>>42783853
>>Report her to a teacher

>>42783853
>Demand an apology from her.

>>42783853
>>Demand an apology from her.
Also demand she takes you to the nurse's office and fixes the wound caused by her assault.

>>42783853
>>Write-in.

Scorn her with cutting remarks about her clear failure at being a decent human being. Dressing that way, no feminity at all and such a lack of respect towards other people.

>>42783853
>Demand an apology from her.
>Report her to a teacher.

>>42783853
>Write-in
>OI YOU GIT! LOOKIT WHERE YER WALKIN', YEH?

>>42783853
>Write-in.
Start berating her for not following school regulation and laking everything a lady should strive for. Silly commoner with no manners.

>>42783853
>Demand an apology from her.

>>42783853
I see you've decided to stick to lowest common denominator quests

>>42783853
>Report her to a teacher

>>42783853
>Report her to a teacher.
I'll sue!

>>42784018
Even commoners can be good people. Papa hires many of them, the houwe chef is an artist with food and the gardener's work with the rosebushes brings tear to the eye.

This one is just a jerk.

>>42784054
What can I say? Write what you know.

>>42783853
>>Demand an apology from her.

>>42784085
Some day I'll write a purposely shit story and people will call it the Evangelion of our time.

Report her to a teacher.
>>42783881
>>42784056
>>42784066

Demand an apology.
>>42783929
>>42783961
>>42784043
>>42784104

Porque no los dos?
>>42784006

Insult her.
>>42783980
>>42784011
>>42784018

>>42784108
Ah, hello, planefag.

>>42784143
But all his stories are shit, intentionally or otherwise

>>42784188
That what happen when you write about self-inserting yourself into something you hate

>>42783853
Why are we so cute?

"You.. you..." Your face must be a rather vivid crimson shade, for all the heat in it. "Aren't you at least going to apologize?!" You stand up suddenly, and you can feel the way your left pigtail completely falls out of order in the motion. Unpleasant. "Look at what you did!" You hold up your left arm, showing the scrape.

"Ah," she says, wincing a little in sympathy. "Uh, sorry," she says, obviously not meaning it at all. She seems more embarrassed by the negative attention her behavior has caused than actually guilty. She glances from side to side. "Uh, I have to get to... class," she mumbles, and the way she says it is obviously a total lie.

You've half a mind to berate her verbally for her unladylike, inattentive, and, more generally, being a boorish commoner without even aspirations of class. However, you'd rather preserve some small shred of pride, rather than immediately making yourself look like an angry monster. "Tch," is all that leaves your lips as you reach down for your fallen ribbon and work to tie it back around the pigtail in question.

You've memorized the layout of the building, so as to ensure you don't get lost and make your family look like idiots without a sense of direction, so you leave the girl be, for the moment. She dashes off in her own direction, while you head to the nurse's office to get the scrape bandaged up.

It does hurt the first impression that you'd wished to make but at least you've still got your poise when you head back to your classroom. As you sit down in one of the two free seats, the teacher turning to the black board, you can't help but hear the light scraping noise as one of the windows is opened. You cast a quick glance towards it and... that girl. She's in your class. What's more, she's sneaking in late. What's more, this is the second floor.

>Inform the teacher of her present behavior.
>Ignore her.
>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.
>Flip out on her.
>Write-in.

>>42784419
>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784419
>>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784419
>>Ignore her.
As if we have to stoop to her level

>>42784419
>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784419
>>Write-in.
>Help her in make her owe you, or at least try to

>>42784419
>>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784419
>>Ignore her.

>>42784419
>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784419
>Ignore her.

>>42784419
>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784445
>>42784451
>>42784453
>>42784466
>>42784472
>>42784484
Welp, she ded

>>42784419
>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.
As a proper lady it's our duty to prevent her from executing this foul play.

>>42784512
I doubt we're very high up, anon.

>>42784419
>>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.

>>42784512
All we are doing is stopping the draft. She can hang onto the ledge outside of the (now locked) window

>>42784419
>>Primly, and with great poise, push her back out the window.
This commoner-monkey needs to learn her place and that is not-here, not-near-us.

>>42784531
>2nd floor
one bad landin and she's either dead or stuck on wheels

>>42784554
She's a sporty tomboy, she's basically indestructible

>>42784554
As I'm capable of actually detecting tone in writing, I'd be willing to be she won't be. In fact I'm not even sure we'll manage to push her out with her tomboy strength.

>>42784554
Our family could just settle everything out of court if that did happen.

>>42784580
What incident, no one in the classroom saw anything.

>>42784600
The incident where the tomboy slipped and fell while trying to sneak into the classroom through the window.

*push*
>>42784445
>>42784451
>>42784453
>>42784466
>>42784472
>>42784484
>>42784516
>>42784533
>>42784544

Ignore her.
>>42784452
>>42784471
>>42784473

Help her.
>>42784459

>>42784580
They run over her in the car. Oh, wait, this isn't set in China, dammit.

>>42784681
Good, Chinese ojou-samas probably aren't as cute.

You adjust slightly in your seat. Without turning your head or making your coming move obvious, you reach out with your left arm and simply press your fingers at her wrist, making her lose her grip and flail to keep her position on the ledge. "Wha-" she starts, but then shuts her mouth, glancing towards the teacher.

You take advantage of her momentary distraction and push at her chest, and get to hear a very satisfying "thump" and groan as she loses balance completely and collides with the messy earthy one story down. The teacher - and more than one student - turn their glance back towards the noise, but by that point, you're sitting with your hands folded in your lap, wearing a polite smile.

"Close that window, Chiyoko-san," the teacher orders, and you nod, scraping it back shut and locking it properly this time.

You give the tomboy girl a winning smile as she finally stumbles into your room five minutes later and gets chewed out by the teacher. She gives you an irate expression as she sits down in the one remaining seat, which you were intelligent enough to not sit in front of. Quite the opposite: you're placed behind her, giving you an excellent angle if you wanted to continue taking your revenge.

But, for the moment, you allow the class to pass silently, paying attention to the teacher in spite of the fact that he's covering materials your private tutors handled years ago.

P.E. is, unfortunately, not your best subject, and as you discover to your chagrin that it seems that the tomboy - Ayame, her name turns out to be - is quite expert in it and takes special relish in dominating your team in the game of volleyball you're forced to participate in.

>During a break in the match, attempt to bribe her teammates to throw the game.
>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.
>Point out the way she's clearly picking on you to the teacher.
>Write-in.

>>42784805
>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.
Oujo style

>>42784805
>During a break in the match, attempt to bribe her teammates to throw the game.

>>42784805
>>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

>>42784805
>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

>>42784805
>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

>>42784805
>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

Don't beat her at her strengths, leave that for last.

>>42784805
>>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

Filthy Sheep

>>42784805
>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

>>42784805
>Simply try your hardest

Don't want to throw around the bribes this early.

>>42784805
>Ignore her and take the high road...then steal her underwear and throw it away while she showers afterwards.

>>42784805
>>Simply try your hardest. If you lose, well, at least you're not an idiot tomboy. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.
Win or lose, it will be by our own merit. Only a commoner wouldn't be able to accept that.

Is this gonna end up being a /u/ thing?
Its fine if it is but I've been reading way too many quests with that and would like to avoid that.

>>42784913
People with class don't have any time to hone their physical skills beyond what is required for a healthy lifestyle anyway. Can you imagine how simple her liftstyle must be? And a brain the size of a peanut no doubt.

>>42784944
Calling her human is a bit of a stretch, my money is on badly trained ape

>>42784929
Tart does a lot of romance so possibly. Since the tone is light and it's obviously focused on two characters' interactions unlike most of his non-romance quests, I'm leaning probably.

>>42784892
I don't know, we already had our revenge, and could call it even. If we continue, it would be petty... and wouldn't petty be beneath the heiress of the Fujimoto family?

>>42784929
This is a two shot at most, dunno if it'll make it that far

Attempt to achieve victory.
>>42784833
>>42784838
>>42784844
>>42784846
>>42784865
>>42784869
>>42784870
>>42784873
>>42784913

Bribery.
>>42784836

Steal underwear and throw it away.
>>42784892

>>42784929
I have no plans whatsoever for it to be /u/. Maybe later on Ayame and Chiyoko will become friends but definitely not lovers. Originally the concept for this quest was that you're the bitchy rival character in an otome game.

>>42784995
When are you gonna run a /u/-quest Tart?

>>42784995
>Not going /u/ by having them fight over the same girl

>>42785008
Probably not any time soon.

>>42785060
Awwww.
Another regular romance quest then?

>>42784995
>Originally the concept for this quest was that you're the bitchy rival character in an otome game.
>inb4 we get humiliated by the heroine, she get the love interest and we end up poor to boot

It appears that Ayame's specialty is in volleyball, and attempting to defeat an opponent in an area where they are strong and you are weak is the height of foolishness. You resolve to simply play the game, even though you will in all probability lose.

And indeed, you do lose. Rather humiliatingly.

In the second match, since the first match took so little time, you're similarly outperformed. You show no reaction, even as she absolutely destroys your team, not allowing you to score a single point.

When she finally wins - which takes even less time, your team being utterly demoralized from their thrashing in the first go - she does so absolutely gracelessly, gloating and dancing and singing the praises of her own victory until the teacher finally smacks her in the back of the head, chastising her for her unsportsmanlike conduct.

You can't help but titter a little as she gets chewed out, and Ayame sees you doing it, positively fuming from the sight. You just offer her a smile and a little wave, which makes her burn bright red and turn to you angrily - which gets her another smack in the back of the head from the teacher, who chastises her now for ignoring his lecture. She grumbles and takes it.

Following the day's scheduled activities, you're allowed to look for an after school club to join, and your father has strongly advised you to do so. Of course, being that it's your first day, you're allowed to shop around a bit...

>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.
>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.
>"School Mysteries Club"? What is that? You might as well investigate a bit...
>Write-in.

>>42785172
>>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.

>>42785172
>>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.

>>42785172
>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.

>>42785172
>>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.

>>42785172
>>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.
But while we're at it, we should take a look at
>"School Mysteries Club"? What is that? You might as well investigate a bit...

>>42785172
>"School Mysteries Club"

What's in the box?

>>42785172
Since we're "shopping around"
>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.
>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.
Tough if you're just asking which to go to first
>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.

>>42785172
>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.

>>42785172
>>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.

>>42785172
>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.

>>42785172
>>Swimming club. You clearly do need to improve your physique if you don't want to spend every single P.E. class getting annihilated by that girl.

Swimming should help maintain a proper physique. It's important to prevent the need to undo such flaws.

>>42785234
If it's a severed head I'm going to be very upset.

Swim.
>>42785200
>>42785203
>>42785238
>>42785242
>>42785252
>>42785283

Culture.
>>42785204
>>42785215
>>42785232
>>42785238
>>42785268

School Mysteries
>>42785232
>>42785234

>>42785172
>>Culture club. Literature and poetry. Appreciation of the finer things. Appropriate for your class.

It's not quite an agreement to join, so you may as well investigate the swim club. It seems like an appropriate interest for a young lady your age, and further, you don't relish the thought of being ground into the dust by Ayame every single time you face her in a physical contest.

As you stride out towards the pools, you're greeted with the sight of an unbelievably handsome boy in swimming trunks, currently just coming out of the water. The timing is so that you arrive an almost exactly the correct moment for him to come speak to you - an opportunity you're quite happy to see him take. His easy smile and lean, muscular form make you positively swoon.

"Hey, welcome to Swim," he says, offering a hand. In spite of its wetness - and the class difference - you take it, smiling up at him. "There's some spare suits in the showers, if you don't have one of your own."

You pause at that suggestion, not particularly enthused in wearing communal clothing, but having to admit that you have no swimsuit on hand at present. Before you can verbalize any of these thoughts, however, you hear a splash as somebody surfaces, then exits the pool. "Kentaaaa," whines an all-too-familiar voice. It's her. Ayame. She throws herself on 'Kenta,' wrapping either arm around him. "I want to race again!" She sounds like a bratty child.

Kenta, for his part, simply adjusts his position, lifting her clean over his shoulder and sending her slamming into the ground. There's a small splatter of water on you as she's hurled, but you don't mind. "Don't jump on me, monkey," he says, clearly on the verge of laughing.

Ayame's stunned on the ground for a moment, but when she recovers, she finally takes notice of your presence. "Y-you!" She says, pointing at you accusingly.

>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.
>Just sit and watch, this first time. Maybe talk to Kenta.
>You've seen enough. You'll check out one of the other clubs, perhaps the... [Write-in]
>Write-in.

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>>42785581
Ah, picture, fuck.

>>42785581
>>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.
We definitely look better in one than Ayame! (Which is the only reason why we should swim now.)

>>42785581
>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.
Maybe he could give us some hands on instruction in front of Ayame

>>42785581
>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.

>>42785581
>>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.
ESTABLISH DOMINANCE

>>42785581
>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.

Kenta gets bonus points for calling her a monkey.

>>42785581
>Go try out the swimsuits, see if you can get Kenta to help teach you.

No picture of the Monkey yet

Go try out the swimsuits.
>>42785639
>>42785642
>>42785647
>>42785649
>>42785666
>>42785701

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"Me," you say, simply and without the slightest hint of malice. "I think I will take you up on the offer, Kenta-san," you say, with a small bow. You head into the showers, finding a one-piece swimsuit there that looks the right size, and put it on. When you stride out, feeling quite proud and ready to use all your feminine wiles on Kenta, you find the two talking.

"...like you're the one at fault," Kenta says.

"I am not!" Ayame protests, loudly. "I had a good reason to be running in the halls," she complains, crossing her arms and pouting, quite immaturely.

Kenta, for his part, doesn't give in. Instead, he flicks her in the back of the head with a finger, earning an annoyed growl from Ayame. "A secret good reason you won't tell me." He glances up in your direction as you approach. "Oh, hey, newbie," he says. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Fujimoto Chiyoko," you say, with a vague approximation of a curtsy. "Would you mind showing me the basics? It's been a very long time since I last swam, I'm afraid." Your family has a pool, of course, but you rarely venture out of the shallow end.

"Sure thing," Kenta says, practically leaping into the water. "Come on in, Chiyoko-san."

"But we're supposed to raaaaaace!" Ayame whines like a baby, bawling loudly. "It was going to be three out of five!"

"Only because I beat you two out of three," Kenta says with a roll of his eyes.

"Kenta-san, please take care of me," you say, as you get in the pool next to him. He smiles and helps you with the basics again; he's actually a surprisingly competent teacher, not just a pretty face (and... rest of him).

Ayame starts complaining after about half an hour. "Come on! Come on come on come on come on!" She kicks angrily at the water, splashing both of you weakly. "I want to race!"

>You'd like to see Kenta kick her ass.
>Kenta's busy!
>Perhaps if you let her beat you it'll shut her up.
>Write-in.

>>42785914
>>Perhaps if you let her beat you it'll shut her up.

>>42785914
>Perhaps if you let her beat you it'll shut her up.

>>42785914
>>You'd like to see Kenta kick her ass.

>>42785914
>>Kenta's busy!

>>42785914
>You'd like to see Kenta kick her ass.
Lets see him all hot and flushed from exertion

>>42785914
>>Kenta's busy!

>>42785914
>Kenta's busy!

>>42785914
>You'd like to see Kenta kick her ass.

>>42785914
>Perhaps if you let her beat you it'll shut her up.
We're better than her.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

1. Kenta's busy!
>>42785959
>>42785978
>>42785985

2. You'd like to see Kenta beat her.
>>42785958
>>42785972
>>42785990

3. Let her beat you.
>>42785940
>>42785949
>>42786000

Diebreaker.

Raising your chin (while continuing to pinwheel your legs so you don't slip below the surface), you speak with a voice filled with as much authority as the scion of the Fujimoto clan ought to show. "Kenta-san, feel free to beat this girl in a race. Don't hold back on my account."

"You sure?" Kenta asks. "Well... you should probably get to the edge, just in case," he says, taking note of your still-lackluster technique. You huff, but allow him to help you over to the edge, and you pull yourself up to the side.

"Oh yeah. Gonna whoop you good, Kenta," Ayame says, smiling ruthlessly.

Kenta just takes it in good humor. "When will you learn, Ayame? Monkeys aren't good at swimming."

"Rrrgh!" Ayame growls. "I'll show you a monkey!" Kenta just shakes his head, laughing soundlessly at her, which makes Ayame's face turn an even brighter shade of red. "Let's go! I'm going to beat you this time for sure!"

"Right, right," Kenta says, getting by the edge of the pool.

You notice, as the two get set up, that Ayame's hand slips below the surface of the water, and there's a very dim flare of light - about what you'd expect if she turned on the glow feature on a backlit watch. "You're not going to be so smug in a minute!" She states, puffing up proudly. "I'm going to beat you so hard your head will spin around!"

"Mmhmm," Kenta hums, in obvious disagreement.

Ayame just shakes her head, sets up, and counts down. "Three... Two... One... Go!"

>(1/2)

The two rush forward, and Ayame moves with an almost inhuman speed, the water seeming to part before her as she cuts cleanly through the water. She seems half again as fast as Kenta, and not even breaking a sweat doing it, or even going out of breath. Each time she gets a good distance ahead of him, she slows down a bit, and then speeds up when he starts to catch up. Nonetheless, it's obvious who the victor will be - and the result is unsurprising. "I win!" She cries, as she returns to the starting position while he's still half the pool length back. "Owned! Owned owned owned!"

"Sheesh," Kenta says, when he finally arrives, clearly breathing heavily, one hand gently massaging the center of his chest. "You got real fast real quick," he says. Then he yawns - or pretends to, you can't quite say for sure. "Or I got real slow. I must be tired." He rubs at his eye, lying down flat out on the side of the pool. "I'll just sleep here."

"You lost 'cause I'm fast, admit it!"

"I think I fell asleep in the middle of the race," Kenta lies, smoothly and blatantly. You're fairly sure he was trying his hardest. "I should get that checked out."

"You're a sore loser!"

"Says the sore winner," Kenta counters without missing a beat.

>You think she cheated. Say as much.
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.
>You don't really care. Go see if Kenta will help teach you some more.
>Write-in.

>>42786337
>>You don't really care. Go see if Kenta will help teach you some more.

>>42786337
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

>>42786337
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.
We can't call her out without something to back it up. Just gotta figure out what she did.

>>42786337
>>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

>>42786337
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

>>42786337
>>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

>>42786337
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

>>42786337
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

Watch her.
>>42786375
>>42786381
>>42786396
>>42786459
>>42786486
>>42786503
>>42786514

Pfft. Whatever.
>>42786371

>>42786337
>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

>>42786337
>>You think she cheated. Watch her carefully to try to figure out how.

Is that why you were late before, someone saw how you do that?

Guys how does someone cheat at swimming

>>42786628
Magic, clearly.

>>42786628
A pull cable. I saw it in my Chinese cartoons.

>>42786628
MG powers, Super android stuff.

>>42786628

She has super powers, that's what that glowy thing was.

>>42786669
>MG powers
I hope it's this one, we can be the Dark Magical Girl for the first half of the story, only to be forced to begrudgingly join forces once the true threat appears, thus learning a value lesson about friendship and becoming the tsundere girl in the process.

You decide to just sit in silent watch, keeping a careful eye on her as she demands that Kenta let her race him again. You catch movement in the bushes, and her eyes flick up just as quickly as yours do, tracing the motion. It's just a stray cat... or a lost cat, you think, when you notice the collar. Her gaze lingers longer than yours does, and then she turns her attention back to her argument with Kenta.

"I need two more wins, then I have three out of five."

"I already won two out of three," Kenta mopes from the ground as Ayame pushes on his chest, trying to roll him over, as though he was a particularly lazy grandparent. It's actually shockingly easy, when she does it - he just flips over, giving out a little "oof" of pain as he lands on his front. "Okay, okay," he complains, pushing himself off the ground. "Even though I am narcoleptic, I will race you, as honor demands."

You keep a careful eye on her, this time, trying to figure out the trick or the gimmick... but you can't quite see it. There's no glow, this time. She just handily beats him again, and given the way her speed adjusts based on her distance to him, it feels like she's intentionally keeping the distance close. She does the same thing the second time, securing her final victory. "Yatta! I win, Kenta!" She's proud, triumphant. She even turns around and smacks her ass, taunting him, though he just blushes and turns away. "Kiss my ass!" She demands, her trash talk continuing apace for a good minute.

Swim club wraps up soon thereafter, and you're not much closer to figuring out what her secret is...

>Follow her (from a discreet distance) for a little bit before going home.
>Just head home.
>Ask Kenta to walk you home.
>Write-in.

>>42786746

I'd rather she learns the goody-two shoes learns the way of the lady, they're all a bit evil.

>>42786753
>>Just head home.

>>42786753
>Ask Kenta to walk you home.

Ask the family's information specialist about what you saw.

>>42786753
>>Ask Kenta to walk you home.

>>42786753
>Follow her (from a discreet distance) for a little bit before going home.
It's time for all that stealth training to come in handy.

>>42786753
>>Follow her (from a discreet distance) for a little bit before going home.

>>42786753
>>Ask Kenta to walk you home.

>>42786753
>Ask Kenta to walk you home.

>>42786753
>Ask Kenta to walk you home.

>>42786772
Of course she will, but then her earnest efforts to become more ladylike warm our cold ojou-sama heart just in time for us to save her in the mid-season team-up.

>>42786753

>Follow her (from a discreet distance) for a little bit before going home.

Ask Kenta to walk you home.
>>42786800
>>42786819
>>42786845
>>42786861
>>42786888

Follow her.
>>42786839
>>42786841
>>42786959

Walk home alone.
>>42786780

>>42786746
Goddammit, is it that obvious?

>>42787009
It was a good try Tart, but you're looking at professional fa/tg/uys here. You can't pull the wool over our neckbeards that easily

>>42787009
it's not you're fault. We are dangerously genre-savvy

>>42787009
>Goddammit, is it that obvious?

Once you gave our rival magic powers there were only so many ways it could go.
Too bad as the dark magical girl we are almost certainbly cursed to be forever alone romance-wise, but that is the price one must pay pay to be best girl

>>42787131

Seduced by the rival's shota son?

Once you have changed back into regular clothes, and dried and put back up your hair, put your full attention on the handsome boy. "Kenta-san," you say, "would you mind walking me home?"

Ayame scowls at Kenta's backside as he flops slowly to his feet, obviously still a bit tired from his work in trying (and failing) to win those three races. You do not indulge the extremely unladylike temptation to stick your tongue out at her, though it requires great mental fortitude. "Well, you are new here," he says, "it'd be un-gentlemanly of me to leave you to walk home alone."

As the two of you head away from the school grounds, he places a hand on your shoulder, his fingers warm to the touch, and he really must know what he's doing, surely? But glancing up at his face, he seems utterly oblivious. After a long few seconds, you break the silence. "What is your relationship to... that girl?"

"Ayame?" You nod. "She's an old friend," he admits, and your expression must sour a little, because he seems taken aback. You force yourself into a neutral smile, and after a moment he seems to dismiss it. "We grew up right across the street from each other."

"She seems... quite improper at times," you note, as neutrally as possible.

He snorts. "She's just like that. You get used to it." He shrugs.

You'd rather not get used to a bratty tomboy, but you suppose it is his life. You ask him various little questions about himself, and he returns them in kind. When he realizes you're *that* Chiyoko Fujimoto, he seems surprised, suddenly adjusting his posture, standing at a more respectable distance, being a bit more considerate of your personal space. Well, you suppose it's only natural.

When you arrive home, you say your goodbyes, and make your way past security inside. After the day at school, you simply want to curl up in bed with one of the classics and read it until you fall asleep.

>(1/2)

Unfortunately, you're not given such an opportunity. After a couple hours, there's the sounds of... firecrackers? From the front lawn? You glance out the window, and see several of your family's security people... with guns? You never realized they had *guns*! You watch and try to figure out what they're all shooting at. It's the twilight hours, so you can't quite make the figure out.

It seems like an animal, but it keeps spitting, firing, projecting, some sort of liquid, so it must be a person with some odd weapon. Your family's bodyguards dance around whatever it's spitting, and there's thin wispy smoke where it does hit. You notice, then, that one of them has fallen to the ground, and is clutching his stomach in pain.

Then the attacker emerges into an area of good light, and you realize that, no, it isn't human. Its torso is single, disc-shaped shell, the color of rotten meat. It has three tongues, all as long as you are tall, and each one splits at the end, the globs of spit or acid being splattered out of them. It has ten legs by your count, long and spindly things, that emerge from either side like a crab or spider, though one of them seems to have been injured by your family's bodyguards, and it moves with a limp.

You have no ready description for it other than "monster." You're terrified.

>Try to escape out the back way.
>Call the police.
>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.
>Write-in.

>>42787433
>>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.

>>42787433
>>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.
Acting on Fear is for those of lower birth

>>42787433
>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.

>>42787433
>>Call the police.

>>42787433
>>Try to escape out the back way.

>>42787433
>>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.
Are we really awake?

>>42787433
Watch.

Subjugate the demons and become their overlady.

>>42787433
>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.

>>42787433
>Watch. You need information, now, most of all.
We'll use our high-born brains to determine its weakness!

Watch.
>>42787455
>>42787474
>>42787478
>>42787532
>>42787550
>>42787575

Escape.
>>42787523

Policia.
>>42787492

You keep your eyes on the creature below, staring, almost dumbstruck, by it. Fear mixes with curiosity, and you just sit there, watching. It moves with a fluidity that you wouldn't quite expect, by its unnatural and alien appearance. Each tongue fires in turn, you notice. After some time, one of the bodyguards shoots one of the tongues rather expertly, and there's a disgusting spray of green blood that splatters across the creature's carapace, staining it. The tongue in question goes limp and falls, and the creature occasionally coughs out some more of whatever spit from that one.

Nonetheless, it's clear that they're accomplishing little, and they make a fighting retreat, dragging their fallen comrade with them as they head towards the front doors. The creature moves to follow, and you hear the doors slam shut, the deadbolt sliding into place. It skitters. It kicks at the door a couple times, spits at it, tries to get through, but the security here is quite good, so it can't make its way in. Then it begins to clamber onto the walls of the building, rising, falling out of where you can see.

It's at that point that you realize that the light to your room is on, and your silhouette is being cast down below. As you stumble over yourself to turn the lights off, in the hope of making the creature leave you alone, you see its terrible tentacle/tongue/pedipalp things run along the window, leaving a trail of disgusting spittle on the window as it glares in at you with five little beady eyes.

Then the spittle melts through the window, and it cracks under pressure, falling inward and letting the creature into your room.

>Scream.
>Run.
>Pee yourself.
>Porque no los tres?
>Write-in.

>>42787748
>Write-in.
Tell it off.

>>42787748

Time to put those fencing lessons to use.
Fighting retreat

>>42787748
>>Run.

>>42787748
>Run
>Write-in.
If it's acidic, maybe we can neutralize it using a base material.

There should be bleach near the servants' quarters, maybe that can work.

>>42787748
>Scream.
>Run.

>>42787748
>Run.
>Scream.

>>42787748
>Run.
Find Mom and Dad's liquor cabinet, break a bottle of cheap stuff, get cleaning rag, light the end and toss.

>>42787748
>Scream.
>Run.

>>42787748
Tell it off

>>42787748
>>Run.

>>42787748
>Scream.
>Run.
>Find nearest armed person.

Scream & Run.
>>42787828
>>42787837
>>42787884

Tell it off.
>>42787783
>>42787931

Run
>>42787790
>>42787940

Some moderately intelligent plan of action.
>>42787787
>>42787811
>>42787849

Going to go with scream and run since run overlaps with it heavily.

>>42787953
>Some moderately intelligent plan of action.
Since when do we bother with intelligent plans? We're an oujo, we have servants to do that for us.

You scream. You scream loud and you scream frantically and you scream like a scared little girl (which you are). The creature actually seems to pause for a moment, and you take the opportunity to run for it, rushing towards the door. There's a heavy glow from the window, and you risk a glance over your shoulder.

A girl. She looks to be about your age, with short hair, a tomboyish physique, and a domino mask on her face, dressed in some absurd uniform, and armed with a glowing broadsword. "Oy, Krusty," she blathers, utterly senseless to the danger, and she whips her sword clean through the creature's leg. It is simply and instantly severed, and the creature turns and wheels on her.

Unfortunately, as it does so, its leg slams into the door - it's far too big for your room to properly contain it - catching your hand there and making you squeal briefly in pain before you can extract it. You mostly cower there, trying not to get stepped on by the creature.

It spits at her, and she deflects one strike, then another, with the sword, elegantly scraping each to the side. She closes the distance, obviously aiming to thrust her sword into the creatures mouth, and cuts off both its still working tongues. Then the third twitches, and you barely have time to scream out "look out!" before it sprays her right in the chest with a poorly aimed gout of acid. She screams, rolling backwards, and the creature moves over towards her, aiming to batter her with its legs.

>(1/2)

There's nothing you can do. You run, pulling the door open again and leaving the girl to her unfortunate fate as you scramble away, screaming for help. Some of the bodyguards rush up the stairs, and they head off in the direction you point, hopefully to take down the creature. You make your way downstairs, and as you pull open the back door, there's a black and white cat sitting there.

As you prepare to step over it, it speaks. "Girl..." it says, sounding like an old man. You stop in your place. "The path of wisdom has allowed me to see that the Blademaster has fallen in battle." You nod, dumbly, confirming his statement. "Then you must act on the path of wisdom and replace her; only a maiden of less than seventeen years can accept the magic I wield, and you are the only one here." He coughs. "To accept this power, now, is to act on the path of wisdom."

"Path of wisdom...?"

"The path of wisdom..." There's the sound of gunshots from upstairs, and he leaps in place, his eyes following it. "There isn't time, girl. Do you accept my magic, knowing that it will turn you into a warrior of the forces of Good and Right?"

>Yes.
>No.
>Maybe.
>Could you repeat the question?

>>42788255
>>I-Is she d-dead?
>>...Yes.

>>42788285
This

>>42788255
>Yes.

>>42788255
>No.
>NO

>>42788255
>Yes.

>>42788255
>I-Is she d-dead?
>No.

>>42788255
>>Yes.
This cat probably needs someone with our rich blood to wield its magic properly.

>>42788255
>>No.

A Lady's duty is to her family, duty and household, not the righteous.

>>42788375
>A Lady's duty is to..., not the righteous.
Do you even Noblesse oblige?

>>42788255
>Yes.

>>42788397

Family Honor first

[Refuse the call to adventure]
>>42788320
>>42788329
>>42788375

Yes.
>>42788285
>>42788304
>>42788310
>>42788324
>>42788373
>>42788416

"I-is she dead? The Blademaster?"

The cat seems to shrug... at least, that's what you assume it was going for. "I know her magic is dimming. She may be dead, or merely grievously wounded; but I know that she has fallen and will not rise again without aid. Aid which you may provide, if you act on the path of wisdom."

"I accept," you say, trying to pretend to be all calm and polite.

"Give me your hand," the cat says, raising one paw. You place it in the palm of your hand, and then there's a shock. It's like an electric shock mixed with the warmth of an open flame, but it's not painful. Almost the opposite. It's not pleasure, but it feels like being healthy. It stretches up through your body, and you lose sight of the world for the moment, your vision occluded by raw, alien light that makes you want to bow your head and bend your knee, that feels so fundamental that you think it must be the creator of the universe...

Then you awaken, with a snap. You're wearing a dress not so different from the girl's, but where hers was blue with white fringes, yours is black with golden fringes. You feel an incredible, raw power pulsing through your body, filling you with strength, speed, acuity, awareness. Time itself seems to slow down, giving you more time to think and process. You blink behind the domino mask on your face, and you look down at the weapon in your hand, which feels almost like a part of you and glows with its own magic.

It is...

>A whip.
>An axe.
>A spear.
>A clawed gauntlet.
>Write-in.

>>42788594
>A whip.

>>42788594
>>An axe.
Only fitting

>>42788594
Segmented Whipsword, ala Ivy Valentine.

>>42788594
>>An axe.

>>42788594

Your family heirloom, the saber your great-great-grandfather Sir Matthew graced the field of battle with.

>>42788594
>A whip.
Or >>42788620
Either is fine.

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>>42788594
>An axe

>>42788594
>A whip.

Can't be proper without one

>>42788594
>>An axe.
Who says Axes can't be feminine and graceful?

>>42788594
>An axe.

>>42788594
>>A whip.

>>42788594
>>An axe.
we mahou shojo now.

>>42788594

>A whip.

>>42788594
>A whip.
It is the perfect weapon with which to OHOHOHOHO at our enemies

>>42788594
>An axe.

Whipsword.
>>42788620
>>42788652

Whip.
>>42788608
>>42788652
>>42788689
>>42788701
>>42788748
>>42788754

Axe.
>>42788615
>>42788622
>>42788668
>>42788692
>>42788700
>>42788704
>>42788772

Saber.
>>42788627

I'd hope priority 1 is 'save the girl'. We're proper, high-class, and clearly her better, but I'd like to hope we aren't THAT selfish or vindictive.

>>42788594
>>An axe.

>>42788780
How can we prove that we're classier and better bred than her if we don't save her.

>>42788594
A fancy rapier would suit us, I think.

>>42788822
I kind of agree with that, but there is a certain irony on seeing an ojou swinging around a giant axe.

>No sword votes
Peasants
All of you

...an axe. It's got heft and weight to it, but less than one would expect, given its size and length. It looks like something a savage barbarian queen would wield into battle more than the weapon of a dignified lady such as yourself... but perhaps there's a certain poetry in that. It has a single, curved head, with a simple spike on the other side; the head is roughly the size of your torso, the spike as long as your hand and two fingers in width at the base.

As you move to hold it two-handed, and you feel a fundamental need to go fight that monster. More than just simple duty, or a desire to help, but something deeper and more primal. Like needing to breathe.

You move, lunging down the corridors, your weapon trailing a bit behind you as you rush back towards your room. The creature's now in the hall, the tight quarters playing to its advantage as your family's guards are forced to make a fighting retreat. You sweep past them, rushing towards the beast, and - keeping a careful eye on its surviving tongue - manage to bring a single, solid cleave right through the foremost part of its shell, your axe's blade glowing with faint light as it cuts the creature in two. A spray of green blood coats you, smelling something like rotten eggs, but the thing seems dead, at least.

>Make absolutely sure it's dead, by beating the shit out of its corpse with your axe.
>Go check on "the Blademaster."
>Check on your guards - some of them may have been hurt.
>Write-in.

>>42788934

I'm the one guy who voted for a noble saber, I don't think the rest want a noble oujosama, just some tsundere who secretly wants to be a pleb.

>>42788952
>>Make absolutely sure it's dead, by beating the shit out of its corpse with your axe.
>CHOP CHOP CHOP

>>42788952
>Make absolutely sure it's dead, by beating the shit out of its corpse with your axe.
DOUBLE TAP

>>42788952

Giving into primal urges like some savage, disgusting.

>>42788952
>Check on your guards - some of them may have been hurt.

>>42788967
>>42788971
This
>then go check on Tomboy. We do npt abide dead peasants cluttering up our home.

>>42788952
>>Go check on "the Blademaster."

>>42788952
>Write-in.
Hit it with axe very hard so it's stuck to floor
Then check on guards
It's only proper for noble to worry about her servants

>>42788952
>>Go check on "the Blademaster."

>>42788952
>Make absolutely sure it's dead, by beating the shit out of its corpse with your axe.

>>42788952
>>Go check on "the Blademaster."

>>42788952
>>Make absolutely sure it's dead, by beating the shit out of its corpse with your axe.
It hurt your guards, it killed someone in your room

>>42788952
>>Make absolutely sure it's dead, by beating the shit out of its corpse with your axe.
CHOP CHOP CHOP

WATCHIN NIGGAS DROP

>>42789075
She's not dead YET. She will be without immediate aid.

Awww. No Dark Queen route?

Lay into its dead body.
>>42788967
>>42788971
>>42788999
>>42789007
>>42789030
>>42789075
>>42789079

Check on guards.
>>42788981
>>42789007

Check on the Blademaster, who is definitely NOT the only other named female character, why would you think that?
>>42788999
>>42789000
>>42789024
>>42789057

>>42788822
Oh, shit, rapier would be so good because you're going to be the Blademaster's foil.

>>42788999
Me
>>42789000
Changing to this. She did save us, it would be undignified of us not to return the favor.

>>42789112
>Oh, shit, rapier would be so good because you're going to be the Blademaster's foil.
It's not to late to change, we can just pretend that last update never happened.
Or better idea, when we get our super form our Axe changes to a Rapier and her Sword changes into an Axe.

>>42789129
Too late m8

>>42789142
Yeah I noticed.
>>42789112
Maybr the nature of magic allows us to choose the right tool for the job. That way we aren't stuck with one weapon. We are the path of wisdom after all.

>>42789140
>Or better idea, when we get our super form our Axe changes to a Rapier and her Sword changes into an Axe.
So Blademaster gets a more savage weapon after powering up, while Wisdom get's a more elegant one. I like it.

With your heavy axe in hand, you slam it down, blade first, into the creature's bisected corpse, cutting it into a dozen pieces, leaving a splatter of green blood that coats the halls, the doorway, and of course, you. Your hair is wet with the thick, gooey stuff, but it's definitely, definitely dead.

You let out a long sigh of relief, your breath still heavy, and stand tall and proud. You are the scion of the Fujimoto dynasty, and you have just slain a monster that attacked your family holdings. You feel like a storybook princess and a storybook knight wrapped up in one.

You stride back into your room, the conquering heroine, and you're lucky to find only one body there: the Blademaster's. You rush over to her side, cradling her body. Her sudden appearance may have allowed you to escape and survive that monster's attack. She coughs and sputters, and you feel some part of your magic automatically entering her.

As she blinks back into consciousness, you take a good look at her face again, and her hair - it's unmistakable. It's Ayame. You don't understand how you didn't notice it at first. As she comes back to life, her eyes glare up at you. "You," she hisses, almost accusatory.

>You too.
>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life.
>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.
>Write-in.

>>42789325
>Write-in.
Kill her with some leftover acid
No one will ever know

>>42789325
>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life.
The volleyball match is nothing in the face of a life debt.

Ufufufufu~

>>42789325
>You too.
>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

>>42789325
>>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

>>42789325
>>You too.
>"I trust you aren't so uncouth as to bring up past grievances. I may dislike you, but I refuse to be so crass and barbaric as to let you just die."

>>42789325
>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life.

>>42789325
>>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life.

>>42789325
>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life.

>>42789325
>>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life.
>>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

>>42789392
This is me, I suppose it's basically a roundabout way of saying
>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

I'd rather not be a dildo. We're high class and superior, not a straight bitch...I'd hope.

>>42789325 #
>You too.
>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

>>42789325
>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

>>42789325
>Since we are now allies, I will teach you the ways of the lady, you uncouth peasant.

>>42789372
>Ufufufufu~
>Not OHOHOHOHO

>>42789325
>You now owe me a life debt, and are my servant for life

Kill her.
>>42789351

Enslave her.
>>42789372
>>42789393
>>42789403
>>42789412
>>42789419
>>42789471

I shall be your mentor.
>>42789375
>>42789379
>>42789419
>>42789428
>>42789429
>>42789442
>>42789449

Let's move on.
>>42789392

>tfw everyone votes for the joke option

>>42789451
Soon we shall unleash the laugh, soon

>>42789451
AYAME PLEASES OLD MEN FOR MONEY
OHOHOHOHOHO

>>42789499
This is /tg/.

Automatically assume the players will pick the worst possible option, then go from there.

>>42789627
I don't think she's dignified enough to make courtesan though, maybe a cheap gutter side whore.

>>42789627
>>42789520
>>42789451
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FW1QY76d-40

I really should've ended the quest on the last update, fuck.

>>42789659
Nah
We will make her into our guard
Sadly we are stronger than her now
And that's kinda pathetic

You let her words run off of you like water off a baby duck's back. It's time to be the better woman. "It would appear that we are now allies," you inform her. "As such, I will make it my goal to help you grow into a fine young lady."

She looks at you with an expression that says she is very unimpressed. "Great. Thanks, so much."

Your family's guards enter through the door to the room, guns at the ready. They catch sight of you and Ayame where you sit. They don't raise their guns, but they bristle. "Who are you?"

You suppose it might be hard to recognize you, covered as you are in the green ichor of the creature you slew. "It's me," you say, but the response isn't right. Confusion plays across their faces, not recognition. They can't identify your voice? "Chiyoko."

Ayame snorts. The guards don't seem to be getting it. If anything, your words have just set them further on edge.

>END OF CHAPTER.

Next thread... tomorrow, around the same time, I guess? Maybe a bit earlier.

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>>42789716
thanks for running

>>42789716
I got a good feeling about this quest.

>>42789716
Thanks for running boss, no OHOHOHO is making me sad though.

>>42789716
thx 4 runin budi gud thred

>>42789773
Hopefully this will be enough for you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AuFgZT4O-I
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffiiYPg5qSc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nc3bc_8_m8