A Bright New Day

Sat there in his seat in class, whiling away the early hours of the day with a bit of light learning, his mind was not truly on any of the subjects passing across the board at the front of class, nor on any of the truly copious amounts of words that were steadily spewing from Taiga's lips. Instead, his thoughts were entirely on the girl who was sat two seats away from him, just to his right.

If he wanted right now, thanks to the power of Normality that he possessed, it would be entirely possible for him to stand up from his seat in the middle of class, walk over to behind her, lift her up solely by the tits, and then play Bohemian Rhapsody across her buttocks, while he tried to quite literally drown her in his semen, such was the potency of the power he now possessed. And it was a tempting possibility, he was more than ready to admit to that. As were the countless other possibilities he could imagine while just sitting here.

But there was nothing that could be done that would provide him any true thrill. There was no way he would be under any sort of threat or danger. It was quite literally impossible so long as he wore the earrings, for there was not a single person who would not see his every action as perfectly normal, while he could eliminate the threat of anyone who was trying to dispose of him regardless through the simple act of speaking a few words. There was a certain amount of thrill that could be found in performing acts within the midst of a group that none could act against him for, but there was also a thrill in the threat, the possibility of consequences, and that thrill was entirely removed.

His thoughts turned to last night, emerging from the church and seizing hold of his two servants, claiming their bodies as his own property to do with as he pleased, before either of them had ever agreed to do so willingly from then on. He also thought of Illya's annoyance at his actions, the way that he molested her servant in front of her while barely paying her any mind. If only he could have both. To have his cake, and eat it too.

But then again, he could couldn't he? "It is normal, for the passive normality power of my left earring to work only as much as I want, and only on who I want at a time." And like that he had changed the world once again. From now on, he would have the choice. If he wanted to **** someone to accept it as normal for him to be playing around with their friend right in front of them and do nothing to stop it, but still be able to object to the act regardless, then now he could.

And so he decided to act upon that choice, by standing from his seat and making his way across the room to where Hinako sat, and relaxing just a little, the effect on her and her alone. Not a lot, but just enough that she turned to stare up at him questioningly. "Don't mind me." He said, despite the fact it was well within his capability to make it so if he truly desired it. "I'm just making sure you are comfortable." And so it was that one of his hands went to her back, and the other rubbed down the outside of her thigh before burying underneath, and with a small heave he lifted her up in his arms.

It wasn't for particularly long of course. Just long enough that he could sit down where she had been, and then deposit her perfectly atop his lap, her soft thighs squishing delightfully against his own, and her ripe rump was quite nice against his cock as well. And then, with her there in his lap, he sat. Just sat. There was nothing more to it than that, with the slight event of him slowly looping his arms forwards around her waist, hugging her back against his chest.

No one else in the room found anything suspicious about the whole situation, not even Yu herself. But she was allowed something that no one else in the room was blessed with. She had just enough awareness of his cock pressing into her, of his firm muscles held against her back. She was unintentionally being given a small demonstration, an improvised gallery viewing of his body and form, and exclusive for her. And with the power of the Normality he had created before, that was more than enough to steadily inflame her lust for him.

But how long could she hold out, how much could she endure. From her own perspective, he was sitting perfectly normally, taking in the class as any other student might. From her perspective, any act of lust or libido, would be entirely of her doing. She would be the 'sexual aggressor' as the case might be. And that was the game that he was content to play for now. How much lust could his fellow Master endure before she was overwhelmed and threw aside all ideas of proper social propriety.

And so it was that class continued, and Shirou tried his very best to pay attention to Taiga and take in the worldly knowledge that she was trying to impart. His fingers danced a ghostly waltz across Hinako's stomach the entire time through her clothes, but nothing truly arousal inducing, nothing exciting. She shifted a few times, and he felt her stiffen occasionally as her shifting ended up with his shaft lurking dangerously close to slipping between the warm buns of her buttocks.

He watched as the hairs on the back of her neck slowly began to stand more and more on end, and a blush of redness was slowly creeping up the skin of her neck as she drew closer and closer to that inevitable breaking point. He could just imagine it now, her finally breaking, turning abruptly in his lap. Would she begin by kissing him, mashing their mouths together in an act of true hunger? Would she go even further and delve deeper into debauchery, slipping down to lavish his cock with her ravenous attentions right there before the entire class?

Would sh-

Bringgggggggg!!!

The school bell echoed through the classroom, announcing the end of the current class and the release of everyone from the confines of their classes. It was now time for lunch, and as such every student was swiftly setting about their buisness, unpacking bento boxes, putting away books and notes, and collecting in each of their prefered social gatherings and groupings of friends, to exchange gossip and chatter. All except Hinako. She was up in the span of an instant, her books clasped tightly in hand and bag already slung over her shoulder, and as quick as a flash she had left the room before Shirou could do anything to stop her.

Shirou sat there, stunned for a few minutes, a sensation running through him that he was entirely unfamiliar with. Was this perhaps, that situation that he had heard referred to as 'Blue Balls'? If so he could see why it was so despised. It was a sudden undercutting of his satisfaction that he very much detested on principle. Though perhaps that was his Ishtarian blessing speaking.

Whatever the case, he soon stood from the seat and began again the conquest, though now it far more resembled a hunt than a simple game of patience vs endurance. He slid out into the hall, keeping his actions entirely normal to all who might view them, and like a panther stalked through the halls in search of where Hinako had gone to.

At first there was no sign of her to be found, and any other students he questioned couldn't give him any leads as to where she might have gone off to. Considering her apparent lack of any desire to interact with others, he first tried the roof, but found it entirely empty. Descending the stairwell, he began to comb the school, corridor by corridor.

It was outside Kuzuki's classroom that he finally found her, bent over forwards against the wall just by a set of display cases. The teacher was famously quite disturbing to the people around him, just something fundamentally off about him that drove all of his classes to practically flee from the room once their lessons were over, leaving his room and the adjacent corridor the absolute emptiest in the school. A perfect place for her to be alone and undisturbed.

And it was quite clear that she very much did not want to be disturbed, not from the way her skirt was hiked up, her skin flush with sweat so much that her shirt had become damp and was no clinging to her body, and the panties she wore were so thoroughyl drenched with feminine juices that they had become entirely transparent. One hand was holding the tie of her panties together, pulling them tight against her crotch. The other was disappeared behind her thighs for the moment, but if he had to hazard a guess was definitely currently involved in some act of self pleasure.

He toned down the Normality affecting her as he approached, letting her take in the situation that she had just been caught in red handed, and he was honestly thrilled at the way her cheeks flushed a brilliant ruby red. Almost as red as the small pattern of command seals hidden away right on the smooth skin of her inner thigh, where no one would find them unless they caught in a compromising situation such as this.

Was he a bad person for knowing in his heart of hearts, that this was going to be fun?