Makoto rested his cheek on the table and fixed his stare on the deck of burgers before him. The nearby customers had him as the center of attention as an order for twenty five burgers was not a normal occurrence at Wild Duck Burger. Even with the appropriate stares of disbelief, Makoto was not uncomfortable. He never was because tuning the world out was one of his specialties.

Another specialty was that he could summon different personae and for that reason, he was picked as the leader for the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad to scale the tower of Tartarus. At first the challenge was daunting but largely due to his abilities they were able to make quick progress in a short amount of time. The success came at a price though, namely fatigue and injuries.

Last night his team had traveled a total of fifteen floors which was a new record but the fatigue that came along also broke his will and endurance, especially since he over slept, had to skip breakfast and then lunch because of student council duties. Now, here he was finally with no else to disturb him and his frankly ridiculous appetite.

"Hello!"

Makoto face planted with a good amount of force, just shy of drooling as he was in the middle of picking his first burger. Now he was disturbed and annoyed and as much as he was used to ignoring everything and everyone, he was just as capable of being rude to those who disturbed him.

That was a plan but when he saw his 'intruder' words ceased and his frown was flipped upside down. The person who had disturbed his precious time was none other than...

"Hamuko?"

Hamuko Arisato of Class 2-F, a mysterious female who sat behind him and had the whole school on her manicured fingertips. Even at the current time and place, Makoto was surprised that she was not being followed by a horde of devoted school boys that worshiped the ground that she skipped on. Hamuko received a lot of attention and praise and he could perfectly understand why as the girl was smart, cheerful and beautiful but she did not give much attention in return. In fact, the only recipient of her goodwill was Makoto himself.

"How are you, Makoto-chan?" Hamuko smiled and not even waited for his permission as she made herself comfortable next to him. That was another point. Hamuko affectionately refereed to him as Makoto-chan and that was on the third day. He chalked that up to just flirting but every day Hamuko would get closer and closer, intimately so. Last week, she had given her a glimpse of her jack frost panties during lunch break. Harmless slip she had called but Makoto was starting to figure out her intentions.

Sure, he was called handsome by people but even Makoto had to admit that the girl was out of his league. There was just this fourth dimensional superiority that she had over him and everyone else for that better. Oh well. Not liked she would actually go beyond just harmless flirting as she could score someone way better than him.

Hamuko tapped him on the cheek and clasped his hand under the table with another one of her flirty smile. She stroked a thumb over his knuckles and Makoto blushed when she came uncomfortably close once again, happily leaning her head on his sore shoulder while her other arm went around his waist to hug him. She glanced towards the pile of food and gave a sweet grin, slowly drawling out her words.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Hamuko offered sweetly, picking a single french fry from the bucket and guiding the greasy food into the mouth of the blue haired boy with a small coo, adding adorable train sounds for the heck for it and to further embarrass him. Makoto could only gulp and swallow. He was annoyed but then again he struggled to say anything mean and shrunk back into an obedient puppy whenever she was nearby.

Hamuko tightened the hug, nearly lifting him off the seat and while that was an adorable display of love, Makoto coughed and gave a small wail of pain when she accidentally pressured a wound he had sustained in the tower. Upon that, Hamuko let him off and gasped, getting in his face with obvious worry.

"Are you okay, Makoto-chan?" Hamuko forced him to look at her and Makoto fumbled to reply when he inhaled her rosy breath and scent. He gave another cough and politely backed from the close position while trying to smile.

"Yes, just a bit tired and bruised from kendo practice." Makoto lied and hope she would not press but Hamuko for some reason, saw through his attempt and tilted her head, hands disappearing under the table with the smile reemerging on her face.

"You can think up another lie, my sweet Mako-chan." Hamuko urged with another tilt of her head in the opposite direction. Makoto was the one who lost composure and opened his mouth to talk but instead a small squeak came down and he froze almost melting into a puddle when he felt a sensation on his lower body. More specifically, his crotch.

Makoto gave a befuddled look towards the brunette girl, every fiber of his being from his toes to his lips quivering but the girl, bold and unabashed as always flashed another flirty and hungry smile. She stroked outside of his khakis teasingly, her head lolled against his shoulder but this time Makoto was too stunned to react. Hamuko was stroking the front of his pants. He processed the turn of events again. Still surreal. He made an attempt to break off the contact but her gaze was layered with the same fourth dimensional superiority spoke off earlier and so Makoto remained seated, blushing, shivering and whining softly.

"You got injured in Tartarus, didn't you?" Hamuko said casually when she started stroking him faster and faster, her increase in pace being enough to stop him from muttering anything else but inside his head, Makoto was trying to make sense. The girl was touching his dick and she knew of Tartarus. How in the seventh hell did she know and was she a persona user?

"H-Hamuko..." Makoto managed to mutter her name like a pleased pet and Hamuko found his little whine for attention adorable. She pressed a finger against his lip and went on to slur into his ear.

"My dear Makoto-chan..." Said Makoto-chan found his heart in his dry throat when Hamuko slowly unzipped his pants and stuck her hand inside, melting the words in his throat. He gave another shudder when her cold and rough hand grasped his warm manhood and she began to stroke, giving him a few firm tugs for the opening act. "I dislike seeing you like this, sore and hurt."

"H-Hamuko!"

Hamuko freed his dick from the confines of his uncomfortable pants and Makoto started looking around, almost curling into a ball because this time he could not tune the world out, not with the popular brunette pressed next to him, hand steadily stroking him under the table. He was afraid, petrified even that someone would catch them but Hamuko was comfortable, almost too much in fact. Perhaps she was confident even in the current setting which only made him wonder more about the mysterious girl.

"I want you to become stronger, so much stronger that you will never be hurt again." Hamuko continued the whispering along with the motion of her hand, fast and with considerable amount of force to wash the pain with pleasure. Makoto continued to wince and shudder but he was surprised that even in a public second, Hamuko was able to harden his loins with a few first tugs and he found himself enjoying the bizarre hanjob in the middle of a flipping restaurant. "I'll help you get stronger, sweetie."

"H-How?" Makoto stuck his lower lip between his teeth as Hamuko continued to pump him between her hand. She cast a few side glances to make sure they were hidden and pleasantly so, they were as the nearby customers did not notice what was going on under the table of the couple. What seemed to be a close cuddle was actually an immensely pleasurable handjob that quickly brought Makoto towards the edge of release. "H-Hey..."

"Ssssshhhhhh my darling, you don't want to moan too loud. They might hear us." Hamuko said with a victorious chuckle, glancing down and switching her hand for a better grip. Her tongue popped out and she started running her thumb in circles on the tip, her strokes and tugs growing more in volume and force as she was determined to get him off and watch the rapture on his cute face.

Makoto pushed a finger into his mouth and Hamuko giggled, quickening the pace of her strokes as the boy beside him began to shake and whine some more. She was surprised that he was able to hold on for so long but that thought brought a smile to her face as well. He was inexperienced but he did have the fortitude. Heh. She glanced at his pale and quivering lips and bit her own. She would have kissed him if they were not in public and have him climax while she dominated his mouth in a heated and breathless kiss.

Makoto clenched the can of Mad Bull in his grip when the last stroke made him climax but he tucked his head in and barely silenced the shout of pleasure that had been building in his throat for the past several minutes. Hamuko sensed that as well and at once covered the tip of his length with her hand, making him release onto her palm and fingers. She gave a flirty coo and then a long exhale, palming his slowly softening dick in her hand and giving him another round of strokes, with much less force as he was sensitive and she did not want to hurt him.

"Mmmmm, you came a lot, Makoto-chan." Hamuko said, flicking his length back and forth while Makoto tried to recover on his seat. He was surprised that she had made him climax and not a single other customer was able to figure out what was happening under the table. Or rather, what had previously happened under the table as poor Makoto was spent and a little ashamed that he had dirtied the floor as well. "Awww look you, panting like a pleased pet, so cute."

Makoto gulped at the implication and leaned his head against the seat on which he sat. Finally, Hamuko withdrew her hand from his flaccid length and she made sure to show him the mess he made, palm and fingers stained with his seed. He knew what was coming next but even then he could not prepare himself for the sight as Hamuko faced his direction and slowly licked his cum off her slender fingers, making sure to grin at him in the last second when she was done. The little tidy up session made the heat rise back but Hamuko had tormented the poor boy enough for today as she stood up, hands locked onto her hips as she leaned over to his level, face to face with a very flush Makoto.

"You wantt to get stronger, don't you Makoto-chan?" Hamuko wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, hand crawling up his chin and holding him still because the boy was quivering too much for a passionate moment such as this. "Get stronger personas and protect everyone, yes?"

"H-How do you know...?"

Hamuko sealed his lips with a quick kiss and Makoto lost whatever questions he had for her. She quickly broke the small kiss, not satisfied at the length of the lip lock but that could wait. She gave one last glance under the table, chuckled and then grabbed a few tissues and then walked off but not before a whisper off.

"Stay with me..."

Makoto watched her depart and he made sure to note the way that she walked, sashaying her way out of the restaurant and out of his sight. He took a few minutes to compose himself, embarrassingly making himself decent under the table and then curling when the embarrassment came delayed. Hamuko had stroked him to climax under the table of a public eating place. He was horrified and aroused at the same time and he had so many questions. Who on earth was Hamuko and how did she know all about this? Why was she so attached and affectionate towards him and what did she mean by helping him get stronger?

She said to wait for her and despite the absurdity and the obvious danger, Makoto gave a long sigh and decided to do what she had ordered and not run off the next time. She was obviously very attractive but there was something else about the girl. No one else had given him so much affection in the past decade and even if she was flirting, Makoto found himself enjoying her company somewhat even if the first few encounters were downright absurd and bizarre for his liking.

Makoto was going to wait for her. Speaking off waiting and horror...

He was more horrified to know that his food had grown cold and that there were no refunds!

"Noooooooooooooo!"

Had this idea after another browse of MinaMina on the internet. Basically Hamuko is on her new game plus and Makoto is a clueless little puppy for her and her devious schemes. I have a good plan of how this will proceed, a mixture of smut, fluff and humor. I hope so at least.

Do review for more. For people who ask why I usually do not update well, nobody reviews and I automatically lose the interest and move on to something else. Do try to review. Lifeline of authors.

I had a sorta out there request and uhhh... you will see. It is being worked on. For the one waiting, you will see it. You know who you are.

During these time I hope all of you are safe.

Bye.