Story: Perverts in Denial

One might think that Tatewaki Kuno had it all. He was rich. He was handsome. He was athletic. He was well spoken. He was polite. And yet there was a hole in his heart, a gap that he needed filled with only one way to go about it. He needed a girlfriend. Now, one might think he could have simply any girl that he wanted, and of course one would be utterly correct. Why wouldn't they want him? He was quite the catch! Ah, but the best catch needed the finest lure, and there was no better lure around than Nabiki Tendo.

She was easily his equal in many respects. Equal parts intelligent and beautiful. The daughter of a local martial artist, and exceptionally skilled in her family's form. She was the only martial artist of their age group capable of giving him a meaningful battle, so it was only natural that they should become a couple. His plan was simple. He would seduce her. Wed her after a few years. Renovate the dojo, use his wealth and her intelligence to turn it into a raging success so that they could live their lives happily while having lots and lots of amazing sex.

Unfortunately, Nabiki Tendo enjoyed playing hard to get. As in, she enjoyed it to the point that if he had a shred less self confidence he might even believe she wasn't interested in him at all. Still, that too was all part of the great game! He would woo her and win her in the end, and that was all that ultimately mattered -

<i>“It’s a shame you’re such a pervert,” the strange girl whispered, so low that nobody else could hear. “Otherwise, I might well have had my way with you. Then again… Meet me at the gym storage during lunch, and I’ll be sure to get that perversion of yours well and truly handled.”</i>

It bothered him all morning how easily that girl was able to defeat him. Effortless. It didn’t sit well with him, and he was a shade twitchier than he enjoyed all morning. For once he had taken absolutely no notice of Nabiki’s cutting barbs and found his attention absolutely lacking. He had been accused of perversion and challenged to a rematch! His skin was itching to enter the fray at a moment's notice, his hand instinctively grabbed for a bokken he had left in storage and his instincts were refining themselves moment to moment. This could not stand!

The lunchtime bell rang after a torturous eternity, and he rushed from the room with great haste and speed before deliberately slowing himself for the sake of dignity. It would not do to rush into battle having exerted his strength on getting there. A winded opponent was already half defeated, and he did neither of them any honour by granting such a prodigious advantage. He was the Blue Thunder, rising star of the kendo world! He would meet his opponents at full strength, for how else could he grant them dignity in defeat?

“Though it must be said,” he mused to himself, “the gym storage is a peculiar location to have a duel. Perhaps they wish to avoid making a spectacle of it? Hmph! That much I can at least respect from such a formidable oppone- Yelp!”

Right. So. He’d just opened the door to the gym storage before making that inarticulate yelp. Inside, the room had never looked so clean. Everything was put away in its proper place, leaving the floor as clear as he’d ever seen it with nothing in the middle but a mat, upon which sat two girls in t-shirts and bloomers, on their knees, embracing one another. A naive mind might believe they were attempting to tongue wrestle over the last piece of candy.

Naturally, Kuno closed the door. Red faced and twitching. That was not what he had expected to encounter! Surely that was a figment of an overactive imagination. Surely that was not real. He tentatively opened the door again, but reality insisted upon it. Though this time he could at least recognise one of the girls. His would-be opponent for this challenge! The pigtailed girl she was taste testing was unknown to him, utterly unrecognisable yet utterly divine in beauty. With a little bit of nervousness, unusual to his character type, Kuno walked inside the room and coughed.

“Ahem!” he said. The girls didn’t even miss a beat; if anything their exploration of each other’s enticing bodies intensified. “Hark, and you had the nerve to call me a pervert?” he chuckled, just a trifle fakely. “It is true what they say! Point one finger, and three point baaaaaa- Oof!”

He hadn’t even seen either of them move. One moment he had been folding his arms, the next… He felt that maybe they’d stood up in unison, reached out an arm to grab a sleeve each, then tossed him over and went right on back to kissing while one girl straddled his waist and the other his face. From this angle he was having a lot of trouble telling which was which, or rather who was who.

“What is the meaning of this treatment?” he cried. “This behaviour is -”

Is indicative of two confused young women throwing themselves at him in a last-ditch attempt to retain normalcy. He could see it now, even though neither of them had said a word. Two beautiful young women ensnared by the wiles of the other, desperately battling temptation. Their families disgusted by their affiliation with one another, the pair perhaps even disgusted with themselves for expressing the most natural feelings. Such was the tragic nature of society, alas, and now they were making one final, desperate attempt towards something like an ordinary life by seducing a man, the best man that they could find. A man who could lead them back down the straight path.

In other words, were he to reject these two and their blatant attempt at seducing him then he might as well be casting aside their hopes and dreams of the future. Therefore, as a gentleman and a pursuer of justice the one and only thing he could not do in this situation was reject them!

Of course, that decision had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that, during his attempt to escape, his hands had nothing else to do but push against the body of the girl seated atop his face and in the process learned exactly what it was he would be saying no to. Perish the thought.

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Nabiki watched Kuno flee from the room with muted interest. He’d been lost in thought all morning, and given what she knew of Kuno’s thought process it didn’t seem like the labyrinth would have to be too complex. He was almost certainly wounded by how easily his sister had defeated him that morning. Bruised ego and all that. She chuckled, shrugged it off, and then immediately slipped off with an air of absolute nonchalance.

“Looks like a big class today,” one of her assistants said, slipping in next to her mid-stride and adopting an equally cool air. “It appears your morning fights are just the advertisement we were looking for after all.”

“Oh, is that so?” Nabiki replied, though internally she was just about jumping for joy. “Any sign of my sister?”

“No,” said a junior girl. “Sorry, but as soon as class ended she and her fiance disappeared. It was like we blinked and they were gone. Do you want us to keep looking?”

“Keep an eye out. Ask them to meet us at the place. I think little sister might appreciate what we’re doing.”

And whatever were they doing? Well, Nabiki threw open the training hall typically used for the school’s various martial arts clubs and found it heaving with female students. At a rough estimate, just shy of a third of every girl attending the school and a few of the women faculty members too. Each one having previously paid an introductory fee for the opportunity to attend.

It rather made her legs feel a little bit weak, to be honest. But she showed no signs of it. Instead Nabiki strode into the room with an air of cool confidence, bolstered by all eyes being on her.

“Thank you for attending!” she said in her loudest voice. And with a slight aura boost, that can actually be pretty damn loud. Her head seemed to inflate to giant proportions until all present could see it, a family technique which easily shut up everyone present and ensured their attention was placed squarely where it belonged. “This is only an introductory lesson, of course. If you find it useful, please be sure to attend the Tendo training dojo, where my sister and my father are continually running more advanced classes.

“Today, I’m going to show you all a few basic anti-pervert measures you can employ even without the full training…”

Hah! Oh yes. It was a perfect recruitment measure. Show off the skills in the morning, then spread the word that you’ll be teaching a class… Then get them hooked on the actual lessons. Not all of them would follow up, but they didn’t need to. So long as some maintained an interest that would be enough, and wouldn’t you know it but they were the most attended martial arts dojo in Nerima? Not just Furinkan, but the entire Nerima ward! And almost all of their students were women. The ones that weren’t? Either perverts trying to get close to the super-hot Tendo sisters (and subsequently booted) or genuinely interested martial artists that thrived on the challenge provided by their unorthodox training style.

For all that she was annoyed about Kuno’s little attempt to seduce her, he was filling up her wallet coming and going. The perverts paying for the chance to fight her, and the martial arts demonstrations to draw students to the dojo. Hah! If he weren’t such an idiot she might have even agreed to thank him one of these days by actually allowing him to date with her.

But that wouldn’t ever happen. For all that he was handsome, athletic and rich not a single girl in the school wanted anything at all to to with Tatewaki Kuno. Not one single girl.
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The storage room was a shade messier now, with clothes strewn around the room in rather careless manner. The positions of the occupants had altered as well, with Akane Tendo - Nabiki’s long-lost younger sister as it turned out - firmly gripping a vaulting horse with both hands while Kuno stood behind her, valiantly enduring the task of helping her comprehend the joy of being with a man. In the meantime, Ranko Saotome - Akane’s childhood friend and training partner - was seated atop the vaulting horse with her legs wrapped around Akane’s head.

“Harder!” Ranko demanded. “You’ll never get rid of this perversion unless you fuck her harder!”

“As you command!” Kuno grunted in reply, quickening his pace. The delighted whimpers of both girls was as sweet music to his ears. “Your bodies are divine, but outmatched by your energy. Truly, this day all three of us are blessed!”

Unnoticed by Kuno, both girls rolled their eyes at his flowery phrases and focused pretty much entirely on trying to get off. What Kuno did notice was that, for some reason, it felt as though he was gaining a certain kind of understanding from this blissful experience. It was as though the two girls had cut open the top of his head and began pouring in knowledge: How to satisfy a woman in bed. How to keep from exhausting himself too quickly.

But even that couldn’t keep him holding back any longer. Akane Tendo’s enthusiasm, coupled with her fit body, the embodiment of feminine athleticism… How any man could maintain his composure under these circumstances was far beyond him, but he’d done his best to stem the tide of his inevitable release for as long as he could manage. Yet sometimes even the best of a man like him was not good enough, leaving him collapsed on his back atop the mat gasping for air.

“Mmm…” Akane murmured, pulling herself from between Ranko’s legs in the same manner as a person might pull their head from their pillow when they must awake yet crave further sleep. “Not bad, but could do with a little more work.”

“I’m on it,” Ranko said, slipping from the vaulting horse and landing gingerly atop Kuno’s waist. “Heh. If you’re giving him that much praise, he must be better than he looks.”

“Forgive me,” Kuno said. “I shall require a moment to - Mmph!”

She took his lips, and it felt rather peculiar. As though her lips were charged with static electricity. Her mouth was awash with power, and to Kuno’s amazement he felt spectacular. Refreshed. Full of energy right to the brim. In fact, he felt even more refreshed and alive than he had when he entered the room. More alive than he could even remember! He could bench press a mountain! He could walk a length ten times his own body! Or perhaps he got those two mixed up, but who cared about that when he had a star-hot naked chick throwing herself at his equally naked body and there was amazing sex to be had?

“That’s right,” Ranko purred into his ear. “Let it out. Let out your perversion. It’s not good to be in denial; it’s much healthier this way. Unleash the beast so it may be tamed.”

Naturally, this made quite a lot of sense to him. These two girls viewed themselves as perverts, and were relying on Kuno to unleash his considerable might and vigor to set them straight. It was just an obvious way to think through the situation, and any other interpretation - well, ’twas folly.

“Show off,” Akane sighed, shaking her head but still smiling.

“Jealous of my talents, tomboy?” Ranko asked, sticking out her tongue at the other girl. Not that Kuno was paying all that much attention, given the rather distracting way she was drawing his again-erect dick into her, casting out all rational thought in his mind and leaving him little more than a lustful beast groping helplessly yet adoringly at her astounding tits.

“Tomboy, am I?” Akane asked, sliding into place next to her friend and tracing fingers lazily up and down both hips. “Takes one to know one. And after all this time I know all of your sensitive spots, like for example - Here!”

“Ah! Not fair! N-Not when I have this guy’s cock in me!”

“Well,” Akane said with a smirk, "how else are we supposed to cure this healthy young man of his perverted tendencies? Look at him, so repressed. He honestly seems to think that he wants to just date my sister, when it’s so obvious he wants to fuck her all the way to heaven and back.”

“I guess that means we should show him the way, huh?” Ranko said, and then she did a move with her hips which briefly brought Kuno’s conscious mind back to the fray so that it could observe how completely fascinating that motion was before being sent screaming back into the abyss of endless pleasure that same act drew from his loins. “That’s the kind of road someone could easily get lost on, and I’ll sure get him there faster than you could.”

“Hey, I did the tough part in getting him started!”

“Dream on. Your pussy isn’t half as nice as mine.”

“Funny, the way you were talking last night…”

“Ladies, please!” Kuno interrupted, swept up in a torrent of emotion. A storm of lust that overwhelmed him, energy filling him from head to toe and sending his thoughts spiralling around endlessly. “Your pussies are both divine! If given the option, I would give up neither one of you! Akane Tendo, you feign allowing a man to take the lead while truthfully taking complete charge! Ranko Saotome, you are fire in female form and your passion burns through my soul! I must - I can’t give up either one of you!”

<b>“Pervert!”</b> both girls yelled at once, decking Kuno on either side of his head with slaps that would knock grey off a mountain and surely as hell sent him into a place of nice, sweet slumber where he would be bound to have the nicest dreams he could ever recollect.

Which left the scene as two naked girls staring down at an unconscious naked (and still erect) boy. They shook their heads. They gathered their clothes. They linked arms and then they walked from the room.

“Still needs a little work,” Akane said thoughtfully. “If he wasn’t so damned arrogant…”

“He could be an <i>amazing</i> lay,” ‘Ranko’ finished with a world-weary sigh. “Damn, I didn’t even finish getting off. If only he kept his stupid mouth shut.”

“Hrm…” Akane tapped her lips. “He might even be better than you with a little more effort.”

“… Find me some hot water, and I’ll have you screaming my name inside of a minute.”

1. Kuno awakens, transformed by the experience.
2. Nabiki’s class involves what, exactly?
3. Ranma and Akane head off for some further privacy.
4. All of a sudden Ryoga.
5. Something else