First thing needing done: Shower. Cold shower, preferably, and try to focus on what the step after that should be. You know, once her decision-making processes weren't having to deal with the louder-than-usual voice of her libido trying to take charge. Mikami stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and then tugged on her dress -
"Ah!" she gasped. Ooh, that was strange. It felt... Nice taking off her clothes. There was a mighty temptation there to tease it off herself, make the sensation last, but her will was stronger than that. Not strong enough to keep her from letting Yokoshima plow her any way he wanted, but she could at least make herself dump her clothes in as unsexy a way as it was possible to do something like that. After thinking it over for a moment she picked her nose to try and help keep the experience as unerotic as possible.
"So to recap," she mused aloud. "What exactly have we learned?" The water hit her body. Warm water. Huh? But she had gone for the - Oh, never mind! "A group of perverts from a parallel dimension are altering the rules of our reality to something more perverted. Well, I've dealt with weirder things over this career."
Hrm. Now that she thought about it... Her senses were a little bit off just now. It wasn't really the sort of thing you'd notice if you weren't specifically looking for it, but there it was all the same. Her vision was a little more acute, her senses of smell and taste were a little off, her hearing was definitely... Different in some non-specific way and her sense of touch - Ooh! Much more sensitive, especially to pleasurable stimuli!
"I'll need to watch out for this..." she said with a shudder, deliberately keeping her hands away from anywhere particularly sensitive. Then again she didn't need to. She could feel almost every drop of water trickling down her body, leaving little trails of sensation and delight where they laid their path. And she could feel something else as well.
It was as if some sixth sense had activated. Hard to describe to someone that couldn't experience it the way she could, but... She could sense Okinu. The former ghost was hiding three rooms away, dressed up like a stripper schoolgirl and seeming not to care or notice. Yokoshima entered the room, they were talking and... Ah... Even though Okinu was embarrassed about something, she - she was definitely starting to calm down the more... the more Yokoshima talked to her. Mikami took a few deep breaths. She even fanned herself down.
Okinu was smiling now. Laughing. Even though Yokoshima couldn't have said more than a few words to her, maybe three sentences, Okinu wasn't upset anymore. She was her usual happy and cheerful self, adorable and innocent and ssssexy, so sexy just like that hunk Yokoshima, oh, she wanted him so badly, she had to feel that dick again pounding her eager pussy and hitting all the right -
Mikami slapped herself hard enough to send her spinning in place. That wasn't her thinking. That was the new rules of reality trying to trick her. Tease her. "Hey, here are these new powers and all you have to do is turn into a perpetually horny slut." No, no! She was smarter than that. Mikami Reiko was being severely underestimated, that's what was happening! If the rules of reality thought they could turn her into a nympho, well, guess what? She'd tie those rules of reality into a knot around a giant boulder and toss it into the ocean!
Then she'd celebrate by teasing Yokoshima with a deliberate innuendo to make it seem like they were going to fuck again, string him along as far as she could make it a believable misunderstanding and then, only then, blueball the perv. Hah! Serve him right for satisfying her in ways she could only ever dream of.
A frown appeared on her pretty face. There was something off about that last thought, but for the life of her she simply could not place it. Eh. Never mind. At least now she could focus on figuring out how to save their reality without distractions!
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Let it be fully known that Yokoshima was the kind of man that knew he was a pervert and was perfectly comfortable with that fact. In spite of that the reason he had followed the naked, disembodied spirit back to her body had little to do with either any of the facts previously established in this paragraph.
"Okinu, wait a moment!" Yokoshima called, but really. Try chasing after something that can fly and phase through solid matter. You're gonna get left behind sooner or later no matter how fast you are. He rushed into the room just after the ghost recombined into her body -
Her body... Which was wearing a very abbreviated school uniform to say the least. It really put emphasis on her most appealing physical attributes, and those were things he never usually thought about where Okinu was concerned. It was funny. Right now, Yokoshima was feeling... Strange. He had the feeling there was something else he'd normally do after seeing Okinu in that kind of attire, but for the life of him he simply couldn't think of it. Instead it was more like he was looking at a nearly solved jigsaw puzzle. Just a few more pieces, and then -
She hugged her knees and looked up at him, red as beetroot. Redder, even. It made her already currently high erotic appeal shoot up another level. "Don't look at me!" she yelled. He promptly turned around. "That was -" she began, and he could hear the sound of shuffling coming from her position. "I'm sorry. I messed things up and embarrassed you both."
"It's not your fault," Yokoshima honestly said. "You were trying to help, right?"
"Uh huh... And I messed it up. Now Mikami's mad at me, and - and you saw me!"
There were so many things he wanted to say to that. Lie to her, tell her that he didn't see anything. Call her cute. Build up her confidence in her body image. Make her laugh, make her smile, make her comfortable being seen like that -
Except he didn't want her to be comfortable being seen like that. Heck, come to it? Those other things, when he really thought about them made it pretty clear that he could use those as openings to get her into bed with him. Which he didn't want either... Well, okay, she was definitely cute and definitely his kinda chick and he liked her and - And trying to lay her would just play right into the plans of those invaders.
"I'm the one that should be sorry," he said. "To be honest I almost didn't recognise you, because I thought we were being visited by an idol."
"You dummy!" Okinu humphed .But then a moment later she started giggling. "Why am I laughing?" she asked. "That wasn't funny!"
No, it wasn't... But maybe it was more that your thinking is being influenced by the way reality is shifting to their favour. Insidious! It was making him more and more determined as a Ghost Sweeper in training to do something about this!
"Alright, I'll wait outside," he said, stepping towards the door. "Then I'll go find Mikami, and we can figure out our next move."
"Actually, I think I'll stay like this for a while longer," Okinu said. He turned around. She batted her eyes at him. Gulp! "Do you... really think I look cute like this?"
"Y-Yeah?"
Well, that earned him a peck on the cheek. Funny. He'd spent a good while with his dick inside Mikami, but this was what got him weak kneed? Never underestimate the power of cutesy innocence! It can bring the mightiest low in a single blow!
- The trio try to come up with a plan.
- As above, but are interrupted.
- Meanwhile, back with Jim....
- Back with Rick....
- Something else
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