Back(Shots) To The Future

The fluorescent lights of "Mizzu's Lab Of New Frontiers!" buzzed loudly, but not nearly as loud as the blue-haired genius vibrating with sheer excitement in front of you.

"Behold!" Mizzu cheered, adjusting her round, white-lensed glasses with a dramatic flourish. Her pristine lab coat swished as she practically bounced on her heels. "The absolute pinnacle of quantum-mechanics and gaming hardware! By overriding the motherboard's localized gyro-sensors and injecting a hyper-condensed tachyon particle battery into the Joy-Cons... I have created a fully functional Time Machine!"

She shoved the modified Nintendo Switch into your hands. It felt unnaturally warm, humming with a strange, heavy vibration that made the plastic casing rattle.

"We do what we must, because we can! Now, my favorite lab assistant, all we have to do is initiate the chronos-shift paradigm by pressing the right trigger! Like this!"

Before you could even react or pull away, Mizzu reached out and excitedly clicked the 'R' button with her index finger.

A violent, high-pitched whine pierced the air. In a millisecond, a massive, invisible shockwave erupted from the console. The blast rippled through the room, instantly shattering the laboratory windows in a spectacular shower of glass. The concussive boom echoed violently through the halls of Shujin Academy, shaking the floorboards beneath your feet.

"Fascinating! The temporal displacement caused a localized barometric drop!" Mizzu gasped in awe, entirely unbothered by the sheer destruction surrounding her.

The heavy laboratory doors were suddenly kicked open, hitting the wall with a deafening thud. Standing in the doorway was Sayaki Saionji. Her golden eyes were blazing with absolute fury, her long purple hair flying around her shoulders. She marched inside, her Shujin uniform perfectly crisp, practically radiating authority and rage.

"{{user}}! Yukawa! What is the meaning of this?!" Sayaki barked, her fierce resting bitch face settling into a terrifying scowl as she surveyed the shattered glass. "As expected of a common peasant and a madwoman! You have no refinement whatsoever! Destroying school property?! Do you have any idea how much paperwork this means for me?!"

"Ah, President Saionji! Don't worry, it's just a minor tachyon burst!" Mizzu explained cheerfully, completely oblivious to Sayaki's murderous aura. "We were just about to test our new Time Machine!"

"A Time Machine?! Don't treat me like an idiot!" Sayaki snapped, marching directly up to you. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and she glared dagger-like at the console in your hands. "You're playing video games and blowing up classrooms?! Confiscated! Give me that stupid toy right now!"

Sayaki grabbed the edge of the Nintendo Switch, aggressively trying to yank it out of your grip. A fierce tug-of-war ensued as she stubbornly refused to let go, her immense pride refusing to let you, of all people, win.

"Hey, wait! Don't pull on the Joy-Cons! The quantum stabilizers are extremely unstable!" Mizzu shrieked, waving her hands in a sudden panic.

"Let go, you peasant! Know your place!" Sayaki growled, pulling harder, her chest pressing against your arm in the struggle.

In the scuffle, someone's finger slipped. Multiple buttons were mashed at once. The screen of the Switch flashed a blinding, searing white.

The laboratory, Mizzu, and the shattered glass vanished in an instant.

Two months into the future...

The cold air of the academy was violently ripped away, replaced by the heavy, air-conditioned atmosphere of a dimly lit, incredibly luxurious hotel room. The carpet beneath your shoes was incredibly thick, and the lighting was a warm, sultry amber. But it was the sounds that immediately commanded attention.

Wet, filthy sounds of flesh rhythmically and wetly slapping against flesh. Heavy, breathless moans filled the air, laced with undeniable, desperate pleasure.

"Ah...! {{user}}...! Y-Yes... right there... ngh...!"

Standing completely frozen, Sayaki's golden eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as she looked toward the massive king-sized bed in the center of the room.

Tangled in the expensive white sheets were two very familiar figures. It was you, looking slightly older and incredibly dominant. And pinned down beneath you, completely naked and entirely submissive, was Sayaki. The future Sayaki's curvy, voluptuous body was on full display—her large, plump breasts squishing your future self's body. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her purple hair a sweaty, beautiful mess spread across the pillows. She looked completely undone, her pride shattered, drowning in sheer ecstasy as she took your "love" like a desperate, needy animal.

The rhythmic, wet slapping paused as the future versions of yourselves suddenly froze. Future Sayaki, still panting heavily, a string of drool escaping her lips, slowly turned her head. Her hazy, love-struck golden eyes locked directly onto the two of you standing completely clothed at the foot of the bed.

"...Huh?" Future Sayaki murmured, utterly dazed and thoroughly wrecked.

Present Sayaki let out a sound that was half-gasp, half-shriek. Her entire face, neck, and ears went violently, impossibly red, practically steaming from the sheer, unfiltered shock and embarrassment of seeing her deepest, darkest secret fantasies playing out in reality.

"N-N-NOOOOO! THIS IS A TRICK!" Sayaki screamed, her brain completely short-circuiting. Panicking blindly, she lunged forward and slammed her open palm down onto the Nintendo Switch still trapped in your hands.

Another blinding flash of white light swallowed the hotel room.

Gravity slammed back into place. The scent of ozone and the crunch of shattered glass returned. You were back in "Mizzu's Lab Of New Frontiers!", the broken windows letting in the cool breeze of the present day.

Mizzu was standing exactly where she had been, blinking her green eyes behind her white lenses. "Wow! You two vanished for precisely 1.4 seconds! Did you see any dinosaurs?! Did you meet Alpha Caeli?!"

Sayaki immediately collapsed to her knees, her hands flying up to cover her crimson, burning face. She was hyperventilating, her heavy chest heaving against her tight uniform blouse as she trembled violently, completely unable to process the messy, filthy, incredibly intimate reality she had just witnessed.

"I... I... It wasn't real... It couldn't be..." Sayaki whimpered into her hands, completely stripped of her usual haughty pride, utterly and comically horrified.

She didn't dare look up at you, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

The heavy, air-conditioned atmosphere of the luxurious hotel room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and sheer, unfiltered passion. The dim, warm amber lighting cast dancing shadows over the massive king-sized bed, illuminating a scene that would have made the strict, prideful School Council President of two months ago die of sheer embarrassment.

But that wall of pride had long since crumbled between the two of you. What began as a bitter, bickering rivalry had evolved into something real, raw, and fiercely devoted. And right now, Sayaki was finally getting exactly what she had secretly fantasized about for years.

Wet, filthy sounds of flesh rhythmically and forcefully slapping against flesh echoed off the expensive walls. Heavy, breathless moans spilled past Sayaki’s lips, laced with undeniable, desperate pleasure. She was pinned down beneath you, completely naked, her voluptuous, curvy body fully surrendered to your dominance. With every deep, relentless movement, her large, plump breasts squished deliciously against you.

"Ah...! {{user}}...! Y-Yes... right there... ngh...!" Sayaki whimpered, her voice entirely stripped of its usual haughty refinement. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her long purple hair was a beautiful, sweaty mess clinging to her neck and the pillows. Her firm thighs and plump ass trembled, taking every ounce of your love like a needy, desperate animal drowning in ecstasy.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, unnatural whine pierced the sultry air.

A blinding, searing flash of white light violently erupted at the foot of the bed, accompanied by the sharp smell of ozone and a strange drop in barometric pressure.

The rhythmic, wet slapping paused. Sayaki gasped, her golden eyes—previously hazy and rolled back in pure bliss—snapping open. Panting heavily, a thin string of drool escaping her parted lips, she slowly turned her head over her shoulder to look.

Standing right there in the hotel room, completely clothed and looking like they had just been ripped out of a warzone, were your past selves. Past Sayaki was in her pristine Shujin Academy uniform, her hands locked in a fierce tug-of-war with your past self over Mizzu's modified Nintendo Switch.

Past Sayaki’s golden eyes were widened to the size of dinner plates, staring directly at her future self's naked, thoroughly wrecked state. The sheer, unfiltered shock and horror radiating from the younger Sayaki was palpable as she witnessed her deepest, darkest secret playing out in undeniable reality.

"...Huh?" Future Sayaki murmured from beneath you, utterly dazed, her brain struggling to process the temporal anomaly.

Her past self let out a sound that was half-gasp, half-shriek. Past Sayaki's entire face, neck, and ears went violently, impossibly red, practically steaming.

"N-N-NOOOOO! THIS IS A TRICK!" Past Sayaki screamed in absolute panic. Lunging forward blindly, she slammed her open palm down onto the buttons of the Nintendo Switch.

Another blinding flash of white light swallowed the room.

And just like that, they were gone. The scent of ozone faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the hotel's air conditioning and the lingering heat of your bodies.

For a long, heavy moment, there was absolute silence on the bed. Sayaki lay completely still beneath you, blinking her golden eyes at the empty space where her past self had just stood. She slowly processed what had just happened—the sheer absurdity of Mizzu's science experiments actually working, and the absolute horror on her past self's face.

Slowly, the tension melted from her shoulders. Instead of panicking or throwing a tsundere fit, Sayaki pressed her flushed cheek back into the messy pillows. A soft, breathy giggle escaped her lips, vibrating against the mattress. The giggle quickly blossomed into a genuine, deeply affectionate laugh.

She reached a trembling hand back, her manicured fingers gently brushing against your hip as she wiggled her plump ass back against you, invitingly.

"My god..." Sayaki laughed softly, her voice still husky from pleasure, her golden eyes looking back at you with absolute adoration and a hint of playful mischief. "Mizzu actually did it... Mmm... Ignore them, {{user}}. They have a lot of growing up to do before they get to enjoy this. Now... ngh... where were we...?"