Chapter 2

While I had known from a very young age that I wanted to be a photographer, it wasn't until my high school years that I knew I wanted to be a gravure photographer. If one could see the general student body of Hanzo Academy they would understand in an instant exactly why. It was an ocean of gorgeous faces, perky boobs, lovely legs, and short skirts. I was honestly hard-pressed to think of a single girl I had seen during those three years that I would have considered ugly. Nearly all of them were beautiful, some weren't so in the traditional sense, but had other qualities that made them pretty to me. Perhaps I had low standards, or just a wider range of interest. Perhaps my keen photographer's eye picked up on things that others didn't. Or perhaps the women of this school truly were beautiful by anyone's standards.

Either way, it made coming to class every day and sitting through the boring lectures much easier knowing I had such bountiful eye-candy waiting for me. I took many candid shots throughout the day, as I was pretty good at doing so without being noticed. My camera was almost always hanging from my neck, and it was also totally silent with a flash feature that could be disabled. All I had to do was line up the shot without bringing it to my face, which was something that came surprisingly easy to me, and click the button.

Katsuragi was in my class, a fact that made the other members of the fan-club incredibly jealous, so she found herself the unwitting victim of my candid shots quite frequently. Especially since she had a tendency to leave the first few buttons of her uniform undone. Even now during math class, as Kiriya droned on about advanced algorithms, I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. She sat a ways in front of me and a row over, and was currently dozing off. She was even in a position where I could catch some significant side-boob, not that it was particularly hard with her melons.

I couldn't help but think about the dream I

all you have to do is look me in the eyes

had the night before as I leaned forward to rest the camera on my desk and carefully and stealthily angled it toward her. That one particular line stood out to me still, I couldn't get it out of my head. I even wrote it down in my notes for an earlier class without

and snap your fingers.

even realizing it.

With a deep breath to clear my head I pressed the button and snapped the photo silently. Even still, a few of the other students were looking at me suddenly, and even Kiriya was glaring at me from the front of the class.

"Saitou-san, do you have anything to add?" He asked in a calm but slightly peeved tone. Kiriya was never fond of interruptions.

"Uh, no." I said.

"Then please don't snap your fingers during my lesson again."

My eyes widened slightly. "Y-yes sir."

Had I snapped my fingers without even realizing it? My dream last night was really fucking with me. I shook my head briefly and tried to concentrate on the lesson for the rest of the class.

Time flew by and the bell rang before long. It was lunch period now, but I wasn't particularly hungry, so I just remained in my seat, idly fidgeting with my camera to pass the time.

"Saitou-san?" Ikaruga, our class representative, approached me. Ikaruga was beautiful in a very traditional way, with long, straight-cut black hair. Her boobs were huge, too, probably only a cup smaller than Katsuragi's. I was only slightly ashamed of the fact that my eyes stopped on her impressive rack before continuing up to her face.

"Yes?" I couldn't imagine why Ikaruga wanted to talk to me.

"I just wanted to check up on you, it isn't normal for you to cause interruptions like that."

I should have known. I rolled my eyes internally. "I know, if I'm being honest, I didn't even know I did it."

"Really?" Ikaruga seemed surprised by this.

"Yeah, it's a photography technique I learned recently." I said, thinking fast and lifting my camera up a bit. "I guess it's developing into something of a tick." For emphasis, I snapped my fingers again and chuckled. "I'll keep it under control, I promise."

Something in her stance shifted. "O-oh, I see. Thank you Satoshi-kun." It took me a moment to realize that she had just changed honorifics with me. And she even called me by my first name. I had to admit, there was something very satisfying about hearing someone so gorgeous refer to me so casually and closely, but for someone as rigid and traditional as Ikaruga it stood out like a sore thumb.

"N-no problem." I said. I decided not to say anything about it.

"Um, I haven't had my lunch yet, shall we go together? The rooftop shouldn't have anyone up there."

And now she was asking me to have lunch with her? Something was definitely going on. We were amiable enough but Ikaruga never showed signs of wanting to do this before. Still, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by. She was very pretty and was even a friend of Katsuragi.

"Sure!" I still wasn't very hungry, but I was more than happy to hang out with her while she ate. She quickly returned to her desk to grab her bento and then we made our way upstairs.

On the way up to the roof I couldn't stop thinking about how weird this situation was. Meanwhile, Ikaruga was walking beside me, and I could tell she kept glancing at me as she did. She was slightly flushed as well, making her even more adorable than normal. But why would she be blushing? It almost seemed like this was some romcom anime and she was crushing on me. But there was no way that was the case, we barely ever talked, and never spoke about anything besides classroom matters.

Finally, we arrived at the rooftop and sat down at one of the benches facing out over the city and she opened her bento. I was unsurprised to see that it was very neatly organized, but I was a bit shocked by how much protein there was. I couldn't imagine anyone other than an athlete would need as much as she had, and as far as I knew, Ikaruga wasn't on any sports teams. Still, it wasn't any of my business what she ate. I had no room to judge, my diet was almost entirely comprised of cheap ramen and chips.

I turned to look out across the blue skies. "This is nice." I said.

"Mm-hm." She replied, probably with her mouth full.

The view was gorgeous. The distant city buildings stretched into the clear skies. Leaning forward a bit with my camera in hand, I did my best to fit the lens through one of the gaps in the chain-link fence surrounding the rooftop. I took a quick photo of the scene and reminded myself to try and come back here at night sometime. I was sure the city would look stunning after the sun went down.

"You always have that camera with you, don't you?" Ikaruga asked.

"Sure do. Never know when you might come across a photo opportunity."

"Do you have any plans to do anything with your photography skills? After high school that is."

"Well, I've always wanted to be a professional photographer," I replied, omitting the sort of photographer I wanted to be. Ikaruga just barely started being friendly with me, I didn't want to scare her away so quickly. "Well, that was after I had gotten over the I-want-to-be-a-dinosaur-when-I-grow-up phase anyway."

She laughed, and I sat back down on the bench next to her. I took a peek over at her just in time to see her bring a futomaki roll up to her mouth to eat. When her lips closed around the very tip of the roll my imagination got the better of me for a brief moment, and an image of her wrapping her lips around something very different bubbled up to the forefront of my mind. To make matters worse, a bit of cream from her roll gushed out onto her lip, and I saw her neck bulge slightly as she swallowed a bite of her food.

I quickly turned away again, aware that my own cheeks had flushed a bit with that thought. For a few more minutes I just looked out across the sky, once again trying to decipher this strange situation to distract me. The weirdest thing was the way she addressed me. One minute it was business-as-usual "Saitou-san", and then seconds later she went full "Satoshi-kun". And then there was the strange shift in her mannerisms. I tried my best to think of what I did in the interim, hoping to find some hint I may have unintentionally dropped.

look me in the eyes and snap your fingers

My eyes widened slightly as realization was starting to form.

"Satoshi-kun." Ikaruga said from beside me. She sounded closer than she was before.

I looked over to find that she had finished her lunch and had set the empty bento on the ground beneath us. She was leaning toward me, propped up on one arm; her face was inches away from mine. This position shattered my previous train of thought, and before I could even react to her proximity she practically jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck, mashing her huge breasts against my arm, and planting a deep, passionate kiss on my lips.

My head was spinning. My class representative was kissing me. I felt something slippery slide in-between my lips, parting the gap and worming its way inside. I stood corrected, my class representative was kissing me with tongue. While surprised, confused, and close to a revelation about the cause of this; I had too much pride not to return the kiss.

This was my first kiss with a girl since my ex, and it was Ikaruga to boot. While I didn't share the same sort of affection for her as I did Katsuragi, I couldn't deny that my busty classmate had found a place in my fantasies on multiple occasions. I was certainly not disappointed by any means with this development.

Moving almost by instinct, I brought my hand up behind her head to hold it as we made out with each other. It was a passionate, lovers kiss. The kind you would give to someone you had been dating for at least several months. It was heated too, she was practically violating my mouth with her tongue, like she needed to kiss me. A deep, powerful, primal need.

"Kyeh heh heh…"

We both jumped and parted lips to see the source of the chuckle behind our bench. Looking down at us with a cheeky grin and eyes that just screamed "look what we have here", was the legendary blonde pervert herself.

"Katsuragi-chan!" Ikaruga stared wide-eyed at our classmate. "What are you doing up here?"

"Peeping, obviously." She put her hands on her hips triumphantly. "I think the more interesting question is what are you doing up here?"

Ikaruga was flushed as red as a tomato. "I'm spending time with my boyfriend, obviously." WHAT. "I don't need you nosing around in my business."

I had to wonder if my ears were working correctly. It sounded like Ikaruga just called me her boyfriend.

"But it's so uncharacteristic of Ikaruga-chan to be doing something so lewd." Katsuragi replied, wiggling around with delight at what she had just found. "Even if it's with her boyfriend."

"W-we were just kissing, Katsuragi-chan."

That pretty much sealed the deal. She definitely said that we were a couple, and to top it off, it sounded like even Katsuragi knew we were a couple. The only person that seemed surprised about this news was me, and I was in the supposed relationship. The pieces weren't fitting together in any way, this wasn't jiving with reality as I understood it for sure.

I'll be all yours

The train of thought that had been derailed by the kiss made its way back to me, and the gears were turning in my head at last; slowly, but surely. While my two classmates were busy arguing with each other, I was lost to my own thoughts, working things out as best as I could.

When I spoke to Ikaruga in the classroom I was looking her in the eyes, as anyone having a conversation would probably do, then I snapped my fingers as a demonstration. It was in that exact moment her demeanor shifted. It was just like what my dream told me to do, and now Ikaruga believed she was my girlfriend. And to top it off, Katsuragi believed it too. If the instructions in my dream were to be believed, this would only last an hour though. Just enough time for lunch.

I had to put my naturally-inclined skepticism aside for the time being, because there was too much evidence that I had a strange new power for it to just be a coincidence. It certainly couldn't be a prank, there was no way anyone would know the details of the dream I had last night, and even if they did, Ikaruga wouldn't have a full-on make-out session with me just to drive home the prank. They also had no way of guaranteeing I would snap my fingers in that exact moment, I did it on a total whim.

But if it wasn't a prank then why? I was pretty certain I didn't have this kind of power before today, it would have manifested by now for sure. I didn't snap my fingers often, but I had been alive for two decades, there was no way I had never snapped my fingers while looking someone in the eyes in that massive stretch of time.

The necklace around my neck suddenly felt a bit heavier.

No. Fucking. Way.

Could this have been what my father meant when he said that this necklace was the reason he managed to get so lucky? It certainly might be if this necklace truly could grant these kinds of abilities. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. My head was spinning again, and my reality was crumbling before me.

"I need to go!" I suddenly shouted and stood up, startling both of my classmates in the process. I rather clumsily but hastily made my way back to the stairwell leading down into the building. I needed to be alone, desperately.

I bolted down the stairs, faster than I honestly should have, and I heard my two classmates call after me from the open door to the roof but I was too far gone by now. My head was spinning and there was a pit in my stomach. Special superpowers weren't a thing, they just weren't. If they were, I would have heard about them by now. The public would be talking about people who had them constantly, and there would be much more compelling evidence for them.

I was running through the hallways now, without any real care for how fast I was going or even where my destination was. I just needed to run, I was frankly afraid, and I was having an existential crisis so my adrenaline was out of control.

I was moving so fast that I didn't have enough time to react as someone rounded a corner from a connecting hallway and stepped directly in my path. I ran into them full force, knocking them down as my momentum carried me forward and top of them.

"Oof!"

"Kya!"

With a thud we both crashed onto the linoleum floor, notebooks and papers scattering around us. My face was immediately pressed into something remarkably soft, and it took me a second to realize the exclamation of the unfortunate victim of my recklessness was distinctly female-sounding.

I quickly lifted myself up, the adrenaline in my veins forcing me to ignore the pain of doing so, and found myself staring directly into the breasts that my head had been resting on a second before. I swiftly lifted myself off and fell backward, the pain finally catching up with me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed half in pain but half in disappointment for my carelessness. "I'm so sorry!"

The girl propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed the back of her head. She was a rather ordinary-looking, albeit cute, girl with dark brown hair done into a ponytail and brown eyes. Her breasts were large as well. Smaller than Ikarugas but only barely, maybe only a cup size difference at most. The aspect of her that stood out the most was a bright red scarf tied around her neck with two tails fanning out behind her.

"It's okay, are you all right?" She asked. I was once again ashamed that the one who got crashed into was asking me, the one who ran into her, if I was hurt.

"I'm…" I was about to say I was fine, but my confusion and panic was returning, "I'm not fine. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm afraid, I'm stressed, and I don't know what to do about it." My voice was shaking, and I was beginning to shake as well. My eyes were closed, and I was running my hands through my hair like a madman.

Suddenly I felt two very soft hands plant themselves on my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see the girl smiling at me warmly and looking me in the eyes.

"I don't know what's going on, but don't worry about it. I'm sure everything will turn out all right!" There was a determined look in her eyes as she said this, and she confidently put one of her hands into a fist for emphasis.

I had to admit, something about her somewhat naïve positivity was infectious, and it was certainly cute. I supposed to some degree I may have been overreacting. At worst this discovery meant there was far more mystery to the world than I thought, and clearly not enough mystery to have been a problem up until this point.

"I'm Asuka, by the way, it's nice to meet you. And don't worry, I'm just fine." Her smile somehow grew even warmer.

"Satoshi. Thank you, I needed that more than I thought." I replied and returned the smile. I wished in that moment that I could just snap a photo of her warm smile, it was very picturesque.

After standing up I helped her to her feet as well, though she didn't seem to need it. She was quite spry. Her hand was incredibly soft, I noted as I gripped it. After assisting her in picking up her notebooks and papers that had scattered everywhere I bid her farewell, apologized, and thanked her again.

I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, largely ignoring my lessons in favor of trying to get to the bottom of everything that had happened. The rest of my interactions with Ikaruga and Katsuragi that day were back to the way they were before, like lunch had never happened. I noted, with interest, that while Ikaruga didn't remember kissing me or calling me her boyfriend, she did remember eating lunch with me and enjoying the experience.

I still had a lot to think about and spent the rest of the day doing just that.

I was walking home when my phone rang, breaking me out of my introspective daze.

"Hello?"

"Hey kiddo!" The sound of my father's voice came through. Oddly enough, he was just the man I wanted to talk to. "How are you doing?"

"Good." I replied, mostly on instinct. "I'm walking home right now." I was burying the lead primarily because I wanted confirmation that my father knew what the necklace could do. I didn't want to accuse him of anything if I wasn't sure.

"Glad to hear. So, um, did anything interesting happen at school today?"

It didn't take him long to show his hand, it seemed. That question alone was enough confirmation for me.

"Got something you'd like to tell me, dad?" I asked with just a hint of venom in my tone. I was honestly pretty peeved that he wouldn't tell me about what the necklace could do.

"Ah, so I suppose that's a yes, and clearly you've nailed down the source as well."

"Why didn't you tell me this necklace would literally give me superpowers?"

I heard a heavy sigh from the other line. "Kiddo, be honest, would you have believed me if I did?"

He had me there. I didn't even believe it was _lucky_ much less supernatural before today. "You're right, I suppose. Still, it freaked me out. So, tell me, what exactly does this thing do?"

"Well it has a number of uses. Which ones have you found out about so far?"

I blushed a little, remembering the kiss. "Um, the finger-snapping thing."

"Gotcha. There are a few particulars about that power that you might not have noticed but are important to know. During the time that the effect is active, the girl you snapped your fingers at will be completely willing to do anything you want them to, barring anything that would actually put them in obvious physical danger. In addition, they will treat you as though they are in a relationship with you. But not only them, everyone you interact with during this time will do the same, and act like it's always been that way."

"I did actually notice that part, I was interrupted."

"Well there's no risk to being caught, and there's no risk to anything you do while that effect is in place, because everyone who was involved will forget everything that happens, instead they will remember vague aspects of the encounter, but never anything that would concern them while the effect was inactive. Make sense?"

"Yeah and I noticed that bit too."

"Okay, then the last thing about that power that I can guarantee you didn't notice is that anything you did with them during the time while the effect was active will become something that they genuinely enjoy even when the time runs out. The more you do it, the more fetishized it will become for them."

That was pretty interesting. So that meant Ikaruga enjoyed kissing a little more now.

"Now another thing that the necklace does for you is that it makes absolutely anyone you are attracted to start to develop feelings for you very gradually. It will take a long time to build up and it will only build when they are around you, but they will also actively try to find excuses to hang out with you more often."

"That sounds like it could get out of hand very fast." I pointed out.

"Luckily, the necklace has a way of dealing with that. At any point you can tell someone that you don't want your relationship to progress any further, or even shut it down entirely. For instance, if someone comes to you and confesses, you can tell them that you just want to be friends and they will stay that way with no hurt feelings. Alternatively, you can tell them you aren't interested at all and they will simply treat you like a friendly acquaintance, once again, without consequence."

"That's good, I suppose. Anything else I really need to know about?"

"Yes, concerning the bit we just talked about. It is possible to reverse it, all you need to do is snap your fingers at them and it will begin again. There are a few more things that the necklace does but it's a little, uh, uncomfortable to talk about with my son. Besides, I'm sure you'll figure it out pretty quick anyway. I promise it won't be anything that will freak you out as much as maybe the snapping thing did.

"There is just one last thing, taking off the necklace doesn't reverse anything you've done, all it does is prevent you from snapping and stops the supernatural gradual relationship growth across the board. So, you don't need to worry about your moms and I getting a divorce anytime soon."

"Okay then." I said, feeling a bit better knowing my father hadn't ruined his life by giving me the pendant.

"So now that you know what it does, I expect there to be a full-fledged Satoshi-devoted harem waiting for us when we get back!" With that he let out bellowing laughter.

I sighed and pressed my thumb and forefinger against the bridge of my nose before hanging up the phone.

So that was it, this necklace truly was the reason my father managed to land three wives. And now that I had it, I could follow in his footsteps if I felt so inclined. At the moment I wasn't so keen on the idea of having a harem, but at the very least this necklace could actually help me get a girlfriend who would be into anything I could possibly want to do.

My thoughts trailed to my internet search history.

Okay, maybe not anything... maybe...

The morality of having such a necklace didn't bother me too much. The way I saw it, the relationship still developed in a natural way, it was just artificially helped along. And besides, my perverted nature and desire was overpowering my morals right now.

My walk home was a much less introspective and much more positive one. I wondered idly if I was going to see that Asuka girl again, she really helped me out today.

By the time I got home both of my sisters had returned as well. They went to Gessen Academy, which was closer to our home but it was an all-girls school so I had to go to Hanzo instead. I used to hate having to travel so far everyday but learned to love the scenic trips back and forth, the route I took managed to provide many photo opportunities. Either way, it meant that my siblings tended to make it home before me.

After dropping off my bag in my room I went to watch TV. Rika was already on the couch, surfing the channels. Rika was the tallest of the three of us, with sun-kissed skin and green eyes.

"Hey bro. First day of freedom, huh?" She chuckled.

I smiled and sat down with her. "I guess so. Probably won't feel too much different. Our food quality is gonna plummet though."

Rika knowingly grinned at me. "What? I'm sure Nanako can whip up something good."

I could feel myself gag a little at the thought. "Please no. I'd rather just order delivery." Nanako was not a good cook.

Rika laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not a fan either. She isn't going anywhere near that kitchen unless it's to get snacks."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she managed to burn those too."

Rika laughed again.

There was a brief silence as we both idly watched the news, however Rika seemed pretty interested in something about me, she kept looking at me before turning away. Finally, she turned to me and spoke. "Hey, isn't that dad's necklace?"

"Yeah, he gave it to me last night."

"How come?"

"He said it was the reason he managed to end up with our moms, like it was a lucky charm or something. I decided to wear it so we didn't have to talk about it anymore." I half-lied. While that was the reason I wore it initially, I didn't think it would be a good idea to tell my sister that it granted me special powers.

"Aw, but it was starting to get really funny."

I rolled my eyes and there was another brief silence. "Hey, is anyone in the bathroom? I need to take a leak." I asked. In a house with seven people it was always a good idea to ask, there were only three at the moment, but I sort of asked out of habit.

"Ew," Rika replied and then hesitated for a brief moment, "nah, nobody is in there."

"Cool." I got up and strolled to the bathroom, making my way down the hall. If I weren't mentally exhausted from all of the day's events, I probably would have taken more interest in my sister's hesitation. As it stood, my brain was very sluggish. So much that her pause only registered as something to be concerned about once I had already reached the door and slid it open.

Like many well-off Japanese households, our bathroom was segmented into two parts, one part for the bath and shower, and one part for the toilet. As it happens, the latter in my home was also where the laundry was done. Fairly convenient since it made it easy to put away dirty clothes and get new ones right after a bath.

At the immediate moment, this room also had one more addition that I was not expecting. Standing in the center of the room, having just barely removed her towel, was my other sister Nanako. The short pink-haired girl's nude body was in full view: her modest, flat chest with surprisingly puffy nipples, as well as her completely bare pussy.

The two of us just stood there in stunned silence for a moment, not quite sure how to react yet. My brain was running so slow that I didn't even comprehend what I was seeing until it was much too late. By the time it caught up, I realized I might have been able to get away with this if she hadn't had her glasses on. Unfortunately, she did, and could see me clear as day.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" First, I heard the scream, then I felt her towel slap into my face with enough force that I was knocked down onto my ass. Within a split second I heard the sliding door slam shut with a loud WHAP!

I heard the unmistakable sounds of laughter coming from down the hall. Rika had her hands over her gut as she walked toward me howling with glee.

"What the hell, Rika, you said nobody was in there!"

"I know, and you fell for it! That was classic." She walked past me and into her room, still chuckling as she did.

Pranks were pretty common in this house, usually they were at least somewhat mitigated by my parents, but without them around these couple of months were going to be chaos. Rika was a natural trickster at heart, and Nanako was a gifted schemer. And being the brother and one of the only males in the household, I was frequently the target of such tricks and schemes. This particular prank didn't seem well thought out though, there were many ways it could have gone wrong, especially if I weren't so exhausted from the day's events.

I stood up and waited a few minutes for my sibling to finish up, being a bit lost in thought. For some reason I kept thinking about her body and how petite it was. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake her for my younger sister, she was quite a bit shorter than me and naturally slender; not to mention her obsession with cutesy things and especially cats. She technically was my younger sister, they both were, but Nanako was only by a month.

Rika was actually the youngest of us, but was not only the tallest by an inch, but also had considerably more curves than Nanako. Which, now that I thought of it, were traits she shared with her mother. All of us seemed to take after our mothers more than our father.

The door slid open and Nanako stood there, cheeks puffed with anger. "Stupid siscon freak." She remarked, venomously.

"Blame it on Rika. She knew you were in there and said it was empty." I didn't wait for her reaction before walking past her into the bathroom to do my business.

As I did said business I kept thinking about what happened. I couldn't really help it, something about Nanako's puffy nipples had surprised me, and

siscon freak

stood out to me. I looked at the necklace briefly, as an idle thought I wondered if the finger snap would transcend taboos like incest…

Wait, what the hell was I thinking? I shook my head clear of those sorts of thoughts, and easily forgot about it for the rest of the night. As I made my way from the restroom to my room I could hear Nanako's angered yelling, at her sister who was howling with laughter.