The Week Before the Match, And the Match.

The following morning Ichika had woken up early. A quick assessment of the dorm around him had showed him that Houki had indeed performed her last order of the night very well, and she still slept on the floor beside his bed. Of course Ichika had not woken up early just to assure that the Sex note was still working on Houki, but also to assure that he had some time to write a few things in the sex note without being spied on by any prying eyes. There was a lot of those prying eyes around, at least when it came to being the only male in an all girls school.

Ichika pulled the Sex Note from it’s not-so-secret hiding spot inside his not-so-hidden bag that he carried to and from class each and every day. Then he thought carefully about a couple entries that he should put inside of it.

“Maya Yamada, infatuated about a possible ongoing taboo relationship with her student Ichika Orimura, will not disclose the fact that she is having sexual relations with him.”

‘There,’ Ichika thought, ‘that covers secrecy a little better.’

Ichika could hear Houki beginning to rustle about on the floor, meaning that she was close to waking up and beginning her morning ritual before classes. Feeling rushed, he inscribed the next couple entries:

“Ichika Orimura will not impregnate any woman unless he desires to.”

“Cecilia Alcott secretly desires to be punished by Ichika Orimura—the only boy in school—for her arrogance as the IS Representative Candidate of the UK. She finds herself sexually stimulated by the thought of being beat by Ichika during their duel for class leadership, and looks forward to seeing how much of a ‘man’ he truly is inside his IS tights.”

“Master…?” Houki had finally awakened and was rubbing her eyes. She hazily saw Ichika sitting at his desk writing something in the pre-dawn light and then hastily stuff something inside his bag. Her inquisitive call to him was just surprise that he had woke up before her, it was really unlike him, and now she felt disappointed that she hadn’t prepared tea in time for his rise.

“G-Good morning, Houki! Would you be a doll and start preparing the shower for us?”

“Yes! Of course!” Houki shot up at the chance to please him. Though internally, she still wondered why she was so eager to at all. She knew she had always had a crush on him, but had she truly fallen so deeply?

The rest of the week was uneventful and full of training. Classes went by mostly as normal, which helped progress Ichika’s IS knowledge ever so slightly each day, and he could already see Cecilia eyeing him a lot more intensely than in the past, hopefully it was the Sex Note making her do so, because it was looking like a very hostile glance to Ichika every time. Every afternoon after classes, Houki would train him hard in the Kendo Dojo, earning Ichika’s ire each night by the time Maya came to the dorm. As a result, Ichika made sure to give Houki a good show each night after lessons with the teaching assistant. Even making sure his cum would splash over his forcefully submissive roommate until she began to learn, but she never did.

It wasn’t long before the day of the tournament had arrived, and Ichika was scolding Houki for not teaching him anything about the IS. Then, his personal IS arrived in the hangar, Byakushiki.

Suiting up was almost instantaneous, and in his tights Ichika mounted his new IS unit while taking instructions from Miss Yamada and Professor Orimura from the ATC room. The nerves were building in Ichika during that time, nerves that he was enjoying a lot more than the nerves he got from all the girls in the academy vying for his attention. With this new thrill overcharging his adrenaline, he turned to Houki for good luck, and to his pleasant surprise, she responded well. Makes sense, a servant wants their master to do well. Then he stepped on the catapult, and was launched into the arena. Finally, Blue Tears and Byakushiki faced each other down in the skies over the academy.

Luckily for me—your mildly amused narrator—I don’t have to describe this battle word for word on account of the fact that some poor saps may or may not have already wasted hours of their own lives to animate it. Needless to say, spectators were thrilled, Houki was worried about her crush and secretly thanking herself for training Ichika with a sword again seeing as it was the only real weapon he had, and Chi-*Glare*…Professor Orimura watched the whole match very critically in hopes to make a lesson out if it, and Miss Yamada was happy she helped her y-chromosome student every night leading up to the match. Run-on sentences aside, just as Cecilia was finally going to get her well-sought punishment, the battle ended in her victory.

The goddess Ria felt a small disturbance, as if some predestined event had overpowered her in some small way. “No matter,” She said, “The show must go on.”

“What?!” The word escaped both Cecilia’s, Ichika’s, and the spectators’ lungs at nearly the same time.

Ichika wasn’t sure what had happened. Between the Sex Note, the training, and the last minute shift in his IS, it should have all gone perfectly. It wasn’t until a little later after the battle, when Ichika’s sister gave him that lesson she had been contemplating throughout the match, that he finally understood. Though by the time that Miss Yamada had handed Ichika a huge text surrounding the regulations of IS usage, he wished he hadn’t understood.

Ichika was walking back to the dorm with Houki later that evening where they exchanged some words that had Ichika hopeful that Houki was finally learning to be a good girl outside the dorm. It seemed that she was really sincere in wanting to teach Ichika more about the IS, at least as much as she could recall from Tabane and her text materials. This was all he could have asked for, but he was too tired after the fight to feel like rewarding her with any sexy time. Maybe there was was a way to use the Sex Note to increase his stamina somehow? He promised himself to test that later on down the road. For now, he was looking forward to a soft bed, and a warm Houki-shaped body pillow.

…

Ironically, the person most upset about the outcome of the match was the victor herself. The spanking and humiliation of losing that Cecilia was hoping for had edged her all week. Even now, in the midst of trying to get herself off in the shower, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that she was cheated somehow. She was about to lose! Why was she robbed of this pleasure?

“Why am I feeling this way?” Cecilia cried to no one in particular, rubbing her sensitive breasts to try and arouse herself more, “Even though I was the winner…”

Cecilia didn’t know how to finish that last sentence. A flashback of the match consumed her thoughts, up until the moment that Ichika was about to finally hit her like she wanted. It was the exact moment that he had gotten close enough for her to see the massive crotch bulge of his IS tights and smell his musk radiating from it. His manhood was overwhelming, and made it clear that Ichika was man enough to put her bitchiness in it’s place. She wanted it. Wining be damned.

“Ichika…Orimura…” While uttering his name, fluids slipped down her thighs that were not from the shower head.

A/N: This ends episode 2. Maybe I’ll do episode 3. I dunno, but maybe, for the twintails.