It would be safe to say that Motoko had a bit of a sister complex. Not in the typical manner that expression meant, but rather that her big sister had given her various psychological switches and levers that verged on the less than healthy side.
For one thing, she greatly feared and respected her sister's ability. Though she had technically retired after marriage, Tsuruko was an absolute force to be reckoned with when holding onto a blade, or with her bare hands, or even if she was fast asleep. Never, not even one time had Motoko ever, ever defeated Tsuruko in her entire life.
She loved her big sister. She was terrified of her big sister. These are not healthy emotions to feel at once towards the same anything, never mind a close relative. Now throw in the realisation that whatever was influencing her was now having an effect on Tsuruko, and this swirl of emotions would make positively anyone into a crumpled mess on the floor.
"Come along, Motoko," Tsuruko said, smiling serenely. "I saw some really cute boys on the way here. We'll get this curse sorted out and then go have some fun!"
Fun. It sounded so tempting. The two of them did it all the time. They'd find some boys throwing a party, tease them into letting them attend and then make sure everyone had a good time. Except they hadn't done it all the time yesterday. Right?
"I do not like seeing you suffer like this," Tsuruko said. "Motoko, you must let go of these miserable memories. Don't you want to be happy?"
Happy. Motoko's hands traced down her figure, then swept back up to cup her breasts, squeezing those magnificent tits through her robe. It would be so easy, would it not? Her memories of her past existence were hanging on by a thread. She seemed so unhappy in that life. Unable to admit her feelings to the man she loved, and he probably did not return her feelings anyway. Would it not be better for her to simply let go of that misery?
<i>She is sick with the cold after working herself too hard. Quite embarrassing for a warrior of her standing. Motoko is reduced to lying down with blankets over her and a wet towel on her forehead. The door to the room opens, and the manager steps in carrying a bowl of soup.
"How are you feeling?" he asks. Her temperature rises and her heart rate spikes when he presses the back of his hand against her cheek to check her temperature. "Yikes, hot stuff!"
"...Pervert..." Motoko grumbles. "Hitting on a bedridden girl."
Keitaro takes it in stride, smiling down at her, and leaves the soup where she can safely reach it. She watches him leave to make sure he's really going, and is quite deliberate in not checking him out as hedeparts. Although, come to think, his body had become leaner and more muscular in the short time since he'd started working here.</i>
That memory had bubbled up from her martial arts life and caught Motoko a little off guard. Misery, had she said? How strange. That did not feel like an unhappy memory. Quite the opposite.
"You engage this technique by taking a deep, deep breath," Tsuruko suddenly said. Motoko blinked back to reality as her older sister shrugged off her robes, revealing her transformed body in all of its glory. And the word glory didn't even do it justice. As always, her big sister had surpassed her in all ways. The proportions of her figure were perfectly curvaceous, the absolute ideal of feminine sexuality, and the point became even more obvious when she rose to her full height, towering over the seated Motoko with a warm yet also intimidating smile. "Please take a deep breath, little sister."
She did so without even thinking about it. What else could you do when confronted with such an image? Never mind Motoko's own aforementioned sister complex. It completely numbed her to her own internal mental conflict over which version of her to keep: Party girl or warrior. Both of them were caught staring at Tsuruko's body with a mixture of jealousy, reverence and fear.
Again: Not a healthy mix of emotions to feel towards the same target.
"This technique is deceptively simple," Tsuruko said, her hands rubbing up down her splendid hips in alternating motions. While one hand was stroking upwards, the other stroked down, and then they switched, drawing the eye irresistibly towards her cute navel in the middle of all that motion, like the eye of the storm. "You must use a series of pressure points in quick succession, charging them up with a small amount of your own life energy. The physical enhancements become obvious after that."
"Ph-Physical enhancements..." Motoko whispered. A memory bubbled up from her party girl life. The first time her sister had shown her this technique. She remembered. Her hands remembered what to do. While remaining seated she began to mimic Tsuruko's actions, but found the multiple layers of clothing stifling. They were discarded immediately so she could do this properly. By the time she was done Motoko was wearing a cute red mini and a black halter top, all the easier to let herself touch the areas of her body which would activate the technique.
"That's good," Tsuruko said. Now her hands were wandering up her corrupted, transformed, oversexualised body, running her hands in big circles around each of her breasts, somehow resisting the urge to openly grope those magnificent melons when it would be so easy, and Motoko somehow knew would feel so, so good. "Reject those unfeminine memories of training and martial arts. The only thing a girl like you needs martial arts for is to keep your body sexy and fit. All the better to have fun with boys... Or even other girls."
The line was crossed. Motoko shook her head. That kind of disgusting remark was completely out of character for her big sister! "No," Motoko complained, trying and failing to stop her hands from circling around her breasts in imitation of Tsuruko. "That is not what I want!"
"Oh, dear," Tsuruko sighed. "Motoko, dear, this is for your own good. Enhance your figure just a fraction more and you won't need to fight. Men and women alike shall be putty in your hands." Tsuruko suddenly squeezed her breasts, and let out a breathy moan that surprised Motoko so much that she reflexively squeezed her own chest. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she gasped for air, but the pleasure was so much, so quickly that it felt like she was drowning. "Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it feel amazing?"
"Yesss..." Motoko sighed, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. It was hopeless resisting. Whenever she had confronted or competed with her sister in anything, anything at all, the outcome was predetermined. Motoko was going to lose. Even though she knew deep down that she should be fighting with all her might, when up against this enemy it never mattered how strong she was, how smart she was. Defeat was inevitable. Therefore she should simply give in. Accept her fate. However perverted that fate might be. "Soo gooood!"
"Much better. You're nearly there now, sweetie. Those bad memories are almost gone. All we need to do now is make sure they don't come back, and I know exactly how to do it." Tsuruko leaned over and kissed Motoko on her forehead. "Why don't we go find that cute manager and rock his world? You. Me. Him. His blown mind. Doesn't that sound fun?"
It did. Keitaro. Mm, yes. Even the warrior memories remembered him fondly. There was something about him that simply worked for her no matter what course her life took. It was so strange. He was a bit of a dork, very clumsy, a little socially inept and yet...
"No," Motoko heard herself firmly say. Huh? What? But having wild sex with Keitaro sounded positively - "No, Sister, I will not succumb to this temptation." Wh-What?! Even if it meant standing up to Tsuruko? Motoko was completely surprising herself with what she was saying. She stood up, taking deep deep breaths. "M-My memories might be a little jumbled up right now," she said. "But... I will not... Let you... Anywhere near Keitaro in this corrupted state!"
"Oh, that is unfortunate," Tsuruko sighed. "I had so hoped we could do this the easy way."
- Tsuruko starts fighting dirty to corrupt Motoko.
- Motoko finds a way to make Tsuruko snap out of it.
- Keitaro was walking by the room and heard his name being yelled. So he comes inside to see what's going on.
- Meanwhile, Naru is being corrupted by the spell. Starts fooling around with Mitsune.
- Something else
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