Mind Games

EDIT: Continuity Error. Will continue story soon.

"What do you mean?" I asked Takane in the scant few moments before Eri spotted us. I had an inkling from the billboards and the selfies, but I needed to know for sure what she meant.

"Oh, I get it," she said, with some kind of realization, "I had forgotten that in the earlier parts of the manga, Jason was shocked to learn that in every world he visited or had visitors from, he was the predominant desire of every woman." Oh dear. Mitsuru, what kind of fetish assumptions does your AI make about me?!? The parameters call for Takane to be obsessed with me, not... not everyone! What kind of backwards-ass eroge logic am I dealing with here? I'm trying to save the world, dammit!

"Takane-chan! Heeeey!" came a fairly (not uncomfortably) high pitched voice. When I looked to the source of the voice, I saw her yet again. Eri Evergreen had entered the diner while I was having what felt like the eighth bewildered inner monologue of the day. Eri was wearing a tanktop and jean shorts. On the end of her bare legs were ordinary tennis shoes. On her forehead were sunglasses, which seemed pointless considering the fact that it was rainy weather outside. Regardless, it seemed to complete her look. She locked eyes with me for a moment, and I saw a flash of some sort of emotion.

She then looked to Takane. "Who is this?" She then gasped suddenly, "Takane-chan! Are you on a date with a Harem Hero cosplayer?!? I know they're hot but you ha-"

"Be silent and sit, Eri," said Takane with murderous tone and body language. Eri, used to or simply ignorant of Takane's tone, acquiesced. She sat next to Takane and began munching on fries without a care in the world. "I would never settle for anything less than perfect, as I, myself, am perfect. Therefore so, too, must my husband.” Eri nodded and made an unattractive, unmistakably confused grunt through the fry matter inside her mouth. “That’s correct, Eri. This is no cosplayer. The person sitting across from us is the genuine Jason Crane, the Harem hero himself.” She seemed quite proud of saying that, so I gave a complementary wave to help sell the point.

Eri stopped chewing, and blankly looked at me, then Takane, back to me, etc. This continued for about 15 seconds before she swallowed the food left in her mouth.

She then grabbed Takane, stood up, and the two walked out of the restaurant. I watched the two of them outside, unable to hear them. But between the obvious doubt that would come out of something like this happening to someone, as well as their body language and my limited but not absent ability to read lips, I was able to deduce that the conversation went something like:

Eri: Takane-chan you’re being deceived! He’s just some hot guy trying to bone you!

Takane: I take **** levels of offense at the idea that I could be deceived by him and you couldn’t.

Eri: Well I must just be more perceptive than y-OW!

Takane got her in a **** hold at an alarming speed, likely due to the other girl closing her eyes to praise herself. Takane then perked up, it looked like she had an idea. She asked Eri for… something, and the short-haired beauty contemplated an answer. After a moment, she seemed to reply to Takane’s question, and the dark-haired girl dragged Eri by the wrist back inside the restaurant. The two once again sat in front of me, Takane with a smug expression, and Eri doubtful and concerned.

“Very well, Eri,” she said, actualizing what she clearly thought was a brilliant plan, “You have just told me a secret. This is a piece of information that only the two of us know, and this man: the real, genuine Jason Crane, will recite it to us in a moment.” Takane made eye contact with me, and winked. “Note that since I, myself, did not know about this until just now, there is no way I could have prepared him. Ergo, his knowing of the answer would require a supernatural explanation, yes?”

Eri looked embarrassed, but replied with a somewhat eager tone, “Yes…?”

Takane looked back at me, “Jason, Eri has a collection of erotic fanfiction about you and herself that she keeps in her closet at her grandmother’s house,” she said, completely deadpan.

Eri, however, was far from deadpan, it took her a moment to go from the shock of Takane just telling me (something I didn’t expect either, by the way) to a shrill scream “EEEHHHHH! TAKANE-CHAN!?!? You can’t just tell people about that!” She was hysterical, “In the first place, now he just knows, you cheated! Doesn’t count!”

I looked at the wailing girl, “I thought you were a lesbian?” I asked.

“I am! Sort of!” she replied in an unclear way. I raised an eyebrow. “The only guy I would ever date is Jason Crane, the genuine Harem Hero! But since he doesn’t exist, I am officially a lesbian!”

I looked back at Takane, who was smirking, eating all of this up. I wonder how often she abuses her power to do unhinged stuff that she immediately undoes. “Did she give you any specifics?” I asked her.

Eri nearly threw another conniption, but Takane restrained her, gagged her and clarified, “Her fetishes seem to involve you performing Kabedon on her, her favorite position is doggy, and she would like to suck you off immediately after you have sex with another woman.”

Woah. Eri’s hardcore. Also that last part, a tiny bit of Lesbian is poking through. Kinda cute, as cute as something that X rated could be. I nodded to Takane, “Okay, let’s-uh… take it from the top.” I understood Takane’s plan now. She traded a piece of information to Eri to get her to divulge her secret about her erotic fanfiction of me. Then she gives me the information and resets the encounter so that while I know about the fanfiction and Eri has no recollection of ever telling either of us in the first place. It was cheating, technically. It's not my superpowers that is making this happen, it's Takane's. I just had to accept that for some reason she wanted me to bring her kind-of lesbian friend with us back to Earth. Not that this wasn't Earth, but... you know what I mean. Takane, never letting go of a flailing Eri, reached with her other hand to her waistband. She hooked her finger around her panties, and then:

“THE STILL UNTOUCHED, UNKNOWING MAIDEN!”

Time reset to the point that Eri was dragging Takane outside. Only this time, I followed them. As the two began their conversation with Eri's back to me, I grabbed Eri and gently pushed her against the wall of the restaurant. I placed my arm on the wall behind her and got in close. The classic, unfettered Kabedon. Only we were in kind of a public place so it was a little bit weird. Eri stifled a whimper, and began to say something before I cupped her chin with my other hand, "If I were a fake Jason," I said, refusing to bird-name myself, "How would I know about your fantasies of me?" I said, adding extra gravel to my voice for that shoujo hero aesthetic. Eri's eyes widened, "I-I don't know what you're talking about..." she said confidently.

"Well let me jog your memory," I responded with a chuckle, "Your fantasies of me bending you over and doing you from behind. Your fantasies of sucking me off right after I bone another girl. Your fantasies you keep secret at your grandmother's house. Ring any bells, Eri-chan?"

Her lips made a strange motion, and she gulped, "Are-Are you the real Jason Crane?" she asked. I get it now. It's not that she doesn't want to believe me, it's just too good to be true. Unfortunately she doesn't know yet that the reality is no match for the legend, so I just smirked and closed the distance even more, placing my lips on hers. She melted immediately, wrapping her arms around me and jumping up, wrapping her legs around me, too. I guess I passed the test?

The rain began again, adding to the chick-flick levels of romance I was putting on at the moment, and when I looked around, I saw Takane emerging from the restaurant. I was so caught up in placing the Eri flags that I didn't see her go back inside, She smirked, seeing the amateur model wrapped around me huffing my body odor as she herself had done all day (many loops of the day, mind you) the day before. She flicked her hair underneath her umbrella, "If you're quite done seducing my best friend, Pervert, let's return to the probe..."