Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 37

 The Witness

A yellow ball speeding across the court.

Its speed was so intense that even the watching club members struggled to track it with their eyes. With a groaning roar, it pierced the corner of the court like a bullet. Yet the ball that everyone assumed had settled the point responded the next instant, striking the sweet spot with a satisfying, distinct sound as it flew back toward the opposite court. The ultra-low flat trajectory skimmed just above the net, piercing right into the far corner of the court as well.

That ball, too, was accurately intercepted by a backhand racquet and driven back at high speed toward the opposite side. However, perhaps because the angle was slightly off, the ball struck the top of the net, lost its energy amidst a loud clatter, and rolled as it bounced gently.

"G-Game set."

At the breathless rally that had finally concluded, the tennis club members watching as spectators finally resumed the breathing they had forgotten. Overwhelmed by play that existed in a dimension entirely different from their own, they had been watching speechlessly, forgetting to voice any cheers. Beyond the chain-link fence, students in uniforms clustered together and finally began murmuring amongst themselves.

"Oh dear. How frustrating! I lost!"

The tanned girl laughed innocently as she said this, looking at a glance like the cheerful, bright beauty she had always been.

"What are you saying? Aiko-chan, you weren't playing at full strength yet, were you?"

Wiping away her sweat, a tall, sophisticated beauty smiled and approached from the opposite court. Together with the wheat-skinned girl who had just been playing a match, she walked toward the bench at the back. Their retreating figures were precisely those of a senior and junior who got along exceptionally well.

"Ruriko-senpai is amazing. She returns every single one of Kawashima-senpai's serves..."

"If you mention that, Kawashima-senpai's returns are just as incredible... She catches up to Ruriko-senpai's razor-thin shots and hits them back to impossible places."

"Regardless, they're playing in a completely different dimension from us..."

"Kawashima-senpai might actually conquer the national tournament at this rate."

First-year students assigned to ball retrieval spoke in low voices while tidying up the equipment.

Watching the scene out of the corner of their eyes, the second-year students exchanged complex expressions, directing their gazes toward Ruriko and Aiko, who were sitting on the bench and laughing together amicably.

"Do you suppose Ruriko-senpai actually spoke properly to Aiko...?"

"Yeah... Ruriko-senpai apparently confronted Aiko directly. That's why the two of them haven't been speaking to each other for so long, remember?"

"And yet today they suddenly became so friendly. What on earth is going on...?"

It was two weeks ago that all the second-year students had consulted former captain Ruriko Asakura in an effort to correct Aiko's attitude, which seemed to have lost all passion for the tennis club. They had felt frustrated that Aiko—once a diligent captain—had started skipping club activities, and even when present, practiced selfishly without caring for her juniors or peers.

Initially reluctant, Ruriko had apparently spoken with Aiko immediately after verifying the situation herself. Rumor had it that a falling-out had occurred between the two, leading her peers to assume the matter would become quite messy.

Yet look at them now.

Aiko and Ruriko had appeared at the club together today, starting a friendly practice match side by side. Moreover, against Aiko—whose tennis skills had recently surged to a level where no one could keep up—Ruriko played on equal footing, astonishing everyone.

That long practice match had concluded just moments ago.

"Still... still, isn't something strange?"

Among the second-year tennis companions, a girl who usually spoke little murmured quietly. Everyone looked at her face, prompting her to continue.

"I mean... isn't it too abrupt? Everything... Even if it's fine that Aiko suddenly got better at tennis, the way she changed from such a bright and kind girl... And, what's more... now even Ruriko-senpai... She came to the club today, but completely ignored all of us... Not only did she not speak to us, she wouldn't even look at us, right...?"

Come to think of it, Ruriko and Aiko had arrived together, yet the two of them only chatted happily amongst themselves without addressing the other club members more than necessary. Even now, sitting side by side on the bench and conversing cheerfully, an invisible barrier seemed to surround them, preventing anyone from stepping inside.

Everyone stared in that direction once more, trying to make sense of it. They sensed that whatever was happening around them was a harbinger of something ominous.

At that moment, a figure approached the two of them: Kenichi Mido, the science teacher and assistant advisor to the tennis club.

"Bidocchi, are you an idiot? Can't you read the room?"

"Stepping into that atmosphere... Talk about lacking social awareness..."

Ruriko and Aiko radiated an aura that clearly repelled outsiders.

However, when the science teacher strolled over leisurely and exchanged a few words with them, the two girls surprisingly nodded with flushed, enchanted expressions, immediately standing up to walk toward them. Their faces wore the expressions of maidens deeply in love, planting a certain hypothesis in the minds of the onlookers.

(No way... surely not...)

(No, no, no... That's impossible...)

Vice Principal Usami was one thing, but even if the heavens and earth turned upside down, those two beautiful girls could never fall for an unappealing science teacher. Everyone immediately dismissed the possibility, as Mido was famously and hopelessly unpopular among regular students.

"Alright, we're resuming practice... Ruriko-senpai will be playing too."

"Aiko-chan and I will be your opponents. We'll play doubles as partners."

As if a different switch had been flipped, Aiko and Ruriko suddenly threw themselves into club practice with intense enthusiasm. The transformation was far too abrupt, as if some invisible force were at work.

Though the members sensed something was amiss, they ultimately prepared to resume practice.

It was a warning issued by a sixth sense so faint as to be barely perceptible to humans whose perception is limited to the five senses, yet no one present possessed the capacity to understand its meaning.

Rio Hasegawa, a first-year student, sat on the nurse's office bed wearing her thin, light-pink gymnastics leotard used for rhythmic gymnastics. A damp compress was wrapped around her ankle, radiating a throbbing pain.

During today's rhythmic gymnastics practice, she had botched a landing and twisted her ankle. It was likely a sprain, but it hurt severely, and by tomorrow it would undoubtedly swell up.

In such a situation, she wanted to see a doctor immediately, but unfortunately, neither of her parents was home today. Her father was stationed in New York on an assignment, and her mother had flown out to join him three days ago. Although a part-time housekeeper took care of chores, she had already gone home by this hour. The only person currently at home was her older brother, who was two years older.

Rio was waiting alone in the nurse's office for club activities to conclude. Once practice ended, the rhythmic gymnastics advisor was supposed to drive her to the clinic and then drop her off at home.

Rio distorted her lovely, deeply sculpted features—resembling those of a foreigner—in response to the pain in her ankle. Understandably so, as Rio was a genuine mixed-race girl whose mother was Caucasian. Her large eyes framed by long eyelashes, high bridge of the nose, and pale skin set her apart from typical Japanese.

With a slender physique and long limbs, the adorable eight-head-tall Rio could easily pass as a beautiful fashion model just as she was. Her twin ponytails, secured at two spots in the back for practice, looked charming.

(I messed up... But after seeing that...)

The shocking scene she had witnessed during the day refused to leave her mind, haunting her throughout the entire day. That imagery kept flashing in her head during practice, causing her to botch a routine landing and suffer this injury.

(Still, why... Why would Asakura-senpai do something like that...)

During today's break, when she and a friend visited the vacant fifth-floor restroom, she heard the sound of a woman groaning from the innermost stall. Hesitating for a moment, she and her friend cautiously called out, unable to ignore someone seemingly in distress.

While her friend went to fetch a teacher, the sound of a woman screaming with animalistic intensity echoed from inside that stall. Peering anxiously through the gap in the door, she saw a female student pressed against the restroom wall, twitching and spasming.

Standing directly behind her was a man slowly moving his hips, and it took Rio—who was still a virgin—several seconds to comprehend what that implied. The moment she understood, she caught a glimpse of the female student's profile.

The school idol, engaging in sexual intercourse during the recess of a deserted girls' restroom. The shock and visual memory of that moment remained starkly vivid in her mind.

(Why... Why was Asakura-senpai...)

Though in a different club, Ruriko Asakura was an object of admiration for Rio as well. She was a flawless female student from an upper-class background—academically brilliant, athletically gifted, and stunningly gorgeous—yet she was unfailingly kind and attentive to her juniors. It was fair to say Ruriko was the sole reason the tennis club enjoyed such overwhelming popularity at this school.

Precisely because of that, seeing her admired senior being defiled from behind by a man inside a restroom and raising animalistic cries left Rio shaken to the point of losing her footing.

Upon recovering from the shock, feeling she had witnessed something forbidden, she fled the scene. Returning to her classroom, she had trembled entirely alone while recalling the scene she had witnessed.

(...Did I missee it? ...Ah, I don't know...)

When she later asked her friend, she learned that upon returning to the restroom with a teacher, no one had been there. She had impulsively considered blurting out what she witnessed, but the sheer gravity of the reality kept her silent. If it had been a mere misinterpretation, spreading such a horrific rumor about the admired Ruriko would be unforgivable.

Thus, the first-year high school student sat brooding on the nurse's bed, once again tormented by the shocking daytime incident.

Her immature, developing physique lacked full breasts, and her slender frame and long limbs were astonishingly delicate. Encased in a pink leotard and tights that clung tightly to her body—her unawakened, green, immature form like a tight bud—she was bathed in sweat, radiating a scent mixed with a young girl's natural perspiration and sweet milk that provoked a dangerous, dizzying feeling in any observer.

(Such... such a lewd thing...)

The vivid union of flesh between a man and a woman, coupled with Ruriko's animalistic moans of pleasure. Ever since then, the memories of sights and sounds had looped endlessly inside her head.

Though her only knowledge of sexuality stemmed from magazine articles, the sixteen-year-old found herself helpless to stop her body from running wild of its own accord.

(Ahhh...)

Invited by that faint, tingling ache, she timidly stroked her shameful peak covered by the pink fabric. Having picked up a bad habit recently, her movements were practiced, and a sweet, numbing ripple spread across her lower back more intensely than usual.

(Ahhh... It feels good...)

Since the door was locked, anyone approaching would be instantly audible.

Lying down on the bed hidden behind curtains, she began using her fingers in earnest, just as she usually did before sleep. Rubbing firmly against the leotard fabric with her fingers, she heightened her young body's excitement with a deep, pulsing sensation.

(Afuuuu...)

The sticky air filling the nurse's office grew heavy and thick, enclosing everything within in an eerie embrace. Dark, wicked thoughts lay in wait like a tiger watching its prey, ready to pounce mercilessly at the slightest opening.

(Ahhh... It feels good...)

Yielding to the inner lust, the beautiful girl in the leotard gradually intensified and strengthened her finger movements. Two slender fingers slipped inside the fabric of her crotch, toying with her sensitive flesh bud. Inside her head, the scene witnessed earlier spun round and round, while Ruriko's voice echoed in her ears.

If someone endowed with magical sight had looked at Rio writhing on that bed, they would have recoiled at the sheer ghastliness of the scene.

Countless red, translucent tentacles were wrapped around Rio's leotard-clad body. Writhing and squirming, those bizarre tentacles moved independently with clear intent, vying to entangle themselves around the young girl's body. They swarmed particularly thickly around her immature bust and waist, twitching and vibrating as if trembling with the joy of devouring their prey.

The pale blue light emitted like phosphorescence from her body began to change color under the contamination of those red tentacles, gradually shifting into a reddish-purple hue.

"Ah! Ah! Again! I'm going... I'm going to cummm!"

As Rio shook her 16-year-old body, plunging toward a peak orgasm far more intense than before, a large, dark shadow emerged from the shadows of the empty nurse's office and swooped down upon the young girl's body like a wolf.

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