The Kiss Quest

This quest was to receive a kiss from Han Somi.

The best way to get a kiss from her without leaning on a single item was to use Tambourine. Tambourine was Han Somi's mascot, and Somi trusted her completely. Tambourine was also, however, my personal cock-sleeve.

I summoned her. I'd given her a smartphone, so I could call her whenever I felt like it.

"I'm here, taemp!"

The moment Tambourine arrived at the Guidance Office, she shifted into her human form. Naturally, she was completely naked. So was I. Being naked was simply more comfortable in the Guidance Office. She came to me, and I scooped her up like a toy and settled her gently onto my thick cock. Her pussy squeezed down around my shaft.

"Hnnnngh! This is the feeling, taemp!"

I played with her nipples as I spoke.

"Tambourine. I'm going to need you to put in some work."

"Just say the word. I'll help you, taemp!"

I whispered my plan into her ear. The rapturous ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠expression she'd worn while taking my cock darkened a little, and her pussy loosened slightly. Her cunt responded to her emotions.

"Tricking Somi feels kinda wrong, taemp."

"This is all for Somi's own good. Besides, you've already lied to her plenty of times."

"But still, taemp... nngh!"

I cut off her wandering thoughts by lightly choking her throat and thrusting up into her. Tambourine's pussy was so tight and short that even a slight upward thrust was enough to batter her cervix. Her face went slack into that signature dumb look of hers.

"Got it, taemp! I'll cooperate, taemp!"

"If this goes well, I'll fuck you all day long."

"You mean it, taemp!?"

"Have you ever seen me lie?"

Lately, other business had kept me from fucking her much, and Tambourine seemed pretty starved for it. I thrust up into her a few more times, then let her go. I was in the mood for a bukkake — it'd been a while.

I blasted my cum across Tambourine's face like a water gun. A volume of semen that three porn actors would struggle to produce together plastered her from head to toe. The sight of it was downright criminal. I snapped a few photos of her coated in milky white, then got dressed.

"I'm going on patrol."

I picked up the paddle leaning against the corner of the desk and left the Guidance Office. My destination was the boys' classes. I'd crammed every male student at Jinglebell Middle School into a handful of classrooms, which made them extremely easy to manage.

The sliding door rattled open. The boys' class was in the middle of a lesson. The old teacher conducting class snapped a razor-sharp salute and barked.

"Loyalty! Class attendance report! Total sixty, four excluded, present fifty-six. Exclusion: Human Sandbags. Nothing unusual during class!"

I swept the students with a hawk's eye. Every last one of them was studying diligently. At the back of the classroom, four shirtless students stood spaced at even intervals. Their hair was dyed yellow, and they even had piercings in their ears. A boxing glove sat beside each of them.

These were the Human Sandbags, stationed for the students' welfare. The morons who produced no results no matter how hard you made them study were forced into sandbag duty. It relieved the honor students' stress and gave the delinquents a chance at rehabilitation — two birds with one stone.

I smacked one sandbag student's ass with the paddle. Naturally, I kept the power in check.

Thwack!

The student kept his mouth clamped shut and didn't scream. Even with the power held back, it must have hurt considerably. Opening your mouth during sandbag duty extended the term of service, and that little fact seemed to have granted this particular sandbag a transcendent level of endurance. Surely that patience would serve him well someday.

"Sandbag durability isn't bad."

"The students give them excellent reviews."

I made a circuit of the class as if inspecting the ranks, checking for deficiencies. The most important thing, of course, was the students' grades.

"How are the grades?"

"All satisfactory. Everyone scored eighty or above on the last pop quiz."

"Good. Continue the lesson, then!"

"Loyalty! Resuming class!"

I made the rounds of every class that way. Beating on the sandbag students melted my stress away all by itself. The kingdom I'd built was truly ideal.

Next period was PE. I hurriedly prepped for class and headed to the gymnasium. Students in bloomers were waiting for me. If this wasn't heaven, then where was?

"A monster appeared, taemp! Move out, taemp!"

"Ugh! Class again...? If I skip this time I'll have to do bitch duty again..."

"People might get badly hurt, taemp!"

"Fine...! Let's go, Tambourine!"

"You go first, taemp! It's toward Jinglebell Library, taemp!"

The moment Somi took off toward the monster, Tambourine pulled out her smartphone and called Geum Taeyang.

The call ended, and Tambourine headed for the library as well.

Jinglebell Library sat on the northern outskirts of the city, on the way up toward the mountains. True to a library's proper place in the world, it was a quiet, sparsely populated spot, with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a small mountain rising behind the building.

"Bookerker! I, Julius Caesar, hate books! I'll snip every last book in this library to pieces!"

The monster that had appeared this time was a giant pair of scissors. Eyes, hands, and feet were stuck onto an oversized pair of shears — a half-assed design in the same league as Mr. Melon. Somi arrived at the library and transformed with her Muse Watch.

She tilted a V-sign of her left fingers against her left eye and planted her right hand on her hip. A transformation pose was a basic virtue of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any magical girl.

The scissor monster spotted the transformed Somi and came pounding toward her, blades snapping open and shut with a sharp, metallic clatter.

"Muse White! Witch who attacked our kind! Today I'll snip-snip every last stitch of clothing off you!"

"Heh! Never thought I'd live to be threatened by a school supply. I'll send you back to your friends! Here I come!"

Somi bent her knees and dropped her body extremely low. One hand braced against the ground, she launched herself like a sprinter exploding out of a crouch start, her body shooting forward like the wind.

Somi's fist, wreathed in light, split the air with a sharp crack that hinted at the force packed into it. The scissor monster recoiled in alarm. Her attack grazed it by a hair.

"Tch! You monster types are only ever fast when you're running away!"

"Muse White! Eat this! Caesar Chakram!"

Whooooosh!

The scissor monster came screaming toward her. A direct hit from that thing would split a body in two from top to bottom — and the age rating of Magical Girl Carol Muse would jump straight to 19 and up. Somi tracked the oncoming blades all the way in and bent her body to dodge.

Snip!

"Kh!"

The ornate lace on her right shoulder fluttered to the ground. Dismay flickered through Somi's eyes.

"I'm not done yet!"

The scissor monster that had grazed past her came wheeling back like a boomerang. Somi lifted her left leg and bent her body to the right to dodge, but a strip of costume at her waist was snipped away. The monster began to orbit her, clipping past again and again, peeling her clothes off one piece at a time.

"Bookerkerker! Get naked! Feel the shame! Feel the embarrassment! I'll take all your Minus Energy!"

The scissor monster had been after Somi's clothes from the start. She couldn't move carelessly — one wrong step and she'd be cut. In a moment like this, the last chance she could fall back on was Tambourine.

"Tambourine! What do I do!?"

"Somi! Use that technique, taemp!"

"Th-that technique? But I still haven't fully mastered it...!"

"There's no other way, taemp! At this rate you'll be naked, taemp!"

"Nngh! Fine. Here goes! Muse Collector!"

Light gathered in Somi's left hand, shaping itself into a percussion tambourine. When the glow faded completely, a real tambourine sat in her grip. She struck it with her right hand — tap, tap — and began to dance.

Somi was a terrible dancer. She wasn't clumsy with her body in general, but for some reason dance had always been her weak point. Even so, she wrung every last drop of concentration out of herself and danced: left foot, right foot, lifting them in turn, tambourine raised overhead, striking it again and again.

Pure white light burst from Somi's tambourine in every direction. The scissor monster spinning in midair froze.

"Kiiiii! This holy power...?"

"That's it, Somi! Start the purification, taemp!"

Somi danced even more fiercely. In a magical girl costume snipped open here and there, sweat beading on her skin as she moved, she looked intensely erotic. Geum Taeyang, watching her from hiding, swallowed. If she danced like that at a karaoke bar, I'd stuff her tip wad to bursting.

It was a clumsy dance. It was more than enough to purify the scissor monster.

"Kiiiii, no! Until I've snipped every book in this world, every piece of clothing, every couple — I will not stop! I will returnrrrr!"

Only after the scissor monster had disappeared completely did Somi stop dancing. She stood there panting, her breath coming hard. The tambourine in her left hand dissolved into light and vanished.

"That power ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠really takes it out of me."

"But that power is Carol Muse's true strength, taemp! You have to get used to it, taemp!"

Having driven off the monster, Somi went around behind the library and dropped her transformation.

"I need to get back fast. If I skip two classes I'll be on bitch duty for two weeks..."

"Ah! Somi!?"

She had only just desttransformed when a familiar voice called from behind her. Somi's heart felt like it dropped through the floor. She turned on reflex — and there was her PE teacher, pointing a finger straight at her.

"You... what was that just now?"

Tambourine had told her once. The one thing a magical girl had to be most careful of... was never letting her identity slip.