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Chapter 5 by shadow_faith13 shadow_faith13

Meanwhile...

At the Lair of the Youma

A hooded woman stared into a large green fire in an otherwise pitch black room. Her shiny ebony skin echoed the green flames, the firey reflections distorted by her pronounced womanly curves. Her brown robes were worn in an immodest way, with her excessive cleavage showing. She stared into the fire, watching Hotaru vaporise yet another youma with ease. The woman smacked the brazier that held the flames in frustration.
"Akita continues to be a nuisance. There hasn't been any progress in Sendai either... These magical girls keep thwarting my plans!"

Another robed figure approached the brazier. The robed figure bowed to the woman. Unlike the woman he remained hooded as he spoke. The woman looked at the figure with scorn.
"Speak!" She commanded.
"My Lady Noire," the figure whispered respectfully "I may have a solution to our little Akita problem".
The hooded figure waved his arm over the fire. The fire began to show images of the forest clearing. The figure pointed closely to Hotaru suffering from the claws of the wraith.

"A hit?" Lady Noire sounded intrigued. "Of all the youma that she's slain, one finally gets a hit on her?".
"Yes, Lady Noire, but watch closely". The hooded figure gestures to the fire, focusing on Dai's shocked face as Hotaru had her blouse slashed by the wraith. "I think we have a weakness for our dear friend in Akita."

Noire gave the hooded figure a skeptical look. "As long as she retains her purity, her power is unstoppable".
The hooded figure grinned, waving his arm over the flame. This time the flames showed Dai jerking off to Orochi's erotic doujinshi. "Read his emotions, Noire. You can feel that darkness, can't you, Noire? This man is fertile soil for a darkness seed. His lust will make it grow".

"Don't waste my time, Snake. Come back when you have something to actually report. Your darkness seeds have never worked on anyone. Nobody ever accepts and nurtures such a stupid thing".
The hooded figure gently brushed his plump fingers over his large seedpod.
"We'll see about that, Lady Noire."

What happens at school?

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