The Catalyst and the Love Crests

Igawa Asagi - 2 (On the Lookout)

Asagi recalled a certain incident some days ago.

In a private letter sent to her office, the Goddess Dakini warned them about her magic being stolen. Without a lead, the thief's identity remained unknown.

"Ahh~."

For now, they knew very little about the stolen magic. Since it was from Dakini, there was no doubt it has strong carnal-inducing effects. After marking the victim by the use of a Love Crest, it drew out their sexual desires and raised it to an intoxicating level not even a Taimanin could withstand.

"Haahhh~!"

It happened to her, the Love Crest engraved on her body plagued Asagi's senses with lust.

In order for the effect to be stopped, they needed the stimulation to be over. This meant Asagi had to release that sweet tension with the help of a catalyst, which connected to the magical symbol. Kotaro happened to be made the catalyst for such a bewitched magic. He managed to provide her support with the help of the slumbered Evil Eye.

"Yes, right...ummgh~...there."

At an unexpected timing, the crest was acting up. Its glowing light raised and rushed her desire in waves. Over the rooftop of a building, sweet subtle moans from Asagi's lip blended into the cool breezes.

Her back faced the wall, her hip began to sway lightly following the motions of Kotaro's hand. Still wearing the signature purple Taimanin bodysuit, she felt his fingers and the skintight fabric pressing against the needy wetness between the legs. As the fabric of the suit stretched along his fingers and kept on throwing smooth frictions around the clit, Asagi slipped a gasp and bit on her lower lip.

"~Oh~!"

Her thighs rubbed together, trembling while holding his wrist in place. Kotaro couldn't retract his arm even if he wanted to, this was something they needed to do in order to calm the effect of that crest.

Asagi leaned her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him and hands clung to his frame. She couldn't let him know she was trying not to crave for these sweet strokes. Asagi still felt embarrassed this happened in the middle of the mission. She wanted the next time to be her turn but this sort of unpredictable moment was uncalled for.

The moment Kotaro tried to open the door to return to their hideout inside the building, the world around them once again shifted. The city landscape fabricated within that strange colorless realm. What was supposed to be a routine for a stealthy investigation had turned into something steamy.

"Asagi-sens..."

Before Kotaro could finish, she raised her head and shot him a glare. The moonlight shone the blush on her cheeks so clearly. He was quickly reminded of the only thing she'd wanted him to do whenever they were alone together. Not the stiffed manner of addressing her as his mentor, not the formal calling of her name while on duty.

"Asagi."

That was what she wanted to hear from him. The way her name echoed so affectionally in his voice.

"Spread your legs more."

Asagi nodded to his whisper. She opened her thighs to reveal the dripping spot covered by an ultrathin layer. Shaky legs loosened only to tense up as her entrance was being stretched. Wet sounds filled the air, Asagi's love juice seeped through the bodysuit and dampened Kotaro's fingers while he continued to pump them in and out of her.

"Fuuma...kun!" Her sensual voice briefly hit a higher note. The allurement in her eyes demanded more from him. "Oh~! Fuuma!"

She slumped against Kotaro, the evening winds emphasized more of the warmth she felt from his embrace.