Shimoneta Slimegirls
Ah, what a shame. It seemed as though the council president was too busy to assist her in her research. If only she had the time to answer a few simple questions, it would have been tremendously beneficial. Hyouka did understand, though. The life of a student council president was full of responsibility and hard work. She knew this because a scientist's life is exactly the same.
Responsibility to the truth. Hard work in finding avenues towards it, while adhering to the scientific method. These things were very important to the sleepy-eyed young girl, so she could at the very least understand that Anna would have no time to speak with her.
Besides which. The speed at which she ran off down that corridor was measurably faster than Hyouka could reasonably keep up with. There were even small trails of fire and smoke on the floor.
With a defeated sigh and a lazy gait, Hyouka swung her foot around and stalked off down the corridor in a seemingly random direction. Except it wasn't actually random. This scientist had put herself through an experiment to heighten her own personal sense of smell. Why? Because she could. No other reason necessary.
Those girls had a very distinctive smell about them. Furthermore, those girls appeared to be some form of living liquid. Now. Hyouka knew for a fact that humans are actually approximately 75% water. Which meant that this discovery of human-seeming girls apparently made 100% out of liquid tickled her interest like a thousand feathers attached to motors, all attacking her sensitive areas at the same time. This was the most excited she had been in recent memory, and such an intense wave of feelings were building to the point she could not contain them anymore.
"Woo," she said, while doing a rather gradual, unenthusiastic fist pump. Having so celebrated she stopped and sniffed at the air. The smell was strongest here. This classroom! Hyouka threw the door open, uncertain of what she might find, and then -
"Chuuu!"
Received a face full of unidentified liquid, adopting the form of a human female's chest. Through the hazy blue slime Hyouka saw two other figures crawling quite quickly out of the room past her, tongues lolling out of their mouths and off in two different directions. While the last remained. It appeared to be hugging her. How interesting.
Hyouka reached up to try and extract this enthusiastic creature before she suffocated, and found her hand went directly through the body with no apparent ill effects. Either to herself or to the creature. It showed no signs of discomfort nor pain. This was sensible. No nervous system, therefore... How did it move, then? If the entire body was made of the same liquid, then in what manner did it perform mental processes?
"Pardon me," Hyouka said, rolling quite forcefully out of the hug. This did, unfortunately, result in her labcoat getting slimed. Ah! Well, she could easily dry it out in the laboratory. The liquid girl of unidentified species looked up at her. Big pink hearts in its eyes. Fascinating. In what manner did that influence its visual capabilities? "Do you understand me?" Enthusiastic nod. Capacity for language. The creature-girl looked up at her and licked its lips. Capacity for hunger.
"Then you should come with -" Sizzling? A strange sizzling sound was definitely audible. It appeared to be coming from... Her labcoat? Hyouka looked down. "Ah," she said. "Your slime appear to be dissolving my clothes." It nodded with even greater enthusiasm. Tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Then we should hurry to my laboratory immediately. If I am seen without clothing in public, it would reflect poorly on my record and negatively impact my ability to pursue science."
Not to mention prevent her from seeing the aftermath of that explosive cliffhanger from the latest volume of <i>Please Don't Hate My Banana</i>, where Tanukichi discovered Raiki in a compromising (and academically fascinating from an anatomical perspective) position with Oboro. Being unable to see that might be the worst fate imaginable.
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So let's talk about Oboro Tsukimigusa for a moment. This poor boy was "hired" by the Nishikinomiya family to serve Anna and protect her from perverted influences. In this poor boy's training process, they subjected him to a rather extreme and extraordinary brainwashing program that left him with, quite simply, no personal identity beyond whatever the family decided to assign to him. Naturally such a bodyguard would have to have the ability to go with Anna wherever he was needed. And so, in their attempt to keep their daughter free of perversion, they made that personality female. Stuck him in a dress. Made all his forms have a tick in the "female" box. Didn't even tell Anna that he was a boy.
In other news, the seemingly impossible has happened and the "most insanely misguided parent" award has been taken from Gendo Ikari and given to Anna's parents. I know. I know, it is also a shock to me. But when parents go out of their way to prevent their daughter from being sullied to such an extent and then don't quite catch that they're actually raising her to be a tremendous pervert, and that many of the efforts they're making are actually pretty kinky... Well, I don't know what to say, but they sure as hell earned that award.
Anyway. Oboro wasn't actually with Anna at that precise moment in time since he was on the essential duty of ensuring that the disciplinary council was fully prepared and capable of preventing any and all forms of filth, dirt and corruption that might be found on school grounds.
They were standing in front of him in the position known as “at attention”, much as Oboro was himself. He was stoic. Completely lacking in emotions. His eyes were without bias. He was looking at them with the intention of improving their performance level, and with no other thoughts behind his eyes.
"Today," he said in a feminine, robotic tone. "We shall concentrate our efforts on eliminating all forms of fluids from the school. No water. No soft drinks. Yes, Miss Iroha Katsuko?"
"Pardon me, ma'am!" the disciplinary member smartly saluted. The "ma'am" was born from the fact that nobody in the room knew Oboro was biologically male. How healthy and not-perverted. "May I enquire why we are removing fluids from the school ground? Especially water."
"It is because my research has indicated there used to be a form of contest called a 'wet t-shirt', that dirty people would attend," Oboro calmly explained. "Therefore, we shall purposefully eliminate any possibility of such a contest occurring on school -"
Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Something blue. Seeping underneath the door. The disciplinary members, including Oboro, stared at it in brief muted confusion before swiftly shifting into battle-ready positions they had practised many times before. There was no doubt in Oboro's mind. This must be how those filthy contests began! The tiny part of his mind that was still allowed to analyse the world piped up then, pointing out that the strange blue liquid was moving in a way that liquids tended not to. A liquid will tend to move towards the lowest point, unless something (such as an electric current) is actively forcing it not to.
However. The unidentified liquid coming under the door almost seemed to be pushing forward without spreading out along the floor. Liquids didn't tend to do that. Nor did they suddenly start to rise up, or blink, or develop facial features or hair that looked rather similar to -
"Miss Anna," Oboro smartly saluted. "Welcome to the disciplinary committee training. Have you come to observe our progress?"
"Uh... I don't think that's actually -"
A flick of the wrist, and the wall by the interruptor's head had a rather significant dent in it, where a pencil had embedded itself all the way up to the eraser on the end. "Please remain silent until spoken to," Oboro calmly warned, the only warning he would give. "Return to your positions, at attention. Miss Anna shall give us instructions shortly."
They did so under fearful, silent protest, and Oboro stood in front of them. Anna herself trailed her strangely translucent fingers across her equally translucent lips, then suddenly seemed to drop to the floor for no reason that Oboro could determine. She slid like a snake underneath Oboro's skirt, lifted her head and then -
One of the committee raised a trembling hand. Oboro calmly said, "Permission to speak denied."
They all swallowed nervously and watched as - Let's not be coy here, Oboro was getting his dick sucked by a love nectar slimegirl right in full view of the disciplinary committee. This kind of shows how thorough and deeply rooted the brainwashing was. Any other male in this experience would definitely be reacting to this. The penis, you know, it's kind of sensitive to both pleasure and pain. Prioritises protection, and also incentivises for reproduction-centric activities. Even the gayest man living on Mount Gay having his dick sucked by a woman would at least <i>react</i> to the experience.
But Oboro didn't even flinch. He was having his balls soaked and his shaft teased, and neither his breathing, his heart rate nor his blinking rate gave the slightest budge. You see, that brainwashing actually didn't prevent Anna from doing perverted things herself. Her parents had assumed it was only possible for perverted things to be done to her, and acted accordingly. Bit of an oversight, really, that shows how incomplete their thought process was in the end.
After a few minutes of... Well, it wasn't exactly awkward silence what with the slurping and the nervous gulps, and the disquieted whimpers, but that does rather explain what those few minutes were like for all involved, so let's move on to what happened next. Oboro came. And in the face of that overwhelming experience that made strong men weak and weak men faint yet left them always, always seeking more and more and more... Oboro did absolutely nothing but stand there stock still.
The slimegirl emerged from beneath that skirt with a rather large amount of white stuff that quickly dissipated throughout her body, right at about the same moment that the door swung open and a certain silver-haired student council president strode inside saying, "Oboro, something's happened and I need your - Oh! There's one now!"
"Miss Anna," Oboro said. "I did not know you had the ability to be in two places at once. How interesting."
"That's not me!" Anna exclaimed, pointing at the slimegirl made of her own love nectar. "That's - Ah, what is it doing now?"
"Tee, hee!" the slimegirl tittered coyishly. "Chuuuuu- PAHPOW!"
To the horror of everyone in the room that wasn't a brainwashed flunky the slimegirl split cleanly in two. Where once there was one bluish, translucent Anna slimegirl, there was now... One bluish translucent Anna slimegirl standing next to a slightly more whitish slimegirl that had an even more feminine version of Oboro's face. And a great deal more emotional expression. In this case, the emotion in question was somewhere between "ravenous" and "horny."
"Oh," Anna said. "Oh dear. Oboro, I think we may need to resolve this. With great haste."
"I shall not allow this facsimile to continue existing," Oboro warned. "Disciplinary council! This is no time for a nap! We have a dirty intruder to apprehend."
"Actually, I think they might have fainted," Anna said. The slimegirls turned towards the pair and licked their lips in a manner that, by rights, would set off the Peacemakers they weren't wearing.
- Where's the third one gone?
- Ayame and Tanukichi discuss what this could mean.
- Anna and Oboro try to contain the slimegirls. With limited success.
- Hyouka accidentally makes things worse.
- Something else
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