BURE (1)


preamble

The wind is blowing.

Cold winds carried the sound of emptiness across the barren landscape.

The cold air that blew on the surface of the body brought the heat of the body with it so relentlessly that the skin felt like it was going to crack and the bone marrow was freezing.

Cloudy sky heavy pressure on the head, people feel very heavy, the world has lost the right color, showing a melancholy black and white scenery.

It’s a desolate world controlled by nothingness. And I walk on this world of silent chatter.

Strong winds kept blowing. Dragging two tired feet.

Eyes squinting slightly, for fear of hurting my corneas from the sand blowing from the front, my feet took one slow, deliberate step forward, my body moving forward with the heavy footsteps.

The rough grains of sand beneath Chip’s feet made a dry groaning sound.

The sound of the wind was constantly in his ears, and the walls the air had built seemed to push the weakened form backward with a mocking expression.

What exactly lies ahead? There was no way of knowing what was being moved towards, it was just instinct that made the body move forward.

What the eyes saw was barren land with no signs of life, and gray chaotic clouds that moved very fast.

The flying grains of sand drifted straight up in the air to the distant horizon.

This unnamed feeling of emptiness made the whole heart go cold.

A heavy feeling of occlusion continued to gnaw at the interior of the chest.

A desperate sense of loneliness settles in the cramped stomach.

The ensuing sense of paralysis has always surrounded it.

How long will it take to find an exit!

The feeling of being alive is gradually stripped away, as if one is left with only bones, and this sense of loss fills the body.

I kept walking.

It is as if this is the only means by which one can escape this eternal suffering.

The wind continues to blow.

“¡¡Life¡¡¡”

There seemed to be a faint, hoarse voice stimulating the sense of hearing.

Voices!?

After stopping, he slowly lifted his head up.

Turned his head and looked around.

No one.

Of course. This is a world where I’m the only one.

Perhaps it is the sense of loneliness that causes mental depletion that gives rise to such hallucinations.

After a soft sigh, he lifted his foot forward again.

“Help… help…”

There it is again. The sound was as if it had been dispersed by the wind, and only a very slight sound could be heard in the ears.

“Please… save me…”

No, it wasn’t heard by the ears. Rather, it rang directly in the head.

“Who!?”

Unconsciously, screaming in a very shrill voice.

The thought of who else is here besides me is chilling.

“s… s… night… s… night…”

Young girl’s voice.

Sandy Night.

Subconsciously, repeat the name.

Never heard of it.

Without realizing it, the wind had actually stopped. The feeling of the earth from the soles of his feet had also disappeared.

In the darkness without light or sound, I floated.

“Who are you?”

After issuing the unsuppressed question, his name rang within his head within moments.

“¡°King One¡±”

The girl’s murmur.

“kagura… mirror one…”

As if to make sure it was correct, it was read out slowly, word by word.

It was in the darkness that my body made the ascent.

Close to waking up.

“Who! Â Â Who the hell are you?”

Though I screamed with all my might, I couldn’t maintain my spreading consciousness, and my mind became more and more empty of thoughts.

“I am Saya… just like you…”

It was hard trying to capture the fading sound.

However, the latter words were still not heard.

The upward spiral is becoming more and more pronounced.

The sudden appearance of the ball of light turned the consciousness into a blank.

It’s not working.

It won’t take me long to wake up.

Chapter 1

Push open the heavy wooden door and step outside through the foyer. After walking through the porch with its dark brown tiles, you see a long, thin plain stretching southward, interspersed with a gently descending ramp.

More than ten years ago, my father chose the hilly side close to the county line to construct a reinforced concrete home.

At that time, the only thing below the ramp in front of the house was green paddy fields.

However, after some time, when I returned to Kasumigahara City, where I lived as a child, I found that it had been replaced by a number of hut-type housing complexes.

This up-and-coming residential street is a reminder of the reality of human society, which focuses on the outside at the expense of the inside.

Originally, it was thought that urban expansion would start to slow down due to the long period of poor economic conditions, and it was too far away from the metropolitan area to be developed into a suburban residential area, but the development of residential streets similar to the proliferation of amoebas is gradually taking shape.

However, the well-landscaped hills have not been ravaged by construction trucks, and the home’s overgrown forest remains as it was before, about a five-minute walk from the nearest neighbor.

The father’s desire to isolate his headache-inducing son was prescient.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I returned to live in this metropolitan area while my father moved out of the county with my mother.

The ostensible reason is to open a new hospital, but the real reason is not.

For hating me.

Neither of them has any desire to repair a relationship that was broken ten years ago, much less live their lives looking at the other’s face.

I was tired of the monotony of dormitory life, and of course I knew what kind of trouble my return to my hometown would cause my two parents.

Fortunately, after ten years, none of the people who knew me then are here anymore.

While I don’t know how to organize my 5LDK + alpha space alone, I’m free to ignore vexing relationships and live my life.

After closing the bronze aluminum door and lifting my head to glance at the already somewhat dirty concrete-built walls, I slowly step down the ramp.

The daylight from the eastern sky was harsh as it reflected back from the glass windows under the eaves of the house.

Perhaps because the air was still clean, the office building across from Takasegawa was clearly visible.

It might get a little hot. Loosening the tie of his uniform a little bit, he resumed carrying the straps of his book bag.

After turning south at the crossroads intersection at the bottom of the ramp, go straight to the school.

The closer we get to the school, the more students there are in the same uniform.

“Hi! Mirror One!”

While passing through a short row of apartments, there was a sudden shout from behind.

Then, there was a gentle tap on the shoulder. I looked back with a somewhat surprised expression.

“Ah –  field.”

In fact, I had already seen it, I just pretended to be surprised on purpose.

It’s only right that people should react this way in general.

“Good morning!”

A greeting in the wimpy teenage voice he always put on.

“Ah! It’s so rare! I’m surprised to meet you at this hour.”

“A little bedraggled in the morning and a little late getting out the door.”

The first person I spoke to after transferring here this spring was  Tian.

Over one hundred and eighty centimeters tall with a very fit physique. With the top two buttons of his shirt open, you can see this kind of fun-loving student in any school.

People should be okay. When I first transferred here and hadn’t gotten to know anyone yet, I was perhaps feeling protective of me sitting alone in the corner of the classroom, and came over to talk to me as soon as I got out of class and excitedly introduced myself.

I’m not boasting, but I have a handsome face even though I don’t have much money, and I’m very strong even though I don’t have a great way with girls, and so on.

The  field has a personality that is more hardcore than it looks, which is something that I found out later.

If not, then I must now be the perfect target for campus gangs that emphasize non-legal economic activity and non-peaceful dialogue. It’s certainly a good thing to be bullied less, even though one can handle it. To feel tuned  into the field because everyone puts up with him a little.

Since we met, we have been together a lot. Although I sometimes have to endure this forced friendship, they are really good people by nature and there is no pain in being together.

“Hey-did you see the news this morning?”

On the way to school,  Tian asked.

“So it’s best not to mess around today.”

What news? I asked him back.

“Late last night, there was a riot across the street from the station by supernaturals!”

“Extraordinary people?”

“Didn’t someone die? Dry! If I’d known, I’d have run to see it!”

“Uh…” The specialists…

Often people talk about the five bodies and the five senses.

The five bodies refer to the five parts of the body sinews, veins, flesh, bones and fur, that is, the head, neck, chest, hands and feet. The five senses, on the other hand, refer to the five organs of the body that have the senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, which is also a general term for the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and skin.

Originally, man is a creature that relies on these five powers to move around. What happens when the sixth power is added? It is a supernatural power that cannot be seen, cannot be touched, and cannot even be compared to physical or chemical effects.

This power is called supernormal ability, and those who possess it are known as supernaturals.

When it was first discovered, it was considered a trick or a deception and was oppressed, and supernaturals were often regarded as charlatans. However, as time passed, it became clear that this was indeed a fact.

Whether this is innate or acquired, no one knows the truth.

For a while, being considered the seed buds of a new humanity and favored by the mass media also made the supernaturals very popular. And after it was confirmed that these people’s abilities could affect other people on a spiritual level, the public’s opinion of them reversed course.

Since the number of people with supernormal capabilities is much smaller than the number of people without supernormal capabilities, it is natural to understand what kind of treatment will be meted out to these people with supernormal capabilities, judging from the historical situation.

Differential treatment and persecution resulting from prejudice and envy.

Even now, the actual number of idiosyncratic people must be greater than the publicly published number. It’s just that everyone doesn’t recognize it.

The idiosyncratic person who caused mayhem across the street from the station last night was really stupid.

Anyone with a modicum of intelligence will surely conceal their special abilities.

Just like me who is walking  beside Tian now, put on an expression that has nothing to do with me.

“What was the result? What happened to the extraordinaire?”

“As if taken.”

“Police?”

“Maybe! It wasn’t mentioned in the news report. It’s impossible to send in self-defense forces and combat vehicles for one person, it should be the police.”

“Wow – so that’s it!”

 Tian acted like he felt sorry for not seeing a good show.

“Lately, there seems to be a lot of these people?”

“Really! Kasumigahara would have been discriminated against for that, and perhaps thought of as a town for idiosyncrasies as well!

“It’s really annoying.”

The emergence of supernaturals has nothing to do with the region, and I don’t remember reading about it anywhere. However, judging from the recent situation, it seems that the number of crimes committed by supernaturals in Kasumigahara City is higher than in other towns.

“Did this ever happen when Mirror One used to live here?”

“Life in the mountains is supposed to be so simple that it feels as if you are isolated from the world.”

“Really! I am not going to be able to stay even one day.”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t you dare laugh at the 50th step!”

 Tian jokingly clamped his hand on my head. It actually really hurt.

“Iya-“

“No – don’t!”

There were quite a few people since we were already very close to the school. I desperately wanted to avoid  Tian’s affectionate attitude, however, the harder I avoided it, the harder he clamped my head.

“Hey!  Tian! Why are you coming for real-“

As I was about to beg for mercy, the pressure on my head suddenly disappeared. I hastily retracted my neck.

 Tian did not come after him. Instead, it looked ahead with a lost expression.

I followed his line of sight.

There was a female classmate who was also wearing the uniform of Kasugake Gakuen standing right in front of her.

She stood there watching us fool around for what seemed like some time.

I know that girl, much to my embarrassment.

“Ah – good morning to you!”

That girl’s name was Mayukiji Yuu, and when she heard me greet her, her eyes smiled and nodded.

“Good morning! Kamikari-senpai.”

Dark, glossy hair swayed slightly on either side of her white face.

She is a first-year student who just entered school this year. It is said that she is studying the rituals of the festival at the Hachiya Shrine where she is staying.

Maybe that’s why it looks so much more mature than the average teenage girl.

“Is it all this time?”

“Not really. It’s later today.”

“Whoo!”

We became acquainted with each other because we occasionally sat next to each other when we visited the library to read books.

Maybe it’s because she carries a little respect for me because she occasionally sees me reading during my lunch breaks or after class breaks.

“Hey! Hey!”

The stirring  field suddenly came to its senses.

“Mirror One, you know this beautiful girl! When did you put it on?”

Hearing such rude words, Yuu lowered her head at once. Under the light of the morning sun, her cheeks were a reddish color.

“How can you say such things!”

“What’s wrong! It’s obviously a beautiful girl, do I have to say she’s not cute at all!”

“That’s not what I meant–“

In one corner of the field of vision, Yuu’s head was getting lower and lower.

I managed to signal  Tian with my eyes to stop talking, but unfortunately there was no understanding between us. Maybe that’s how friendship between boys works.

“Ah! Just now you called him Kamikari-senpai. I’m really sorry for suggesting that you see us fooling around so early in the morning.”

Under  Tian s comparison and enunciation, she really hated to dig a hole in the ground.

“Well – then, I’ll go ahead.”

After Yuu finished speaking in a very low voice, she nodded and turned to leave.

The standardized body wrapped within the uniform gradually left us.

“ Tian – you did that on purpose!”

I said as I looked at her long, silky hair hanging down her back.

“Mirror One! You’re not alone in wanting it all to yourself, are you?”

Answering the question by questioning  Tian, his eyes were still fixed on Yuu whose back was getting smaller and smaller.

“Mirror One is really quite resourceful. It’s so easy to make friends with such decent girls at the drop of a hat. And I’m surrounded by bulls**t.”

“You won’t disguise yourself!”

“What – you’d better not talk in front of the crowd!”

Then,  Tian roughly put his hand on my shoulder.

“Okay! Wouldn’t you say we’re good friends? Aren’t good friends supposed to share the same pain!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hey! You have to be clear! I’m the one who can’t see that people are good, and as soon as I see that they are good, a nameless fire rises from my belly-“

“-Crooked reasoning!”

“Hey! That girl just now, does she have a sister?”

“--”

So that was the purpose. I was going to shake my head.

Before I could finish shaking my head, someone behind me suddenly pushed me.

 The field also seemed to be pushed a little.

We didn’t notice it at all, so we lurched forward.

A small figure flashed by on the side.

“Mirror One! Good morning to you!”

It was Little Saint. The tiny classmate, raising the hem of her short skirt, looked back.

“Igarashi! You brat!”

 Tian screamed roughly.

“And by the way, a good morning to  Field as well.”

“I’m by the way!”

“If you two don’t hurry up, the bell is about to ring.”

After saying what she wanted to say, Saint ran forward and away.

Sheng is most likely to come and scare me when I’m not looking. I always thought she did it all on purpose.

“Really! Not like a girl at all!”

“Boyish!”

“Not cute at all! Totally like a boy!”

As I comforted  Tian, we walked to the classroom as one.

Enhanced sunlight, reflecting on the glass windows, emitted a harsh light.

The boring day has begun again.

If evolution really exists, the new powers that mankind has gained should be to adapt to the present complex environment.

The idiosyncratic is not an occasional mutation, and there is a statistically proven tendency to increase the number of idiosyncratic people, mainly among young people.

I’ve often pondered this question of why this particular ability came about.

By the time I started to understand, I had already realized that I had special abilities that others didn’t have.

I can never forget the look on my parents’ faces when they found out I was an Extraordinaire.

I began to spend time learning about this special ability and reading books related to it after my parents had drifted away from me and I had entered a school where all the students lived in a dormitory. As I studied, I continued to train myself.

I learned something. Basically, it’s that I have powers that are stronger than others. The ability to have complete control over my own physical body and mind, as well as being good at controlling others.

For example, if I wanted this class to kill each other, it would only take a few seconds to accomplish that.

However, what does this mean?

To enter and take over the Hall of Congress and turn the Hall’s domineering and arrogant hordes of demons into humane human beings? How would this change the circumstances of my life? I can only disguise myself and maintain a superficial friendship with  Tian as I did this morning, repeating the same behavior every day.

I put my elbow to my cheek and stared blankly out the window.

The first grade girls are in volleyball class in the early summer sun.

The girl’s characteristic shrill screams could still be heard through the tightly closed glass window.

Every time the ball flew upward, it caused a commotion, and while I was admiring the really bad ball skills, I heard the sound of not-so-high heels hitting the plastic floor.

I expected to pass right by. Instead, the owner of the footsteps stopped right next to my desk. I had no choice but to turn my eyes back to the classroom.

“How’s that? Did you see any pretty girls?”

Ms. Shoko Tatebayashi, who teaches math, leaned forward slightly while her eyes stared straight into my face.

“It’s really hard to see from this distance.”

Shoko-sensei smiled when she heard my answer, then turned her eyes to the answer sheet on her desk.

There was a pause before he opened his mouth.

“Isn’t that too easy?”

The expression and tone of voice carried a bit of hurt feelings.

“Shouldn’t this be the extent of the usual quiz?”

Shoko-sensei lowered her eyelids and squinted her eyes while some murmurs emanated from the surrounding seats.

“How can we compete with Kamikari-san!”

Straighten your body, which is leaning forward, and use your fingers to brush back the hair that is hanging down to your cheeks.

Totally mature female moves.

I must be in my twenties, almost ten years older than me. As a matter of fact, because I usually treat people very generously, I don’t feel that much of an age difference.

The male students of Kasugaku Academy must have had a crush on her at one point. The white smock that was being held up from the inside by the E-cups was then almost on my cheek, confusing me a bit.

I simply didn’t know where to look under this weighty oppression.

Then Shoko-sensei reached out with her right hand and picked up the answer sheet on the table.

“But.”

As she moved, the scent of chemicals filled my nose.

“After you have answered the questions, please cover the answer sheet.”

When you’re done, cover the front of the answer sheet on your desk.

Immediately, a sigh came from behind. It must be  Tian. Shoko-sensei seemed to know about our hookup, so she specifically walked from the podium to my seat.

With a smile, she walked back to the podium.

“Five minutes left. Those who are done, please check again. Those who haven’t done it yet, move a little faster.”

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at  the field. A look of wanting to cry.

All I can do is shrug my shoulders.

Luckily, I finally left school alone avoiding the others.

After school, even though it was after three in the afternoon, the sun was still high in the west and the shadows trailed long down the road.

Usually, I go home through the shopping street in front of the station. Today, because I had something to do and didn’t want to meet up with my classmates, I took the Takasegawa River embankment next to the school and then went straight into the residential area.

It didn’t take long to see a large green area, a park with a sports field inside.

Walking along the trail and through the park to exit on the other side reduces the distance by quite a bit.

So I went over the railings at the park gates that blocked the entry of vehicles.

Upon entering the park, there was a large grassy area with broadleaf trees planted at equal intervals, stretching their branches out wide, creating very cool shade. Under the trees are several wooden seats with peeling paint, all facing the center of the park. Most of them are empty now, but when the sun sets in the west, couples will start fighting over the seats. According to  Tian, Kasagatake Academy has the highest utilization rate among students.

I rested my eyes on a seat. For there sat a schoolgirl.

Normally, I wouldn’t have noticed and passed right by.

Yet, I am unconsciously slowing down.

The girl wasn’t doing anything. Just a sense of dissonance. Just sitting there alone, not reading or moving a bit, just sitting there quietly.

I even thought of the foreign workers who returned to the office as late as possible. It was cruel to associate this young girl with them.

A feeling of weariness or abandonment surfaced throughout her body.

The girl, so like a statue, seemed to notice something and slowly raised her head.

Looking me in the face with very clear sanity. Our eyes met head on.

For a moment, there was no distance between the two of us.

Her dark brown pupils traveled through my optic nerves and made a big impact on my brain.

It’s the sense of having seen it before. It’s impossible. It’s an unreal memory.

(I know her.)

Her?

Who is it?

This is the first time we’ve met!

There’s no way I know this girl!

When I snapped out of my zero seconds of confusion, I calmly observed her five meters in front of me.

The deep rich camel-colored blouse and angelic tie should be the uniform of the Senboku Women’s Academy in the next town over. The clothes look a little old and should be second or third year like me.

There is a lot of substance within the very cute design of the uniform. The blue socks that are not too loose and not too tight are wrapped around the calves that seem to be a little too thin.

Straight nose, thin lips, plus a slightly pointed chin. Long eyes with double eyelids. Short dark hair hanging by the flab-free cheeks. Beautiful. That was the adjective that appeared in his mind.

The most incredible thing was that the girl’s eyes didn’t move away. It was my eyes that moved away first.

I was pretty confident about control on an emotional or mental level. Now, however, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

I’ve been having a conversation with her in my head since just now.

(I know you.)

(I know you.)

I didn’t use special powers. She doesn’t seem to be using special powers either.

Who am I talking to? Where did I hear this voice from? My own faltering made me a little angry.

I’m going to force her trail out of my sight, so I leave the scene. And naturally, the steps are quick.

I knew her eyes were tracking me, but I would never turn around.

Out of the park. It was only when I knew for sure that I would never be seen again at all that I finally regained my composure. But at the same time, there was a bit of remorse.

It’s the first time that feelings have been disorganized.

Who the hell is that girl?

Why can you mess with my emotions?

Normally, I forbid myself to read other people’s minds. This is because there are too many distractions in the human mind that can cause tainted leakage. However. As soon as I get the next chance, I will definitely use my special ability without any qualms.

It is important to prevent causes of memory disorganization from being eliminated as early as possible, even if they are a slight threat to your life. Because, up until now, I have always done so, and still intend to do so in the future.

After making up my mind, I was in a lighter mood. The events in the park were temporarily relegated to the high reaches of my memory, and I hurried home.

After passing through the residential area, ascend the ramp along the edge of the overgrown forest and you will soon be home.

Pass in front of the garage where the red Alfa Romeo is parked, open the front door and walk onto the patio.

Draw the evening paper from the mailbox, unlock the door, and enter the home.

Picked up the morning paper that had been dropped on the concrete and changed into his slippers.

When you enter the living room from the foyer, drop your book bag and newspaper on the wood-hewn floor.

Walked through the dining room into the kitchen and washed my hands and face. Took the buttermilk out of the refrigerator and poured it into a glass and went back into the living room.

Reaching for the newspaper, he sat down on the leather couch.

Place the glass on the glass tea  in front of the sofa and start by flipping through the morning paper.

 The incident with the supernaturals, as described by Tian, was given only a tiny amount of space in the national edition, and twice as much space in the local editions for a slightly more detailed report.

In terms of content, it is not a big story. Since the supernaturalist is still a minor, there is no information about him other than his age, and the incident itself only reported that the supernaturalist overturned a parked station wagon with his bare hands, but there is no record of how he was apprehended.

Could it be that she–?

It’s like collage, where small pieces of scattered information are put together to try to complete a more complete hypothesis.

Just at that moment the electric bell in the sitting room rang.

This home in the middle of the woods wouldn’t be visited even if it was advertised.

I stood up and walked towards the security department’s surveillance board.

A CCD camera set up above the foyer transmits the image to an LCD monitor.

I directly unlocked the door to the entrance hall. Although there was no vocalization, the other party should be able to understand what I meant.

I went back to the couch once again to watch the rest of the news coverage.

It didn’t take long for Igarashi Seiya to arrive in the living room with the sound of slippers.

“I knew you were back already.”

He seems to have come straight from school. Speaking in a tone that seemed to carry a bit of reproach, Sei, who was still holding her school bag in her hand, walked towards me. She didn’t sit on the couch, but on the cushion by my feet. There should still be some heat outside because the beads of sweat on the tip of her nose glowed brightly.

“You can have that one.”

I pointed with my chin to the buttermilk on the tea  that no one had drunk yet.

“Uh-“

The little saint reached out and took the glass as if it were a matter of course. After taking a sip, he licked his upper lip with his tongue, completely no different from a child.

“You do realize there’s a bowling tournament today, right?”

After the little saint put the glass back on the tea , he then asked.

“Not interested!”

A breathless reply.

“Mirror One, you don’t even go to these events, so it’s no wonder you’re not well liked. There are actually quite a few people who want to go out with you.”

“Normal group interaction? That’s even less interesting!”

The little saint sighed heavily.

“Why is your attitude completely different from when you were in school!”

“So it’s already special to you.”

“Huh… how…”

The red-faced Little Saint growled angrily.

“So you deliberately called me to your house after knowing that I was an incapable and often inactive club officer!”

“That’s what I was going to do-“

I looked at the still red-faced Saint and stood up from the couch.

“Get down there.”

For a split second, defiance flashed in the little saint’s brown eyes. But immediately answered in a hoarse voice: “Yes.”

“But–you go down first, and I’ll come afterward.”

“Going to the bathroom? Wash up!”

“Has–has–“

I left Saint alone in the sitting room while I left the sitting room and walked towards the foyer.

I turned behind the stairs going up to the second floor and down into the basement.

This room was originally a TV room built by my father, almost eight pings in size.

The floors are covered with thick cork tiles, while the walls and ceilings are lined with panels made of reflective and sound-absorbing materials at subtle angles.

The huge JBLs with blue front panels are used as the main speakers in the two corners, and in the center is a heavyweight plate rack weighing more than 10 kilograms. The power amplifier, a luxury item chosen by bass-heavy audio enthusiasts, is placed above the room, and is the most advanced item that doesn’t need to be updated at all. Movers will surely shed a tear if they take a look at this room.

I replaced the screen for the projector with a flat screen monitor. The tea  and sofa were also replaced. Because what I listen to in this room is not stately classical music, and what I watch here is not a movie production with Dolby surround effects.

I sat in a chair with an attached armrest and waited.

After about five minutes of this, Little Saint grabbed the railing of the stairs and walked down.

Though a bit hesitant, she walked towards me.

“Take it off!”

Brief voice.

Little Saint didn’t refuse. That’s the kind of girl she is. I’m the one who made her this way.

The top of the uniform had been removed upstairs. The red hair band was undone at the sound of the clothes rubbing together. Both hands went to the back of the waist, then the sound of a zipper being pulled down was heard and the skirt fell to the floor. One by one the buttons of the blouse were undone.

Although her whole body exhibited shame, Little Saint’s hand never stopped. Because she knew that dragging it out for too long would make me unhappy.

The feeling of a little girl’s immaturity was even more pronounced when only her underwear was left. Little Saint was already smaller, not to mention she had a baby face.

Opening the hooks of the bra, slightly breast-shaped breasts were exposed. Perhaps because of the engorgement, nipples the size of a pinky finger protruded pointedly from the not-so-plump breasts.

After a few seconds of struggling, the white bottoms were finally slowly removed downwards. A small handful of pubic hair could be seen.

Pubic hair is not thick. It’s just that, because of the immaturity of the whole body, that handful of pubic hair looks very mature, which makes people feel obscene.

After hiding her bottoms under her skirt, she stood straight facing me with her arms hanging at her sides. The shame she couldn’t hide caused her to turn her face to the side unnaturally.

I put my crossed feet on the floor and walked in front of Saint.

Though I made no sound to give the order, the little saint already knew what he had to do. With red eyes and sight downward, he began to undress my body.

Perhaps already in a state of arousal. Every time her thin body moved, a slight feminine odor could be smelled, a smell that stimulated my sense of smell.

As she knelt to remove the last piece of clothing from my body, Saint narrowed her eyes and looked up at me. Then she stretched her neck forward.

Like a bird pecking, she gently kissed the front of the low hanging downward male flab. After repeating this action several times, she finally opened her mouth and used her tongue to lick up and take the flab into her mouth.

My thing felt warm and moist. Little Saint flipped the still soft flesh with her tongue. After a while of the comforting sensation of being turned, my cock slowly began to fill with blood.

“Mirror, it’s gotten bigger!”

Little Saint moved her mouth away and said with a pleasant smile. It was like the innocent smile of a child who received his favorite toy, and seeing this kind of childish amusement in the midst of obscene behavior was particularly exciting to me.

“You’re getting better and better! You were really bad at first.”

“Hey–“

The young saint placed one hand on the root, while the other gently rubbed the hanging sac below, and his tongue licked at the veins on the column of one. The column was slick with saliva while the lips moved up and down horizontally. Sliding the grooves at the front and exploring the tiny hole at the very tip of the tongue.

Indescribable pleasure gradually spread up from the lower half of his body.

Sage’s head bobbed as her tongue moved into position, and I gently stroked her cheek with my hand. Transmitting the power to her.

Little Saint’s thin shoulders quaked gently.

Continue to move your fingertips from your cheeks to your chin and then along your neck to the back of your neck.

“Whoops…”

The little saint’s small hand holding her cock suddenly clenched hard while a gasp came from the gaping lips.

This kind of pleasure, which hits the perceptual nerves directly, is impossible to enjoy except in an act with me.

When I first started to know how to have sex, I used to turn girls into and invalid by overdoing it.

Since that incident, I have been accumulating experience and learning techniques to control my own and my partner’s feelings and bodies. Now, I can use this power to make my partner’s body feel pleasure without their knowledge.

Once you’ve experienced it once, you’ll never forget it, it’s a sexual thrill before your spirit almost breaks down.

I’ve captured quite a few girls.

Little Saint is just one of them.

“Your name is Mirror One?”

The first time Igarashi Sei talked to me was at the opening ceremony of the second year, the day I first arrived at Kasugaku Academy.

I was changing my shoes in front of the shoe cabinet alone after a boring and long day of extracurricular studies when the little saint said to me with a bright smile.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten. I’m Saint Igarashi, and we were in the same class in elementary school until you transferred.”

A girl who was less than my chest stood right in front of me.

Short messy black hair, big, round eyes, and an innocent smile.

These are the ones I still remember.

Because, it’s the only cozy memory from ten years ago.

“Little–Saint?”

“I’m so glad you remembered me!”

The smile on the little saint’s face spread even further.

“I knew you were Mirror One when I introduced myself.”

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking closely at the faces of my classmates.”

“It can’t be helped. Because you’ve only just transferred here.”

I left the classroom with Saint who had already changed his shoes.

“It’s been ten years! Mirror One, you’re getting more and more handsome.”

“Which is not true!”

Because I don’t know how much I should let her know about myself, I just have to make a polite conversation first.

“But you haven’t changed a bit.”

“What–“

The little saint looked as if he was very defiant and his whole face beamed.

“You mean I didn’t even grow up!”

“That’s not what I meant–“

In fact that’s what it meant, and seeing that I couldn’t pick it up, Saint laughed out loud.

“Just kidding!”

She was still as childish as she remembered.

At that time, I was still a brat who couldn’t restrain my emotions. Although it was clear that I couldn’t use my supernormal abilities in front of others, my superpowers would erupt when I was emotionally charged. Though it wasn’t very frequent, and it didn’t ever directly cause harm to people, in order to be spared and not labeled as a supernormal ability person.

Despite this, people around me still saw me as a weird kid.

Kids are actually very sensitive. And kids are less likely to hide it.

Every day after school, I hid alone in the woods to avoid the ears of others, and sat there in a daze, hugging my knees.

A home with my parents and servants in it could not be a refuge for me.

At that time, the person who extended a hand of friendship to me was Little Saint.

I don’t know what I would have done without her.

“When did you get back?”

I flexed my fingers to answer Little Saint’s question. One hand is enough.

“This area has changed quite a bit too!”

“When I got off the tram, I thought I had gotten off at the wrong station.”

“That’s when the elementary school started being remodeled, you probably didn’t know that, did you?”

Little Saint is actually very talkative. As if to tell me all the bits and pieces of the past ten years in one breath, from the changes in the streets, recent events, etc., almost anything that comes to mind, almost anything.

While the little saint was catching a breath, I invited her to sit at my house.

May I? Little Saint’s eyes were glowing.

When I saw her completely unguarded smile, my mind was made up.

I’m going to fill the generation gap of these ten years in a different way than Little Saint.

No need to belabor the point.

I want her.

I’m going to take the only remaining coziness on this street and claim it entirely for myself. In retrospect, the only chance for self-expression I’ve had to hide my true colors while continuing to live so far has been sex.

The sun shines through the lace curtains on the floor of my living room.

“Family intimacy?”

I wrapped my hands around the waist of the little saint who asked the question and gathered her in my arms before she had a chance to resist.

“Ah! What are you doing?”

She braced both hands on my chest in a position of trying to keep her distance.

“Don’t! I said don’t! What are you doing!”

By the look on Sheng’s face, it seemed as if she thought I was joking.

However, her expression changed in an instant. Her body became hard and straight, and the hand that was trying to push away instead tightened its grip on my shirt.

“Oooh…” the superpowers I exerted were like a spider’s web, tightly netting her mentally and physically. There was absolutely no chance of resistance.

“No… to…”

Little Saint didn’t realize that the shock spreading from her waist to her entire body was actually caused by me. Unable to resist the feeling of emptiness that was eroding her lower body, she kept rubbing my chest with her body.

I used my left hand to support Sheng’s body that couldn’t stand up straight because of her body’s desire, and used my right hand to hold her chin so that her head was tilted upwards.

I looked into her twinkling pupils and slowly leaned my face in.

“No… no… okay…”

My lips seal her open lips.

But, leave right away.

“My first love!”

Mumbles.

“I’ve always expected that if I ever saw you again, I’d hold you as tightly as this!”

It was a sweet lie, for I thought of her only as a friend and not as a lover.

Fingers sliding from chin to cheek, stroking gently. Whispering in the ear. Quietly opening the hooks on the skirt.

“Don’t–, stop–“

Once again, she sealed her lips around Saint’s mouth. Sucking hard, then sticking her tongue into her mouth. Separating her teeth with her tongue, she teased her mouth with the tip of her tongue as much as she could. From her reaction, it was clear that she had never experienced sexual stimulation before.

Unexperienced sensations made the little saint threatened. So it is still strongly resisted.

As the skirt slipped to the floor, it softened a bit, but immediately and firmly resisted again.

Stroke the fat-free waist with the palm of your hand through your shirt.

“Please stop – I hate you.”

When the lips parted, Saint pleaded in a hoarse voice.

“I want you to belong to me!”

Directly pinning her down on the couch. Quickly removing her shirt from the little saint who was weak in arms and legs.

“No – no – how can I -“

Sealing the ever panting lips with his lips, his hands went to his exposed lower body.

Soft pubic hair and a slightly bulging pussy. Then there was the divine hole full of hot nectar.

Fingers slid down the valley.

“Ahhhh-!”

Little Saint’s body shook slightly.

Perhaps as a result of my continued supernatural powers, her private parts had already flooded. The overflowing lewd water even wet the sofa.

Part the engorged labia to the left and right, exposing the jelly-like pink organ. Begin rubbing the inner part, which is shiny from wetness and looks like a flower petal. Put your finger into the center of the fountain and vibrate it while rotating it.

“HA–HA–“

Without realizing it, Little Saint’s hands were already around my neck. Without holding onto something, it’s impossible to resist the sensation of heat inside my body.

“Enough – it’s enough – it’s enough -“

After withdrawing his fingers from the vagina that had adhered to them, he moved his target to the nub that protruded from the foreskin and was exposed.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah!”

As soon as he touched the nub, Saint’s back immediately recoiled and the hand on his neck went even harder.

Already on the verge of reaching the first moment of pleasure ever experienced in this lifetime.

I, however, did not relax at all. Vibrating the erected cute pussy nucleus rapidly in the left and right directions while focusing my superpowers on the central nervous system, I put her in a state of staggering disorientation. The little saint kept gasping for breath.

The hand stopped.

Gently placing his upper body, which was originally suspended in mid-air, on the sofa, Little Saint’s body was in a state of complete relaxation.

I removed the lower half of my own clothing and then worked my waist into the root between my thighs.

It pushed against the depths of a slit that was already completely moist and swollen to its limits.

Gradually advancing through the warm, wet and soft tunnel, it reached the halfway point where a wall of flesh appeared in front of it.

The hazy-conscious Little Saint had no idea what my actions represented.

Break forward with a slightly spinning one-two.

“Ouch!”

Little Saint opened his eyes in pain.

“It hurts! Don’t!”

A sharp, sad whimper from deep in his throat.

When I felt the front crack, my thing entered Little Saint smoothly.

“Ouch! It hurts so much! No!”

So tight. Perhaps to resist the first invasion of a foreign object, the hot walls of flesh press against me from all sides. If it can’t stay hard, it might be pressed back.

Near the center of the penis, there’s a pitter-pattering sound. It’s like a cracked innocence crying out in sorrow.

There’s no time to worry about that. Keep going to the deepest part.

“Whoo!”

When the top reached the deepest point, Saint let out a moan.

There’s still a big section out there, but it can’t go any further, if it goes any deeper, the little saint won’t be able to stand it.

“It’s too much! I’ve told you to stop-“

In fact, it is possible to utilize your superpower to break your melon without feeling any pain. But I don’t use it on purpose.

Because, I want her to actually feel the tearing sensation of becoming a woman.

I want her to always remember the engraving I left.

And the real reason is that I want to see the look of pain on Little Saint’s face.

“You’re the worst-“

“I do love you!”

“Lies-all lies-to do such a cruel thing-“

“Not cruel at all. It wasn’t very comfortable just now. More can make you more comfortable.”

As she stuck out her tongue to lick up the tears that spilled from the corners of her eyes, I applied superpowers again from what was buried inside Little Saint.

Lips kissed the little saint’s dry lips while resuming the pumping motion that pierced the walls of flesh.

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

You can hear a sound like a cat drinking milk, with a wetness.

Cheeks appearing in a trance under my touch, the little saint concentrates on continuing to offer bongs.

On that day, Xiao Sheng entered the realm of oblivion, her womb was shot full of semen, and Xiao Sheng was my woman.

Because it was the first experience, there was no need for me to be verbose, and the little saint’s heart had already completely fallen to me.

Unable to resist because she allowed herself to be loved, she must still have that thought now. Although everything was set up by me, it’s also possible that Kamikari Kageichi was originally the first love of Kousai.

In fact, if I take some time and follow a certain process, Little Saint will still be mine. It’s just that this approach doesn’t fit the sexual imperative.

When I indicated which part was comfortable, Sage would turn her eyes upward while sticking out her tongue and licking toward that part as I instructed. To try to create some sound effects was also something I taught her. The stimulation of the ears by lustful sounds is also one of the important factors in intercourse.

Slide the hand that caresses your neck to the opening of your shoulder. The white skin, completely untouched by the sun, was a real treat to touch.

“What do you want to do for fun today?”

Hearing my question, Little Sage turned her eyes with hatred towards me.

“Be gentle–“

“You’re welcome!”

I let out a chuckle in a nasal voice and reach my left hand up to the ceiling. Pulling down the leather shackle that hangs down by iron refinement.

“Just as usual-“

Insert your joined hands into the yoke, then slowly roll the iron refining upwards.

Keep pulling until your toes can just touch the ground.

In a perfectly straight line from his wrists to his toes, his slender frame looked even thinner.

“Like this!”

When one has complete control over one’s feelings and physical body, ordinary sexual intercourse is no longer enough. So it is natural to want more exciting sexual behavior.

“Normal fucking won’t satisfy you anymore!”

I slid my fingertips gently over the completely unsheltered armpits.

“There is no such thing!”

As his body swung, the iron refinements hanging down from the ceiling made a sound of hitting each other.

With just a little bit of inattention, the weight of the whole body would be added to both wrists, and the tingling sensation would hit both shoulders directly. In order to prevent such a state from occurring, Xiao Sheng had to keep his body straight at all times, so that his toes could indeed be propped up on the floor. As his muscles remain tense, a thin layer of sweat begins to form on his skin, and all parts of his body become very sensitive.

“You lie! How about this?”

Insert your right hand between your legs. Stirring roughly by the fingertips in the hot as fire valley. The hand glistened with nectar.

“That-that’s because of what Mirror One just-“

After drying her damp fingers slightly on Saint’s cheeks, she slid them along the neck tendons toward her breasts.

In this position, the already not-so-full breasts are stretched, making them less visible.

Grab the enlarged, reddening nipple with your fingertips and pinch down hard.

“Whoo!”

“How’s my stuff?”

“That’s because–“

“You just took my thing and that’s why you got so wet down there, you’re such a slutty girl, admit it!”

“It’s not–“

Panicking and denying it was already too slow as well. With an adulterous smile at the corner of my face, I grabbed the back of Sheng’s left knee with my right hand and lifted it up with force.

“Awww…!”

The dangling down iron refinement swayed a lot, while Xiao Sheng tried desperately to keep his body balanced.

I squatted down a little and then aimed at the hole from the bottom up straight to the bottom.

“Oi… yo…”

The uterus was suddenly pushed upwards and Saint let out a short moan. Her right foot left the floor and hung in mid-air.

Perhaps because of the unsteady center of gravity, the folds of flesh kept contracting like spasms, locking tightly around the searing rod digging inward.

“It went in at once. Why?”

“Don’t laugh at me–ah–so tired–“

After two or three more gentle thrusts, he slowly stepped back and pulled his rod out.

“Huh! –“

Little Saint looked at me with surprised eyes. Some moistness in the eyes could be seen in the mesmerized look.

“Don’t you think that some punishment should be given to a dishonest child?”

I showed my rod that was wet with Little Saint’s lewdness and said it in a cold tone.

Based on his experience so far, Little Saint knew what kind of fate he was about to meet. Sage tried hard to keep his body balanced, but his expression was a bit lost in thought.

I walked towards the rack by the wall and selected a leather whip. A meter or so of soft leather wrapped around the heart of the whip.

The front end has a leather approximation of a quadrangular tongue, and the grip is made to look like a man’s lifeblood.

“I think we have gym class tomorrow!”

While moving the whip along the curve from armpit to waist.

“You must not like to be seen with a whip. Where do you want me to hit? I will follow your expectations.

Turn to the side of the little saint.

“Is it good here?”

Sliding the leather whip from her waistbone to her front, she tickled the pubic hair covered area.

“Please – not the front!”

Little Saint pleaded in a sobbing tone.

“So – here’s good!”

As he spoke, his wrist was hard enough to bring the leather whip down on Saint’s buttocks.

It made a dry sound when it hit the meat.

“!”

The basement was filled with unvoiced wails of grief.

Hanging in the air, the little saint bowed his body up.

(to be continued)