A great and yet terrible war was taking place between the mind and body of Ataru Moroboshi. He had walked in on Miss Sakura, the number one babe around, spanking Ran. Spanking Ran while also <b>fingering</b> Ran. Ran, Who might well be... number 5 or 6? It was a changeable list, there were lots of babes hanging around and they all had their own unique appeal.
He tried to make his body step forward, ask if he could maybe offer some pointers while copping a quick feel. He tried to make himself make a witty remark. He tried. He failed. His body would not respond. Responsibility had ahold of him, and it would not let go.
"I see, how respectable, putting aside your own dignity to give a student the therapy that she so desperately needs," Ataru said. "Pardon me, Mister Onsen-Mark, but it seems that my services are more required here. Please show a modicum of discretion, wouldn't you?"
"Huh? Therapy?" the brute of a teacher grunted. He scratched his head in confusion. Understandable, as he was a simple man with a simple mind. "I guess that makes sense... Uh, I guess I'll leave you to it?"
"Please do, this will likely be embarrassing enough for the two of them without your continued presence."
At the very least his ugly mug wasn't around anymore. That was one thing he and Responsibility agreed upon at least! Though, for different reasons. Anyway, he finally stepped into the room, where Sakura had sheepishly stopped fingering Ran while the girl was whimpering pathetically and invitingly wiggling her butt in the air.
"This is quite an unorthodox and risky method of therapy, Miss Sakura," Ataru said. "You are aware that you could have put yourself into quite a bit of trouble for making use of it, yes?"
"Yes sir, I am quite aware of it," Sakura said. The first and only time she's shown actual respect and humility in front of Ataru. "But sir, this girl needs it. She has been quite clearly traumatised and needs to come to terms with her past abuse.”.
"Absolutely!" Ataru said. "Your spirit as a faculty member shines brightly. Although, I do have some thoughts about improving the methodology."
Internally, Ataru perked up. Improving the methodology? That sounded like something he could potentially find quite interesting!
"First of all, you can't go straight to the root of the problem, as most psychological issues are buried pretty deep," Ataru said. "Um... You're a nurse, so the best way to think of it is... if you have a cyst that's buried deep under the skin, you can't burst it, you have to carefully cut it out."
"I see! If you tried to burst it, the infection would spread, making the problem worse in the long run!" Sakura said.
Really, talking about cysts at a time like this?! It was as if his Responsible version was trying to kill his erection on purpose! Ew! Yuck! Cut that out!
"Right, you've got the idea now," Ataru said. "So, based on what I know about this young lady, she suffers from chronic jealousy of her childhood friend, to the point that she wants to take revenge upon her by stealing her current boyfriend away. Ran, wasn't it? Have you had any fantasies about that boyfriend?"
Ew, ew, ew - Wait, he'd been trying really hard to repress the mental image of cysts being burst, what had he said there?
"Um, not really," Ran said. "Unless you count the times when I've daydreamed of using my kiss to drain his energy away."
"Alright, that's a good place to start!" Ataru said. "Miss Sakura, I would like you to pretend to be Ataru Moroboshi."
"Hold on, I'm far too smart to be able to pretend to be that stupid," Sakura said. While she said that, Ataru had busily written out a note and passed it to her. "Hrmph. Very well. I believe we can accommodate this."
"Alright! Super, I'll look away out of respect for your privacy, ladies, but if you need me I'll be right over here."
He wasn't even going to watch?! What madness was this now?!
"Oh, hi there Ataru, tee hee," Ran said. Ah, he could imagine it so clearly in his mind that it made him want to weep. A cute little curtsey from that adorable girl! "You're looking quite handsome today. I don't see Lum around, so how about a kiss?"
"Hey, babe," Sakura said, and somehow Ataru could also imagine her having a stupid looking grin on her pretty face. "I got a better idea than a kiss."
And then, Sakura pulled Ran over her knee and started to spank her. Oh, the melody. Oh the symphony. It was a tune that he could hear over and over again, that sweet sound. If only he could watch. If only he could play it himself.
"Uwah! Wh-what are you doing, Darling?" Ran gasped, taken aback by the sudden turn in her fantasy.
"I know what you're up to," Sakura said. "You're trying to get one over on Lum, aren't you?"
"Wh-What?" Ran grunted. "No I am - Oooh!"
"I won't let you cum until you admit it," Sakura said. "I will keep you on the edge for hours if I have to. Admit it. This isn't just revenge on Lum, is it? There's something deeper rooted there."
"Ah! Ah! I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Ran, for the sake of the exercise, pretend that what Miss Sakura is saying is true," Ataru advised. "It will help you explore these feelings in avenues you might not normally."
"B-But..." Ran protested worthlessly.
"As for you, Miss Sakura, it might be a touch more realistic if you made it clear <i>why</i> a filthy minded boy like that wouldn't leap at the opportunity to make out with a girl that cute," Ataru continued. Huh? A reason he wouldn't make out with a cute girl who offered? He couldn't think of any.
"I understand," Sakura said. Then the tone of her voice shifted considerably, becoming rather less intelligent and quite a bit goofier. "Hehehe, I'm the kind of guy that can't be happy with just one cute babe, so I'm going after two," she said. Nothing she had said just now was incorrect, yet he still felt offended. "I bet you're like that too, right Ran? You've been chasing after Lum for years, are you sure it's revenge you're after and not her hot Oni butt?"
"N-No! I have no interest in her cute Oni booty!" Ran protested. "Why would I ever want to -" A spank hit her. "Mmmm worship that body wherever she flies off to - Wait, what am I saying?!"
"So? How about it?" Sakura asked. "Get into a three way relationship with us. You can make out with me. You can make out with Lum. You can watch us fool around with each other. Win, win, win."
It made him want to cry. Only listening to that exchange, hearing those sounds, being unable to do anything to see or feel it for himself... it was so unfair!
"Y-You're right. Oh wow, that explains so much," Ran said, quite blatantly breaking character. "My attraction to Rei was purely a means to spite Lum, by proving that I could manage what she couldn't. Maintain a stable relationship with the most handsome, stupidest man in the galaxy. Which would show up both her and my mother, proving myself worthwhile when what would actually make me happy would be spending the rest of my life with my head in between Lum's thighs."
A victory has been achieved! Oh, thank you Mister Responsible Ataru - wait, what was he saying! If he started to think like that, it would mean that aiming for short term happiness was the wrong option, and he should be aiming for a more long term reasonable plan that would keep his life steady, secure and slowly provide him things that would nourish his mind, body, and soul. And that bunk couldn't possibly be right! Short term all the way!
"Excellent," Ataru said. "It seems as though you've made quite the breakthrough, Miss Ran. My next recommendation would be discussing this revelation at length with Miss Lum and Mister Moroboshi. If they feel comfortable with it, they might even open up a polyamorous relationship."
"Yes! Thank you! Thank you so much! Hahaha! <b>Lum! Get your sexy body over here so I can have my wicked way with it!</b>" Ran tittered, there was the sound of a door opening, then "Oh gosh what did I just say aloud?" The door closed, and Ataru turned around to see Sakura sitting there in her seat, fully dressed. Though in her new uniform, which looked fantastic on her by the way.
"Now, while I'm here, we should begin therapy with you as well," Ataru said, sitting opposite her. "She wasn't the only one that was sexually repressed."
Yes. Yes! This was good!
"It would hardly do for a beautiful woman like you to be sexually repressed while delivering therapy to likely also sexually repressed students," Ataru said. Okay, good. Let's get to the fun part where you roleplay. "As such, my recommendation is that you take notes of your own sexual fantasies. Put in as much detail as possible, and then consider events in your life that may have led you to having those kinds of fantasies - as well as likely psychological ramifications. Treat it as though you were reading someone else's account, you might find it enlightening."
Sakura nodded, pulled out a notepad and started to write furiously. Wait. What was she writing/ No, wait, don't leave! What was she writing! He had to know! What sort of sex fantasies did Miss Sakura have! Ah, no! This was the worst! Nobody could possibly be more pent up than him right now!
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This might be hard to believe but Shutaro Mendo was completely surrounded by girls at an all girls school all wearing what amounted to fetish gear and he wasn't looking at a single solitary one of them.
That sounds impossible. This guy was a wannabe lady killer, and he wasn't looking at a single girl? They were all perfectly his style, absolutely the sort he'd love to talk with, but he dared not look. For if he looked, then she would bully. He wiped at his eye with his overly long sleeve, and then heard her approach.
"Big Brother, Shutaro, I have finished your report," Asuka said, and he risked looking up to see her captivating form strutting towards him with a folder in her hand. She dropped it next to him, then leaned down to look him in the eyes. "Were you thinking about looking at other girls?"
The merest possibility of lying to her didn't once cross his mind.
"Yes," he admitted. And then the bullying began.
It didn't seem like bullying from an outside view. But trust me. It was. It very much was. It was brutal, it was harsh, it was one of the worst things anyone had ever done to him. It started by, of all things, Asuka sitting in his lap. Planting her knees on the floor next to him.
And then she began The Count To Ten while grinding her hips. Slowly. Gradually. Each count lasting five seconds as she performed what you might call a 'full rotation' motion.
That doesn't sound bad. Right? If you think that 'well he's just giving her a lapdance' then you have forgotten something about Asuka. This girl once stripped down a tank to wear as body armour. She could, in full fucking plate, perform gymnastic feats that would impress even the Russian judge. This girl made Shinobu look like an ant by comparison, when speaking in terms of strength. She's stupid fucking strong, and she's 'giving a boy a lap dance'.
The pain was indescribable... but somehow Mendo was still fully erect by the time it was done. The pain was good. The pain was so good it made him want to cry. And let's not get started on what the pleasure was doing to him. But... He wasn't allowed to cum. Asuka would be so, so disappointed in him if he did that.
Neither of those points were the worst part, either. The worst part was, she kept eye contact with him the entire time. He couldn't explain how or why that was worse than the pain in his hips, or his blue balls, but by god it was the worst part by miles.
"There you go, Big Brother. Now don't think about other girls any more."
"No, Asuka, I wont, Asuka," Mendo sniffed, like the woobie he had now become. "Th-thank you for finishing this report for me."
"Don't mention it," Asuka sniffed haughtily. “I had to ensure you didn’t look at or think about other girls Big Brother. I’m the only woman you’re allowed to look at or feel excited over.”
Oh, no fear of that, if she kept this up then he'd never be able to feel that kind of excitement again.
"So. What is left of your duties?"
The question was stern and impatient sounding, so Mendo struggled back to his feet.
"I - I just have to organise the report you've written, and then we'll be good!" Mendo said. He flicked through the file. "You've put a lot of detail into it, so it should only take about an hour..."
"Well, that's good to hear, Big Brother," Asuka said. "After all, once you were done I was intending to fuck you."
Fuck him? Fuck him?! His erection somehow grew stiffer, and his balls impossibly felt more full. Surely they should burst! The uniform making him much more submissive was the only reason he didn’t explode in a messy orgasm right there.
"I'll get to work right away!" he promised, and frantically set about his task. He couldn't believe it. He was about to have sex! Sure, it woudl probably destroy his pelvis but... come on, it's sex! With a pretty girl!
- Of course, what he had yet to learn was that Asuka believed that 'fucking someone' meant 'sitting on their face until they passed out'. But he'd learn that in due course. Because he was now a woobie.
- Shinobu adjusts to her role as TA
- Ran talks to Lum.
- Sakura takes some notes about her fantasies
- Ataru is pulled into more situations that he would try to make sexy, but isn't allowed to.
- Mendo finishes his report and learns what Asuka thinks fucking means
- Something else
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