Oh. So that's what you had to "figure out". Oops. (Taylor's POV)

You tried to resist. Really, you did. You'd promised yourself ages ago that you would never make Maya a focus of your fantasies. Not because it would be such a horrible thing, in the privacy of your own head, but because... You knew all too well that it wouldn't end there. Maya was your sister-in-spirit, and you were always together; you shared everything with her, and you were fully prepared to sacrifice yourself for her if she couldn't find her own way out of Ms. Devlin's grasp. If you let yourself think of her like that... You'd fall in love with her for real, instead of just having this puppy love crush on her. At best, you'd live an unfulfilled life comparing every other woman to her, even if she never looked at you the same; at worse, your behavior would start crossing lines, and it would put a wedge between you.

A wedge like the one you could feel forming right now, as stupid questions kept spilling from your mouth, as you kept asking about the details of what being with Ms. Devlin was like.

"So her tongue is like something out of anime porn? Did that feel as good as it sounds?"

"So she played a bunch of approval games once it was your turn with her, and made her call you Mistress? That's actually kind of hot..."

"You weren't really masturbating like that before, right? Damn, if I'd known, I'd have given some advice... Er, sorry, that sounded weird, right?"

"So her juices really tasted like candy... I've always heard they could taste a bit unpleasant until you're used to them, I wonder how they compare."

Maya kept answering everything you asked, but you were hardly focused on her answers. Her reactions told you all you needed to know, as she shifted in place, and her emotions flashed across her face.

You were making her uncomfortable, you knew. You needed to back off, and forget about this whole thing. Except...

She was talking about Ms. Devlin. A symbol of everything you despised, and everything you craved both. She was a being of pure evil who hijacked your class, ruined a lot of homework opportunities you could share with Maya, and **** a bunch of stupid sexual stuff onto you all. You didn't consider yourself a bigot; the demons who had come to your world were strange, but many of them seemed to be fitting in. It would be wrong to judge them by the most vicious media portrayals.

Ms. Devlin wasn't one of those demons, though. She was twisting what was meant to be a place of learning into her fuck den, and you could see that something had to be done about her before the situation could cross the point of no return.

Except... You really, really, really wanted to try out that fuck den, at least once. Because however much you might hate her, she was pretty much your fantasies poured into a smoking hot body, and every sultry glance she gave you made you go weak in the knees. You dearly wished that Maya had let you volunteer for the mission before - both to keep her from this violation, and so that you could have experienced it firsthand. Except that based on what she said, you'd probably have given her your soul on the spot, if Ms. Devlin didn't see the same "potential" in you.

Except... It wasn't Ms. Devlin whose body your unchaste eyes were roaming on, or her high beams that you couldn't help but smirk at. It was Maya. Your best friend. The one who you realized you had a crush on practically before you realized you liked girls. The one who practically defined what you liked in a woman before you saw Ms. Devlin. The one who was so. Frustratingly. Straight.

They had been together, in such great detail... And Ms. Devlin had handed you the opportunity to get as many of those details as you could possibly ask. A tiny part of you was shouting at you that this was a poisoned gift, that Ms. Devlin had given it to you for a reason. A larger part whispered in Devlin's voice that another chance like this would never come... And to your shame, you were listening to her. It was ultimately harmless, right? It was just... An uncomfortable conversation. One that Maya would forget, and which you would lock away in your bedroom's nightstand until you found a real girlfriend.

...But no, no matter how sexy it was to hear that your crush had finally tried out a woman and loved it, that wasn't why you kept asking. Your own fantasies of the two would have plenty of your own invented details, after all. No, you kept asking because...

You couldn't let this conversation end, and you couldn't bear to ask what you really needed to know. A question that had burned in you ever since you heard that Maya had been with her. Ms. Devlin had said in the letter that she wasn't a lesbian but... She hadn't ruled out bi, and she was a liar anyway. And she'd screwed up once already, right? Maybe she just... Underestimated her strength, or something.

You had to know.

"...I'm sorry," You say, trying to compose yourself, "I kept asking other questions because there was something important I was too uncomfortable to ask. But maybe I went a bit too far, and should have just asked the big one."

You didn't want to ask. You didn't want Maya to look at with you with revulsion when she realized your motives. The rest of this, she could tell herself was about your lustful interest in Ms. Devlin... But this, this would make it clear what you had been aiming for.

Except it wasn't. If Maya were truly, 100% straight, you'd cheerfully date the first halfway-decent woman you met. You weren't the kind of scum who would waste her days perving on a friend, and you weren't the kind of idiot to think that Maya would suddenly change her mind and fall in love with you. She was your best friend, and you were honored to call her such - you didn't need more.

But if a demon had fucked with her head to that degree, if there was actually a chance now... You'd feel like scum for thanking Ms. Devlin for it, but it was a chance to fulfill a life-long dream, to be with the most perfect woman you had ever known. You'd rather be scum than to turn your back on that opportunity.

"So..." You **** out, "Ms. Devlin can make you a lesbian? Or, um, at least bi. What... Was that like? Did you enjoy it? What is the memory like now? Did... Did it last?"

Please don't hate me forever.