Case 31: Fantasy.
With a flick of magic, their surroundings would be blocked off.
With a light push, the oblivious Moeka would fall over. Grab her dainty wrists, tie them together, then seal her mouth so no sound could escape. Afterward... she could do whatever she wanted.
Everything was within Himeko's grasp. She just needed a little courage to act on it. Somewhere, it felt wrong, yet she did not know how else to extinguish this raging flame inside her.
''...''
Himeko had known that Moeka was permanently marked by her partner. Himeko had thought she had come to terms with it. But when reality presented to her the results in the most mundane yet brutal way, she was stumped. The first crush of her life... and she had already lost after barely realizing her feelings?
'...It's not fair.'
Why had she not been born in Fumiko's position? Getting to know Moeka since childhood, building a deep bond, and eventually claiming her. Everything she wished she had, Fumiko had them. But... if she could never have Moeka, then would it not be fine for her to... be a little reckless here?
With thousands of little dark thoughts swirling in her head, Himeko did not have the capacity to consider any sort of consequences. Her breathing quickened, pupils dilating like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey.
'What's wrong with me, I wonder...'
Even while doubting herself, Himeko encroached on Moeka's delicate back. Every bit of her muscle was tense to the point of trembling. Beyond this point, there was no coming back.
''...Miss Haruno?''
''...!''
Moeka, sensing nothing for a long time, braced the awkwardness and turned around. Only then did Himeko finally snap out of her craze. Looking back at her thoughts and actions, a nauseating feeling arose. She was utterly disgusted with herself—enough for the righteous magical girl to slap herself hard in the face.
''M-Miss Haruno?'' Moeka hurriedly scurried over, holding the girl's red, swollen cheek. Unfortunately, Himeko had slapped herself while still holding the pendant in her palm, resulting in a noticeable cut on her spotless skin, drawing blood.
Himeko, still flustered and full of guilt, hurriedly tried to calm the other person, ''It's nothing serious, senior. I was... zoning out a bit, yes. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night, heheh...''
''...''
Moeka stared at the girl for some time, both suspicious and worried. Himeko had been acting strange, and Moeka had a hunch that it was because of her, but she could not pinpoint exactly what it was. Nevertheless, treating the wound before it got worse was the priority.
Mindful of the surroundings, Moeka secretly summoned her mascot and cast a simple healing spell on Himeko. The wound quickly closed, and the swelling receded soon after.
''Take care of yourself, okay?'' Moeka pouted a little.
Himeko, the criminal, could only heed the senior's words submissively, ''Yes...''
In the end, they exited the jewelry after purchasing what they needed. Moeka successfully chose gifts for her girlfriend and mother, while Himeko brought the pink diamond pendant for Moeka.
''...Is it really okay for me to receive this?'' The Omega shyly perked up at Himeko, yet she could not hide her apparent infatuation with the heart-shaped pendant.
''Please wear it often!'' The junior cheerfully said, ''You look amazing with it!''
''Thanks.''
The mood had, somehow, returned to normal. And so, the date continued. The duo had lunch at one of the restaurants in the complex, and afterward wandered through the numerous clothing stores on the higher floors. It had been a while since Moeka shopped for new outfits, and Himeko also did not bring along much of her closet; both were eager to spend time on this occasion.
Yet, one of them clearly had a different objective going into this trip.
Himeko, being the socialite she was, had already adopted a style she liked. Plus, budget was not an issue for the noble girl, so she quickly stacked a few sets and marked the task as done. All the while, Moeka was still pondering a few skirts.
Himeko trotted over, ''Senior,'' She called, ''Can I choose something for you?''
Moeka, who was already confused, eagerly replied, ''Really? I'll leave it to you, then.''
Her logic was rather simple: Me, unfashionable. Himeko, fashionable. Me, no choose. Himeko, choose.
Usually, it was Yuzuki who helped with Moeka's outfits, but now, she was quite looking forward to Himeko's choices as well. Unfortunately... she had already fallen into the junior's trap.
For the next few hours, Moeka was made into a dressing doll for the hungry Himeko.
'Only I get to see senior in these clothes, heheheh...'
Despite the suspicious inner thought, Himeko actually recommended proper sets. Moeka, thanks to her girlish charms and borderline unreal proportions, could pull off countless styles commonly avoided. From bright, cutesy pink dresses to anime-like 'landmine' fashion—everything suited Moeka to a tee.
''...''
So much so that Himeko actually felt jealous of her senior for once. Yet, beyond any of it, she only adored the Omega more and more.
Moeka herself, however, could not call herself enthusiastic at the moment. Trying on new clothes was exciting, but showing herself to Himeko's scrutinizing eyes was a little embarrassing. Furthermore...
'Isn't the fabric thinning over time...?'
It started with wholesome long dresses. Then, knee-length skirts became the replacements. Shoulders were gradually lowered, the cuts near her chest became deeper, more daring...
Moeka stared down at the piece of white dress in her arms. She briefly tried it on... and was horrified at the sight of herself in the mirror. While the fabric itself extended toward her feet, there were two conspicuous cuts on either side, practically exposing her legs whole. Above, the thin shield of silk did not provide an ounce of security, thanks to the complete lack of cover on her back.
'What the hell is this supposed to be...?'
A banquet dress? No, she would not dare imagine exposing the sides of her chest to everyone, not to mention her bare back. Still, Moeka had to admit... she looked good in it.
'If I wear this in front of Miko... she'll probably tear me apart.'
Thinking about that scenario made Moeka's heart beat faster. However, putting the excitement aside, she now had to worry about the intentions of that sneaky junior, who purposely made her wear this... lack of clothes.
'...Do I show her this?'
Moeka felt as if she was being taken advantage of. But... well, it was not as though Himeko would pounce on her when she walked out of the changing room or anything. Her junior was not such a horny idiot, Moeka thought.
So, she proudly pried the curtain and stepped out, ''H-How do I look...?''
Moeka struggled to meet eyes with Himeko, who had her jaw on the floor at the Omega's allure. Although the horny little Alpha indeed picked this dress, she did not expect Moeka to actually try it on!
The level of exposure was simply illegal. With her hawk eyes, Himeko could actually peek at Moeka's underwear with ease! Worse yet, as the pink woman fidgeted with her fingers, she unknowingly squeezed the destructive assets of hers together, nearly smashing two balloons against one another—a disgustingly raw and lewd visual. Even more criminal was the flimsy silk closely hugging Moeka's curvy figure, swaying enticingly with each wiggle.
Something snapped inside Himeko's head. This level of seducing... not even a saint could resist it.
''Miss Haruno...?''
Himeko briskly walked toward Moeka, soon grabbed her hand, and led her into the changing room. Wasting no time, the Alpha pushed the flustered Omega against the mirror, cornering her, ''...Senior, I'm going crazy.''
''What—huh? Why are your pheromones acting up again—''
Before she could finish her sentence, Moeka's lips were sealed.