Story: Real World Sailor Moon

How do you outsmart a supergenius? The answer: You can't. Not unless you are also a supergenius, and let it be known that Kotori fully knew she was not. Ami was smart. Ami played chess to a standard real-world professionals would envy. Probably. Ami had an encyclopedic memory that she loved to fill with yet more facts.

"K-Kotori! Help! Let me out!"

Yet Ami was book smart. Not street smart. She probably knew the theories related to social interaction, but putting them to practice for a shy girl like her was an entirely different matter. That was why Kotori was using this plan to try and corner her. Force her to be exposed to as much of this wonderful, erotic lubricant aphrodisiac as possible to weaken her defenses, and then -

Kotori looked over the outfit she was wearing, which had been thrown together from a mixture of Ami's wardrobe and her mother's. A brown miniskirt with thigh-high stockings, a white shirt that was a little too small and a pair of triangular glasses (without any glass in them). Her body might not be half as impressive as Ami's curvaceous, enticing figure, but with the state of mind Ami was bound to be in that was likely to be quite the suggestive mood.

The fangirl gone bad twisted the door open, letting the steam of horniness (+5) wash around her. She stared down at the adorable genius panting in heat, every part of her perfectly enticing body quivering in anticipation at the sight of the erotic teacher figure towering over her.

"K-Kotori," Ami gasped. She tried to stand up, but the aphrodisiac in the lubricant was doing its job well. "Y-You have to think about this. I know, you're excited to meet us, but if you do this you'll - You'll regret it!"

"Regret it?" Kotori asked, tugging down the specs to peer over them. "The only thing I'll regret about this is not tapping that genius booty of yours when I had the chance."

For a moment Ami seemed to want to go along with it, but alas she shook her head. "That's the hentai tropes talking! Don't - Don't let them control you, Kotori!"

That almost made her want to roll her eyes. It wasn't the hentai tropes controlling Kotori. It was the wonderful, beautiful, misunderstood Queen Beryl, all praise her name, who was controlling Kotori and making her act to seduce Ami as part of a long-term scheme.

But revealing that right now would ruin everything, so it was better to play along.

"You see? This is your problem right here," Kotori said. "You're such a shy girl that it's no wonder Usagi never notices you. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, the shy nerd never gets the oblivious babe."

And that's how you really get around a supergenius. Work out their insecurities, and keep them from outthinking you. If it came down to an actual debate, Ami would trounce Kotori in a second. Keep her flustered, and that brainpower goes bye bye. Especially when the evaporated lubricant was making her too horny to think as it was. That delectable bod was ripe for the picking.

"You have an amazing body," Kotori said, lifting up Ami's chin to make them look each other right in the eyes. "Your trouble is that you don't know how to use it." A stroke of the cheek, guide it down the neck, onto the shoulders... "I'll teach you how to seduce Usagi," she continued in reference to her sexy teacher outfit. "I'll teach you how to show her how much you want her, and make her want you even more." Kiss the forehead. Ami squirms and bites her lip. "You're such a fast learner, Ami, that she'll be putty in your hands before you know it."

"K-Kotori!" Ami gasped, guiding the fangirl's hands around her back. So soft and warm, aching for her touch and yet also shying away from it... So cute! So adorable! "S-So that's what you want? That's why you are seducing me? You want to - To teach me how to seduce someone?"

And now Kotori guided Ami to her feet, holding her body close and revelling in the sensation of Ami's naked breasts pressing up against her clothed pair. They weren't quite as nice or perfect or glorious as Queen Beryl's, but nice was still nice and pleasant was still pleasant. A few light touches on naked wet skin here, a brush of the hip there... Ami was very nearly putty in her -

Ami lifted her head next to Kotori's ear, and whispered a question, while pressing her legs in between Kotori's: "If that's what you wanted... Then why did you lock me in the room like that?"

The genius slipped right out of her grip, and why not when she was so well lubricated? She ducked and rolled between the fangirl's legs in spite of Kotori's attempts to stop her, and then pushed her up against a wall with a rather startling amount of strength.

"Oof! Kinky!" Kotori gasped. "That's bound to get her attention."

"Kotori, you need to calm down," Ami warned. "If - If you let these hentai tropes control your thinking like this, then there will be no end to it! You'll be forced into a life of - A life of, of..."

"Of what?" Kotori asked in response. She made no attempt to escape. Instead she quite deliberately pressed her own body as far back as it would go, forcing Ami to hold her tight while letting the fabric of her shirt rub up against those big, beautiful nipples that were begging for teasing. "Debauchery? Meaningless sex? You know it's not healthy to repress your sexual drive. If you don't get the release your body aches for, it will drive you crazy."

"Overindulgence is even less healthy."

Tsk. Just as she feared! Ami wasn't going to be seduced so easily. Even though her breathing was shallower than a puddle, her nipples hard as diamonds, and her arousal around her pussy was clearer than glass. Oh, yes. She wanted something inside her. Kotori licked her lips, and Ami blushed. Yes, that's right... She's still as shy as ever, even if she is smart. Trying to debate with words is not the right approach. Instead, Kotori should use her secret weapon: That other hentai trope that would push Ami completely over the edge!

"Oh, Ami!" Kotori said, in a much more bubbly, friendly and innocent tone of voice than she had been using before. "You sure do like to play rough for a girl that spends her time reading books."

The effect was pretty instant. You could tell by watching the eyes. All it took was a minimal push, a little play acting, adjust her body language and the trope took over. Ami wasn't seeing Kotori anymore. Ami was seeing Usagi. It wasn't rational. It wasn't logical. And that was exactly the reason why it would be so effective against someone as rational and intelligent as Ami.

"S-Sorry!" Ami meekly said, letting go of Kotori and backing away, while trying to cover up her body in a rather cutely timid way. "Ah! Um... I - I didn't mean to, I mean, this isn't what it -"

The last of her defenses crumbled beneath the heady weight of this trope: Seeing the person you love when it is in truth someone else seducing you. Ami wasn't able to do anything at all when Kotori turned around, smiled at her and pulled her into a tender kiss that would soon lead to much, much more....

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The blonde girl was on top, working her hips like a magic spell. Although sex was certainly not intended tonight, who the hell would ever say no to a babe like this? Everything about the experience was destined to remain at the forefront of memory from this day onwards, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust of their hips, the way that sweat trailed down her body, the way her face lit up from their mutual pleasure, the little "ooh!" noise she made at the apex of every bounce and thrust -

All in all, Mamoru was having a difficult time thinking of a downside to letting Usagi lure him to bed. While it was rather true he had only really just met her, it almost felt like he had known her forever. It felt like these last ten minutes had dragged on for millennia, and his balls felt like they had been waiting about that long to bust a nut.

The other weird thing was, he sort of understood her without either of them saying a word. He understood that she liked it when he played with her breasts, not too rough, not too gentle. He also knew that she liked to change positions, for example right about now seemed correct. So Mamoru pulled out, ignored Usagi's disappointed "urrrrgh" and safely rolled her over so that now he was the one on top doing all the work.

In turn, she seemed to have a preternatural sense of what he liked in bed as well. It was uncanny. In fact, it was like she knew even before he did! Every little noise, every motion of her body, everything was tailor made not only to make him enjoy the experience but also to balance it so that it lasted longer. It was only ten minutes, yet it felt like they could go all night, while only stopping to rehydrate!

"Ohhh, Mamoru! It's even better than I dreamed!" Usagi moaned, the first words spoken since they'd jumped each other. It made him wonder. Who was this girl, really? Why were they drawn towards one another so? On the one hand, he wanted to know the answers to these questions and more besides, but on the other he didn't want this night to end. Ever!

1. Ami is taught a few lessons by Kotori about how to seduce Usagi.
2. Ami is just pretending to try to figure out what's making Kotori tick.
3. Kotori successfully uses sex to corrupt Ami.
4. Usagi and Mamoru chat after they're done.
5. Meanwhile, Makoto and Rei....
6. Something else