This somehow managed to be a little bit worse than the entire human race hating his guts. The boys at school didn’t trust him an inch, and the girls were very deliberate in staying far the hell away from him. Unfortunately, that rather negated his ability to hypnotise any of them and he was pretty sure that Lum was being watched carefully as well…
The first step was to flick through the pages that Lum had changed, to see exactly what she’d done. “Uh oh,” he said aloud. “Oh hell,” he added. “Well, I guess that makes sense all of a sudden. This really was my fault after all!”
“I’m sorry, darling.” Lum was doing her best puppy-dog eyes, which on her was pretty intense condensed adorableness. “I didn’t realise it was actually changing the past. Maybe if we changed it back…?”
Change it back. Yeah, he could maybe change it back. It would take some time, maybe tone things down a little so it wasn’t so damned obvious something was going on. He would erase these lines here, and then -
“It won’t rub out,” he said, then had to bat Lum’s wandering hand away from his crotch. “I mean the comic, not my dick!”
“I’m sorry,” Lum said, gripping his arm and pulling herself close, really close to his body. “I’m still Level 3. All I can think of is doing extremely perverted things with you.” Her face moved, and all of a sudden her lips were inches from his and her eyes, her brilliant alien eyes were staring right into his, and for a moment Ataru forgot how things like breathing and blinking were supposed to work. “That’s the way you made me, remember?”
“Y-yeah,” Ataru mumbled. Oh boy. All of a sudden he was extremely aware of her presence to the exclusion of everything else in his surroundings. That was the trouble with Level 3 Lum. She was a wildcat in the sack, but also an expert at bringing him back for more. And more. And more. It was one of those funny little things about her. He’d known exactly how hot she was the moment they met. Kinda hard to miss when she was in a bikini. Then after they got “engaged” she turned into some nuisance trying to tie him down.
Now it was like he’d created a monster. Like a porn version of Frankenstein: It’s alive, it’s horny, and by god it knows exactly how to get its needs fulfilled. It was all the little touches in her body language. Proximity. Feigned shyness. Trying to lure him into making the first move, and in the process setting the perfect trap for any man to dive into headfirst. A gorgeous, naked, exotic woman that wants to fuck. His willpower was an egg timer, trickling away second by second. “But I have to get this resolved,” he said, barely aware of his own arm tucking behind her back and pulling her closer to himself until he’d already done it. “Everyone hates me and is suspicious.”
“Not everyone,” Lum observed before closing the tiny gap between their lips. She pulled back again. “There is one person you could ask for help.”
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It was awesome being rich. It was better being wealthy. It was even better still when you had more power over your nation’s politics than the elected officials. All of them. Put together. You could do anything you wanted. Anything! And you would get away with it scot free, with the opportunity to slap the person that caught you out on the wrist being the very worst punishment on offer.
Which might explain why Ryoko was the way she was. Not spoiled, exactly. Just… With a different view of other people. She thought of them as toys to be played with, and if they got broken in the process big deal! She could find some new toys, better toys with a minimum of effort. She had the three traits that made the world move. Money, beauty, connections. No, make that four. The glue that held them all together, the will to use them without the slightest trace of ruth to be found.
Of late her thoughts had been turning towards the same topic many young women’s turned towards sooner or later. Men. It was about time she found herself a boyfriend. A yummy, handsome, athletic sort that she could bring home to torment her father and brother, then watch as they tormented him right back with their money and influence. Not to mention that it would give her a chance to get laid.
Get laid? That was rather unlike her to think of something so… crude. Well, if she could make all the other puppets dance she could at the very least learn to attach a string to her sex drive. It wasn’t healthy to have such a transparent weakness, when she would be better employed manipulating that same weakness in others.
Her telephone rang. As in, her personal phone. On the number that she only gave out to a select group of people, none of whom existed within her family. How intriguing. She wasn’t expecting a call. If she’d (somehow) gotten onto some cold-call list, or even a warm-call list, she would have to take serious -
“Level three.”
Ryoko went limp on her bed and a grin overtook her face. She carefully set the phone down and without caution or care tossed her clothes around the room, acting as if on automatic. Which in a sense she rather was, because Ryoko wasn’t even thinking about what she was doing right about then. In point of fact, the very next thought she had came when she used one hand to pick up the phone, and the other was trailing down her body until two of her fingers rubbed against the glistening folds of her rapidly moistening pussy.
“Hello, darling,” she said in the husky tone of voice she’d practised for the explicit purpose of reducing a man to putty in her hands. She was on her knees now, spread far apart and in her mind’s eye she was not talking on the phone any longer. Because so far as she could tell Ataru Moroboshi was beneath her. She was not masturbating. She was having sex with Moroboshi. Or put another way? Dominating him using her body. “You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you? Staying away for so long. Why, I would almost think you came to me because you needed something, but surely you just missed me? Right?”
“I need your help with something,” Ataru admitted, and Ryoko triumphantly ground her hips into her fingers, imagining that he was squealing with delight underneath her. “Will you help me?”
“It depends,” Ryoko replied, sounding to her own mind part seductive and part nonchalant. “What is it you need from me, except permission to come?”
And so he told her. About the comic that could change the past. About Lum carelessly using it. About how he couldn’t erase what she’d done for whatever reason. If Ryoko were perfectly honest with herself, she should have been thinking about how to get that comic for her own use as it sounded like the perfect tool for a little chaos. As it stood, she was instead distracted by the building pleasure brought on when she drew another finger inside herself and began to buck wildly, which to her mind would drive Ataru completely wild beneath her. She wanted to come, of course. That was part of the reason she toyed with Moroboshi like this. She got to dominate him, and let off a little tension at the same time.
The trouble was she’d reached the point of climax some time ago, and absolutely refused to let him drive her over the edge. Not until she was ready. Not until he spilled all of the beans. Not until… Not until…
“That’s basically everything,” Ataru said, and the effect was like blowing up a dam. Destructive, messy and rather difficult to control once the moment has gone. Her entire body went into it from the tips of her toes to the matted mess of hair on her head. Mm, yes! It was such a good thing she’d thought to soundproof her room, though she wasn’t entirely certain her voice didn’t still carry out throughout the manor grounds. “I need to do damage control, but I don’t know where to start.”
“It seems to me as though the answer is obvious,” Ryoko said, absently licking her fingers clean. “Honestly, darling, I’m amazed you didn’t think of it.”
- Use the comic to go back to when Lum was hypnotised, implant a few commands.
- Ataru tries the above. It causes a temporal paradox which makes things worse.
- Ryoko uses her own resources to handle the mess.
- Meanwhile, Mendo makes his move based on information received.
- Something else
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