Story: Love Hina WP

Shinobu woke up like the rising sun. Hot, bothered and too bright to look at. The seemingly innocent girl shook her head. Oh, dear. Another fainting spell! She needed to control herself better before she...

"Su?" Shinobu asked. "Why do you have diodes attached to my forehead?"

The hyperactive foreign genius flashed a big, toothy grin at her. "Oh, nothing bad!" she promised. "Was worried that you passed out again, that is all."

"Ah, that's a relief," Shinobu sighed, pulling them off her forehead. It made a satisfying 'plop' noise that made her squirm a little. Making her think of something... Different. "I thought you were going to use me as the basis for a new experimental project."


The two friends shared a bit of a chuckle at the shared joke. It was a funny thing how close the two of them were. Even though Shinobu had a super-secret collection of sex toys, she'd never told anyone about them. The closest she might ever come to doing so was this girl right here. Su seemed like the sort who would understand the collection. It wasn't about perversion. It was about aesthetic. Imagination. Yes, those sorts of things. Not merely self pleasure.

"Ah, but you will enjoy my latest project, I think!" Su declared, rising up to her feet to put her hands on her hips. The scientist stood tall and proud. Whatever could it be, Shinobu wondered? "I have created a group of robots who all look exactly like the people we know! Their facial features are perfect, their programming is sublime! Su has surpassed herself this time!"

"Woooow!" Shinobu gasped. "That sounds incredible! Is it truly artificial intelligence?"

"Yup yup! Instant-learning algorithm, comprehensive ability to analyse surroundings, top-tier communication skills, balance, coordination, their own unique personalities. The works!"

Incredible! Forgetting about her own shame in fainting just now, Shinobu clasped her hands together in true excitement. What a wonderful achievement. Why, this sort of thing could get her friend a place in the history books. Genuine artificial intelligence! Incredible, breathtaking. She'd never been so happy for another's sake before, and it felt -

"They are even programmed to deliver a wide variety of erotic dances," Su continued. "Lapdance, pole dance, striptease! They are all experts, and they are all constantly learning how to improve."

Shinobu's eyes glazed over mid-thought. Her friend had created a group of... stripper robots with their faces. Without their permission, probably. That was appalling! That was terrible! That was, well, actually kind of the thing Su might do.

Then again. Knowing Su, she probably didn't think of these robots as anything grand or significant. She probably thought of them as little more than trinkets, playthings... Toys. Sentient toys made for sex.

In spite of herself, her collector's instinct kicked in. "Must... Own..." Shinobu whimpered, struggling to keep the feeling down.

Su didn't seem to notice. "Each of them has different programming and design," Su continued. "Making each one unique in this world!"

"Unique?!" Shinobu bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "You- You mean they are <i>rare</i>?"

"One of a kind."

And then Su frowned and scratched her head. Funny, she thought. A moment ago Shinobu had been standing right there. Now there was nothing more than a dust cloud shaped just like her. Where on earth did she go?

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Not only had the word processor made Naru into Naomi, a busty, blonde American chick who somehow became an idol in Japan, but it had also been used to make her bisexual. She liked men. She liked women. She could appreciate the fine beauty of either gender and lust after them both at once, and enter freely into relationships with either one. Given her body, beauty and fame, she always imagined it would be easy to get the man, woman or both that she wanted with minimal difficulty. A little kissy kissy, a little flash of flesh and they'd be putty in her hands.

Oh, but she was about to learn.

"Silly maid," Naomi sniffed, thinking about her super-cute competition. "Did she forget I have a shortcut?" The idol got down on her hands and crawled towards the middle of her room like a cat on the prowl. Not too far from the truth. "I'll have this little old contest won faster than a shake," she wiggled her butt and scooched forward, "shake," and then again, "shake of a stick."

Well. You know what they say. Pride doth come before the fall. In this case it came when the cocky idol slipped open the little panel separating her room from the landlord's, peered down and felt her pretty, proud face fall completely. Naomi gasped in spite of herself and pulled away from the hole.

No, no. That could not be right. Must have imagined it. Let's take another look. So she did. Then pulled away again and rubbed furiously at her eyes. Nope! That was fundamentally wrong, so let's give that another try.

Irritating as it was, reality insisted on showing it to her a third time. Normally Naomi wouldn't mind getting a free peek at Mitsune's luscious booty, but when that curvy form was pinning down the landlord, when her hips were straddling his waist, when her hands were seizing his wrists and holding them to the floor and her mouth was trying to suck the breath out of his lungs, that was something both unbelievable and extremely erotic too!

She replaced the panel and took a deep breath. No way! Her first instinct had been to yell at them for keeping this secret, but even an idol's voice could be rendered mute by self reflection. Beaten before she'd begun to fight! She'd just admitted to herself that she sort of maybe liked that dork, and he was already screwing around with her best friend!

"It's not fair," she sniffed. Well, why wasn't it? "Why does someone like him keep getting pretty girls interested in him? He's not handsome, he's not especially smart or funny..."

"Maybe it's because he's genuinely nice?" a voice suggested.

"Nah, that can't be it, there's gotta be something..."


Naomi trailed off. She blinked. Then she turned towards the door. Mitsune was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. Naomi's mouth moved as if to speak, but instead she pulled open the panel, peered down. Beheld Mitsune using her toes to pull down Keitaro's pants and <i>my god</i> but that big erect thing was utterly flawless how would it feel inside her - no no, focus, Naomi!

"But how?" Naomi asked, pointing at the girl in the doorway, then down the hole, then back and forth between the two. "Buh?! That's not - How are you?!"

Mitsune leaned over and peered down the hole, then quirked an eyebrow and looked at the can in her hand. "Huh. Expiry date seems fine."

"You're not hallucinating," Naomi hissed. Her mind was racing now. If there were two Mitsunes here, then there were two possibilities. Either Keitaro had some things to answer for, or he was in the best kind of trouble he's ever been in! Either way! "Naomi to the rescue!"

1. Meanwhile, Motoko is fuming about her encounter with Naomi
2. Naomi breaks up the tryst.
3. Shinobu starts collecting
4. Kanako has her own contest to worry about.
5. Something else