Misfeet of the magic world

As the sun began to set, Yurika lounged in a hammock in the coven's commons, dangling her bare feet to and fro.

"Oi, stop swinging your feet at me," Yabei snarled.

"You could always move."

"I was working here, and I'm the noble."

Yurika scowled and gave Yabei's face a light smack with her foot.

"KYAH! HOW DARE YOU, C- COMMON... COMMONOR!" Yabei cried as she recoiled away in fear.

The reaction surprised Yurika. She was well-aware of the prestige of Yabei's family, so someone such as her reacting in such a manner seemed mystifying. More mystifying was why she was even here.

"I get my personality probably screwed me big, but she doesn't seem too haughty. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her magic yet. Could it be something unique? Probably. That's the only fathomable explanation considering we've got Calli here," Yurika thought as she glanced over at the hammock next to her.

Still wearing her gas mask, though now much calmer than before, Calli painted her toenails as she rocked to and fro.

"Still wearing the mask?" Yurika asked.

Calli's good mood evaporated. "I can sure as hell take it off, but I do that and you all die, I get strapped to a missile and launched towards wherever the international magic ministry wants to get rid of."

"All because you can't control your toxicity output?"

"I'm lucky it's just that and I don't got eyes growing out of my ass!"

"What exactly happened?"

"The past... The past is to remain... the past," Doku mumbled as he made a sudden appearance.

"Oi, this is the girl's quarter. Out."

"A king can visit his wives freely."

All eyes glared in his direction.

"Doku, I'll vomit in your mouth if you flirt with other girls," Calli threatened.

"I approve. Vomit is more volatile than saliva."

"Um, gross?" Yurika scoffed.

"Our kisses aren't gross!" Calli fumed as she slammed her foot into Yurika's smooth head.

"Kyah! My head's extra sensitive thanks to the shaving ritual!"

"Your fault, not mine! I hate baldness anyway!"

Yurika glared and flicked her wrist, summoning some whip cream from the fridge. Without hesitation, she sent torrents of whip cream oozing out onto Calli's head, yet that was only the start. Before Calli could react, Yurika used her magic to wrap her up in her hammock, turning her into a makeshift cream puff. Muffled protests roared out as the hammock slowly began to dissolve.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" Calli shouted as she plopped onto the ground, whip cream clinging to her head and clothes.

Yabei quickly scurried away to her room as Yurika slowly floated down and stared off with Calli. "I don't feel like using magic, so how about we keep it to just physical kicks," Yurika smiled.

"I just painted my fucking toenails!"

But Yurika had vanished, reappearing right in front of Calli, giving her no time to react as she kicked her square in the face, sending her flying into the wall. Blood oozed out of her head as she slumped down and twitched before going motionless.

"And I'll take responsibility," Yurika smirked as she slipped into her sneakers and hauled Calli away.

...

"You're a malicious woman," Levia scowled as he stared down at Calli.

"Think "violent" is the word you should've used," Yurika smirked.

"No, malicious is right. You brought her to me so that you could try and learn more about her condition."

"What is her condition?"

"Under oath not to tell. Ask her yourself."

"And if she doesn't tell me?"

"You don't find out."

Yurika clicked her tongue and crossed her legs as she sat down in a chair.

"Stay all you want, I won't leak anything. Actually, don't stay all night. We do have visiting hours and whatnot."

"I want some ointment for my sore head. She made physical contact you know."

Levia let out a heavy sigh. "I'll tell you this; radiation doesn't seep out through Calli's pores, so there's no danger in you being contaminated."

"And if she gave my feet a little lick?"

Levia paused. "I doubt she did."

Yurika shrugged and slipped her right foot out of her sneaker, holding up in front of Levia's face.

"Nice try, but that green stuff isn't contamination," Levia snarled as he splashed Yurika's foot with some water, washing away the guacamole she had smeared on it before coming here.

"Well, guess you got rewarded for your deduction," Yurika huffed as she shoved her foot back in her sneaker before standing up.

"I want my real reward to be you leaving."

"Heartbreaker. It's a crime you look so twinky."

"I never asked for these looks."

"Then grow a beard."

"I can't."

"A stache?"

"Did that and everyone called me "Dr. Sleeze" with how sleezy it made me look. I waxed my face so I'd never grow it again.

"Maybe wax your head-"

"No. I said I never asked for these looks, but that doesn't mean I hate them. I just hate it when annoyances like you use them as conduits to test my patience."

"Calli-"

"Out."

And with the flick of his wrist, Levia summoned a wall of water to sweep Yurika away, drenching her in the process.

"Whelp, it does feel good not having wet hair anymore at least," Yurika sighed as she picked herself up and began her trek back to the dorm.

However, the allure of the neon in the distance drew her from her path.

"Come to think of it, I haven't really explored the night life here. Nor have I gone back to that snob at the mall. My student card should allow me to earn more cash."

As the naughty Yurika decided to head out for some fun, a tree she passed by suddenly sprouted a human face.

"Hoh, hoh? She's that one from the ceremony. And it's already past 10. Curfew's a thing even for adults in college," the tree chuckled as it returned to it's original human form.

A neighboring bush also began to morph back into human form, and joined up with the one that had been a tree. Though shadowed from the moonlight, the malicious and lustful grins of their teeth pierced through the dark night.

"Bitch might be hideously smooth, but a bitch is still a bitch. Wonder how it'll feel to give her a good smack," one of the figures chuckled.