Multiverse Academy with a Naughty System

When Basara looked at Moka, who was holding up both parts of his white shirt and exposing himself to him like that, he got a little nervous. Moka closed her eyes, waiting for his touch. When it didn't happen, she opened one of her eyes and asked:

"What is it, Basara-kun? Don't you want to touch me today?"

"This time, I don't want to touch your breasts, Moka-san."

"Huh?"

"I want to touch your ass." He said, looking a little to the side with his index finger on his cheek.

"M-my-my ass?!" Moka looked at him with wide eyes, surprised by his answer. Her satisfied expression turned to astonishment. She looked away, as if pondering the proposal. "Why my ass this time?"

Basara kept a serious expression to make it clear that he wasn't joking or making fun of her. "Because I think it'll be more fun."

She looked around with lost eyes, unsure where to focus. They moved from one point to another, never stopping in one place. After a moment's hesitation, she finally nodded.

"All right, as long as you do it over the skirt."

Moka was about to turn her back to him, but before she could do so, Basara grabbed one of her wrists and pulled. She let out a low scream and collided head-on with him, staying as they were before. He held her by the waist and slid his hands gently down, feeling the curves on the side of her body.

Moka shivered a little at his touch, eager for the contact. When he finally touched her ass, Moka closed her eyes for a moment, as if enjoying the sensation. Then Basara took courage and held her more firmly. Her ass was incredibly firm and round, so his fingers barely sank into it, but it was still relaxing and exciting to squeeze it, especially as Moka's breathing became more and more labored.

[+39 Naughty Points.]

"That's good, isn't it?" he murmured in her ear, teasing her.

Moka nodded next to his left shoulder, her face so red it looked like a tomato.

Basara's hands explored with more confidence. Even though it wasn't agreed upon, he let his fingers go a little lower, groping the entire curve of her ass. She let out a moan as she felt his fingers directly touching her skin, rather than just her skirt.

"Uh..."

Her reaction — that slight, almost inaudible moan — triggered something in him. Moved by proximity, or perhaps desire, he took one of his hands off her ass and turned her chin towards him. Looking into her eyes, he saw Moka staring at his mouth, and he knew that she wanted it too. He drifted his face closer until his lips brushed the corner of her mouth, like a silent tease.

Moka closed her eyes, waiting for it, and Basara didn't hesitate. The first touch of the kiss was messy, irregular in the literal sense of the word, because Moka's mouth was slightly open. This was her first kiss. When they broke apart a few seconds later, the blush on her face was more evident than ever. She looked away, trying to hide the smile she couldn't control.

[+50 Naughty Points.]

"B-Basara-kun, you're... being a bit too bold."

Carried away by the emotion of the moment, Basara didn't notice that one of his hands was about to enter her panties.

"All right..." He pulled back a little. "I think we'd better stop, don't you?"

Confused, Moka looked at him. "But I didn't ask you to stop..."

"I know. But it's better if we don't stay out of the room for too long. People might suspect what we're doing."

She tilted her head to the side and walked away. "You're right. So you'll leave first?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll get back to the room before anyone notices we're gone. If anyone asks why we left together, I'll tell them I took you to the infirmary because you weren't feeling very well. That'll give you some time to get ready," he said, then looked down at her open shirt.

Moka turned sideways, covering herself. "O-okay, go ahead. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Just like that, Basara came out of the broom closet. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing heart in his chest.

'If she had said nothing at that moment, I would have gone further. Lucky she stopped me,' he thought, putting his hand on his heart. 'And I think I'm beginning to understand how this points system works... Moka-san is helping me and doesn't even know it, but this mutually beneficial relationship we have isn't so bad.'

So he walked to his classroom, which was near to where they were, and entered the room, pretending that everything was normal.

The teacher was still slumped at his desk, letting out a light snore. The class, apparently used to these moments, chatted, exchange notes and relax. Basara went straight to his seat, sitting down while trying to look nonchalant. But he soon noticed two pairs of eyes watching him.

One of them was Onna, who was next to him and seemed full of questions. She leaned towards him, lowering her voice so as not to wake the teacher.

"Basara-kun, where's Moka-chan? You went out together and... well, only you have come back so far."

"Ah, she wasn't feeling well. I took her to the infirmary, but she should be back soon."

Onna nodded, but looked a little suspicious, and her frowning eyebrows put Basara on alert. He wondered what she really thought about the situation, but there wasn't much he could do apart from keep a casual expression. Onna shrugged and went back to chatting with her colleagues, and he let out a discreet sigh.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Moka walked in. Basara couldn't avoid looking at her, and their gazes met briefly. A slight blush colored her cheeks. She walked to her seat in the center of the room. In a matter of seconds, the other girls approached her. Kaede, a girl with blonde hair, was the first to approach.

"Moka-chan, are you all right? Basara-kun told Onna that you went to the infirmary. You seemed fine before... did something happen?"

"Oh, I'm better now. It was a weakness because I didn't eat anything before coming to school."

Kaede gave an understanding "ah" and nodded. "That always happens to me, too! I have extra snacks. Do you want one?"

Moka raised her right hand in refusal. "Thanks, Kaede-san, but you don't have to. I... already feel much better. In fact, I've already eaten."

At that moment, Basara blushed and looked away.

The bell for the next class soon rang through the school corridors. The teacher stood up slowly, mumbling something incomprehensible. He looked like someone who had forgotten where he was, and as he stretched, he looked like a zombie who had just come back to life.

"That was a great class... If you can call it a class." He moved away from the table, dragging his feet, almost tripping as he left the room.

The students laughed quietly.

"Well, everyone, see you next week in our..." He left the room before finishing what he was about to say.

It was clear that no one took him seriously.

The students took advantage of the transition minutes, turning the room into a mess. After a few minutes of commotion, the classroom door opened again, revealing a young man with black hair and white gloves.

"Good morning, class! Your favorite teacher has arrived!" He exclaimed, already walking towards the desk. "I understand there are some new students here, so for those of you who don't know me, my name is Glenn Radars. As you know, I usually teach Introduction to Advanced Magic, but today I'm here for our Magic Summoning and Family Relations class! You brought your books, right? Because we're going to need them today."

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