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Hiro was distracted by two things right now. Well, it was more like a stack of two things, one distracting from what he'd originally been distracted by. And despite how some common teasing went at St. Ashmiel's, that wasn't because he was staring at a pair of tits.

The first layer was due to having been separated from Zero Two. That wasn't exactly alarming, even though they were taking a day off-campus to explore the city; specifically, there were on a pier by the waterfront, one of those huge installations with amusements and food vendors in place despite being built over the ocean. She couldn't have gotten too far, and her combination of pink hair and red horns would make her stick out from the crowd eventually.

The thing that had distracted him from that was the lion. Yes, lion. There was a lion, one with a coal-coloured coat and a fiery mane, the whole beast appearing to ooze red energy. Even the fact it was laying with its head on its crossed paws should have made for an alarming sight, though apparently nobody else deigned to acknowledges its existence.

It noticed Hiro though, golden eyes watching his every move.

"Well that was an adventure. If I'm bein' nice about it."

Vanessa's tone summed up everyone's feelings. That had been a tough fight, tough enough that it had been a relatively huge team effort and everyone except Issei got cursed. It was a relief they could retreat to what was actually a super fancy safehouse - a nice beachhouse, hidden in the palm groves, with both a pool to sit beside and a private beach right there, all promising to be very inviting places to rest once the sun came up the next day.

Vanessa was amazing how natural that felt, because hers was the first line. This was one of Scheherazade's fantasies, or more accurately a continuation of their less abusive but no less hedonistic take on the taimanin mythos. Vanessa - and Ann, Narmaya, Medusa, and the dolls - all felt tired like they'd had a tough fight, but still had the endurance to wind down and assess themselves before resting.

Which was just as well, since the "curse" had left everyone affected without a chest, or more accurately, without tits. It was kind of surreal seeing a bunch of women who were normally rocking double D's at the absolute smallest walking around as ironing boards, with their taimanin suits shrunk to match. Vanessa suspected the supernatural nature of the setting they were in was the main reason she didn't feel off-balance.

"So what are we gonna do about..." Ann touched her flat chest, clearly bothered by it. "...this?"

"With the demon slain, it will wear off." Medusa was a rehabilitated monster in this setting. So she had her yellow scales and claws on her hands and feet, and was tall as her gorgon form, but lacked the tails a snake-hair. "Eventually."

"How long is eventually?" Bastet grumbled.

"Maybe a month. Then they'll start growing back the same speed they did the first time."

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