Try and pretend this incident never happened.

"Hey, Homura-chan?"

Homura merely made little strangled noises in reply, turning her beet red face away from her.

"So, Saotome-sensei sent me to tell you the test is over." Madoka said, still wearing that amused little smile. "You have, mmm, ten minutes to get ready for the next class."

"Buh- Ma- Eh- Wh-" Homura sputtered like a boiling kettle. "I, uh, I'm so sorry." Even as she said it, the words fell flat out of her mouth, Homura not knowing how to properly express herself.

"It's fine, it's fine. Honestly, I'm flattered that you'd think of me when fapping. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!" She clasped her hands together in front of her left breast and sighed dramatically, as if she was displaying her emotions to an unseen audience. Homura attempted to melt into a puddle and disappear forever, mortified at her own actions.. "Here, let's get you cleaned up, ok?"

"Please, don't talk about it..." Homura mumbled, contrite. She got up from the ground, feeling her warm cum drip down her legs, flushing even more at the reminder of her current predicament.

Madoka eyed her current state somewhat hungrily. "Hey, if you want to, we could..." she said, sliding in closer to Homura. This close, the scent that Homura had previously imagined was now actually upon her, causing her body to shudder with need. She opened her mouth, but didn't know whether she was going to protest or urge Madoka on.

The pink haired girl stopped herself with a visible effort. "Actually, we'd better not right now. You should go clean up, and I should go back to the classroom."

"Let's..." Homura had burned herself out, only really feeling a worn-out tiredness and lingering embarassment. "Let's just forget that this ever happened, alright?" Madoka opened her mouth, maybe to protest or to tease her more, but a sudden spasm of guilt and recollection crossed her face. She thought again and simply nodded.

"Here, do you know where the showers are?" she said, after letting Homura compose herself a little more.

"Yeah, probably."

"Well, then I'll see you back at class, alright?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Madoka looked off to the side. "Hey, I'm sorry about poking fun at you, alright? I just thought that it was cute, and I wanted to tease you about it." Madoka thought that masturbating to her was cute, of all adjectives? "Ummm… Yeah. Sorry about that." Instead of saying anything more, Madoka simply ran off with that last line, cheeks red.

Homura was feeling the effects of emotional whiplash now, trying to wrap her head around the events of the last couple of minutes. What was she supposed to even feel?

Homura eventually found her way to the showers, which as she expected simply took the place of the women's bathrooms. She ignored the warm water hitting her body in favor of replaying their short encounter on the rooftop. So. Madoka possibly thought she was cute. The thought reverberated in her head. Her imagination conjured images of the two of them together, doing what couples did - eating out, going on dates, planning for the future together, cuddling and kissing. Well, okay, they'd done a lot more than just cuddling, but still. Did she have a chance with her? There was a connection between the two, one that had somehow seemed to have grown over the time loops - or perhaps it was just her, becoming more and more devoted to the girl she'd thrown everything away to save. She just didn't know.

And, of course, the biggest impediment. Kyubey, wraiths, magical girls. Every single time, it spelt **** for Madoka, Walpurgisnacht an impassible wall that signaled the end for every magical girl in Mitakihara. And even if Walpurgisnacht didn't exist here, there was every sign that something similar was going to happen; Homura was certain that the unprecedented number of wraiths wasn't an isolated incident. She had to be ready for it, amass every advantage she could to try and do what dozens of past Homuras and Mamis and Sayakas and Kyokos had failed to do. She simply couldn't afford the emotional instability that seeking love would bring. Homura pushed aside her thoughts of domestic bliss (her and Madoka taking the places of Junko and Tomohisa in their kitchen, feeding their children and preparing for the day, Madoka giving her a kiss before she set off to ... She shook herself out of the fantasy again). If there was anything she was good at, it was her single-minded focus.

And there also was the issue that the girl actively sought out the danger in the name of doing good and of being kind. The very same characteristics that made Homura so dedicated to saving her were also the things that put her in danger in the first place. She'd throw herself into the grinder to save even a cat, heedless of the danger to herself. The only way to prevent her from contracting, she'd found from bitter experience, was to get to that cat first and save it on her own.

Somehow, Homura had finished the drying process on autopilot, and was walking back to class even as she steeled her mind. She slid into the classroom and back into her seat, rejoining the class. Madoka steadfastly avoided her gaze, still a little flustered.

After the test, the students evidently had had some kind of a masturbation break, post-orgasm flushes on the majority of faces. There was a neat line of filled-to-bursting condoms against the wall, each one roughly the size of a watermelon and tied off with a knot. As the last couple of girls cleaned up after themselves, wiping down their dildos, fleshlights, and such, Saotome-sensei stood up from her desk and prepared to resume class. This time, it was science, which required her to pay attention only to the names of the scientists, so she decided to consult with Mami about the wraith problem they were presented with.

_Ah, Tomoe-san? There was a pretty large wraith, um, miasma yesterday. I went in and destroyed all of them myself, but would I be able to get help from the coven next time? _It was a question that Homura knew would be answered "no", but it was the best alibi she had for bringing it up.

_That's… _Anxiety and fear emanated from Mami's mental connection with Homura. That's really bad. Miasmas shouldn't be appearing anywhere near here, not with the coverage we can get. We usually only get one wraith spawn per week, and they're taken care of pretty quickly.

Well, there were like, dozens? Including one fiery type, which seemed stronger than normal.

_I haven't even heard of different kind of wraiths. _A long pause as Mami digested the information. I think you should ask the coven. I mean, if you cleared out a miasma on your own I don't know if they'll be any help to you, at least in combat itself, but they should at least know something. At the very least, they've been around longer than I have...

Alright, I'll definitely go ask as soon as possible.

_I'll tell them now; they need to know. _A pulse of magical energy emanated from the neighboring classroom, followed up by one in return several moments later. Homura's thoughts briefly returned to the lecture, where Saotome-san was going over how some rare animals exhibited sexual dimorphism.

Homura was scribbling something down about natural protections against self-fertilization - she'd realized too late that some basic biological facts had shifted around - when Mami mentally pinged her again. Hey, Tanaka-san and Akamatsu-san want to meet you in person, at like six. Oh, Akamastu-san is the magical girl in charge of wraith fighting. Maybe some others, too.

Did they know anything?

Well, apparently they've heard urban legends about "lances of hellfire", but nothing concrete. Akamatsu-san definitely noticed the miasma, though, and was wondering why it had just disappeared like that. Apparently there was a lot of panicking going on until you showed up on the scene. They really want to meet you, see what kind of person you are and stuff, if you're willing to work with them, that sort of thing.

So some kind of weird job interview? Um, okay. Where should I meet them?

They want to meet at the cafe where Tanaka-san works. Uhh, 3rd district, 19th block, building four.

_Ok, tell them that I'll be there, thanks. _Another burst of magical energy as Mami relayed Homura's agreement.

Yeah. In fact, I think I'll take you there. This is... well, it might just be the most important thing that's gonna happen this year. Homura nodded, first physically and then virtually through their mental connection. Alright, I'll talk to you later Akemi-san. I... I hope you'll be alright.

Saotome-san had finished her lecture on reproduction in animals, moving to math instead after another brief masturbation break. Homura was pretty good at math, especially chapter 8 sections 2 through 9, so she ignored the class in favor of alternating between planning for her upcoming meeting and staring at her classmates' and teacher's basically nude bodies.

Finally, it was time for lunch, and the students around her started standing up and hustling about. Homura had been beginning to feel her ridiculous libido reemerging, so she was grateful for the opportunity to "relieve" herself. Like a bathroom break, except longer, harder, and also involving sexual intercourse.