By the time Konatsu had recovered his footing - which was easily thrice as quickly as most others would have after receiving a near hit from Kuno's wind pressure attacks - and rushed up the stairs it was already too late. Akane Tendo's friends had pinned the kendoist between the two of them, one stuffing a nipple into his mouth while the other grabbed hold from behind to tease his rapidly growing penis. Not rapidly growing in the sense that it was growing erect, mind you. It was already fully erect. It was simply growing bigger, though the word "simply" was perhaps not a good word to use under the circumstances.
He heard a slow, sarcastic applause while entering the room and turned towards its source. "Bravo," Tsubasa remarked. "Well done on keeping him out. It's so easy to see why Ukyo keeps you around when you're so capable of following simple instructions."
He was right, of course. And it stung quite a lot. Where others might have angrily retorted to that point, belittling Tsubasa for not even trying to keep the girls away from Kuno, all Konatsu could see was his own failure. Miss Ukyo had been depending on him, and he had failed utterly. He was a bad boy. A very bad boy indeed.
Konatsu squirmed as another bout of arousal overtook him from rather out of nowhere. This wasn't much helped when Tsubasa pushed right past him, shrugged, gripped the hips of the girl behind Kuno and rubbed the head of his dick alongside the dripping folds of her pussy. She looked back, smirked, and pushed backwards to invite him inside.
"You know what your problem is?" Tsubasa asked. "You're taking everything way, way too seriously. It's seriously uncute. Unless you learn to relax a little, you'll be too uptight to get anything done properly."
"If I may say so, you appear to have rapidly recovered vitality," Konatsu observed.
"A side effect of the transformation?" Tsubasa replied, slapping the girl on the butt while they screwed. She appeared to like it. "Whatever this is seems to want us to have sex as often as we can, and with these cuties so willing and eager it would be rude to say no."
That much did seem quite true. Even the act of watching the four of them was making him feel hot all over. Konatsu sighed and winced a little. It was getting a trifle musty in here. Considering how much they were all sweating that was hardly any kind of surprise. He fanned himself and tried to avert his eyes from the mini-orgy, though this was exceedingly tricky. Part of him wanted to join in, yet it seemed as though it would be quite rude if he were to do anything like that. At the very least they were all rather occupied at the moment, so there wouldn't be any harm in cracking open a window to let in some fresh -
"Ohohohohohohoho!"
Madness. He'd only opened it the tiniest amount, but a ribbon wedged its way into that crack, somehow managed to pull the rest of the window open, and all of a sudden there were flowers. Just. Everywhere. Black roses all over everything! Oh no! Miss Ukyo would be quite irate if she found the room in this frightful state, a thought which compelled the obedient little male kunoichi into immediately hovering around the room picking up each and every single rose one at a time with the intention of disposing them ASAP. Though while he did so -
"Ranma darling! Are you in here?" a high-pitched female voice cooed. Konatsu turned around and saw a leg. A naked leg. A naked, sexy woman's leg. "Oh," the woman said, sounding utterly disappointed. "Oh," she repeated, with a tinge of horror in her voice. "Oh!" was the sound of utter despair. "I will never, ever lose that mental image no matter how I try! How revolting, to see my own brother engage in such crude and base acts with undeserving peasants!"
Something in her tone of voice was ticking Konatsu's funny bone. Maybe it was her body language, which was using a variety of synonyms for "disgusted". Maybe it was the fact that the only item of clothing on her was a leotard and he was under a spell that, as Tsubasa had described, appeared to want them to have regular sex.
"Sister, I suggest that you flee at once," the elder Kuno advised, pulling himself away from suckling the oversized breast so that he could put his own enhanced organ to good use. "These deviants have captured me in some insidious malady, and it would not do to see even my twisted sister suffer the same terrible fate."
The terrible fate of having as much sex as you wanted with a couple of eager, big-boobed chicks. Right. Konatsu wasn't nearly naive enough to buy that for all the tea in China, which he estimated would probably cost a staggering one thousand yen.
"Hmph!" Kodachi sniffed, deliberately averting her gaze in a way that made it seem as though she was looking down on them all like a haughty bitch. Actually, Konatsu mentally revised that previous statement from a simile to a metaphor. Seemed more accurate. He unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation, dropping the already picked-up flowers to his feet and stepping over them towards the intruder. "I do not know what is happening here, nor do I particularly care! Merely point me in the direction of my beloved, and I shall be on my way!"
"I'm sorry," Konatsu said. "But now that you are here, it is not safe for you to leave. We are under quarantine."
"Well, I never!" Kodachi yelled. Konatsu bit his lip and eyed the ribbon in her hand with anticipation. "How dare such a lowlife expose yourself to me in such a manner and attempt to tell me what to do in the same breath! Begone!"
He could have dodged the ribbon, or maybe even caught it. For some reason he didn't. And boy, did it feel <i>good</i>. He stepped forward again, and Kodachi lashed him with her ribbon a second time. Twice was too much, it seemed, and he came with such intensity that he could feel his centre of balance completely shift from the weight loss in his balls. Behind him, Tsubasa was laughing like a maniac, but all Konatsu wanted to do was curl up somewhere nice and quiet and wait for death because it had to be better than what he was going through right now.
Kodachi was drenched in his semen. It was dripping off her hair, made her leotard completely transparent, and her face seemed to be completely frozen in a look of absolute shock.
"You," Kodachi began, catching a drop of semen on her fingers and staring at it numbly before licking it off before she even knew what she was doing. "You disgusting little worm! How dare you ejaculate over me in such a manner without my permission!"
"Probably ought to punish him," Tsubasa wryly suggested.
"That much I shall gladly do!"
Konatsu's danger instincts flared into overdrive, forcing him to leap completely out of the window in order to reach safety. He looked back and could barely believe what he was seeing. Tatewaki Kuno with a big-breasted girl's legs wrapped around his waist, enthusiastically fucking him while he wielded a bokken as if it were the hammer of Thor and someone had just insulted the God of Thunder's mother.
"Your malevolence knows no bounds," Kuno yelled at Konatsu, who could do little more than point at himself in a sort of "Who, me? Really, are you sure?" manner. "Your attempt to corrupt me has failed, and so instead you turn to my twisted sister! I shall put a stop to this before anyone truly innocent is hurt by your evil!"
"Oh, yeah!" Sayuri(?) moaned. "That's right! Talk flowery more! I never got why Akane didn't find that a turn on."
"You shall undo this wicked spell posthaste!"
"But I'm not the - Yipes!"
Meanwhile, Kodachi was standing by the window with a nervous, twitchy eye, completely oblivious to the way that her breasts were beginning to swell up underneath her leotard….
- Tsubasa offers a shower and change of clothes, with Kodachi begrudgingly accepts.
- Konatsu's fight leads them to meet up with someone.
- Back at the cafe, they're barely able to resist having another orgy and actually form a plan.
- The corruption of Sainan High School continues unabated.
- Something else
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