Rito Yuuki was feeling a little bit on edge for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. For some reason, every small, mildly unexpected noise attracted his attention like a bullhorn. Then once it was identified as something harmless or mundane he would let out a sigh of relief. Why was that? It wasn’t as if anything had happened today that merited that kind of reaction. It wasn’t as if he was expecting anything really weird to kick off at a moment’s notice. So why this persistent feeling of dread?
On consideration, perhaps it was because nothing strange had happened yet. It had been a perfectly ordinary school day so far, and even the incident earlier on with the girls’ changing room had wound up having nothing to do with him at all. He didn’t even see the girls chase the pervert off or anything. It felt like a knife was hovering overhead, waiting to drop at any moment. The moment he lowered his guard.
His gaze drifted over towards Lala, who was doodling in a notebook. The smile on her face should have been a little worrisome, but his initial reaction was that she looked kinda cute. It hid rather effectively just how unintentionally dangerous she was, and now that he was looking at her he noticed that all this time she had been humming slightly to herself. Rito hadn’t even thought anything of it. Just about every other noise had made him jump, but not the sound of her humming happily away. How strange. Why was that?
“Say, what’re you drawing?” he asked, trying to peer over her shoulder, but she quickly hid it away. Not because she was shy. Just being playful.
“Ah-ah! Not until it’s finished!” she admonished. “It’s gonna be super handy dandy! You’ll love it!”
Goodness, that was a lot of dread he was feeling right now all of a sudden. As if the spectre of death had appeared right behind him, and was getting ready to strike with its scythe.
“Rito Yuuki! Lala Deviluke!” a familiar voice roared. Rito felt a hand clasp his collar, and roughly turn him around to face the furious face of Yui Kotegawa. “How completely shameless! Do you have any idea how many breaches you are committing?!”
“Uh…” he blinked. Was he? Were they? “No?” he offered. Lala shrugged as well. “Not really?”
“I didn’t think you would, somehow!” Yui growled. The other students stepped away, tried to pretend they were ignoring what was happening lest Yui catch them in the act of… Something as well. “Come with me! I will show you the example of the perfect upstanding and moral student. Perhaps you will learn something from her!”
Arguing with Yui when she was in this kind of mood was almost as futile as trying to teach Lala these lessons in the first place. Their brains just wouldn’t bother receiving the information and keep on doing what they were already doing. Rito sighed and allowed himself to be dragged through the corridor. In a way he felt rather sorry for whichever girl Yui had grabbed to serve as her perfect role model, because now that girl had expectations that she had better not ever think about betraying, or -
Then, quite without warning or preparation the three of them came face to face with Rito’s longtime crush, the adorable, sweet and innocent Haruna. Oh, how could anyone fail to be drawn to that girl? So sweet, so kind, so pretty and smart! And stacked. Like, as in, wow. He was pretty sure she wasn’t quite <i>that</i> big before, right? Her blouse was straining quite resiliently against the internal pressure and deserved a medal of accomplishment in the face of extreme adversity.
“Oh, wow!” Lala cooed, skipping over to poke a finger into those oversized melons. Haruna giggled and blushed. “How did that happen? That’s soooo cool! They don’t hurt, do they? Can I see them?”
“W-Well,” Haruna stammered, blushing quite a great deal and twirling around a foot. “I don’t know about that… I mean…” Her gaze flicked up towards him, and the two of them quickly averted their eyes towards other locations.
“Ahem!” a voice intruded. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Indeed they had. Somehow, Rito had become so captivated by Haruna’s big change that he had completely forgotten the reason they were there in the first place! Which only went to show how much of a shock it was seeing her like that, honestly it was almost absurd and the only thing stopping it was that somehow, Haruna made those jugs work.
“To remind you shameless, scatterbrained fools!” Yui growled, striding towards Haruna, then spinning around with arms folded across her chest and an impatient foot tapping away relentlessly on the ground. “I brought you here to show you the perfect female student! And here she is! Haruna is the vision I have for our school’s future!”
“Oh, you’re too kind!” Haruna said. “I mean, I’m nothing special, really. Surely there’s someone else?”
“Not at all,” Yui wagged a finger. “I will hear no more of this modesty! Yes, there is no doubt in my mind that you are the very vision for our school’s new future! A future of slutty behaviour and shameless uniforms!”
“… Uh…” Rito said, slowly raising his hand as if to ask a question. “… Did you just say what I think you just said?”
“She said something about slutty behaviour and shameless uniforms,” Lala confirmed. “It sounds like fun when she puts it like that. What does ‘slutty’ mean?”
He hadn’t the heart to explain, but then again his mind was already racing. What had happened here? Something was very wrong with this scene! Haruna with a greatly enhanced bust, Yui behaving like - Well, sort of like the opposite of her usual behaviour! The two things had to be connected somehow, but he couldn’t see the connection. Whatever it was, it would probably be up to him and Lala to put it right, and somehow it would end with him being either naked, pummeled or, most likely of all, both.
“She really is perfect,” Yui said. “Notice how her skirt barely clings to her hips as if it might fall down at any moment?” Honestly, he hadn’t but now that he was looking… “But more impressive still is her blouse, which is clearly too small for her. In the report I will submit tomorrow, all girls must wear their blouse exactly like this! Tie it off, just under the breasts so that everything between them and your skirt is bare for the world to see! So shameless! So sexy! Especially since it allows someone with a particularly naughty mind to do something like <i>this</i>!”
Yui reached out and tugged at the bottom of Haruna’s blouse, and then something rather peculiar happened. The blouse fell apart down the middle, and both halves ran away from each other because all the tension had been released all at once. In spite himself, Rito couldn’t make himself blink or turn away. They were right there, and they were… Beautiful. That blouse did much more than merely conceal them; it downplayed just how completely perfect they were.
And then, he heard Lala enthusiastically gasp. She stepped forward, suddenly holding a strange instrument. This brought reality crashing back into his mind, albeit in an unusual fashion. He was staring at Haruna’s naked breasts. Without repercussion. Look at Yui! She was smiling and nodding!! Look at Haruna! She was blushing, but staring quite intently at him as though hoping he liked what he saw! This was wrong! No! <i>Wrong</i> wasn’t a strong enough word! He turned to leave, intending to grab Lala and discuss what had just happened and how best to correct it -
At least, that was the plan. His feet wouldn’t turn. Instead, he stepped backwards. For some reason no matter how he moved, he couldn’t quite bring himself to look away from those breasts.
“Wow, I’m learning so much about human anatomy just now!” Lala gasped. “I had no idea your mammaries could swell up with so much milk so quickly!”
Now that she mentioned it, there was a small gathering of white liquid around Haruna’s nipple. Rito licked his lips unconsciously, and became quite aware of how thirsty he was.
“It’s really quite delicious as well,” Yui noted, leaning down to nuzzle on the nearest bare nipple. She gulped quite greedily, and Haruna’s whimper sent little shivers dancing along his spine. “Mmm! Tastes delicious!” Yui exclaimed when she finally came up for air.
“I’ll have to take a sample for analysis!” Lala said.
“No need,” Yui replied, grabbing Lala’s head and pulled her into a kiss that went right on the edge of Rito’s peripheral vision, and damn his libido for wanting a clearer memory of it! “There. Delicious, isn’t it?”
Lala didn’t answer. Instead, she made a sound like smacking her lips, then the next thing Rito knew his vision of Haruna’s breasts were covered by the back of Lala’s head as she eagerly sucked away. It wasn’t much, but it obscured enough for the spell to be broken. He had to get out of there while he was still able to!
“Going somewhere?” Yui admonished in her usual serious tone. “But Rito Yuuki… Take a look!” She spun him around and pinned him to the wall, leaving him gasping in surprise at the sight before him. “My breasts are swelling up as well! I can feel them filling up with milk! Would you like a taste? I’m sure it’s shamelessly delicious!”
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Cologne was well past the point in her life where she got worried. Angry, yes. Suspicious, yes. Worried? That could take a flying leap. Worried is what people did when they didn’t know what to do next. Cologne was experienced enough by now to know exactly what to do, even if she wasn’t certain yet whether it was necessarily the absolute correct course of action to take. Safest, most prudent, no question. Correct often meant something else entirely.
“It seems to me that this photograph you have described is, in some way, magical. It is influencing your thoughts in a manner I find disturbing, and possibly intentional.” If intentional, then there was one obvious suspect already in mind.
“What should Shampoo do?” her great-granddaughter asked. The girl was about ready to melt on the spot. This wouldn’t do at all. Clearly in need of further training.
“Remain here,” Cologne said, hopping off towards the door. “Meditate. Reacquaint yourself with self control. If you feel yourself losing control, turn yourself into a cat. I suspect this malady will only influence humans.”
“If that not work?”
“Then do whatever it takes to keep yourself from doing something you will later regret. For example, there is a dose of knockout serum in the medicine cupboard that should keep you from getting into trouble. I shall return shortly, once I have investigated the usual suspect.”
Happosai. What twisted magic had he discovered this time? It had to be him. It was <i>always</i> him. Especially when it was something like this. He had to be involved without question. Though, it did rather leave her wondering the method. Was it the picture itself? Possibly. Or maybe he enchanted the camera…
“Ugh!” grunted a rather frustrated young woman around the corner. “Every day it seems like some big, beefy martial artist shows up looking to kick someone’s ass. Where the hell are they today?! Don’t they know a girl’s got needs?”
She peered around the corner with a quirked eyebrow and saw an unusually dishevelled Nabiki Tendo. Interesting. The girl was rather a ruthless sort with nobody’s interests in mind save her own, and usually went about things with a rather cool and aloof manner. Not so today. It looked like Nabiki wanted to scratch her own skin off. How very <i>curious</i>, but not quite unexpected. If she was the reason Shampoo had seen the photograph in the first place, then obviously the magic involved was hitting her harder and probably longer than it had Shampoo. Which meant that she had to act quickly, before her great-granddaughter succumbed to the same state.
First things first! She had to acquire the photograph, which would normally require some sort of bargaining for money on Nabiki’s part - Oh, sure, she could just steal it, but safer legally to exchange money where this ice-cold bitch was concerned - but somehow Cologne didn’t think Nabiki was thinking on the topic of cash, for once in her life. It might well be that this was the most vulnerable she had ever been, which to Cologne made it very likely that she’d be a source of information whether she meant to be or not.
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One might think that Soun and Genma were nervous when their wizened old master was doing something. Not quite. That is to say, they were nervous but not <i>nervous</i>, if you catch my meaning. It’s all a matter of perspective, scale, scope and the lik. No. What really set their teeth on edge was… When he was doing nothing at all. Sitting there, smoking his pipe. Why?
Because he was thinking through what he was going to do next. See, Happosai is typically a reactive kinda guy. It’s actually part of what makes him such an effective martial artist. He’s so quick to react and adapt to what’s going on around him that it’s almost impossible to hit him. And even if you did, that elderly body was so protected by ki energy that you’d probably hurt yourself far more than you hurt him. So, most of the time his troublemaking rampages were just… Well, running on instinct.
Then there were the times where he stopped to think. Where he didn’t rely on his instincts - or at least not <i>just</i> his instincts - and sat down to really think about what he was gonna do now. The horrors he could unleash with a little forward thinking. It boggled the mind and numbed the senses, far more effectively than any narcotic or alcohol or even a concussion.
The thought did cross both of their minds that, whatever the horror might be, they should at least try to put a stop to it before it started. The only problem was that there was a terrible risk that Happosai wouldn’t dole out their punishment immediately, but would instead sit on it to think about later. The two of them were pretty good martial artists, all things considered… But they were also cowardly assholes, so they took the course of least resistance/pain/horror and let him get on with it.
“Hmm…” Happosai mumbled to himself, scanning the horizon from the rooftop, looking out over this small section of the metropolis that was Tokyo. “Where should I go next? Hrm… It’s a tricky question. So much potential, it could be quite interesting no matter which way we go. I don’t have enough for all of them to share my gift… Perhaps Koryou High School? Or the Nekomi Institute of Technology? Hmm. What about Karakura High School? So many options…”
Dread washed over them. At least one place might be spared the horrors he had in mind, but it sounded as though he intended to visit at least two more places. It wasn’t fair. To whomever it was, as they couldn’t possibly deserve whatever was coming their way. But then again, they almost certainly did deserve punishment for their hands in this evil. Still! They could live with letting it slide just a little bit longer… Right?
- Somehow, some way, Ranma managed to persuade Akane and Ukyo to put some clothes on.
- Happosai makes up his mind, and heads over to <i>this</i> location.
- Meanwhile, a Ranma 1/2 character runs into a To Love Ru character. Both wind up swept into the madness.
- Cologne gets the picture from Nabiki, through fair means or foul.
- Shampoo tries to concentrate, but finds this difficult when she sees Mousse training without his robes.
- Something else
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