HCI
Tatewaki Kuno stood triumphantly in the doorway to Ucchan’s restaurant, the door providing no obstacle to his approach. Bah! He could sense the wickedness from without; no mere door could keep him away. Not when his beloved Akane Tendo and pigtailed girl might be in mortal danger.
He readied himself, bokken ready. Certainly, it was made of wood but within his capable hands it was beyond merely a dangerous weapon. With it in his hands, he was confident that he could - <i>would</i> repel any malevolence he encountered within these walls.
The door leading upstairs parted, and a face peeked out. Feminine, but with sweat matting her forehead. She stared at Kuno with brows furrowed, but her tone was faultlessly polite. “I beg your pardon, good sir patron,” she began. “However, this building is supposed to be under quarantine for the safety of the general public. I must humbly request that you depart from the premises rather than progress any further, lest you risk having to fall under quarantine with the rest of us!”
“Hmph!” Kuno grunted, pointing his bokken at the pretty face. “Your lie is revealed with your own words! If I had truly broken into any manner of quarantine, then I would be compelled to remain within it for so long as it must last! What evil is being performed within these walls? The truth this time!”
The pretty face sighed, a transparent sign that she intended to deceive him once again. So he lunged forward, and wasn’t particularly surprised when she effortlessly leaped over his head. What did surprise him was when something warm, wet and fleshy smacked him in the face. It felt like he’d been slapped with raw fish.
“My apologies, sir!” the pretty face said, her back turned to him. She was fixing up the door at an incredible speed. “However, if you refuse to leave then it is my honour-bound duty to ensure that your wish is fulfilled. You shall remain here until this crisis has -”
“Konatsu!” a female voice whined from upstairs. “Where’d you goooo! My tits feel so full, and my pussy is so empty!”
Which is when the “pretty face” turned around, and Kuno finally understood that he was in the presence of a monster. A monster that was keeping girls hostage here against their will. A monster that was using his massive weapon to keep them enslaved to his will. A monster he was duty bound to slay -
But first, he had to rescue the fair maidens. To this end he rushed upstairs, then tripped upon feeling something wrap around his ankles. A towel, flung like bolas? This was not any form of ordinary foe!
“I beg your pardon,” the monster said, sounding genuinely apologetic. Oh, how effectively it mimicked human behaviour. “I cannot permit you to go upstairs. For your own wellbeing.”
Kuno snorted in disgust. As though he could be so easily dissuaded. He shredded the towel with a single slice of his bokken, and with his second sent a powerful blast of air pressure down the stairwell. No matter how adept the creature was at dodging, there was not nearly enough room. This gave him sufficient clearance to propel himself to the top of the stairs, where he fully expected to find the pigtailed girl and Akane Tendo among those held hostage -
It was only when he reached the top that he learned that, in a sense, he had everything completely backwards. Perhaps it was about the time that the girls tackled him to the ground. Perhaps it was at the point that his mouth found one of their nipples. Perhaps it was after he found his clothes ruined and his own dick given a supercharge. In all honesty, in his memory those twenty or so seconds were something of a blur.
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By the time she had changed into the Sainan High School uniform, Nabiki was horny enough to give serious consideration to dry humping the front gate. Even the old bat’s cane was starting to feel good. This wasn’t like her. She was usually the one that took control, not had control taken from her. She was the supposed “ice queen”, she shouldn’t be letting herself be taken in like this.
“So this is the place,” she said aloud, mostly to try to keep herself focused on the task at hand.
“Indeed,” Cologne said, rapping Nabiki on the back of her legs when she started to fidget a little. “Be cautious. There is no way to know what form our challenges here will take.”
With that ominous note the duo walked forward. It was a funny thing. Nabiki rarely ever interacted with the old crone directly, but that was mostly because their interests did not coincide. Cologne wanted Ranma to marry Shampoo, while Nabiki - Honestly didn’t give much of a damn, but it seemed very much like he’d be her little brother within the next couple of years. It was probably to Ranma’s benefit that the two of them didn’t team up. His life would become an even worse hell than it already -
“Huh,” Nabiki said. “I have to say, this isn’t what I was expecting.”
What had surprised her so much? What could have shocked her to this degree? Well, having braced for the worst and prepared herself for anything, making sure that nothing could catch her off guard, what caught her off guard was pretty much nothing at all. It was a perfectly ordinary school, with perfectly ordinary students walking the corridors. Sure, their skirts were a little bit shorter than Nabiki was used to seeing, but she knew that some schools were like that these days. It wasn’t anything especially out of the ordinary.
“On the surface, perhaps!” Cologne warned. “But you must be more careful to view beneath the surface. I sense a terrible perversion pervading these halls. We must be wary for signs of -”
“Oho! Who is this delightful visitor?”
Now, anyone at Furinkan would have known that sneaking up on Nabiki Tendo and then groping her chest was a rather excellent way to have your dirtiest secret exposed to the school, or one made up and distributed for the whole wide world to see. Or at least their family, friends and peers.
Not so much today. Instead of the silent fury of an intense battle aura, the only thing Nabiki was projecting was a trembling resistance to the unexpected pleasure she was feeling in her chest. This was no mere pervert that had accosted her. This was an artiste, a connoisseur in the perverted act of groping a female chest. The matter wasn’t helped any by the simple fact that whoever this devil was, they were holding Nabiki quite close, certainly close enough to push her own substantial bosom up against Nabiki’s back.
“My, my!” the girl whispered. “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you? I can feel your nipples through this blouse.”
“Not as much as you are,” Nabiki said, somehow managing to adopt her cooler tone of voice. She wouldn’t give this girl the satisfaction of drawing out the reaction she was clearly expecting. “Are you the kind of girl that believes massaging your chest makes it permanently bigger? Or are you just a touch more friendly than you should be?”
“Oh, I like her!” said a glasses-wearing girl that stepped out from behind Nabiki. “I’m Mio, and Risa’s the one with her hands on your chest. Is there anything we can help you with?”
“Perhaps,” Cologne said, hopping up onto her cane and prompting both girls to gasp and jump back as though noticing her for the first time. “Have either of you seen anything unusual in this school recently?”
Mio and Risa looked at one another, then broke out into great big grins that Nabiki recognised far too easily. And why shouldn’t she? It was the same one she used when she’d just met her latest money mark. Something was telling her that this particular school was just about as chaotic as her own.
- Meanwhile, Run is recruited by Yui into the “pervert’s brigade”.
- Yui has her team of perverts instigating a more subtle takeover approach.
- Some of Yui’s team doesn’t really care for the idea, and try to put a stop to it.
- They’re still discussing possible tactics at the moment.
- Something else
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