The situation this particular youma was in could only be described as "truly envious". Before him were three really cute girls hanging on his every word, and all three of them had breasts that could empty a man's mind. Literally. He sighed at the sight of his three new mistresses. Naru, Index and Koneko, all wearing the same white shirts and tight fitting bloomers. Utterly lovely and splendid examples of the beauty of the female form.
Of course it did not occur to this youma that he didn't give one whit about the female form not ten minutes ago, but that was neither here nor there.
"So what seems to be the trouble?" he asked with a lilting sigh to his voice. Every breath any one of them took in or let out was like peeking into the gates of heaven.
Koneko sharply raised her hand, and the youma's black heart skipped a beat at the brand new jiggling sensations it brought forth. "Sensei! I have been trying to teach them how to fight effectively, but we keep on getting distracted by our big, sensitive tits."
To that, he could only nod along in agreement. Yes. Of course that was the case. It was only natural. Those mammaries were massively distracting to say the least. His martial artist mind considered the problem with due care.
"I expect those will cause all sorts of balance issues when fighting," he said. "Not to mention that in a real fight your opponent is going to go for something obvious. They're almost certainly going to focus on your big sensitive tits in order to defeat you."
"Then I would say they've already lost," Naru answered. Yes indeed. Anyone who didn't wind up salivating over these at the merest glance had a will that could not be moved even by a black hole. "Sensei, before we continue we should probably explain. These tits are magical tits that can hypnotise anyone who sees or touches them."
"Yes, yes!" Index nodded. "I've already read through it and memorised it. It is a truly amazing grimoire, that even I can apply its techniques, when I can't even use magic in the first place!"
Oh, the youma thought. So I've been hypnotised by those tits into helping them out? That does explain quite a bit. It was actually putting his mind at ease. Or, at least, at a bit greater ease than it already was staring at all three of those big round jiggly...
"So why do you want to learn how to fight?" he asked. "If those tits can do what you say -" All three of them jiggled in unison and for a moment the youma forgot basically everything. Including how to breathe and blink. "Uh... What was I saying?"
"I think you were asking why we needed to fight if we could just use these tits instead."
Right, right! Of course. It wasn't that he wouldn't teach them. He'd walk barefoot around the sun if they asked him. Sure, he'd have to learn the appropriate teleportation magic and it would take a long, long time but by the grace of that titflesh he would do anything they asked. Teaching them how to fight was no big deal. However, to teach that most effectively, he had to understand the reasoning.
"Surprise attacks!" Naru answered.
"Enemies who can't see!" Koneko added.
"Enemies who are already familiar with the technique and developed rudimentary countermeasures!" Index concluded.
All three girls nodded as one. So cute! So fiercely determined that even without their tits he might have been aroused! No, wait. On second thoughts it was basically entirely the tits, everything else he found sexually appealing about them was based on their chests alone because he had basically no sexual feelings before this encounter. Gosh, but those things were powerful if they could reduce him to this state so quickly!
"I see..." he slowly said. "Alright, those reasons make a lot more sense. What else can your tits do?"
"Well they can -" Naru began, but was quickly cut off by Index, who was more than happy to share the knowledge her perfect memory had retained at a glance.
"There is a huge variety of spells and techniques contained within the book," Index said. She hefted up the girls, and suddenly the youma had to sit down. "Aside from a variety of mental manipulation, there are also a lot of ways they can make physical alterations to a target. Koneko, if you don't mind?"
"For you, best buddy?" Koneko sighed. "I will gladly serve as a volunteer!"
"... You know, I'm glad you guys are much friendlier now, but this is a little bit creepy..." Naru remarked, but she stepped back. Index turned her back to the youma and then immediately flipped her top.
The youma gulped. He could only see the very edges of the tits. They were a little too big to be fully hidden by Index's slender body. Just that enough made him feel so hard that if some bastard tossed a steel girder into his junk there was little question that the girder would bend around it.
"Keep your eye on Koneko," Naru admonished, gently lifting the youma's chin so that his gaze was on the other girl. "Index, did you have something in mind?"
"Nope!" Index grinned, peering over her shoulder at them. "That is the beauty of it! I'll take suggestions from the audience, and then I will tell you if it is possible or not!"
All of a sudden this training session had turned into an improv routine. No, scratch that. It had become the best improv routine in history.
"Change her hair to a bright and dazzling ginger look!" Naru commanded, fluffing her own hair in the process. Index gave her a thumbs up and then began an incantation while running... her fingers... around the surface of... The youma's own fingers began to ache from the envy they had. He barely took in Index's chanting.
"koneko, quid tum et ubera mea iubes comas purpureo!"
A distinctive pop filled the air, and Koneko's silver hair turned the same shade as Naru's. If not for the drool pooling at the corner of her mouth she would look utterly radiant.
"Neat!" Naru declared. "No more need for a hair salon with these puppies! Say, what do you think she would look like if she cosplayed as Sailor Moon?"
"Um... Let's find out!" Index said. "Are you okay with that, Koneko? Do you mind becoming Sailor Moon for a little bit?" Koneko answered with a totally mindless sigh. "She's fine with it. Um... A spell like this is a little more complicated, so you're going to have to drink some milk."
Drink some milk? That didn't mean what he thought it did, did it? The answer: Yes. It did. Koneko dove the short distance across the room directly for Index's chest and began licking at it. Both pounce and licking reminded the youma of feline behaviour for whatever reason, but that thought seemed unimportant when considering the rather essential fact that he was watching one super hot and incredibly busty girl licking the chest of another super hot and incredibly busty girl.
On that basis he could be considered the luckiest youma alive.
"Koneko!" Index said around a rising, whimpering moan. "Quid tumet nauta lunam in iubes ubera mea!"
Where once there was a busty silver haired girl with an oddly demonic aura, there was now a busty blonde haired girl with her hair in distinctive twin pigtails. She was wearing a white leotard with easily recognisable trimmings, a tiny blue skirt and a pair of red boots that went right to her knees.
If anything that had happened just now could have shaken the youma free from the effects of titnosis, that would have been it right there. In fact, he came very, very close. The sight of his master's mortal enemy, Sailor Moon, triggered something deep within him that compelled him to fight... But then Sailor Moon let out a deep and breathy moan, and leaned in for a kiss with Index. The two girls groped clumsily at one another right before his very eyes, and then the leotard snapped open leaving her impossibly perfect chest bare before the youma's eyes.
Yep. That did it. His will was gone. Glad to be rid of it actually. No need for it here. Especially if it would get in the way of seeing this unfold and - Oh look at that, now Index was also Sailor Moon, meaning he was watching his hated enemy make out with herself. It didn't seem possible but the day had been getting more and more erotic as time went on!
"Alright girls, that's enough funtime!" Naru clapped. "Girls! Don't make me tweak your ears." They ignored her and continued their sloppy kissing. She marched forward and did exactly what she had threatened, tweaking both of their ears. In response, both girls immediately flipped up Naru's shirt and began suckling on her tits. "S-Sorry about this. Um... Oooh! I think they'll be back to normal soon! Does this help you with your training plan?"
"I think so..." the youma lied. Because you see he wasn't thinking anymore. Just responding automatically and that was all. "To start with, you would need to learn how to sense incoming danger."
Koneko's mouth popped off from Naru's tit, and she pushed the redhead down so that they had essentially reversed positions, though Index's mouth as still working on Naru's chest.
"A danger sense takes years to develop," Koneko warned. "Years of exposure to people wanting to kill you and getting away are needed to earn that kind of sense! We don't have that kind of time! There are bad guys out there right now wanting to cause trouble. And it is our duty to use these tits to bring them low!"
"Right," the youma nodded. "But you could give yourselves that ability right now, couldn't you? You could hypnotise yourselves into having a higher awareness of your surroundings, that would make it a lot harder for enemies to catch you off guard."
The tit-sucking suddenly stopped, and the youma made an 'aw' noise. If you searched through all of time and space you could not find the more perfect representation of what disappointment sounded like, no matter how hard you looked. All three girls had turned to look at him in surprise.
"I suppose we could do that..." Index mumbled.
"It might actually work..." Koneko agreed.
"Then what are we waiting for!" Naru declared. "Let's give ourselves that danger sense right away, then set about properly learning martial arts!"
All three girls yelped for joy, heedless of the fact that they were jumping in place totally topless. In a sense it was kind of lucky for the youma that he was no longer thinking at all, because if he had then this kind of sight falling before his eyes might well have left him totally catatonic. Rather than only mostly catatonic, and grinning like a lunatic.
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While this was happening, Mrs Osaka was feeling quite good about herself. Her daughter had made some rather charming friends yesterday, and the three of them had a nice, quiet sleepover. Sure, it did worry her a little that they were all so... busty, but she put such matters to the back of her mind. It was probably nothing to concern herself with.
Still though, she did have some things to take care of. When one runs a business like a jewelry shop, it is rather vital that one takes matters like money quite seriously. She was carrying a special case with her, full of only a part of yesterday's takings. It was a secure metal case contained within a rather large handbag, and a discrete handcuff connected to her wrist. Only she knew the combination, and she would open it up at the bank only on arrival, and only when taken into a back room where she could hand it over in person.
Not that she truly expected anything untoward to happen, but then again... There had been a rise of strange incidents of late. They didn't seem to have anything to do with money, oddly enough. Rather strange. Money was usually the root motivation of thugs and criminals, but not this time. It truly did make her wonder...
"Oops, I am terribly sorry!" Mrs Osaka suddenly gasped. She'd just bumped into the back of a woman in a red dress coming out of the bank. A very busty woman at that. In fact, it was the same size that Naru and her two new friends had. "I... I did not mean to... Uh..."
"Tsk, I'm encountering a lot of people who are weak to these today, how annoying," the woman in the red dress said dismissively. She shuddered. "Nope. I am not giving into the temptation. Not using it again until..." She trailed off and snapped her finger right in front of Mrs Osaka's face. "Oy, snap out of it dummy! Get in there and do... Whatever it was you were gonna do, it's none of my business anyway. I have to find a good place to watch from..."
Oh! How strange. It was almost as though the strange busty woman had disappeared, though at the same time it also felt like she'd simply walked away. How peculiar. Probably nothing of consequence. Mrs Osaka walked inside the bank, resuming her normal paying in routine. Luckily there was a counter free right away, and they knew her by sight anyway -
"Freeze!" yelled a familiar seeming blonde haired girl standing by the entrance. "This is a holdup! You are all now our hostages!"
Oh dear. It looked rather like today wasn't quite going to be as routine as she had been expecting.
- Naru hears about the heist, it's time for their team to save the day!
- Usagi hears about the heist first and assumes it's the work of a youma.
- It turns out that someone else was a customer at the bank that day. Someone the would be heist girls really shouldn't have messed with.
- Cinder considers the plan in greater detail while watching from a greater distance. Has to actively resist the urge to play with her own tits.
- Chibiusa is settling in, sees the news report on the heist.
- Something else
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