Editing Shinmai Maou no Keiyakusha:Volume 9 Prologue (section)

===Part 4===

The approach that Nanao wanted to try was the complete opposite of what Basara thought of. In short — a replication of that Christmas Eve. Nanao’s guess was something along the lines of — as her body was stuck in a female form ever since Christmas Eve, that experience must’ve given her a shock, causing her to stay in this form. As such, if she experienced the same shock again, it would be able to get her to change genders once more.

Even if that failed, Basara’s moves on her now might also be able to lessen how vivid that memory was. For Nanao presently, that Christmas Eve was deeply engraved on her. If one reduced that, it could possibly calm her condition down so that she could revert back — that kind of idea.

…But still.

No matter how vivid something was, if it happened again, even if for a little, it could increase her resistance to the vividness of that memory. As such, if they were going to do the same thing to weaken its vividness, then it was important to do it more intensely than the first time. But, if it created a new vivid memory for Nanao, would it instead fix her body as that of a girl? In that case, there was no need for something more intense, all that was needed was something of the same kind to calm her spirit, or so he felt. However, in order to build up resistance, it was necessary to perform the same act over and over. In that case, he decided to try the first idea first, and then adjust if it didn’t work.

…Though it would be good if there’s some other way.

They thought of ways to make Nanao’s masculinity stronger, but they couldn’t think of anything that would fit with the level of femininity she experienced until this point. Moreover, if he got stuck in a male form next, that would cause problems too. More than anything, this was Nanao’s personal problem. It was Basara’s role to lend a hand in what Nanao wanted to try. With that in mind…

“…Umm…so shall we begin?”

Basara asked with apparent reluctance.

“Y-Yeah…please.”

Nanao, who was already flushed red had changed into a girl’s sailor-style uniform. Moreover, she had also changed her panties to that of a girl’s. This approach was meant to be an intense experience. In the end, there was no meaning to go about it in the same way as that evening.

…Besides.

There was a possibility of her building up a resistance to it as the experience intensified. Considering that, Basara let out a deep sigh as he prepared himself mentally.

“—”

He was about to treat Nanao like Mio and the others when the Master-Servant curse activated on them — he would enforce his absolute dominance over Nanao, forcing her into submission. Hence—

“—Nanao.”

So that she could understand the nature of their relationship, he chose a purposely cold tone. With her name being called by Basara like that, Nanao jolted but still replied with a “yes”.

“First, lift your skirt up with your hand…and show me how you’ve become a woman.”

After Basara said that

“……Yes.”

Nanao answered that with a nod, embarrassed. And then — with Basara’s instruction, she began to use her left hand to lift her skirt up slowly. With that, her cute red-checkered panties became visible.

“…I-Is this good?”

She asked bravely, as her cheeks flushed bright red. Hence — Basara said

“Yeah…so continue for me.”

“C-Continue…? But I can’t lift it up more than this.”

Replying to her confusion, Basara said

“Did I not say? Show me how you’ve become a woman.”

Basara elaborated on the meaning of his original words.

“T-That’s…”

Astonished, Nanao took a few steps back. Seeing Nanao’s condition and expression, Basara had a moment in which he felt unsure of whether he wanted to continue at this pace.

— We can stop here.

And, if he told Nanao of his aim, she would certainly be assured. But, he wouldn’t be able to use the same method again. Even if he changed things up with the same method, Nanao would still feel assured somewhere inside her. So—

…There’s no meaning to having started this at all.

That was why he continued. Basara breathed out an intentional sigh.

“What are you saying…didn’t you say you that wanted me to do this to you?”

Saying that, Basara closed his distance with Nanao. She took a few steps back in response.

“But, this kind of method…”

Nanao spoke with a trembling voice, concerned by the fact that she could not retreat any further back, and right by her face, Basara placed his hand on the white wall.

“—So should we stop?”

He asked Nanao with a piercing voice.

“…”

Nanao wordlessly hung her head down, and for a short while, she remained like that in silence. Then, not long after…

“—”

As if she had resolved herself, she slowly inserted her hands underneath her skirt. As she inserted both hands into her skirt, she thought of one thing.

…I have do what Toujou-kun asked of me.

As Basara said, she was the one who asked him to help her with this. If she stepped back now just because she felt embarrassed, it would be a contradiction of her own request. This was also something that Basara had decided to do for her sake, so there was no way she could reject Basara’s generosity. Hence, Nanao brought her hand up to her hips, and used both hands to grasp the panties she wore – she pulled at the rubber waistband with the thumbs of both her hands.

“…”

Like that, she pulled it down with her hands, and that private region underneath her skirt was laid bare.

…Mmm, the air is…

With the cold air of the student council room wisping against that spot, she grew even more bashful. But

…I need to feel even more embarrassed than this…

Saying that to herself, Nanao dropped her hands. She then bent down as far as she could while still standing — she slipped her panties down her skirt line so that they sat around her thighs. However, wouldn’t end there. After all, Basara told her to show him she had become a woman. Hence — Tachibana Nanao lifted her skirt up with her thumb and index finger, ever so slowly.

“See, Toujou-kun…my body is that of a woman…”

The moment she said that, she looked up to meet Basara’s gaze. Basara’s hands then suddenly, and roughly groped her breasts.

“Eh—?”

Ignoring how Nanao was dumbfounded by his sudden movement, he pulled down the zipper at the front of the sailor uniform. With that, he removed the front hook of her bra and exposed her breasts. However, his target was not her breasts. Basara traced his hand along Nanao’s exposed collarbone to slip her shirt off. Having done that, the sailor uniform simply hung from her shoulders, and her white nape was presented to him with nothing covering it. Could it be — as she thought that, Basara moved his lips to her nape.

“Ah, Toujou-ku— aaaaaaaaaaaaah ♥”

Though she was about to call his name, it turned into a sweet sound as her throat arched back.

Basara intensely sucked on her nape. With that, Nanao felt a sweet sensation that was incomparable to that of Christmas Eve. But he did not just suck on her nape, he pushed towards her crotch, and even fondled her nipples lewdly. And then — just as she realised that pleasure, she had already reached an intense climax.

“No…fuahh ♥ aaaah….haaaah ♥”

With the waves of pleasure from the depth of her body, she wrapped her arms around Basara’s back and gripped tightly as her body shook. Due to that pleasure—

…Amazing…I…am like Kajiura-senpai at that time…

On that Christmas Eve when Basara sucked on Nanao’s neck, Rikka also had her breasts fondled by Basara. Although the fact that Nanao was a half-vampire had been wiped from everyone else’s memory beside her own and Basara’s, Rikka had climaxed from Basara’s hands more than enough. The always cool-headed vice-president was unbelievably spicy then, and was even more beautiful than usual. Right now, she was experiencing the same thing as Rikka did then. As that thought crossed her mind, Nanao drowned herself in the sensuality of the moment.

…Eh…

From behind Basara’s shoulder, Nanao saw something she could not believe. Unknowingly, the door to the student council room had been opened, and a single girl stood there.

“….”

With her very own eyes, she glimpsed at a scene of disbelief.  It was precisely the person that Nanao had been thinking of, her senior by one year — Kajiura Rikka. Obviously, Basara was oblivious to this since his back was to the door, but Nanao herself thought of nothing as she was assaulted by Basara and she too, did not notice the door opening. There should’ve been a sound, but it was probably masked under the sounds of Nanao’s pleasure.

“—”

Rikka saw them — at that moment, Nanao acted out of reflex. The eyes of a half-vampire gleamed. However, due to the climax that Basara gave her, she was unable to do it well.

“Ah—”

It was stronger than Tachibana Nanao intended, and Rikka fell to the ground when it affected her.