Story: Love Hina WP

Kanako was not used to losing. It wasn't in her nature. She was the kind of girl who, on setting her mind to a task, usually got it done more often than not. So today was kind of infuriating, humiliating, and impossibly arousing.

First that incident with Witchbot - or should that be Bitchbot - and now Motoko the slutty maid had driven her away from the magic reality warping word processor. So yeah, she was in a bit of a mood right now. She'd had to leave to clear her head. Or maybe Motoko made her walk away. Either way, she needed some time to come up with a plan to retake control over this situation rather than reacting to the general insanity.

Trick was... she was stumped. The word processor was the I Win button and it was not presently in her possession. Furthermore, those stripperbots running around were making things really complicated to plan around. She'd only seen a couple of them so far but there were surely others out there, even now planning and plotting and lewding things up. This left her in a delicate position. The first thing she'd need to do is lure Motoko out of her room, and to do that she needed to find Keitaro. Or Trapbot. Either of them would keep her busy for more than long enough to sneak in, type something like 'Only Kanako can use this word processor' and bask in her victory.

"Oh Keitaro, are you in your room?" she sang while approaching the landlord's door. A frisky smile played on her lips, but she couldn't get rid of it. In no small part because of the memory of Trapbot's... Well, never mind that. "Kanako has a favour to -"

"Ohhhhh!" a girl moaned. From inside Keitaro's room. Kanako froze, and her eye twitched in an extremely unhealthy way. No, no. This was yet another of the misunderstandings that continually plagued Keitaro's life. "You - You did that on purpose! Stop being so rough with my breasts!

Yeah, no, Kanako wasn't letting her imagination run away with her for a moment longer. She rushed around the corner and made ready to unleash hell upon the trollop seducing her step-brother... Only to find no trace of him at all. Instead? Outside the room it was that whore of a foreign idol Naomi and...

"Motoko?" Kanako gasped. She rubbed her eyes. "How did you - But when did you - Huh?!"

The two girls were tied up in rather sturdy looking ropes that looped around their bodies in a confusing pattern that made Kanako go cross-eyed when she tried to trace it. Parts looped around their breasts, some lengths of rope went around their thighs. It was all quite lewd...

"Don't just gawp!" Naomi barked. She struggled against her bonds, and for some reason Motoko let out a deep breathy moan. "Get some scissors or something, let us out of this!"

"Let me guess," Kanako said. "Stripperbot?" Naomi broke eye contact. Which Motoko seemed to take as her cue to start struggling on her end, which Kanako could plainly see was causing the ropes around Naomi's breasts to move. "Which one?"

"Tsunderebot," Motoko said as Naomi was too busy getting off. "Th-this is humiliating, so find some scissors right away!"

"Sure, sure. Let me see..." Kanako said, pretending to look around for scissors but in actuality finding something else. "Say, what's that?"

"Nothing! Find some scissors?"

"Nothing?" Kanako asked. "It looks like a camera. Recording, no less. You weren't planning on putting this online, I hope?"

"Of course not!" Naomi yelled, her face flushed and her nipples plainly erect. "Quit playing around and let us out of here already!"

"Golly gosh, that's a relief. Can you imagine the headlines?" Kanako asked. "Famous idol caught in lesbian tryst with maid trash!"

"Kanako..." Motoko snarled. "I will inform your brother of this... this cruelty. He will not be best pleased."

"Oh, fine. Don't tell him -" Kanako began, then stopped as she realised the bleeding obvious. "Wait... if you're here, then nobody's in your room using that reality altering word processor..."

"The reality altering what now?" Motoko asked.

Kanako turned around and broke into a run. Ah! So stupid! She'd been so caught up in teasing these two that she hadn't noticed victory right there in her grasp! She made a beeline back towards Motoko's room - and it seemed as though the universe had it out for her today, because she didn't even make it a few steps before someone else got right in her way. Of all people, that ditzy idiot Mutsumi got right in Kanako's way and had her waiting in marshmallow hell!

"Oh my goodness, Kanako! I didn't see you there!" the ditzy idiot said while stroking Kanako's head in a way curiously timed to cause her to bounce her head right back into that impossibly unfair valley. "Please watch where I'm going more closely next time, okay?"

Kanako slowly pulled herself away and gave Mutsumi the stink eye.

"You're a stripperbot, aren't you?"

"Am I?" the obvious stripperbot said. Kanako stepped back from the nuisance with a mind to step around her and then - "Oopsie!"

It was hard to describe what happened exactly. The stripperbot put her hands on her hips and then took a step forward, and somehow managed to knock Kanako down onto the floor. Blast it all! This was the last thing she needed right now!

"Sorry, I'm so clumsy!" the stripperbot said, smiling serenely. Then she tapped her knuckle against the side of her head, and somehow made the top three buttons on her top pop open from that movement. "I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on."

Kanako grumbled and pulled herself away. Honestly now, this was pretty tiresome. This time she wasn't going to give this pain in the neck a chance, she was going to dash out of this room as soon as she had the chance!

"Oopsie!"

Or she could get tripped up by a lacy pair of panties that somehow tied themselves around her legs!

"Why're you in a hurry to leave?" the stripperbot asked, offering a hand that Kanako took without meaning to. She felt herself spun around a couple of times before being held close to this annoying pest. "If you weren't rushing everywhere, you wouldn't trip all the time."

“Says the one who is losing pieces of clothing every few steps.” Kanako answered, pushing away and trying to find a way around that ditzy idiot android. But it was difficult to see the pattern in the perverted robot’s movements. She wasn’t even sure if it could be called dancing, there was too much awkwardness to her movements, as if she were a touch drunk, or perhaps on a sugar rush. That said, even though she would never tell a living soul, there was something strangely enchanting about these awkward movements.

Perhaps it was because her beloved also had a bit of a ditzy and clumsy streak. But she couldn’t help following ditzbot’s movements with her eyes. The way her hips swayed, her feet stumbled, her hands affectionately brushing Kanako's hair and face. It was weirdly comforting, you know?

"I'm Ditzbot, bee tee double u," the stripperbot, now introduced as Ditzbot, said. "I'm a bit of an airhead, but it's funny. So are the people I dance for, after a little bit."

"Huh?" Kanako grunted. Now that she mentioned it, her head did feel like it was slowly filling up with cotton candy. "What do you mean, airhead?"

"Don't worry," Ditzbot said, 'accidentally' thwarting another of Kanako's attempts to slip away. "It's only temporary. You'll be every bit as ditzy and happy as me for, like, an hour after I stop? I think that's right? Maybe it was, like, a day... Or was it a year? Can't remember, but you'll surely love it!"

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Naomi never liked Kanako. Not from the day she first showed up. That brat was always trying to get into her step-brother's bed, like some kind of ideal hentai character where 'it is okay because they're not blood related'. It's still weird! What the hell was it with Japan and this specific fetish, anyhow?! I mean, sure, Kanako was a delectable morsel waiting and begging to be eaten alive, but -

"It looks like the stripperbot is keeping her occupied," Motoko said. "I think we should escape while she's distracted."

“What was she talking about, some kind of reality warping thing?” Naomi asked, trying to lie still for the moment lest more perverted sensations would distract them.

"I'm not sure," Motoko said. "I did find a word processor, but the idea that it warps reality is plainly absurd. Then again, stripperbots that look exactly like us is also rather silly. Perhaps there is something to it."

Great. Just wonderful. That was exactly what they needed. Especially in Kanako's hands. Or worse Keitaro's the kinky dirty things he'd make them do. It made her shudder in raw terror when she even considered the implications of such a thing. If this thing could make some perverted robot lookalike for them, the sky was probably the limit.

She could see it, a world where every girl was attractive, filling some kind of fetish to satisfy that perverted nerd. From curvy milf, to cute little sister and tsundere. All horny and ever willing to satisfy every single erotic whim that he had in mind. Such a thing would be terrible. Truly terrible. The only thing to be done was for Naomi to intervene and stop him.

Of course, then she'd have to resist the temptation to make use of it herself, otherwise she might accidentally do something completely terrible. Like creating an army of oiled up shirtless Keitaro's all pledging their service to Naomi. Oh! Such a horrible thing! If she were to do something like that it would unleash such horrors upon the world like around the clock shoulder rubs, and him seducing other cute girls to fall under Naomi's seductive sway...

"Naomi, you're breathing really heavily and drooling on my leg," Motoko complained.

"S-sorry!" Naomi said. "Don't know what came over me. Anyway, I think we've almost got these blasted ropes off, there's just one more big knot and I think we can shake it off once it's undone."

"I see it. We need to make it slack if we're going to do anything," Motoko said. "Which means getting closer."

"How much closer?" Naomi asked. It took a bit before Motoko answered, and she did so without saying anything. Her eyes did all the talking. "Oh. That close."

"Closer," Motoko whispered. "Listen, I don't want to do this. Especially with you. But... I don't want Kanako getting anywhere near that word processor again."

"Not to mention anyone else that might..." Naomi said. "Fine, but I won't enjoy it. Got it?"

"Are you implying that I will?" Motoko asked.

The two of them stared at each other, and then, reluctantly, moved themselves closer together. This stupid knot was way too tight, they'd have to get right up next to each other to have the slightest chance of untying it. At first Naomi thought it wouldn't be so bad, but Motoko was right. Before long their boobs were squished up against each other. She tried to ignore how hard Motoko's nipples were. Tried to ignore how hard her own were. But... Dammit! Why did that rope between her thighs have to rub <i>there</i>?!

"Motoko... I need to lift this over our heads..." Naomi grunted. "But... there's barely enough room for us."

"I know," Motoko said. "We're doing this to stop Kanako. That's all. It's not like I'm looking forward to this or anything."

"It's... it's not like I'm looking forward to it either..."

There was only one way their heads could get close enough to lift this over their heads properly. That slutty stripperbot must have done this on purpose, there was no other explanation. They couldn't even rest their heads on each other's shoulders because <i>that</i> would get in the way of this other bit of rope over here... dammit, she didn't want to have to do this! She really... truly... didn't want to have to kiss Motoko right now.

If she ever got the chance, she would get back at Tsunderebot so hard. This humiliation would be repaid tenfold! Oh, the things she would do to that little pervert. Spanking, candle waxe, Naomi had read quite a few of these <i>certain sort” of short novelettes and she had many ideas on how to get her revenge.

But for now, she would have to first try to get through this while ignoring the softness of Motoko’s lips, or the way they tasted a tiny bit like cherries. Had she eaten some earlier this day?

The rope slipped over their head without ceremony, and Ditzbot's bra landed on top of them.

"That didn't happen," Motoko said. "Even if Master Keitaro orders me to tell him the truth, I will deny that it ever happened."

No argument here. Now, about that word processor...

1. Keitaro contends with Mebot and her evil scheme.
2. Motoko and Naomi reach the word processor and decide to put an end to this nonsense.
3. Or they could encounter another stripperbot en route.
4. Shinobu is collecting stripperbots. How's that going for her?
5. Something else