You know how it feels when you're just about to wake up, and your brain feels like pudding? This was actually worse, like someone was slowly slurping the pudding up. Enjoying every bite, licking their lips and making erotic moaning noises at the same tim.e
Shirley was the meat in a boob sandwich. And it felt goooood. Miya's big boobs pressed into hers, soft like silk, yet firm, so firm that she could barely stand it. Behind her, Kallen's surprisingly fit body, strong hands stroking up the sides of Shirley's body while Kallen's lips roughly pressed into hers.
There was a stark and obvious contrast between them. Miya's softness. Kallen's strength. Both felt wonderful, fantastic, heavenly and all she could do was play along, dance to their tune...
But when Kallen's lips left hers, Shirley had only one question on her mind. "Why?" she asked. "Why did you betray me?"
"I didn't want to," Kallen admitted. "It felt so good I couldn't help but want to share."
Well, if Shirley was honest she had to agree that it did feel good enough that she would do anything to keep going. And to not share it with others, it felt strangely selfish.
"As for me, I've always wanted to see you let out your bad girl side," Miya tittered.
"I don't have a -" Shirley began, but was interrupted when Kallen began to suck on her neck. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
Meanwhile Miya let go, and Shirley's breasts felt lonely. Which was a really weird thing to think. Miya didn't go far though. She simply pulled out a boom box from her locker and switched it on. A thumping beat filled the air. Catchy, but the lyrics were almost impossible to make out.
"Subliminals," Miya said, dancing a little to the beat, making her chest bounce around. Despite herself Shirley could not stop from staring. Bouncing around like that, it was as if there was an invisible thread between Miya's nipples and Shirley's eyes. "Before long you'll be a thirsty bi-"
"Actually dahling, we decided to go for 'letting out a person's inhibitions instead', remember?" a new voice asked. A girl standing off to the side in a fancy dress, fanning herself down.
"Oh, Bella! Really?" Miya pouted and stomped her foot. "I wanted to see her get nice and thirsty.
“We can do that with someone else later. Maybe that maid of Lelouch? I wonder how he would react if he came home and she was waiting for him with a bit more than just a cup of tea.”
The thought of Sayoko wearing nothing but an apron, bowing and greeting Lelouch home in the way that she normally does... That was making Shriley feel funny.
"L-look, subliminal messages can't work!" she protested, wriggling to try to get free of her apparently corrupted friend, who she really hoped was playing a prank at this point. "Especially if you tell someone about them!"
"That's exactly the point, duh!" Miya said. "We want to test if that's possible. Warn someone up front how we're going to corrupt them, then corrupt them."
"Oh, Shirley. I'm envious," Kallen whispered in her ear. "You're going to have so, so much fun in a minute.
"Says you!" Shirley hissed back, but then very nearly jumped clean through the ceiling when Miya wrapped her stupidly big seductive boobs around Shirley's ankles and began rub - rub - rubbing them up her body, just like before, just like before, just like - D-damn her! She could tolerate this, deep breaths now. Like you're coming up from a dive, manage your breathing, manage your! "Ah! Kallen!"
Not fair! Not fair, not fair, not fair! K-Kallen was at it now as well, except around the back of Shirley's legs! Her ankles were being smothered by boobs, boobs moving up her legs, boobs and occasional kissed and - and she was even playing with her own breasts while making no effort at all to escape!
"You know, Lelouch is pretty popular with girls all over campus," Miya said. "Is it any wonder you're smitten too, with such a charming handsome boy?"
"Huh? Lelouch?" Kallen asked. "I guess I can see it. I prefer my men a bit taller and mysterious. Maybe a little showy, with a loud booming voice..."
A moment of silence where Shirley was able to catch her breath. They were at her hips now. She opened her mouth and only a moan escaped. This didn't make sense, why did this feel so -
"Oh, Kallen... Do you have a cosplay fetish?" Miya asked. "I mean, we can definitely do some research on that, like, no trouble at all."
"N-No, I wouldn't say it was a cosplay fetish..." Kallen mumbled. "Maybe more a superhero fetish? Say, Shirley, have you ever considered wearing a mask?"
Her answer was an incoherent burble. It was intended as 'no, actually, I have not.'
And all the while that stupid catchy song was playing. It didn't help that their rubbing almost seemed to go in time with it. Actually, Shirley's own swaying body was kind of moving to the rhythm as well. She could almost hear it. The voice operating at a subliminal level. Telling her it was okay. That she should let go of her restraints. Take what she wants, without inhibition.
"What do you want, dahling?" the other girl asked while Miya stuck her tongue right into Shirley's navel and swirled around... And Kallen did the same to her butt. "Go ahead, nobody here will judge you."
"I... I want Lelouch." The answer was dragged out of her the same way a rod drags out a fish from a lake. "To... make me... a sandwich."
“That isn’t the fetish I was expecting.” Miya said, a curious tone to her voice. Then went back to tonguing Shirley's navel.
"He makes such good sandwiches you guys, I'm a hopeless chef so - Oh!"
"What do you want... sexually?" the other girl asked again, sounding a little less patient this time.
"Wanna kiss Lelouch," Shirley burbled. "Wanna hold hands. Wanna get head pats. Lots and lots of head pats."
A moment of silence in the locker room, and then... The three of them withdrew.
"I think we're done here," Miya said.
"Yeah, good work girls, she's a full on pervert now for sure!" Kallen said, stretching out her arms.
Eh? What? Shirley shook her head and fell onto her butt, breathing heavily and feeling her heart pounding. She was a pervert now...? She didn't feel like a pervert now.
“Wait, you cannot be serious. That.. that is enough to be a pervert?”
"Head pats are a unique and extremely dirty fetish," Miya said, matter of factly.
"Oh yes, it indicates you want to be treated like a pet that has performed a clever trick." Kallen continued without a pause.
“Not to mention holding hands, that is pretty much the height of perversion. Cannot get much worse than that.” Miya finished, nodding to herself.
Hold on, what? What kind of logic was that? Surely dirty things were, you know, involving sex? She wasn't quite at the stage where she was able to fantasise about having sex with Lelouch. To her utter disbelief, the rest of the swim club marched on in, putting on their sexy swimsuits, smiling sweetly at her, and -
Did... did they think she was actually a pervert? Wait a moment. She really didn't feel any different at all. Except, a graduation cap was being put on her head and she was being handed a certificate that read "Certified Pervert, with Honours".
She opened her mouth to protest... but then a thought occurred to her. She was still surrounded on all sides. This would require delicacy... what would be the best way out of this mess?
- Make a break for it, hope for the best.
- Play along, perhaps she could find out more information that way.
- Be thankful for a sudden interruption.
- Try taking a hostage. One of the other club members, not Kallen.
- Something else
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