Class

While I had known from a very young age that I wanted to be a photographer, it wasn’t until my high school years that I knew I wanted to be a gravure photographer. If one could see the general student body of Hanzo Academy, they would understand in an instant exactly why. It was an ocean of gorgeous faces, perky boobs, lovely legs, and short skirts. I was honestly hard-pressed to think of a single girl I had seen during those three years that I would consider ugly. Nearly all of them were beautiful, some weren’t so in the traditional sense, but had other qualities that made them pretty to me. Perhaps I had low standards, or just a wider range of interest. Perhaps my keen photographer’s eye picked up on things that others didn’t. Or perhaps the women of this school truly were beautiful by anyone’s standards.

Either way, it made coming to class every day and sitting through the boring lectures much easier knowing I had such bountiful eye-candy waiting for me. I tended to take many candid shots throughout the day, as I was pretty good at doing so without being noticed. My camera was almost always hanging from my neck, and it was also totally silent with a flash feature that could be disabled. All I had to do was line up the shot without bringing it to my face, which was something that came surprisingly easy to me, and click the button.

Katsuragi was in my class, a fact that made the other members of the fan-club incredibly jealous, so she found herself the victim of my candid shots quite frequently. Especially since she had a tendency to leave the first few buttons of her uniform undone. Even now during math class, as Kiriya droned on about advanced algorithms, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. She sat a ways in front of me and a row over, and was currently dozing off. She was even in a position where I could catch some significant side-boob, not that it was particularly hard with her melons.

I couldn’t help but think about my dream I

all you have to do is look me in the eyes

had last night as I leaned forward to rest the camera on my desk and angled it toward her carefully and stealthily. That one particular line stood out to me still, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I even wrote it down in my notes for an earlier class without

and snap your fingers.

even realizing it.

With a deep breath to clear my head I pressed the button and snapped the photo silently. Even still, a few of the other students were looking at me suddenly, and even Kiriya was glaring at me from the front of the class.

“Saitou-san, do you have anything to add?” He asked in a calm but slightly peeved tone. Kiriya was never fond of interruptions.

“Uh, no.” I said.

“Then please don’t snap your fingers during my lesson again.”

My eyes widened. “Y-yes sir.”

Had I snapped my fingers without even realizing it? My dream last night was really fucking with me. I shook my head briefly and concentrated on the lesson for the rest of the class.

Time flew by and the bell rang before long. It was lunch period now, but I wasn’t particularly hungry, so I just remained in my seat, idly fidgeting with my camera to pass the time.

“Saitou-san?” Ikaruga, our class representative, approached me. Ikaruga was beautiful in a very traditional way, with long, straight-cut black hair. Her boobs were huge, too, probably only a cup smaller than Katsuragi. I was only slightly ashamed of the fact that my eyes stopped on her impressive rack before continuing up to her face.

“Yes?” I couldn’t imagine why Ikaruga wanted to talk to me.

“I just wanted to check up on you, it isn’t normal for you to cause interruptions like that.”

I should have known. I rolled my eyes internally. “I know, if I’m being honest, I didn’t even know I did it.”

“Really?” Ikaruga seemed surprised by this.

“Yeah, it’s a photography technique I learned recently.” I said, thinking fast and lifting my camera up a bit. “I guess it’s developing into something of a tick.” For emphasis, I snapped my fingers again and chuckled. “I’ll keep it under control, I promise.”

Something in her stance shifted. “O-oh, I see. Thank you Satoshi-kun.” It took me a moment to realize that she had just changed honorifics with me. And she even called me by my first name. I had to admit, there was something very satisfying about hearing someone so gorgeous refer to me so casually and closely.

“N-no problem.” I said. I decided not to say anything about it.

“Um, I haven’t had my lunch yet, shall we go together? The rooftop shouldn’t have anyone up there.”

And now she was asking me to have lunch with her? Something was definitely going on. We were friendly but Ikaruga never even showed signs of wanting to do this before. Still, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by. She was very pretty and was even a friend of Katsuragi.

“Sure!”

I still wasn’t very hungry, but I was more than happy to hang out with her while she ate. She quickly returned to her desk to grab her bento and then we made our way upstairs.

On the way up to the roof I couldn’t stop thinking about how weird this situation was. Meanwhile, Ikaruga was walking beside me, and I could tell she kept glancing at me as she did. She was slightly flushed as well, making her even more adorable than normal. But why would she be blushing? It almost seemed like this was some romcom anime and she was crushing on me. But there was no way that was the case, we barely ever talked, and never spoke about anything besides classroom matters.

Finally, we arrived at the rooftop and sat down at one of the benches facing out over the city and she opened her bento. I was unsurprised to see that it was very neatly organized, but I was a bit shocked by how much protein there was. I couldn’t imagine anyone other than an athlete would need as much as she had, and as far as I knew, Ikaruga wasn’t on any sports teams.

Still, it wasn’t any of my business what she ate. I had no room to judge, my diet was almost entirely comprised of cheap ramen and chips.

I turned to look out across the blue skies. “This is nice.” I said.

“Mm-hm.” She replied, probably with her mouth full.

The view was gorgeous. The distant city buildings stretched into the clear skies. Leaning forward a bit with my camera in hand, I did my best to fit the lens through one of the gaps in the chain-link fence surrounding the rooftop. I took a quick photo of the scene and reminded myself to try and come back here at night sometime. I was sure the city would look stunning after the sun went down.

“You always have that camera with you, don’t you?” Ikaruga said.

“Sure do. Never know when you might come across a photo opportunity.”

“Do you have any plans to do anything with your photography skills? After high school that is.”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to be a professional photographer,” I replied, specifically leaving out the sort of photographer I wanted to be. Ikaruga just barely started being friendly with me, I didn’t want to scare her away so quickly. “Well, that was after I had gotten over the I-want-to-be-a-dinosaur-when-I-grow-up phase anyway.”

She laughed and I sat back down on the bench next to her. I took a peek over at her just in time to see her bring a futomaki roll up to her mouth to eat. When her lips closed around the very tip of the roll my imagination got the better of me for a brief moment, and an image of her wrapping her lips around something very different bubbled up to the forefront of my mind. To make matters worse, a bit of cream from her roll gushed out onto her lip, and I saw her neck bulge slightly as she swallowed a bite of her food.

I quickly turned away again, aware that my own cheeks had flushed a bit with that thought. For a few more minutes I just looked out across the sky, once again trying to decipher this strange situation to distract me. The weirdest thing was the way she addressed me. One minute it was business-as-usual “Saitou-san”, and then seconds later she went full “Satoshi-kun”. And then there was the strange shift in her mannerisms. I tried my best to think of what I did in the interim, hoping to find some hint I may have unintentionally dropped.

look me in the eyes and snap your fingers

My eyes widened slightly as realization was starting to form.

“Satoshi-kun.” Ikaruga said from beside me. She sounded closer than she was before.

I looked over to find that she had finished her lunch and had set the empty bento on the ground beneath us. She was leaning toward me, propped up on one arm; her face was inches away from mine. This position shattered my previous train of thought, and before I could even react to her proximity she practically jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck, mashing her huge breasts against my arm, and planting a deep, passionate kiss on my lips.

My head was spinning. My class representative was kissing me. I felt something slippery slide in-between my lips, parting the gap and worming its way inside. I stood corrected, my class representative was kissing me with tongue. While surprised, confused, and close to a revelation about the cause of this; I had too much pride not to return the kiss.

This was my first kiss with a girl since my ex, and it was Ikaruga to boot. While I didn’t share the same sort of affection for her as I did Katsuragi, I couldn’t deny that my busty classmate had found a place in my fantasies on multiple occasions. I was certainly not disappointed by any means with this development.

Moving almost by instinct, I brought my hand up behind her head to hold it as we made out with each other. It was a passionate, lovers kiss. The kind you would give to someone you had been dating for at least a month. It was heated too, she was practically violating my mouth with her tongue, like she needed to kiss me. A deep, powerful, primal need.

“Kyeh heh heh…”

We both jumped and parted lips to see the source of the chuckle from behind our bench.

Looking down at us with a cheeky grin and eyes that just screamed “look what we have here”, was the legendary blonde pervert herself.

“Katsuragi-chan!” Ikaruga stared wide-eyed at our classmate. “What are you doing up here?”

“Peeping, obviously.” She put her hands on her hips triumphantly. “I think the more interesting question is what are you doing up here?”

Ikaruga was flushed as red as a tomato. “I’m spending time with my boyfriend, obviously.” WHAT. “I don’t need you nosing around in my business.”

I had to wonder if my ears were working correctly. It sounded like Ikaruga just called me her boyfriend.

“But it’s so uncharacteristic of Ikaruga-chan to be doing something so lewd.” Katsuragi replied, wiggling around with delight at what she had just found. “Even if it’s with her boyfriend.”

“W-we were just kissing, Katsuragi-chan.”

That pretty much sealed the deal. She definitely said that we were a couple, and to top it off, it sounded like even Katsuragi knew we were a couple. The pieces weren’t fitting together in any way, this wasn’t jiving with reality as I understood it for sure.

I’ll be all yours

The gears were turning in my head at last. Slowly, but surely. While my two classmates were busy arguing with each other, I was lost to my own thoughts, working things out as best as I could.

When I spoke to Ikaruga in the classroom I was looking her in the eyes, as anyone having a conversation would probably do, then I snapped my fingers as a demonstration. It was in that exact moment her demeanor shifted. It was just like what my dream told me to do, and now Ikaruga believed she was my girlfriend. And to top it off, Katsuragi believed it too. If the instructions in my dream were to be believed, this would only last an hour though. Just enough time for lunch.

I had to put my naturally-inclined skepticism aside for the time being, because there was too much evidence that I had a strange new power for it to just be a coincidence. It certainly couldn’t be a prank, there was no way anyone would know the details of the dream I had last night, and even if they did, Ikaruga wouldn’t have a full-on make-out session with me just to drive home the prank. They also had no way of guaranteeing I would snap my fingers in that exact moment, I did it on a total whim.

But if it wasn’t a prank then why? I was pretty certain I didn’t have this kind of power before today, it would have manifested by now for sure. I didn’t snap my fingers often, but I had been alive for two decades, there was no way I had never snapped my fingers while looking someone in the eyes in that massive stretch of time.

The necklace around my neck suddenly felt a bit heavier.

No. Fucking. Way.

Could this have been what my father meant when he said that this necklace was the reason he managed to get so lucky? It certainly might be if this necklace truly could grant these kinds of abilities.

I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. My head was spinning again, and my reality was crumbling before me.

“I need to go!” I suddenly shouted and stood up, startling both of my classmates in the process. I rather clumsily but hastily made my way back to the stairwell leading down into the building. I needed to be alone, desperately.