Sakura stumbled into her room, clutching the side of her head. The images were persisting, and she found herself in that old paradox: The more you try not to think of something, the more you think about it. Her robe slid off her body, and before long she was standing in front of a mirror completely naked. It felt wonderful <i>but would feel better if someone else was around to see her</i>.
No. No, it wouldn’t. Stop that. There was no escaping it, was there? Something was wrong. What was it? A lust demon? A perverted spirit whispering in her ear? Well. Whatever it was, she’d come home instead of heading back to the school to change into her uniform. Her sexy uniform that showed off her legs and could be easily adjusted to - Stop it! Stop that right now!
Which is why she was sitting down now in the middle of the room. Lotus position. Eyes closed. Channelling her spiritual energy, speeding up the process through her system so that it would expel whatever foul forces were attempting to manipulate her or at the very least provide her with enough clarity of thought that she could figure out what was happening.
Clarity, think clearly, remember the events without being distracted by the incredibly wonderful, melty, delicious… Those odd aroused feelings she should not be feeling. It’s not like she got weak in the knees every time she showed some cleavage to get Ataru to do something. Or that onsen-focused teacher of his. Or the Mendo kid. Or all the other boys in the class.
Sakura had to pause to calm her breathing as a wave of arousal washed over her, her mind conjuring memories of all those male gazes over her sexy body. It made her breathe much more heavily.
OK, she did enjoy using her looks a little. It was an intellectual enjoyment and not something that would turn her on, and not something she’d go crazy over being denied by Ataru’s sudden blase attitude. Right? Right!
After all she did have some very modest swimsuits in her collection. Well one modest swimsuit, and she’d never actually worn it, preferring the dozen one pieces with deep plunging cuts, or the other two dozen wonderfully skimpy bikini’s, or maybe sometime she really ought to visit that nude beach, NO! Modest swimsuit! Modest Swimsuit!
Sakura refocused herself on her meditation, concentrating on keeping her energy flowing smoothly through her body. She didn’t realize that it was that very energy that was causing her current state of mind, nor did she have any clue what the actual result of her meditation would be. Not by a long, long way.
It began with her attempting - and failing - to find a spectral influence that she could banish. She drew deep, deep breaths, drawing and channeling her energy into her senses, heightening her awareness. All she became aware of was the fact that she was naked, and that her breaths were causing her breasts to rise and fall in a surprisingly pleasing manner. Ataru had certainly been eager to worship her breasts that time she had shared yoga lessons with him and Lum, she recalled, contemplating how he would have reacted then if she’d been naked. Or better yet, if she’d taught the whole school yoga while completely naked… She was alone in the room, which was a pity. The sight would surely give any onlookers a thrill -
Sakura shook her head. There was no sign of an external influence. No unseen spirit could hide all trace of its existence from her in this state, never mind while still bombarding her mind with memories all the sexy swimsuits she wore to the beach or the pool, or imagined images of herself strutting down the street in her nurse’s outfit, only with a few small tweaks drawing everyone’s eyes… Or fantasies of deliberately leaning over to flash her cleavage to a patient, or -
Internal influence. There was no other explanation. Sakura drew another deep breath and focused her energies once again, forcing herself to go deeper, deeper into her own mind and soul to find the influence so that she could know it and cast it out. It would require casting aside all awareness of the physical world and channeling further energy, which, alas, was only going to make her condition worse, though Sakura could have guessed this not.
Almost as soon as she had delved into the spiritual planes and closed off all awareness of the outside world, Sakura’s hands began to shift in position. One trailing up to squeeze her breasts, while the other moved much more quickly down towards an increasingly eager, sopping wet pussy. Seconds after they reached their intended destinations, Sakura’s face broke into a smile and she collapsed back onto the floor, hips wildly bucking, every bit unaware of what she was currently doing as she was unaware of the hentai energy she was compelling through her body, mind and soul.
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Ataru walked down the street, whistling a catchy tune that he had written in his head not ten minutes ago. A passing musician happened to hear it, and was unconsciously influenced into making a future world-beating hit, but this isn’t quite his story that we’re following at the moment. Instead we are following Ataru as he continued going about his day, not hitting on anything that looked good in a skirt, avoiding flirting, keeping his hands, eyes and everything else to himself. Normally Ataru was using approximately 92.3% of his energy in perverted pursuits of some form. But now, thanks to his dedication to that bet, he suddenly found himself filled with a massive overabundance of energy. Energy that was demanding to be used.
Now, trouble was he was all pent up with energy. The energy he would usually use to do perverted stuff and flirt and what have you needed a new outlet. So. Here he was. Doing stuff. Helping people. Sure, he almost relapsed a bit when Sakura accidentally flashed him, but…
The bet was the bet, and he was gonna win it! That was for damn certain! It would put Lum in her place for once, and then he could go back to his normal wicked ways. Though not quite at first. Let her stew a little bit longer after he wins, then dive into the deep end and away he’d go!
There was just one drawback. He couldn’t sit still. As in, he actually couldn’t manage it. He had to be doing <i>something</i> all the time. Painting fences, gardening, random odd jobs for a variety of folk, street performing, dancing - Anything that kept him going! It was, at the same time, exhausting and intoxicating and he <i>loved it</i>.
Ataru quirked his head at the sight that suddenly became apparent in front of him. It was a girl he knew. A girl in need of his assistance. Normally, he’d be hitting on her but - Hell, why not lend a helping hand instead? Of course, what Ataru failed to realise was that giving a helping hand was only going to spread the hentai energy once again.
- Shinobu
- Ran
- A different girl.
- Actually, let’s take a look back at Sakura for a little bit.
- The burst of hentai energy spread throughout the multiverse.
- Something else
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