Have you ever been in a love triangle? Probably, but never even knew it. Most people think of the term in a very specific way: Two people wanting the same person. It isn’t quite that simple, but then what is where love is concerned? It can go other ways as well. One-sided love in a circular chain, for example. But still, too simple. Why stop at three? Add another if you like. After all, the term “love triangle” is only a metaphor. Who said it only had to fit the literal mathematical definition? And who said that it couldn’t grow even more complicated by accident?
At this particular moment in time Princess Ayeka was feeling just a trifle peculiar. She had been feeling it since she visited that peculiar, colourful bookstore while she was - not lost, you understand, a Princess is never lost - exploring her surroundings. But it was a little strange, she couldn't quite remember how she got between the shrine and there…
Compounding the mystery was the shopkeeper - how had her darling Tenchi put it? - dropping out of the sky like that. Teleportation technology was apparently quite beyond this planet’s development level, and Washu certainly didn’t seem to be responsible for it. That “mad scientist” was a little unpredictable at times, but it didn’t quite fit the mental image Ayeka had built up in her mind. All she could do was sit here outside and puzzle through it while watching the wind whip around the leaves…
“Knock knock, anyone home?” said the bane of her very existence. “Careful, your highness, keep staring into space like that and you might get mistaken for a telescope.”
“You mean I have a slender form and contribute to science in a meaningful way?” Ayeka replied, deliberately not looking at Ryoko. It always got under her skin snubbing her like that. “Come to think, that sounds rather like a polar opposite of yourself -”
A Princess does not get dizzy. A Princess does not get disoriented. Those are things that happen to those unfortunate enough to be born without the privileged upbringing, rigorous training and discipline that one must undergo as a member of the Jurai Royal Family. This was a thing that happened to other people. Therefore, what she felt happen all around her was merely a cheap ploy by the dreaded, wicked, evil and (most importantly) <i>hideous</i> space pirate Ryoko making another attempt to make her make a fool of herself.
Of course, convincing herself of that fact meant that Ayeka failed to take note of certain important facts. For one example: Ryoko rubbing the sides of her own head. For another, well…
“Hmph!” Ayeka sniffed, placing her hands sternly on her hips and - by sheerest coincidence - causing her breasts to jiggle underneath her rather modest robes. “Did you want something, or are you just in the mood for another argument?”
“Oh, I can get an argument any time I please,” Ryoko chuckled. Her breasts were apparently quite determined not to be outdone by Ayeka’s, and bounced around in quite improbable ways. Particularly since the green dress she was wearing had even less room for such hijinks than Ayeka’s robes. Such is the reality-defying nature of hentai doujinshi. “You’re always so easy to get a rise out of; with a temper like that it’s a wonder you can get away with calling me a demon.”
Ohhhh, that was it! “How dare you say I have a short temper!” Ayeka yelled, completely missing the irony and - as an aside - standing just close enough to Ryoko, face to face, that their breasts were pressing quite firmly into each other and the two of them were staring into each other’s eyes with such intensity that an outsider that didn’t know any better would swear on the lives of themselves and all of their family that the two of them were about to kiss.
Once again. Such is the nature of hentai doujinshi.
“Hmph, how dare I indeed?” Ryoko smirked triumphantly, though Ayeka was still ignorant to the irony of her reaction. “I suppose you should just go on doing what you were doing. You are the best at what you do: Occupying vacant space. Don’t mind me, I guess I’ll just apply what I’ve found out about what Earth men find attractive…”
“My apologies,” Ayeka twitched slightly. “Would you please care to repeat that for me?”
“Oh, no! It’s nothing you need to worry yourself about!” Ryoko replied, slightly drifting off into the air. “I mean, it’s not as if a princess would care that a mostly reformed criminal took the time and energy to research what Earth men typically find attractive. Right? That sort of behaviour would be quite beneath your interests. After all, you don’t have any intention of actually bedding dear Tenchi before marrying him, do you?”
“Of- Of course not!” Ayeka stammered. The thought of sex with Tenchi wouldn’t normally cross her mind. Especially not on a cold and lonely night when she was in bed, all alone and had spent the day helping him with his chores and watching him work with his shirt off just achingly outside of reach… “That kind of matter is far too crass for me to be remotely interested in it!”
“That’s what I thought,” Ryoko replied with a disturbing twinkle in her eye. “You’re afraid of sex. So tragic. So hilarious. You’ll never win him over with that kind of attitude. He’s already as good as mine!”
“You!” Ayeka half growled, half shrieked at her rival. “If you think you can seduce Master Tenchi with something so crass and vulgar, then you -”
“Are almost certainly right,” Ryoko interrupted. “Not that you’ll ever know. A prude like you is too trapped in her own shell to ever try something like that.”
Normally, Ayeka might have used a different tactic than what she was about to employ. Normally, she really would be too much of a prude to even think of something like this. She liked to think of herself as shy, reserved. The very epitome of a refined Princess that would never, ever stoop to something so… vile. Except. Ayeka wasn’t quite thinking like herself just then. For that reason, and only that reason, she made the following proclamation:
“I’ll show you who the prude is!” she declared. “What if we decided to test which of us is truly more desirable? It seems only reasonable. After all, we’re both so confident we can win. Unless, of course, it turns out that you accused me of being a coward to deflect such charges from yourself?”
“Alright,” Ryoko said, just slightly too easily for Ayeka’s tastes. “And the winner gets one whole day with Tenchi, all to themselves with no interruption from the other. How does that sound?”
“Like heaven on Earth,” Ayeka replied. “It would mean not having to look at your hideous, angular face for a full twenty-four hours! As for the contest itself… Please, tell me a little more of what you found out about what Earth men like so much.”
- So there was Tenchi, minding his own business, when all of a sudden Ryoko and Ayeka are standing there wearing only t-shirts and spraying each other with hoses.
- … Or he randomly encounters them in French maid outfits.
- Alternative contest possibilities?
- Another hentai doujinshi begins to play out simultaneously.
- Back to Yumi and Washu for a bit.
- Something else
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