The next world.

Mr. Hiro's Announcement

"Well, I can't let anyone go out onto that scorched field that used to be a city," Mr. Hiro said with a heavy sigh. "So, we're going to have to postpone the rest of the fights until tomorrow."

Kaerith's POV

As soon as he said it, I felt a wave of relief. Finally, some downtime. Maybe I could kick back, relax, and let the chaos settle for once. But just as I was about to enjoy the idea of free time, the school intercom crackled to life.

"The student disciplinary committee requests Kaerith Fetuoval Sulemoranis to report to the office immediately."

There goes my free time.

I trudged through the winding halls of the academy, dragging my feet as I approached the disciplinary office. Pushing open the heavy door, I froze in place.

Sitting behind the desk was a girl who looked like she belonged on the cover of a romance novel. Her white and black striped hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing blue eyes locked onto me like a predator sizing up its prey. She was stunning, and the way her lips curved into a sly smile didn't help my nerves.

"Sit down," she purred, her voice smooth and commanding.

When a girl like that tells you to sit, you don't argue. I slid into the chair across from her, trying to keep my composure.

"I'm Kirika Sayonara," she said, her tone dripping with playful authority. "I'm in the disciplinary committee. It's my job to make sure students like you…" She leaned forward, her cleavage conveniently visible. "…stay in line."

I gulped. "Uh, so… what did I do?"

Kirika smirked. "Oh, Kaerith, it's not about what you did. It's about what you might do. You see, a little birdie told me you've been… a naughty boy."

The way she emphasized naughty sent a shiver down my spine.

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, holding up my hands.

She laughed—a sultry, low chuckle. "Relax, I'm not here to punish you. Unless…" She tilted her head. "…you want me to."

I blinked, unsure if she was joking or not.

Kirika walked around the desk, perching herself on the edge right in front of me. Her skirt slid up just enough to make me avert my eyes, but not before she noticed.

"Aw, how cute," she teased, twirling a strand of her striped hair. "A big, strong fighter like you can't handle a little leg? What's the matter, Kaerith? Never seen a woman before?"

"Uh, I've seen plenty of women," I stammered.

"Oh, I bet you have," she said, leaning closer. "But none like me."

Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of vanilla and something faintly floral. I tried to keep my cool, but she was way too close. Then she whispered, her lips almost brushing my ear, "You know, I've been watching you."

"Watching me?"

She grinned wickedly. "Of course. A specimen like you is hard to miss. Those muscles, that hair, that face…" Her hand trailed down my arm. "You're practically begging to be disciplined."

My brain short-circuited. "I—I think this is against some kind of rule?"

Kirika laughed again, this time louder. "Oh, rules. Rules are so boring, don't you think? I'd much rather break a few… with you."

Before I could respond, she grabbed a bottle of water from her desk, unscrewed the cap, and—while maintaining eye contact—poured a small amount onto her lips, letting it dribble down her neck.

"You're thirsty, aren't you?" she asked, her voice husky.

"I'm… not really…"

"Liar."

She stood abruptly, pulling me out of my chair by my collar. Her playful demeanor shifted, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.

"You don't understand, Kaerith," she said, her voice trembling with intensity. "You're mine. Do you hear me? MINE. No one else can have you."

I backed up, but she followed, her gaze never leaving mine.

"I've saved every picture of you from the school database," she continued, her breath quickening. "I've watched all your fights, memorized the way your body moves. And when you're not looking, I—" She cut herself off, biting her lip.

"Okay, this is getting weird—"

Before I could finish, Kirika pulled a small vial from her pocket. It glowed faintly pink.

"This is my love nectar," she said, her expression dead serious.

"Your… WHAT?!"

"My love nectar," she repeated. "One drop of this, and you'll belong to me forever."

I bolted for the door, but she was faster, slamming it shut and pinning me against it.

"Don't fight it, Kaerith," she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine. "I'll take care of you. Forever."

I was officially terrified—and maybe a little impressed.

"Kirika, listen," I said, trying to reason with her. "I think you might need a hobby or something."

"Oh, you're my hobby now," she said, her grin widening. "And my obsession. And soon, my everything."

I had no idea how I was going to get out of this, but one thing was clear: relaxing was no longer on the table.

Kirika's face was now so close to mine that I could feel her breath on my lips. Her grip on my collar tightened, and the faint pink glow from the vial in her hand was now almost hypnotic.

"Kaerith," she purred, her voice dripping with something between seduction and madness. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"I—uh…" My brain scrambled for a response, but all it managed to come up with was: Run.

She didn't let me. Instead, she leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "Every time I think about you… my whole body starts to heat up."

I swallowed hard. "That sounds… like a medical issue?"

She laughed softly, and it wasn't the good kind of laugh. It was the yandere has snapped kind of laugh.

"No, no," she said, pulling back to stare into my eyes, her cheeks flushed with pink. "It's not a problem, Kaerith. It's a gift. A sign. My heart races, my breathing quickens, and then…" She trailed off, her eyes darting down for a moment before locking back onto mine. "I feel it… right here."

"Feel what?" I asked, already regretting it.

She grinned, leaning in close again. "My pelvic region starts to heat up, Kaerith. It gets so warm, so wet, and before I know it…" Her cheeks went an even deeper shade of red as she clutched the glowing vial tighter. "…my love nectar flows. Just for you."

I choked on air. "WHAT?!"

She sighed dreamily, holding the vial up as if it were the holy grail. "It's because of you, Kaerith. My passion for you is so powerful, it manifests physically. Every drop of this is proof of my love!"

I was officially beyond terrified. "Kirika, I think you need to talk to someone—maybe the school nurse? Or a therapist?"

"Oh, don't be shy," she teased, her expression turning sultry again. "This is what passion looks like, Kaerith. You should feel honored. No one else has ever made me feel this way. You ignite something inside me…" Her voice dropped lower. "Something dangerous."

Before I could respond, Kirika's body began to glow faintly. The air around her shimmered, and I felt a surge of heat.

"What the hell is happening?!" I asked, backing away as far as I could with the door still blocking my exit.

Kirika smiled wickedly, her feet lifting off the ground as she began to hover. "Oh, Kaerith, didn't I mention? My power is fueled by passion. The more I feel, the stronger I get. And when it comes to you…" She held out her arms, the pink glow surrounding her intensifying. "My passion is limitless!"

"You can FLY?!" I shouted, staring in disbelief.

"Yes," she said, spinning gracefully in midair. "And that's not all. My speed, my strength, my endurance—they all increase with my feelings for you." She landed gracefully in front of me, her glowing eyes locking onto mine. "Right now, I'm more powerful than I've ever been."

"This… this is insane," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Insane with love!" she corrected, grabbing my hands and holding them to her chest. "Kaerith, don't you see? We're destined to be together. With you by my side, I could reach heights I never imagined. And with my love nectar…" She held up the vial again, smirking. "I could make you stronger, too."

"Nope!" I yanked my hands away, shaking my head. "Nope, nope, nope! I'm not drinking that!"

Kirika pouted, crossing her arms. "You're no fun." Then, her expression shifted again, her eyes narrowing as her smile turned eerily sweet. "But that's okay. I don't need you to drink it. You'll feel my love one way or another."

I stepped back, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. "Kirika, I'm begging you. Just calm down."

"Calm down?" she echoed, her voice dripping with mock offense. "How can I calm down when you're in the room? When I'm this close to you, it's impossible to contain myself!"

At that moment, the intercom crackled to life again.

"Great," I muttered. "Now the whole school knows I'm trapped in here with a flying, glowing, love-nectar-producing maniac."

Kirika didn't seem to care. In fact, she laughed, twirling in the air again as if she were putting on a performance. "Let them talk, Kaerith. Let them know that you're mine."

I had no idea how I was going to survive this, but one thing was clear: Kirika Sayonara was not someone to mess with—especially when she was glowing pink and talking about her pelvic region.

Kirika's intense energy filled the room as her pink glow radiated with unrestrained power. She stared at me with an unnerving mix of passion and determination, her hands gripping my shoulders as she leaned closer.

"I can't hold it in anymore, Kaerith," she said, her voice trembling. "You're driving me insane! Do you even realize what you've done to me?!"

Her words were sharp, but her tone was dripping with desperation. I could feel the heat of her breath on my face, and for a moment, I froze, unsure of how to react.

"Kirika, calm down!" I said, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "You're acting… a bit intense."

"Intense?!" she laughed, her voice loud and wild. "Oh, Kaerith, this isn't even the beginning of what I feel for you. Every time I think about you, every time I see you… I feel this fire inside me, this uncontrollable heat, right here—"

She grabbed my hand and guided it toward her midsection, just above her navel. I immediately yanked it back, flustered.

"Okay! Too much information, Kirika!" I exclaimed, my face flushing.

But she didn't stop. Kirika's energy only seemed to grow stronger as the pink glow around her body intensified. "Don't you get it? You've ignited something in me. It's not just passion; it's pure power. Every thought of you makes me stronger, faster—and, oh, Kaerith, wilder."

"Uh, Kirika—"

Before I could finish, she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into a kiss so fierce it knocked the wind out of me. Her lips were soft, but the sheer force behind her action was overwhelming. My mind raced in a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and—if I'm being honest—a tiny sliver of intrigue.

When she finally pulled away, she smirked, her blue eyes glowing with mischievous delight.

"You're mine, Kaerith," she declared, her voice dripping with finality.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's not start claiming people like property!" I protested, trying to stand up and create some space between us.

But Kirika wasn't having it. She giggled as she gently pushed me back onto the couch, pinning me down effortlessly with her strength. Her pink glow grew even brighter, and for a moment, I felt an odd, almost magnetic force pulling me toward her.

"Kaerith," she whispered, leaning close to my ear. "Do you feel it too? This connection between us? It's destiny."

I was about to argue, but before I could, she tilted her head back, laughing maniacally as the glow around her body reached its peak.

"I've never felt this alive!" she cried. "You make me feel unstoppable! Unstoppable and… oh, so very wet with power."

"Kirika, please!" I shouted, my face turning bright red. "Can we just calm down and talk like normal people?!"

But she ignored my plea, her laughter growing louder and wilder as she tightened her hold on me.

Just then, the door to the disciplinary office burst open, and Ren Kagetsu stood there, looking both confused and unimpressed.

"Kaerith, what the hell is going on here?" Ren asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'd really like to know that myself!" I replied, still pinned to the couch by a very glowing—and very passionate—Kirika.

Ren sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Kirika, did you forget the part where you're supposed to be a professional member of the student council?"

"Professional?!" Kirika snapped, glaring at Ren. "Do you even know what it's like to be consumed by this much passion? To be so overwhelmed by someone that your very soul feels like it's going to explode?!"

Ren blinked. "No. And I'm starting to think I don't want to."

"Then get out!" Kirika yelled, throwing a burst of pink energy toward him. Ren dodged it effortlessly, stepping aside as the energy left a scorch mark on the doorframe.

"Okay, you're insane," Ren muttered. "Kaerith, good luck."

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving me alone with the unpredictable and overly passionate Kirika.

"Now," she said, turning her attention back to me with a wicked grin. "Where were we?"

I gulped. This was going to be a long day.

Kirika's smirk was equal parts terrifying and mesmerizing. Her glowing pink energy made the room feel like it was pulsating with her unbridled emotions.

"Kirika," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "maybe we should, uh, take a break? Reassess? You know, like normal people do?"

"Normal?" she repeated, tilting her head as if I had just insulted her entire existence. "Kaerith, there's nothing normal about us! You're not normal, and neither am I. What we have—this connection—it's beyond the mundane. It's… divine!"

I tried to wriggle free from her grip, but her strength, amplified by whatever this "passion energy" was, made it impossible.

"Kirika, I don't think this is how relationships are supposed to start!" I said, panicked.

"Relationships?" she echoed, her grin widening. "Oh, Kaerith, we're far past that. You're mine now. Every breath you take, every thought you have—it belongs to me."

"That's… not how free will works!" I shot back.

But before I could say anything more, Kirika leaned down and kissed me again, this time slower but just as intense. It felt like she was pouring every ounce of her overwhelming energy into me. My head spun, and I could barely think straight.

When she pulled back, she was panting slightly, her cheeks flushed. "You feel it, don't you? That fire between us. It's undeniable."

"I feel something," I muttered, trying to catch my breath. "Mostly confusion and maybe a little terror."

She giggled, her laugh echoing in the room like a melody. "Oh, Kaerith, you're so cute when you're flustered. But don't worry—I'll teach you everything you need to know about… passion."

"Pretty sure I'm good!" I replied quickly.

But Kirika wasn't done. She slowly stood up, towering over me as her glow intensified. "Every time I think of you, Kaerith, my entire body responds. My heart races, my skin tingles… and here—" She gestured vaguely toward her pelvic region. "It gets so warm, so wet with my love nectar."

"Too much information!" I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands.

She laughed again, the sound almost unhinged. "Don't be shy, Kaerith. You should feel honored! Not everyone gets to experience the full force of my passion."

"I'm definitely feeling something," I mumbled, trying to figure out a way to escape this madness.

Suddenly, the pink glow around her body erupted into a fiery aura, and she clenched her fists. "And you know what's even better? The more passion I feel, the stronger I become! Watch this!"

With a burst of energy, she leapt into the air, hovering a few feet off the ground as her power surged. "I can fly, Kaerith! Fly! And it's all because of you!"

"That's great, Kirika. Really. But maybe you should come down now?" I suggested nervously.

"Oh, I'll come down," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Right on top of you."

Before I could respond, she descended, pinning me to the floor once again. Her laughter echoed in the room as she straddled me, her hands resting on my chest.

"Kirika, seriously! You're going to kill me at this rate!" I said, struggling to breathe under her weight.

"Kill you?" she purred, leaning down until her face was inches from mine. "Oh no, Kaerith. I'm going to make you feel alive like you've never felt before."

I didn't think it was possible, but my face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Can we please take this slow?!"

But Kirika just laughed, her passion-fueled energy making her seem invincible. "Oh, Kaerith, you're adorable. Don't worry—I'll make sure you're ready for me. Eventually."

"Eventually?" I echoed, dreading what that could possibly mean.

Kirika's mischievous grin widened. "Oh, Kaerith, we're just getting started."

I groaned, realizing that escaping this situation was going to take more than just luck—it was going to take a miracle.

As Kirika released me from her grasp, her laughter transformed into something deeper and more primal. She leaned in, pressing her lips against mine in a sloppy kiss that left me breathless. The pink energy surrounding her grew brighter, almost blinding. Then, just as abruptly, she pulled away, placing me gently on the floor. Her fingers traced over my cheeks, leaving a trail of warmth behind. Suddenly, a gush of pink liquid shot out from between her legs, splattering onto my face and clothes. The sensation was unexpected, and I could feel the temperature rising in the room. Kirika's laughter turned into full-blown hysterics as she continued to cover me in her love nectar. Sputtering and coughing, I struggled to make sense of what was happening. Kirika's laughter continued to fill the air as I tried to wipe away the sticky substance now coating my face. "Kirika!" I managed to choke out, trying to sound firm despite being covered in her love nectar. 

Her laughter subsided slightly as she looked down at me, her expression a mix of amusement and something else—something almost feral. "Talk?" she repeated, her voice low and husky. "There's nothing to talk about, Kaerith. This is simply how it is between us now." She reached down, running a finger through the mess on my cheek. "This is just the beginning. Soon, you'll crave this connection as much as I do."

The pink energy surrounding her intensified, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and fascination. *How am I supposed to handle this situation? Maybe there's a way to reason with her or calm her down.* "Kirika, I... I don't understand," I stammered, trying to keep my voice level. "Please, can we just—"

But before I could finish my sentence, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine once again. This time, however, her kiss wasn't sloppy—it was demanding and possessive, leaving me no room to breathe or protest. All I could do was surrender to the strange and overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

As Kirika pulled away from our kiss, her pink energy swirling around her, she looked down at me with an almost predatory gaze. Without warning, she straddled my head, her wetness hovering mere inches from my face. My heart raced, and I tried to push myself up, but her strong legs kept me firmly in place.

*"kaelrith seems to enjoy this...unusual situation. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage somehow?"*, I thought quickly.

"Kirika, please," I said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. "This isn't the way to—"

But my protests were cut short as she lowered herself onto my face. Her laughter turned into a low moan, and I could feel her warmth and wetness enveloping me. I felt Kirika's weight settle onto my face, and her laughter subsided into a low, satisfied moan. My vision was completely obscured by her, and I could barely breathe through the sweet, intoxicating scent that surrounded her. Despite my initial shock, I knew I had to maintain a sense of composure. *This situation might be awkward, but perhaps there's a way to learn from it or redirect the conversation.* I tried to shift slightly, hoping to create enough space to speak. "Kirika... I appreciate your affection, but I think we need to discuss this properly." My words were muffled against her, but she seemed to hear me. She paused for a moment, then lifted herself just enough for me to take a deep breath before lowering herself again. Her movements were rhythmic, and I couldn't help but notice the change in her demeanor—she seemed almost tranquil now. "Kirika," I repeated, my voice strained, "let's find another way to connect. This isn't exactly...conversational."

as I try to continue the conversation, but always seem to do is getting her more stimulated my voice vibrating on her pussy, making her squirm on my face, writing it like a horse " I'm going to explode" She moaned out in pleasure before I knew anything else was going on her love nectar splattered all over my face again she said "I need more" as she rips off my clothes I felt Kirika's hands fumbling with my clothes, pulling them away from me with urgency. Her moans grew louder and more intense as she continued grinding herself against my face, my words seemingly lost in the haze of her pleasure. *I need to get through to her somehow,* I thought desperately. Summoning all my focus, I spoke firmly yet calmly, hoping my words would penetrate her heightened state. "Kirika, please listen. I'm here to talk, to learn and understand. This isn't how we communicate effectively." My voice was muffled, but I hoped she could discern my intent. Despite my words, her movements became more frenzied, her pink energy crackling dangerously around us. I could sense the struggle within her—the battle between her primal instincts and her desire for connection. It was clear that she needed a release, and I found myself wondering if this physical act was somehow tied to her ability to communicate or think clearly. As her moans grew louder, I tried again, "Kirika, let's find another way. We can still be close, but we need to talk about this." Kirika's unrelenting movements continued as my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, her pink energy crackling with intensity around us. My face was drenched in her arousal, and I could feel her getting closer to climax. Despite the overwhelming situation, I remained focused on finding a solution, my concern for her well-being overriding my own discomfort. "Kirika," I said, my voice strained yet firm, "we can't keep doing this. It's important we talk and understand each other better." I tried to gently push her back, hoping to create enough space to have a proper conversation. When she resisted, I reached out with my hands, attempting to grasp her hips and slow her movements. *Maybe if I can help her reach her peak, she'll be more open to talking.* I thought, adapting my strategy. As I held onto her, I used my tongue to tease her clitoris, hoping to bring her pleasure while also regaining control of the situation. "Kirika," I panted, "Let me help you, then we can talk." Just then she reached her climax. Then her love nectar spilled all over my face again. Just before I could, I thought anything would happen to get worse. Somebody walks through the door knocking out. Kirika and then lift her off me with one arm. His deep, voice. Was apologetic. " I am incredibly sorry for this miscommunication. I did not know she had so much feelings for you. Sorry this is really embarrassing but if there's anything the disciplinary committee can do for you to apologize, please just let us know me and her first strings of the disciplinary committee."

I coughed, my face covered in Kirika's essence, as I tried to compose myself. Wiping my mouth, I glanced up at the intruder, surprised by his sudden appearance. Kirika blushed furiously, scrambling off me and attempting to straighten her clothes. "It's...it's fine, Akira," I managed to say, my voice still muffled by the remnants of her arousal. *Who is this man, and why does Kirika seem so intimidated by him?* I wondered, taking note of his authoritative tone and confident posture. "I appreciate your concern, but I think we were just having a...misunderstanding."

Akira Katsurai raised an eyebrow, eyeing the situation with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "If you say so," he replied, still holding Kirika firmly with one arm. "But I can't let this behavior go unchecked." Turning to Kirika, he spoke sternly, "You know the rules. This type of conduct is unacceptable." Kirika nodded, her eyes downcast, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.

"Please," I interjected, sitting up and trying to appear more presentable, "let's just talk about this calmly." I looked at Kirika, who seemed to shrink under Akira's glare. "We can all learn from this situation." Akira released Kirika, who immediately moved behind him, using him as a shield. He looked at me, his expression softening slightly, then turned to leave. "Fine," he said over his shoulder. "We'll discuss this later. But for now, Kirika needs to return to her duties." With that, he disappeared through the door, Kirika scurrying after him like a frightened animal.

Alone once more, I took a deep breath, my mind racing. This unexpected encounter had given me a glimpse into Kirika's feelings and her world, but it also left me with more questions than answers. I needed to figure out how to handle situations like this in the future—both to protect myself and to understand Kirika better. I stood up, wiping my face

Kaerith POV

Lunchtime hits, and I do what any self-respecting protagonist does—I escape to the rooftop, avoiding the social minefield below. People screaming over spilled milk cartons and the occasional "yo mama" joke thrown like a grenade? Nah, I'm good.

I push the door open, and there she is: Momo Kozlova. She's sitting on the ledge, legs dangling like some kind of rooftop guardian angel, munching on a sandwich in the most stoic, deadpan manner I've ever seen. She doesn't even look up as I approach.

"Hey," I say, trying to break the silence.

"Hmm," she replies without moving her gaze.

"So, uh… what're you eating?"

She turns her head so slowly it's almost comical, like she's in a dramatic anime reveal. "Tuna sandwich," she says in the most monotone voice possible. "No crusts."

"Bold choice," I say, sitting a few feet away from her.

She shrugs. "Crusts are for people who think taxes are optional."

I blink. "…What?"

"Exactly," she says, taking another bite.

The wind brushes past us, and we sit in awkward silence. Momo doesn't seem bothered, though. She just stares off into the distance like she's pondering the mysteries of the universe—or maybe just trying to calculate how long it'll take for someone to realize she skipped gym class.

"So… why are you up here?" I ask.

"Quiet," she says flatly.

I nod. "Makes sense."

She glances at me, her face still emotionless. "Why are you up here?"

"Honestly? Trying to escape a girl who basically went Super Saiyan over her feelings for me."

"Hmm," Momo says, finishing her sandwich and dusting her hands off. "Sounds like a you problem."

I laugh nervously. "It really is."

She leans back, resting on her elbows, and stares at me with those big, unblinking eyes. "Do you ever think about how weird birds are? Like, they're just little dinosaurs that scream for no reason."

"Uh…"

"I wish I could scream for no reason," she adds, her tone still as flat as a piece of paper.

This girl is either a genius or completely unhinged.

"What do you mean?" I ask cautiously.

She sits up straight, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. "Think about it. Birds have zero responsibilities. They wake up, scream into the void, and everyone just accepts it. Meanwhile, we have to go to school, pay taxes, and pretend to care about group projects."

I nod slowly. "Okay, you've got a point."

She leans in slightly, her voice dropping as if she's about to share a world-shattering secret. "If I could be a bird, I'd be one of those pigeons that steals fries."

"Pigeons steal fries?"

She nods solemnly. "They're the true apex predators."

I can't help but laugh. "You're something else, Momo."

She tilts her head, her expression as blank as ever. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"No, it's a good thing. I think," I say, scratching the back of my neck.

She stands up, brushing off her uniform, and looks down at me. "Well, enjoy the peace while you can. The bell's gonna ring soon, and we'll all go back to pretending we care about quadratic equations."

As she walks toward the door, she pauses and turns back to me. "By the way, Kaerith."

"Yeah?"

She stares at me for an uncomfortably long moment. "If you ever need someone to help you hide a body, I'm free after third period."

Before I can respond, she disappears through the door, leaving me wondering what the hell I just signed up for.