Kiss-O-Matic: Unexpected Guest

So. Here she was. Hinata dorm. The place that her wonderful, handsome and clever adopted big brother was being forced to live with those mean and unforgiving bitches that he thought liked him. Such wicked temptation. It made her want to turn up her nose in disgust, thinking that this girls' dorm could last without being converted into an inn so that she and Keitaro could run it together as husband and wife!

She had, of course, heard all this nonsense about the promised girl. A small amount of background detail on the residents attempting to seduce her beloved in their own twisted way, but the only way she would ever know more is if she took the opportunity to test them in her own small, special way. It would be easy. She was well trained in the art of disguise. All she had to do was wait for the chance and then disguise herself as one of the residents, enabling her to get a closer look without falling under suspicion. Perhaps the best target for disguise would be that Naru girl, she'd been able to gather sufficient photographs to create a suitably realistic disguise without ever meeting her face to -

"Mmmm! Mmm! Shooo good... Get ooooff! Shtooop!"

Face.

Kanako Urashima could be described as a very gothic incarnation of professionalism and seriousness. Her elegant wardrobe tended towards quite dark colouration, typically black and normally revealing very little skin. Even if at that particular moment she was practically invisible due to expertly selected camouflage. Anyway. The only thing to exist in this world that could break her serious expression was, singularly, Keitaro himself. Her love. Her passion, her reason for being. He alone had the capacity to make her smile without the remotest piece of effort.

So one might be able to imagine the swirling storm of reactions she was having to the sight of the girl that her brief research indicated might well be her harshest rival for Keitaro's affections writhing on the ground, humping the air in a most undignified unladylike manner while some sort of device was stuck to her face.

Not... Entirely the first impression she was expecting this rival to leave. Not in the remotest sense, come to think of it. Although. Since she was deliberately keeping herself hidden, this did seem the perfect opportunity to create a little havoc and at the same time discover exactly what manner of rival(s) she was contending with. To begin, she'd have to disguise herself....

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Feels good. It's bad that it feels good. Got to fight it. Got to get this thing off my face before it <i>mmmm so good</i> bad bad bad! Naru was fighting it. She was struggling against it. She'd considered punching it, but at this angle all she'd likely do is send herself flying instead of the machine. She couldn't see, couldn't get a grip on the sides of the machine and - The odd part was that she wasn't suffocating, but only so long as she let the thing kiss her. It felt like the only reason she was allowed to breathe in or out was because this thing was sticking its metallic things into her mouth and running electrical signals across her lips and - And

"Eeeeellp!" she half moaned, half whined through the pleasure. Her body was losing control. Not just her lips, her everything was feeling good and getting better with each passing moment.

"Naru!" a familiar voice called, and Naru shuddered upon hearing it. It was male. It was dorky. Yet for some reason she couldn't think of any sound she'd rather hear at that very moment. There was a flash of... Something on either side of her face, and then the thing detached, leaving it skittering off across the floor, back into the house.

At that sight, Naru had to catch herself from reaching out to it, as she somehow knew her hand wanted to put it right back onto her face to finish what it started. All of a sudden, she felt this terrible, aching... Emptiness in the pit of her stomach. An emptiness that was left feeling even more intense when she was turned around to look at a certain surprisingly handsome dork right in the eyes.

"Are you alright?" Keitaro asked, running the back of his hand against her forehead. "I'm disappointed," he said. "I never took you to be that kind of - Mmmph!"

Naru's body moved on automatic. Right then, all she could think of was that her lips felt... Empty. It didn't matter in the slightest whom she was kissing. She had to kiss someone. Had to. It was all her lips were made to do. Kiss. Must kiss. Love to kiss. Kiss Keitaro...

Except that all of a sudden she was kissing a log with a picture of Keitaro's face pinned on it. Blegh! That taste! Ooh! That might have given her a splinter! That might have... Have...

"So that's what happened to Motoko," Naru huffed. Her left hand raised automatically towards her lips, so her right hand took a firm grip on that wrist. Then both hands began to tremble. "Nnng! No wonder she was acting so strange. Th-that machine... I've never felt anything like this before. Have to fight it, have to... Hold on, did Keitaro just blow me off mid-smooch?! Oh! That boy! When I get my hands on him I'll punch his lights out!

"And then once he's landed I'll kiss it better. All over his body, if I have to."

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Her first kiss. Taken by her romantic rival while she was disguised as Keitaro. It was surreal. Impossible. Madness inducing! How could this happen? Why did this happen?! And worse yet... Was this indicative of the manner of relationship the two of them already had? Where she would kiss him without warning like that? With that much passion, that much intensity!

The serious and stern nature of Kanoko was being put to the test by that short experience. Her imagination ran rampant: Keitaro and Naru sharing a bath together. Keitaro and Naru sneaking into each other's rooms behind everyone else's back. Keitaro and Naru, taking off each other's clothes while tenderly kissing one another.

No, no, no, no, no! This could not be! This must not be! It is forbidden. It is against the rules. It. Is. Wrong! Alright! Here's what she was going to do. Straighten herself out. Disguise herself as Naru. Track down her beloved and give him a kiss with a thousand times that level of -

Hold on. What was that nudging at her feet just now? Huh? Wasn't it that lewd contraption that had been attacking - Kanako's reaction time was the only thing that enabled her to dodge out of the way. Fast. Faster than almost any human could move without intense training. She kept her hands in front of her face to keep any trace of similar attack away and watched as it landed perfectly on the wall and then skittered along out of sight.

What exactly was that device? How strange. This too merited further investigation.

"Urashima..." a voice moaned. "Help! Must kiss! So empty... Need to kiss!"

"Huh?" Kanako gasped. "Eh?! What - What happened to your lips!"

It was a woman in a robe with big puffy lips lunging towards her. Kanako danced backwards out of the way, keeping her distance from the reaching, grabby hands. Ah, of course! She was still disguised as Keitaro! Was this woman also in that kind of relationship with him? Oh! They must have seen the same charm in him that Kanako herself had. His straightforwardness, his kindness, his understanding nature -

Kanako quickly ducked and rolled as the robed girl dove for her like a missile, still under the perception she was Keitaro. Hrm! How troublesome. Another rival to dispatch, it seemed.

"Sorry," she called back in a perfect imitation of Keitaro's voice. "I don't much like grabby girls."

There was a flash of lightning behind her. Well, not really. But the pain passing over her face was about the same effect. How tremendously satisfying. Sadly it did not seem to be having much of an effect on keeping her from attacking Kanako, in point of fact she seemed to be getting... Faster?

It was a fortunate thing indeed that Kanako was a true master in the Urashima form of martial arts. It was also fortunate the opponent was rather single minded in their attack. True, their speed was increasing on a moment-to-moment basis, true that being hurled down the corridor didn't remotely deter them from attempting to steal a smooch - yuck - but this was nothing she couldn't handle. If anything the only reasons she didn't put the fight to an end there and then -

Seeing her chance, Kanako seized hold of her enemy's shoulders, holding her back at arm's length while she repeatedly puckered her lips as if expecting a kiss. Her eyes had this weirdly dead sparkle to them. Like she was half asleep. How strange.

"What is going on here?" she demanded. "Why is everyone so kiss crazy all of a sudden?"

As if in answer, something tapped her on the shoulder, prompting Kanako to turn her head around just in time for a certain something to attach itself to her face and make her feel really, really good. Ah. Well, at the very least that explained a few things.

1. Motoko returns to her senses, tries to help Kanako extract the device with limited success.
2. Later, Keitaro returns home with no idea at all what's been going on.
3. Naru keeps on trying to resist the urge to kiss.
4. Mitsune is revelling in the change happening to her, while Su observes.
5. Something else