and joined me at the table to have breakfast as well.The little girl still seemed shy (well, more so than she usually was) after what just happened between us earlier. I didn't blame her, since I felt just as uneasy. It was a good thing I took care of my business in the bathroom, so I should be fine for at least another three hours before my hormones flared up again. I coughed.

I decided to be the first to break the ice. "So, Momoko, how do you like the omurice? The ghost made it."

She looked startled. "I-ihh!" Momoko chewed her food properly and swallowed. Mm.... I'd like to give her something else to swallow.... hey, stop it! I just took care of this! "It's d-delicious."

"I think so, too." And just like that we ate in awkward silence again. This situation… how do I escape it? 

….

Sachiko and I stepped outside, the fall weather chilling me down to the bones. I adjusted my scarf in an attempt to warm myself.

“So, where to first?”

“I’ll go by distance. The closest soul fragment is in this city. I believe the specific location is around Fukuoka Prefectural Kantokan High School.”

“Kantokan, huh?” Kantokan. One of the oldest and most elite schools in Japan. Made into an English vocational school during the Meiji Restoration. Originally built alongside Shuyukan High School, that is, until Shuyukan burned down. Yeah, I know my history lessons, so what?

I walked with her to the bus stop, slightly nervous for what was to come. Just yesterday, I never expected that I would go hunting for a ghost’s soul fragment, nor did I think that I would be going to Kantokan, a school that was much too prestigious for someone like me.

The bus arrived, and as I looked out the window of the rumbling vehicle, I could see Sachiko playing around in the air outside. I knew she was just trying to mess with me, but what the hell? She was performing backflips and somersaults, all the while somehow catching up with the bus. She momentarily disappeared only to reappear right next to me, scaring me out of my wits.

“Jeez, stop doing that,” I complained.

"You’re no fun. Why don’t we play a game?”

“Like what?”

“Shiritori. Here, I’ll start: saiyu (oil extraction).”

“Yuri (lily).”

“Ringo (apple).”

“Gohan (rice). Oh fuck.” How did I lose so quickly? I felt a sudden spark of resolution and I said, “One more time. Kimochi (feelings).”

“Chinko (penis.)”

“Ko--EHH?!! Kousaten (intersection)! Shit. Again, matsuri (festival)."

“Riyuu (reason).”

“Untensha (driver)."

“Shakai (society).”

“Igen (dignity). MOTHERFUCKER! Obake (ghost).

“Keisatsu (police).”

“Tsuuka (currency)."

“Kantai (fleet).”

“Imi (meaning)."

“Mise (store).”

“Senjou (battlefield)."

“Unko (shit)."

"Koukousei (high schooler)."

“Isha (doctor).”

“YANE (ROOF)!”

“Nendo (clay).”

“DORAEMON! DAMMIT!” By now everyone on the bus was staring at me like some sort of freak. God, this was beyond embarrassing. I looked like I was yelling random words at an empty seat. I stared back out the window to avoid their judgmental faces.

"You really aren't good at Shiritori, huh?" she commented.

"Shut up," I replied irritably. The truth was, I actually was upset. I hated these sort of games that called for quick thinking. I needed time, dammit.

The bus made a stop near the school so I pressed the button and got out of my seat. As I made my way down the aisle, I noticed people were still staring at me. Well fuck you, too. Fuck all of you. Not like I cared. I gave everyone the finger while I stepped off the bus.

The moment I passed the open gates and stepped foot upon the school's campus, a completely different atmosphere surrounded me. Unlike the 42 average co-ed school that I regularly attended, the prestigiousness that Kantokan boasted was something that was clearly not something of legend, but a well-deserved reputation.

Hell, there were gardens, even!

"This is... somehow amazing," I said.

"Not bad," Sachiko admitted. "Although I prefer run-down buildings with drug addicts lurking around."

"What... the hell..." I shoved my hands into the pockets of my track pants and headed towards the entrance. There didn't seem to be anyone around, and today was a Tuesday, so I guessed everyone was inside.

Well, the interior was surprisingly plain. It looked like any other school. "Kurebayashi, do you know what object your soul fragment should be--" a foot collided with my face and the next thing I saw was my blood on the wall. I slumped onto the floor, my world spinning and my cheek throbbing with pain.

I struggled to sit up, my hand instinctively going up to clutch my wound. "Kureba..." I swung my head in both directions. She disappeared?!

I suddenly felt weightless and it wasn't until I was being spun in the air that I realized someone had picked me up. Whoever this person was must've been incredibly strong. Soon, I started to hear chanting all around me, and as I started to feel my stomach churn from all the revolutions my body had turned, I was released and the weight of my body sent me flying down the hall.

"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" the audience cheered. I felt something in my mouth come loose, and I tried to spit it out, which turned out to be a tooth. Thankfully, my genes would ensure it grew back... but that didn't mean it wasn't painful.

I heard heavy footsteps stomping towards me. I crawled away in a futile attempt to escape, but if the students' faces surrounding me were anything to go by, I was doomed. Two powerful hands gripped both my ankles, and soon I was being dragged across the floor. I tried grasping the floor, but my fingers slipped uselessly.

"Pound her to the ground, Kirigaya-sama!"

"Yeah, kick 'er ass!"

"I wanna see more blood!"

Was this really the Kantokan that I've heard so much about? The high school that many have claimed to have the most polite students in all of Japan? Whoever this Kirigaya girl was, she and all the people around me proved all those rumors wrong. I was subsequently pulled into an empty classroom and the door shut closed. The chanting quieted down to excited whispers just outside the hall.

The girl seized me up roughly against the wall. My legs were trembling, but somehow I was able to stand upright.The glare the girl gave me was enough to scare me shitless. I have never known true fear until this very moment. Long, perfect hair, straight bangs, several shades darker than mine. A hair ornament--a dark blue rose, was it? Fangs sharp enough to tear flesh. And eyes as red as blood.

A fellow youkai.

I didn’t have the guts to say it out loud, but she did have a pretty good figure. Tall and slender, creamy white legs… and the sailor uniform suited her well. Personality aside, I might’ve liked her.

"You've got quite the nerve, trespassing into my school without so much as a visitor's pass," she said through her teeth.

I glanced down and noted her armband. "Student council president, right?"

"That's right. President Kirigaya Shichirou. You shall refer to me as Kirigaya-sama from this day forward."

“Well Kirigaya-sama, I'm not a student of this school--"

"That's obvious. Did you think you were fooling anyone with that get-up of yours? A hideous track jacket and joggers?"

"Hey! These are Adidas... which happens to be my favorite brand."

"Are you in track team?"

"Ahah, well... no. I'm actually one of the slowest runners in my grade." I turned my head away, embarrassed. "I just like Adidas 'cause it's comfortable."

"How pathetic. So, what was your intention upon coming here, you worthless piece of trash?"

"H-how rude. I can tell you're one of us, you know."

She gripped my scarf tightly. "You don't dare say that word--"

"Demon." Kirigaya yelled out in rage and punched her fist into the wall, just centimeters away from my face.

"Kirigaya-sama! Give her hell!" came the muffled voices of the students still gathered outside the door.

"BACK TO YOUR CLASSES!" she shouted. The kids moaned in disappointment and I heard their footsteps gradually get farther away. Kirigaya returned her attention to me. "What the hell do you want from me, anyway?"

"Look, it's nothing I have against you personally. I'm just helping a friend out."

"What the fuck are you going on about?"

Sachiko's head suddenly popped out from the wall and she nodded.

"She has it. Keep interrogating her."

I not so subtly responded, "I'm pretty sure she's the one interrogating me."

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"

I cowered in fear. "A-a Yuurei. You can't see her, but she's right here, next to me. I'm helping her out with something and apparently you have an object with her soul fragment in it."

She laughed condescendingly. "You expect me to believe that? What do you think I am, stupid?"

"Yes--" she slammed her fist into my face and I collapsed against the floor. I held my nose, feeling fresh blood pouring down in streams.

"Idiot," Sachiko chided. "You should know better than to call another girl stupid."

I pinched my nostrils and wiped my bloody hand on my shirt. "Understood."

Kirigaya pulled me up by my hair and brought me at eye-level with her. "So you’re a Youkai just like me, huh. Half-Oni, if those horns are anything to go by."

I covered them, feeling self-conscious. When did they pop out?

“You’re in heat, aren’t you? I can smell it. Disgusting.” Kirigaya’s face grimaced. “I bet those rumors about Oni being trannies are true, too.”

“To be fair, your first name is kinda masculi--” She kneed me in between my legs, causing me to curl up on the floor in excruciating pain. I felt like throwing up, I was experiencing something no woman should go through.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Nnhh,” I groaned.

"Christ, keep your mouth shut, will you?" Sachiko said.

Kirigaya continued, “anyhow, I may or may not have whatever you’re looking for. It depends.”

"C-can you just hand it over please? I asked nicely. You even kicked me in the balls."

"As if," she sneered. "You help me out with my problem first, and I might help you out with yours. Deal?"

This again? Nonetheless, I got up, still not fully recovered, and held out my free hand. "M-may as well, I suppose."

"Like I'd touch that filthy hand of yours, swine."

I pulled back reluctantly. So much for that. Behind me, Sachiko wrapped her arms around my neck and exhaled a breath.

"Looks like this girl managed to be an even bigger bitch than I am. Good luck, Aki-kun."

True. Compared to Shichirou, Sachiko was one of the nicest girls I've ever met.

A/N: And here we have the third chapter done! A little note, the sex parts are going to take a while getting there... I apologize! But I think this story is better for build-up.  
I'm actually really enjoying writing this story! There are some things I'd like to change, but right now, this is a sort of draft that I'm posting on here. In the future, I'd like to make this into a manga. Thanks for reading this far!