“NOT” I.S. Training

After Cecilia had made her motion to implement a duel to decide who the Class representative of Class 1-1 should be for the upcoming tournament, the early part of the day following her motion was more or less uneventful. At least until Ichika’s sister, Chifuyu *punch*—I mean—at least until Ichika’s sister, Professor Orimura, disclosed that the school would be providing Ichika his own personal I.S. for the match. This of course meant that Cecilia had to put in her two cents about the whole situation. Essentially stating that Ichika was lucky, and that she would have it no other way to ensure the fight was fair for both parties. It seems that somewhere in her elitist upbringing, that honor was taught to her. How chivalrous, but Ichika didn’t want chivalry. Ichika wanted to win. An outcome that was starting to seem less and less likely to him as Miss Yamada continued her lessons from yesterday.

Truth was Ichika didn’t understand any of the words coming out of Miss Yamada’s mouth, and he had never been good at studying. He cast his glance over at Houki with an idea that maybe he could get her to teach him the ropes. Houki was Tabane Shinonono’s sister after all, and that had to count for something. About the only words that Ichika could understand from Miss Yamada was what followed after a question from the redhead girl that sat next to him. “So do you mean ‘partner’ as in boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Oh, I’m not sure! That is, I’m not experienced that way so I don’t know!” Miss Yamada was flustered by the question, and seemed to gradually sink further into a daydream as she continued to answer, “Oh, but I wonder?”

It was all Ichika needed to hear before some ideas concerning the Sex Note began to develop in his head. If only his instinct to learn was as prominent as his instinct to breed. The thoughts did not last too long though, and Ichika’s glance gravitated towards Houki again, not realizing that the girl sitting between them may have caught his gaze.

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When lunch came around Ichika felt that it was time to pop the question—no, not that question—to Houki. He had thought that maybe he could **** his childhood friend to teach him some I.S. techniques through some elaborate wording on the Sex Note, but he didn’t want to take it that far with her, yet. Being as friendly as Ichika could manage, he asked her and a few others to lunch, only to be physically pushed down by Houki. This shocked both of them. Houki immediately having feelings of regret for how she treated her master/friend, and Ichika wondering what he had done to deserve the treatment. It appears that he would need to use the Sex Note more thoroughly. Or perhaps it was because of yesterday that she was treating him so harshly. He still hadn’t had time to really analyze the after effects of using the Sex Note on someone. Not with the all the reading, the classes, and watchful girls around.

In any case, it took a bold senior hitting on Ichika during lunch to finally get an answer from Houki. A senior that Houki wouldn't have minded getting private lessons from, but someone like Houki would definitely be more of an advantage with Tabane as her sister. A fact that she did not hesitate to spit at the bold senior to chase her off.

“So then, you will teach me?” Ichika asked nervously. He wasn’t so daft as to not pick up the lightning in the air between the two girls.

Rather than a response though, Houki delivered the same “angry-face” that she had maintained towards him all day. Truth is she didn’t want to teach him. She was having these strange thoughts of normalcy concerning Ichika since he fucked the breath out of her throat on the rooftop. Not that she hadn’t fantasized about getting used like that by her childhood friend before, but something wasn’t right about it. That wasn’t normal ‘hey, been a long time, friend’ behavior. Not to mention these thoughts that she was somehow a servant to him. No matter what, she wanted to please, and if Master Orimura was asking her to train him in I.S. techniques then there was nothing she could do but accept. It was an answer Ichika regretted immediately after school, as she beat him senseless with a practice sword in the kendo dojo. The scolding after the umpteenth match when Houki learned he had let go of kendo was not good either.

“Wow. Orimura is kinda weak.” Three girls were in attendance to watch this beating.

“Do you really think he can control an IS?” replied one of them.

It had been clear that they thought they were out of hearing range, but Ichika heard them loud and clear. He had not been part of a Kendo club for many years, and it felt like Houki was taking advantage of that fact to get back at him. Ichika wouldn’t have it though. He’d get back at her too. Tonight. Using a notebook that had all the answers in it.