A confident, sexy Tenko

Himiko pulled her lips away from Tenko slowly, letting out a breathy sigh. By now, even though Tenko still seemed to have some physical energy left, she looked like she was emotionally tapped out. The red-faced martial artist's eyes were the only part of her making any move, besides the rise and fall of her chest. She seemed to be expecting Himiko to continue to guide her into pleasure...

But...

"This is so exhausting!" Himiko complained inside her head, feeling her arms shake as she tried to keep herself propped up over Tenko and barely succeeded in keeping a strained smile on to maintain the mood. "How did I end up on top, anyway?! Doesn't Tenko have five times the energy I do?! I've barely even done anything and I'm almost ready to nap...! Nyeh... D-does this even count as sex? Maybe it's good enough for now..."

Tenko's eyes seemed to be begging Himiko not to give up there, as her lips pursed expectantly one more time. Himiko had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Can't she tell how tired I am? But... I'm the one who brought her here... I guess I do owe her some generosity... If it's just this much..." The mage sighed, then moved in slowly for another makeout session.

This time, however, when the lips of the two connected, there was a startling eruption of pink smoke from the bed around them (from Tenko, specifically, although that didn't register). Himiko shot back to her sitting position, holding her breath and trying to waft away the unexpected cloud. "Tenko? Are you okay? G-give me a sec and I'll use my magic to get you out of there!"

To Himiko's surprise, there was a faint chuckle from inside the cloud. "There's no need for that, my Himiko... You've done more than enough, as is."

Himiko barely recognized the sultry voice she was hearing, and began shrinking back slightly. The figure in the smoke wouldn't allow that, and reached forward with two powerful bare arms to clasp her hands behind the back of the mage's neck and prevent her retreat.

As the smoke began to roll off of the body in front of Himiko, she saw Tenko as she'd never seen or imagined her friend before... First, and most startlingly, with hardly any clothes on. This Tenko wore a skimpy pair of black lingerie, and nothing more... Because Tenko wasn't careful when using her martial arts in her short skirt, Himiko was well aware this wasn't the kind of underwear she normally wore. The tight fabric clung to her sweaty, well-proportioned body, although Himiko noticed it wasn't this sweat wasn't the kind she'd been smelling before: instead, this Tenko had a pleasant, floral, sensual smell, like a shampoo Himiko couldn't identify. Actually, Himiko realized Tenko didn't have her hair up in her usual bow, her long, dark hair instead falling around her in a wild, wet curtain. Himiko realized that, like magic, this Tenko seemed like she had just gotten (barely) dressed out of the shower.

Second, the Tenko from a moment earlier who could barely communicate with anything but her eyes was gone. This Tenko wore a pleasant grin, with eyes that flashed with controlled excitement. She looked interested in Himiko, but in no way overwhelmed. Himiko had to admit that, looking at Tenko like this, a fit, curvy young woman with an attractive beauty mark by her lower lip, pale skin, and long eyelashes... "Tenko looks... kinda hot?! What a weird thought...!"

Now Himiko was the one too stunned to speak or resist, so Tenko wasted no time pulling the relatively more-clothed of the two into her lap. This technically put Himiko still on top, but she felt tiny in the fit musculature of her friend's arms, as well as dwarfed by her friend's quietly buzzing sexuality. The martial artist seemed to sense Himiko's concern and smiled warmly, shifting to stroking the back of the redhead's hair fondly. "Calm down, calm down... You worked so hard, my Himiko! Your mana is nearly depleted, I bet."

"Nyeh... I'll say..." Himiko had expected to feel embarrassed by this new petting, but couldn't deny it felt just right. Still, she felt a duty to check on her friend. "Tenko... are you okay? This transformation isn't my magic... I think Monokuma-"

"Oh, no, but it is your magic!" Tenko reassured her. She sounded enthusiastic, but her volume stayed well-managed instead of the excited yells Himiko was used to. "Your magic brought this about, certainly! And as for me, I'm better than okay. I'm finally ready to reward both of us for our successful parts in your spell. And since you've done all the work, I want you to just sit back and take what you've earned... Would you like that, my Himiko?"

The mage watched her warily. She felt that, even as controlled as this Tenko seemed, she was barely restraining her excitement. Under any other circumstances, Himiko thought she might even be feeling danger... Was there some dangerous part of this experience that Himiko was forgetting? With the martial artist tenderly stroking the back of her head, those concerns felt silly and unfounded... "I guess... it depends on what I've earned, nyeh."

Tenko's grin widened. "You've earned the right to leave everything to me, my lovely Himiko. I'll treat you right, and soon, everything will feel perfect."