However, Yuuya couldn't just casually banish Index's magical Collar right now. If he removed it prematurely, the "evidence" of the Church's cruelty would be gone, and to Kanzaki and Stiyl, he would simply remain the villain who kidnapped their Grimoire repository. He needed them to witness the truth of the church's deception first.
"I know that Magicians and Espers are very different. Magicians are a group of people who act entirely based on persistence and personal desire. You could even call them a group of absolute fanatics," Index said, blinking as she nibbled on her thumbnail.
"A Magical Name represents their deepest wishes and their core reason for using magic. It is something that must never be forgotten. It binds the Magician's mind and keeps them anchored on their chosen path."
"What happens if they deviate from that path?" Yuuya asked, pressing a button on the remote control to change the TV channel.
"Forgetting or abandoning one's Magical Name means discarding one's own desires and straying from the path of magic. When that happens, the Magician can no longer see their future. A Magician who cannot see the future is a terrifying thing. They will inevitably fall into depravity, using evil magic. At that point, they have lost their humanity. They will frantically pursue raw power to find their way again, but the final result is always self-destruction."
Index seemed to recall a specific piece of lore and said seriously, "There was such a Magician in the last century. He reformed traditional magic into the modern Western magic system we use today, but he was also a depraved and terrible evil Magician. His Magical Name was the Evil Beast of the Bible."
"Well, I don't know much about magic anyway; I'm just listening to it as a fascinating story," Yuuya smiled slightly.
'That's Aleister,' Yuuya thought. 'The Great Beast 666, whose name signifies the one who will bring an end to the gods.'
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Night fell quickly outside the apartment window.
"Wash, wash, scrub-a-dub, brush and take a bath..."
Index hummed a cheerful bath song from inside the washroom, which made Yuuya raise an eyebrow as he glanced at the frosted glass door. He had a sneaking suspicion that Index was inadvertently tempting him to commit a crime.
A short while later, Index stepped out wearing an oversized bathrobe he had lent her, vigorously rubbing her silver hair with a towel.
"This is the only way to do it fast," Yuuya said, pulling out a cordless hair dryer.
"It can blow hot air without using a single spell?! Science is amazing!" Index exclaimed in surprise. She stared at the hair dryer with intense curiosity, like a kitten seeing itself in a mirror for the very first time.
"Come sit down. I'll blow-dry your hair. You're actually the first girl to receive this VIP treatment from me," Yuuya said, gesturing for her to sit on the floor in front of him. He gently began drying her long, silver hair.
"Does Yuuya rarely talk to girls? Is he getting all nervous and going through puberty just because he's alone in a room with me?" Index pouted playfully, a hint of a sly smile dancing in her green eyes.
"I'm not exactly interested in children whose bodies haven't even developed yet," Yuuya stated dryly, pursing his lips.
"I'm already fourteen years old! I'm totally going through puberty! How dare you underestimate me?!" Index puffed out her cheeks indignantly, several imaginary pop-marks of anger appearing on her forehead. "I'm a proper maiden, for goodness' sake, and you actually have the nerve to say you aren't interested in me!"
She abruptly turned around, fully prepared to bite his arm in retaliation. But then she remembered how her jaw ached when she tried biting his skin outside the hospital. She immediately stopped, opting to cross her arms and sulk indignantly instead.
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"Alright, alright, don't be angry. You can have my bed tonight. I'll just sleep on the floor," Yuuya sighed.
He looked at Index, who was tightly huddled under his blankets, her face puffed up with a wary expression. He shrugged.
"You absolutely mustn't sneak up here in the middle of the night! I'm a very deep sleeper and won't notice anything... but if you try something weird, I'll bite you!" Index threatened, baring her white teeth like an aggressive little hedgehog.
"Hey, why do I get the feeling you're actually hinting at something?" Yuuya stroked his chin, looking at the blanket-covered nun with amusement.
"Ah! You idiot!" Index huffed unhappily. She turned her back to Yuuya and curled up into a tight ball under the covers.
"Are you really that self-conscious about whether you've developed or not?" Yuuya muttered under his breath.
He turned off the lights, and soon the room was filled with the sound of Index's even, peaceful breathing.
Yuuya sat up from his makeshift bed on the floor. He stroked his chin and looked at the sleeping nun.
"Sleeping on the floor? Yeah, right. As if I'd do that all night."
He grinned mischievously. In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished entirely from the room, reappearing several kilometers away in a completely different apartment building in District 7. It was only 11:00 PM, and the lights in this room were still on.
The apartment was furnished in an incredibly spartan manner. There were no tatami mats—only a simple sofa, a refrigerator, a coffee table, and a few bare everyday items. There were absolutely no cute decorations or personal touches. It didn't look like a teenage girl's room at all.
However, it was indeed a girl's room. It was the private dormitory of Suzushina Yuriko, the strongest Esper in Academy City.
"Ha!"
Yuriko, who was leaning back heavily on the sofa with one arm resting behind her head, scrolling lazily through her smartphone, widened her crimson eyes slightly. She then clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"What the hell are you doing breaking into my dorm so late? Do you have some kind of important dark-side mission?"
Ever since the incident where he intervened, no more scoundrels or ambitious researchers had come looking to challenge her. Everything had gone exactly as she wished, allowing her to live a relatively quiet, peaceful life.
Such a life would still be considered hell for others—living completely alone, with almost no contact with anyone—and would drive an ordinary person crazy. But for her, it was the absolute best period of her life so far. And she secretly knew it was all because of the boy currently standing in her living room.
"...Do I only ever contact you when there's a mission? You really hurt my feelings, Yuriko. I'm your best friend, aren't I?"
Yuuya gave a wicked smile. He snapped his fingers, and the overhead lights instantly went out, explicitly manipulated by his own vector control.
"It's getting late. You should go to sleep, otherwise it's bad for your skin."
Yuriko's pupils suddenly contracted in the dark. Was that... a vector?
"Vectors?! You've somehow gained the ability to manipulate vectors?!"
This guy was shrouded in absolute mystery. Just when she thought she had mapped out the limits of his Multi-Skill, he revealed entirely new, impossible abilities. So far, she estimated that he had displayed no fewer than five distinct high-level Esper powers.
"Vector Manipulation. That's right. I just acquired it today. Level 5," Yuuya smirked.
"What kind of monster are you...?" Yuriko muttered in disbelief.
"It's not nice to talk about your friends like that. Come on, let's become adults tonight."
"Hah. You bastard, you've finally shown your true fangs," Yuriko scoffed, her crimson eyes flashing dangerously in the dark.
"Are you scared?" Yuuya challenged softly.
"You think I'm scared of you? Countless research institutes have inserted tubes and needles into my body my entire life. You think you can intimidate me?"
"That's good~"
Yuriko's breath hitched as Yuuya closed the distance in the dark, his hand sliding possessively around her waist. The vector control made the air itself bend to his will—her body suddenly felt lighter, then heavier, pinned gently but inescapably against the sofa cushions as he loomed over her.
"You talk big for someone who's been waiting for this," he murmured, voice low and teasing. His fingers traced the hem of her loose tank top, pushing it upward with deliberate slowness. Pale skin glowed in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. Yuriko glared up at him, cheeks burning, but her thighs pressed together instinctively.
"Shut up and do it already if you're so eager, you damn monster," she growled, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him down into a fierce kiss.
Their mouths crashed together—hot, messy, demanding. Yuuya's tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her defiance as his hand cupped one of her full breasts, thumb brushing over the stiffening nipple. Yuriko arched with a sharp gasp, electricity crackling faintly across her skin from the contact. He chuckled against her mouth and used his vectors to strip her top off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.
"Fuck... you're soaked already," he said, sliding two fingers under the waistband of her shorts and between her legs. Her pussy was slick and burning hot, clit throbbing under his touch. He circled it slowly, then pressed two fingers deep inside her without warning. Yuriko moaned loudly, hips bucking, her crimson eyes glazing over.
"Haah—! Bastard... don't tease—" She reached down and palmed the massive bulge in his pants, squeezing hard. Yuuya groaned, grinding into her hand as he finger-fucked her faster, curling his digits against that sensitive spot inside her until her walls clenched and fluttered.
In seconds he had her shorts and panties ripped down her legs. He stood just long enough to shove his own pants off, his thick, veined cock springing free—hard and heavy, already leaking precum. Yuriko's eyes widened for a split second before she was lifted again by invisible vectors, legs spread wide as he positioned himself at her dripping entrance.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Their eyes locked as he thrust in hard, burying half his length in one stroke. Yuriko cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, her tight cunt stretching around his girth. "So fucking big—! Slow down, you—ahh!"
Yuuya didn't slow down. He gripped her hips and drove deeper, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin. The sofa creaked violently as he fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, each thrust making her breasts bounce. Vectors amplified the sensations—pressing against her clit, teasing her nipples, holding her legs wider so he could pound her without mercy.
Yuriko's head fell back, mouth open in a constant stream of moans and curses. "Shit—Yuuya—harder! Don't you dare hold back!"
He grinned wickedly and flipped her over, bending her over the arm of the sofa. One hand fisted in her hair as he slammed back inside her from behind, the new angle hitting even deeper. The wet squelching sounds of her pussy filled the sparse room, mixed with the slap of his balls against her clit.
"You're mine tonight, Yuriko," he growled, reaching around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. Her walls clamped down like a vice as she came hard, screaming his name, juices gushing down her thighs. Yuuya kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release until he buried himself to the hilt and pumped her full of thick, hot cum, groaning against her neck.
They stayed locked together, panting. But Yuuya wasn't done. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip from her abused hole, then spun her around and pushed her to her knees.
"Clean me up. Then I'm taking you to the bed... we're not sleeping tonight."
Yuriko licked her lips, eyes gleaming with lust and challenge as she leaned forward and took his still-hard cock into her mouth.
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Meanwhile. Sakugawa Middle School Student Dormitory.
Saten Ruiko tossed and turned in her bed, completely unable to fall asleep. She clutched her pillow tightly against her chest, her cheeks flushed a deep, burning red in the dark.
"My ability... what should I do? I can't sleep at all! Although Aero Hand is just a negligible Level 2 power to others, I'm finally a real Esper! And a Level 2 right out of the gate!"
The scene from the cafe kept replaying vividly in her mind. She covered her face with her hands, letting out a muffled squeak into her pillow.
"Seriously, it's so embarrassing, Ruiko! To activate it... I actually had to kiss Senpai..."
"Senpai made my lifelong dream come true and made me an Esper. I really don't know how to adequately thank him."
She had originally gone to the cafe just to thank her Senpai for saving her life from assassins back then, but she never expected that she would end up owing him something even more priceless.
"I don't even know what Senpai likes... so what kind of gift should I choose for him?"
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