Toru Holds off for now | Kyoka Switches Sides

Toru debated what to do, while she pawed at herself.

If Mineta really had altered that much and she was apparently unable to tell what was altered or not without the notes, then those would be what she needed to find, right? From what she heard last night, she wasn't sure if she would even want to, but if finding and destroying the written entries were what it took to reverse the effects, that that would be what she had to do. Hell, she'd have to destroy the whole book.

Unfortunately, despite Toru having a quirk perfectly styled for infiltration, she didn't consider taking the book to be as easy a task as she would have liked to believe.

Grape boy may have been pervy, but he wasn't the idiot that he appeared to be. That book would be precious to him and he would have thought this out... and prepared contingencies.

She already knew that he could make people unaware of changes. Also, if last night was any indication, he had trigger phrases for - presumably - all of them. Toru felt uncomfortable about both of those ideas. The

The resulting idea making her panic so much that she took her left nipple into her mouth and began to suckle on it like a baby would suck its thumb. It worked quickly at calming down her mind and she took several more seconds than needed to stop.

His ignorance of her knowledge may be her only advantage now. If she tried to strike now, he may use a trigger or start playing it safe. The best thing she could do may be to let him keep on and let him get comfortable and careless. She would wait for a better opportunity to act. She was confident that he'd get sloppy sooner or later. She just had to feign unawareness like everyone else and stay close to him for when the time was right.

Meanwhile, Kyoka had sidled herself away to another corner of the dorm's living space, blissfully scooping what had been ceremoniously hacked up onto her with her fingers and greedily ate it off her fingers.

Incredibly grateful to the girls who were courteous enough to "share" with her parts of their breakfasts, the content of which she was picking out of her hair as she thought. Globs of chewed up cereal, crumbs of toast, milk and other such fine foods sauced with the delicious flavour of saliva.

It really did taste delicious again.

It is back, she thought with a mix of happiness but also tremendous trepidation and guilt.

Her mind replayed the events that had brought her here:

Her body was frozen but she could still feel the dribbles running down her neck and small breasts and splattering onto her thighs as she knelt before the bastard who was Mineta.

Still, she looked up at him pleadingly: "Mineta! Make me love getting spat on again. Please!"

Mineta actually laughed at her.

"No. I'm done. Thanks for making me feel better, Kyoka, but I think I'll just send you to your room and wipe your memory or something, I guess."

NO! He had to fix this. Getting spat on was gross and perverted but... now she could only see the benefits. She wouldn't have to be squeamish about kissing or sharing cups and straws ever again. Something that should by all right disgust her and sicken her to her stomach would instead feel like the best thing imaginable and she would love every time she was degraded and used as a spit rag.

If he wiped her memory of this, then she'd wake up tomorrow hating something she felt she was supposed to love and would never understand why.

"Please, Mineta. Don't do that. What you're doing is evil but... oh please just make me like spit again. Just this once. Please."

Mineta gave a theatrically dramatic 'Thinking' pose. He was enjoying this too much, she thought with a scowl growing on her face.

"Let me see... You do seem pretty keen."

He took out the book again and prepared the pen. He was about to write something but then looked her way and instead spoke:

"Bat Punk: Blank."

...

Before Kyoka had registered what he had said, she suddenly heard an alarm go off. Her eyes opened and she saw that she was staring at the ceiling of her dorm room. Her digital alarm clock was BEEP-BEEP-BEEP'ing. Her mind felt foggy.

Was it all a dream? she wondered, blearily, before reaching to silence her alarm and rise from her bed.

She performed a quick analysis, expecting to see some evidence of the events of last night. However, she was unblemished. No spit anywhere on her and she still wore the same gothic make-up and sexy black lingerie that she had gone to bed in.

Scratching her head, uneasily, Kyoka seemed puzzled but decided to let it be and begin her morning routine anyway.

Maybe it had all been a dream, she thought as she brushed her teeth, Mineta must be getting to me, if I'm starting to dream about him... And the spit...

Kyoka felt her cheeks redden and she suddenly became incredibly aware of the concoction of toothpaste and her own saliva. She promptly finished brushing and left the bathroom.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Dream or not, she remembered Mineta hacking up on her and genuinely remembered loving it. Always loving it, in fact, recalling how her memories of her life had changed, which was typical of dreams. Then it had all been undone, and she had found it all - understandably - revolting again, but for some reason wanted to like it again. It was really weird, looking back.

What struck Kyoka the most, however, is that she still felt the same way she had in the dream.

It would be kind of cool to not find being spit on gross, she thought, but then quickly correcting herself, Actually, no. To find it really gross but enjoy it anyway. How awesome would it be to have some guy gob in your mouth or your hair and just... love it and ask for more?

Suddenly realising what she said, Kyoka hid her face in her hands.

That had been so weird and freaky.

While removing her nightly wear and arriving at the little desk to clear her slutty made-up face, Kyoka found something peculiar.

A single piece of A4 office paper was sat waiting for her next to her mirror. That was strange.

Seeing that it had writing on it, Kyoka began to read it and threw her eyes open at what she read:

Hey, Jiro.
You're probably reading this now, wondering whether last night had been a weird dream or not, right? Well, let me help you out. It was real. It was all real. I really do have a magical, reality controlling book and I have been using it on you, Mina and ALL the other girls.
Isn't that cool!?
Anyway, I didn't really have anything planned for you. Unfortunately, you just aren't really my type of gal. However, since you had to get yourself involved with everything, I decided that you can play a part, after all.
From now on, you're going to be on my side as my Little Helper. You're going to be my mole and assist me in my games, while keeping Mina off the scent.
Why should you do that, you may be asking.
Well, your protests last night did not fall on deaf ears. I used the book to give back your love of spit and even threw in some extras that you're bound to love. I even allowed you to keep your awareness of the changes, just this once, so you get to enjoy them firsthand, just like Mina did yesterday.
However, these do not come without certain conditions.
There are three rules you must follow:

1. You do anything I tell you to do.
2. You do not show nor tell anyone about this game, the book, the changes in reality or your situation to anyone, unless I give you permission. That includes my involvement and even messages like this one or texts sent between us. Anything that could spoil the fun.
3. You do not lie to me and answer my questions with the complete truth.

If any of these are broken, your spitting entry is destroyed FOREVER.

Aside from that, act natural. Go downstairs as normal and pretend nothing is going on. I promise you'll get a warm greeting.
I'll text you soon with your first task.
All the best,
Mineta

Kyoka finished reading and crumpled the paper in her fury.

The bastard had magic reality-bending abilities now... And he had used it on them. She had no idea what he had done, beyond trigger phrases and the spit-loving entry, but she did not trust him not to be pervy with such powers.

This was a nightmare.

Although, had he really given her a love of being spat on? She didn't really feel any different but... it did sound like a nice idea.

NO! It was a horrid thing and he was a horrible person. She had to report this and get him expelled.

That would break the second rule, she thought absentmindedly as she made for the door, naked.

That meant that the spitting change would be lost forever...

That was a good thing, she thought, as she walked through the halls and down the stairs to the common area, it was a disgusting, degrading thing to be spat on.

But... that sounds great. Shouldn't I give it a try before getting rid of it?

WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT!?

Kyoka suddenly came into the room, seeing the girls bar-Toru eating breakfast or talking with each other, and suddenly became very nervous.

She sported a cheery, if nervous, smile and walked in, trying not to give away her troubled thoughts.

Good or not, there was no way Kyoka was going to choose some stupid spit-kink over her friends. Certainly not for a scumbag like Mineta.

That changed when Mina released a massive amount of saliva onto her face, followed by all the other girls, who somehow saw nothing weird about what they were doing.

That had been heavenly. She just closed her eyes and smiled as she was barraged with spit and chewed up pieces of food by her best friends. It may have been Mineta or just her imagination but it felt twice or thrice as good as it had last night. She even let her mouth slip open and someone was nice enough to spit directly into it. Kyoka almost came. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. Better than pussy juice, even. She had spent years lapping between the legs of her friends and all this time, she had been choosing the wrong lips.

How could she be expected to give something this good up again?

She... She had to be Mineta's spy. Just for now, until she can work out how to thwart him. There had to be a way to keep the best of both worlds.

Back in the present, Kyoka continued to enjoy her breakfast, sucking what used to be Ochako's milk off her fingers.

She spotted Mina walking up to her Kyoka hastily took the spit-smeared digits out of her mouth and tried to look as natural as possible.

"Hey, Kyoka," Mina said, quietly, so as to keep the conversation between themselves, "about last night."

Kyoka gulped.

"After you sang me to sleep, you didn't... find anything under my pillow or near my bed did you?"

She was worried about breaking the second rule but also felt bad about having to lie to Mina. Licking a stray glob of saliva near her lips, she regretfully decided to cover for Mineta.

"I don't know what you mean. I just finished you off and left."

"You didn't see anything?"

Hoping to erode the conversation, Kyoka decided to go on the offensive:

"Are you trying to say I stole from you!?" she said, channeling her frustration in her voice.

Mina looked stricken: "NO! I'm not saying that... but something is missing that was there when I went to sleep and you were the last person I saw."

Damn it, Kyoka thought, she is talking about the notes that SHE gave to Mineta. I can't tell her... What do I say?

Didn't Mineta want me to lead Mina off the scent? There was no rule against being around Mina, after all.

"Maybe... maybe you just misplaced it... I could help you find it. What is it you lost?" she tried, hoping that she made the right choice.