Makoto fixes Kyoko, focusing on her face.

Writing from his current position posed a challenge, but otherwise, Makoto didn't have any worries filling in the blanks that would return Kyoko to normal. After all, he knew her name wasn't "Kittygiri," and he knew what her regular outfit was supposed to look like: her single braid, her dark purple leather jacket, her skirt, and the rest of it. Really, the details of her outfit felt mundane compared to her ordinary composed expression, starkly at odds with the beaming, heavy-breathing arousal that she was currently wearing. Without wasting time, he scratched out what Sayaka had written and filled in the blanks with his own recollection. Now, it just remained to be seen if there really was magic behind this.

After all the anticipation, the result was anti-climactic. Makoto didn't know what he had expected; some kind of puff of smoke or flash of light like in an anime? Instead, correcting the information had simply changed Kyoko back into her regular appearance while leaving her pressing down on top of him. Even the book in Makoto's hands had changed from its previous cat-themed decorations into an composition notebook, one that looked totally ordinary except for where she'd evidently tested her lipstick on it. It seemed right for Kyoko. More or less.

Kyoko herself was looking exactly like Makoto had imagined her. Importantly, she was decently clothed in her ordinary outfit, with no sign of funny animal ears on her head or a tail in her ass. He figured she might be in a bit of shock, as well, since she was making no effort to move. Instead, she simply stared down at him with her intelligent purple eyes. His eyes were drawn to her eye-catching signature purple lipstick-

As if in response to his thought, without so much as a word of thanks or conversation, she cupped her leather-clad fingers to either side of his head, holding it in place, and dipped her head down. She locked lips with her friend, stroking the side of his face with apparent passion and attacking his tongue with her own.

Sayaka watched with shock (and heard, as there was some audible sucking going on). Then, slowly, she came back to reality. It was weird for anyone else, but this was ordinary behavior for the Academy's Ultimate Detective, Kyoko Kissigiri. She tried to remind herself that in the strange detective society Kyoko was supposedly a part of, this was nothing unusual. She didn't understand it, but she did need to be grown-up about it.

She waited that way for about thirty seconds as the kiss continued unbroken. Finally beginning to wonder if Makoto had the breath and kissing experience for that, she decided to interrupt. "Gosh, Kyoko! We're so happy you're back to normal!"

Kyoko seemed to finally collect herself, releasing Makoto and sitting up. She wiped the trail of spittle from her mouth and rose to her feet, looking composed again except for the heavily smeared and shocking purple makeup she was now reapplying with practice and quickness. "My apologies, I got carried away. Thank you again, Makoto."

"N-no... problem..." the exhausted young man panted from the floor. He knew he ought to be used to Kyoko's strange expression of even the most casual affection, but it didn't change the fact that it felt somehow like his first.

Sayaka cleared her throat. "I'm glad to see you back to normal, but we've talked about this before, remember? I don't know how it is where you come from, but for most of Japan, that type of kiss is supposed to be reserved for romantic interest, not just a friendly gesture. After all, I don't see you giving me-"

Moving forward swiftly and cutting her off, Kyoko grabbed the back of Sayaka's head and pulled the other girl into an aggressive liplock, holding her there with **** and going at it with every bit of enthusiasm she'd shown her other classmate. When she felt Sayaka start to retreat slightly, she pressed her own body forward, using her free hand to grab Sayaka not by the small of her back but by the swell of her bottom. The idol, who still wasn't wearing panties from her earlier encounter and wasn't at all sure how she thought of Kyoko in this capacity, was locked in a stunned state, letting the detective do all of the work in their kiss.

When Kyoko released her friend, Sayaka fell onto her knees on the floor, touching the corner of her mouth and feeling somehow like this funny expression of casual affection felt somehow like her first kiss.

Kyoko reapplied her makeup for the second time in a small number of minutes, pursing her lips expertly and finishing with her paint back in place. "My apologies. It seems I got carried away yet again, but I couldn't have you thinking I didn't appreciate your help."

Makoto gulped. Privately, he thought that being Kyoko's friend was an intense experience. For most people, she was a cool, unapproachable beauty; then, when you did get to know her, there was this odd tradition of hers that didn't seem to respect any boundaries of traditional public decency. It wasn't just the kissing. When Kyoko moved in for her trademark liplock, it seemed like her hands were free and permitted to do whatever they wanted. Still, that was just Kyoko's way of showing her appreciation of her friends, something a distant woman like herself found hard to do otherwise. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing for everyone else to get on the same page?

Sayaka didn't seem as understanding. She'd risen back to her feet, wiping at her lips and pointing at Kyoko. "N-now, hold on a minute! I know this is going to sound crazy, but... is Kyoko really back to normal? Is kissing people like this really something she always did? A-and are you really comfortable kissing both Makoto and me like that, Kyoko?"

"... Hm?" Kyoko tilted her head curiously. "Is there something weird about the way I did it?"

"No, it was normal. For you, I mean. B-but for anyone else, the way you kissed Makoto... p-people will think you have feelings for him, you know?"

"Oh..." Kyoko seemed to take her point, shielding her mouth with her gloves pensively. "I take your meaning. Someone who doesn't know me well might find it inappropriate. However, I want you to understand that I have no problem whatsoever if you kiss Makoto just like I did. You two are friends as well, after all."

"Idols don't just kiss people, dummy!" Sayaka declared, wiping at her lips furiously again. "I'm going to say it. I think something funny is still going on! Makoto, when you turned Kyoko back to normal, are you sure you really thought of the right things?"

The young man brushed himself off and rose to his feet, shrugging in apology. "I did! At least, I thought I did... You know, we were lying on the floor, and her face was so close... All I could think about were her lips. Not in a weird way! It's kind of what comes to mind with Kyoko, don't you think?"

"Grr... When a girl hears you say 'all I could think about is her lips,' you know how that sounds, right?!"

Kyoko watched Sayaka throwing offense and Makoto playing defense, her eyes traveling from one to the other, and sighed. She picked up the notebook herself and flipped through the many lipstick-testing pages until she got to the page for her own information. It all checked out, and there was no pink anywhere to be seen. The magic was done. All the weirdness had been put to rest.

Still, she felt bad. Sayaka and Makoto had helped get her back to normal, and they'd put up with a lot. She didn't feel the same embarrassment as they did, but she wasn't emotionless or heartless. She owed them to make sure they wouldn't leave with a bad taste in their mouths. So, with a sigh and decisive motion, she walked up to her two arguing friends, grabbed the back of both of their heads, and pulled Sayaka and Makoto together into a friendly liplock. She held them there for a moment until she could see the shock in their eyes disappear and be replaced with something she interpreted as friendly interest. Occasionally she eased them into the normal, reconciliatory gesture by planting repeated kisses on the sides of their faces, decorating them in her gaudy lipstick color.

Finally, when she saw Makoto and Sayaka pressing their bodies together warmly, moving their lips of their own volition and occasionally breaking for a private conversation, Kyoko backed off and gave them a satisfied smile. "Finally, you two are acting normal again." Re-fixing her makeup for the umpteenth time, Kyoko set about gathering her notes and cleaning up the library, ignoring the racket as her two friends' makeout session got noisier and noisier.

It'd be a relief to get back to ordinary detective work after this weird day. She'd been a cat just a moment ago. Imagine if she'd done something crazy under the effect of the Popup, like licking Makoto's face? The thought gave her an involuntary shiver.

Kyoko worked efficiently. After about fifteen minutes, with her computer off and her arms full of notes, Kyoko began to make her way out of the library. She paused, thinking she ought to be polite and see off Makoto and Sayaka, before she realized the two of them had retreated behind a bookshelf somewhere to continue their conversation and, evidently, their same noisy face-sucking. She considered if she needed to remind them that if someone else came into the library, they might not see this as the same cordial activity between friends she did, but decided not to. Somehow, she felt like she'd only end up getting pulled into something weird again.