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In her time as a Devil, Sona Sitri had seen things that would boggle the mind of any mortal. She had seen the underworld. She had seen cute puppies transform into slavering hellbeasts the likes of which even Lovecraft would find too horrifying to put into one of his tales. She had seen beings from every mythology you could care to name, from all across the country. Some were friendly. Others very much not. She had seen horrors and wonders that tantalise the senses, baffle the rational, and she'd shrugged it off as if it was a light drizzle.

But before her eyes at this very moment was something that was making her jaw drop in quiet disbelief.

"Thank you Issei!" Raynare said, her face twisted into a mask of horror as she sat in the boy's lap. "My breasts have been feeling extremely stressed of late, and could very much do with a massage."

Her eyes were pleading. Desperate. Like Sona had never seen before. The way her words did not match her body language was chilling, colder than any ice, colder than liquid hydrogen, and for a fleeting moment Sona felt almost sorry for this mortal enemy that had tried to brainwash her - but that passed as soon as she recalled that little detail. Still, the source of that terror. What could it be?

"They are quite large breasts, so it's no wonder!" Issei said. He adjusted her position in his lap, then cracked his knuckles. "Don't worry, I'll take care of them for you. You'll be feeling great in no time at all!"

"That's what I'm worried about," Kalawarner whispered. Doing nothing but watching, when she could so easily interrupt. Stop it at any point. For that matter, Sona herself could interfere and ask what the hell was going on - but somehow she wasn't quite able to do so. It was as if some great force was keeping her from interfering. As if... this was an appointment of some kind that absolutely had to be kept, no matter what.

Then Issei's finger fell upon Raynare's breasts, and she made a sound unlike any that Sona had ever heard before. If you could transform pleasure into undiluted audio form, then surely this was what it sounded like. It was release, it was anticipation, it was begging and pleading for more, more yet even more still. It was boundless greed, it was ceaseless lust, it was desire and satisfaction and craving and, in spite herself, upon hearing it Sona squirmed and bit her lip from jealousy.

The closest comparison was probably if one were to starve themselves for weeks, only to then be given the finest of food for the first time in their life.

As for Issei, his fingers danced across Raynare's breasts like a bizarre ballet recital. They moved quickly and precisely in ways that a human hand should not be able to move. At least, not without dislocating a few bones in your hand. Yet Sona found absolutely nothing strange about this.

"Ahhhahhhaahhhhhhaaaaa!" Raynare breathlessly gasped, her eyes had rolled so far back into her head that somehow, against all biological sensibilities, they had rolled a full three hundred and sixty degrees coming back up under so they could roll back up again. Her tongue had fallen out the side of her mouth and was flopping around with a life of its own. "Moooooore!" the Fallen Angel all but screamed. "Fuck, fuck, no wonder Mittelt became your slave!"

Her body convulsed, went completely still, and then she didn't so much topple out of Issei's lap as pour out onto the floor in front of him.  No sooner had she done so than the other Fallen Angel took her place, looking even more panic stricken than she had already.

This time though... This time Sona understood to some degree what it was that she was afraid of. Even though Issei himself hadn't done anything strange, that reaction was completely terrifying.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Kallawarner gasped, and hearts appeared in her eyes almost instantly. But this time Sona tuned it out. Something seemed strange about this. Not Issei himself of course, as he was completely normal. The reactions of those Fallen Angels were... nonsensical. Why submit themselves to this treatment apparently unwillingly, then react in this way? What was Issei doing to them?

Nothing. He was giving them a completely ordinary, mundane, normal breast massage. However! Sona Sitri could not let such things lie. She was too smart and too stubborn for that. There must be something strange within the Fallen Angels, because Issei's behaviour and actions were completely normal.

Completely... totally... normal.

There was an incongruity here. Issei was the only one that was behaving normally. In fact, he hadn't done a single abnormal thing since this whole ordeal began. Literally everything that he'd said or done today was within expected parameters - yet everyone else was behaving out of sorts.

"I give up! I'll be your pet!" Kalawarner screamed. "But please, don't stop. Do this to me again and again, I can't give this up anymore!"

Couldn't you call it a bit strange, then, that only Issei was normal?

That thought made Sona feel dizzy. Issei was normal and abnormal at the same time. The conflict in her brain cycled around and around. At this point any human would have broken in the face of it -their sense of normality completely shattered, as the magic of the normality earrings would force her - compel her - to rationalise it away that Issei was, in fact normal.

A normal human may very well end up seeing Issei as perfectly normal forever, even if he were to take off the earrings five minutes later. The effect might even extend to things less connected to Issei, if that's what it took. Sona Sitri was not a normal human. Hell, she wasn't even a normal Devil. She was the little sister to one of the most powerful Devils currently alive.

Also, she was... She was... A Magical Girl!

Sona twirled around her staff and declared "Magical Sona Mental Reinforcement!" with a cute salute, feeling strange relief at being able to indulge in this new fascination of her. Magical lights flared up around her head, acting to reinforce the usual resistance that Devils - and most supernatural entities- had to mental manipulation. It wasn't usually used at this level because it was grossly inefficient, but if something was getting past her normal defenses then it had to be much more powerful than usual. Though she couldn't keep it up for long, it would drain her magical power far too quickly.

And what she saw was... Issei doing something extremely lewd, right there in front of her.

"Say Kalawarner, let me have another go," Raynare breathily said, using her colleague as a means to right herself. "I mean, there's nothing really strange about having your boobs massaged by him."

“Hey wait! I am next, my boobs haven’t had any fun at all!” Mittelt interrupted, stomping with one foot and visibly pouting.

This was strange. This was very, very strange. Why had she thought that Issei's behaviour was normal up until now?! There was nothing normal at all about a guy giving girls a breast massage! For one thing, breasts don't usually need them! Not when they're so impressively jiggly that most girls with even a b-cup could bounce around just by taking a deep breath and... Wait, that wasn't right either!

Why did she forget the existence of bras?!

There must be something about Issei that is causing this. There was nothing else for it!

"Magical Sona, Analysis!"

Worth noting that in spite of her supposed self protection, she was still engaged in Magical Girl play. That would be because the Wand of Aspirations works on the soul, rather than the mind. But regardless.

She could see three strange things on Issei right now, or at least three things that were affecting him. It looked like the Fallen Angels were being affected in three ways as well currently, though one of those was apparently elsewhere. So far as she could tell... Issei had two earrings on his ears that were magical in some way, and was wearing something around his neck that was also magical.

Ding. Wait, ding? What went ding?

"My turn!" Mittelt yelled, pushing Kalawarner off and sitting on Issei's lap. She toppled on top of Raynare, and it was pretty clear the two of them had absolutely no strength left in their body.

"Oh hey, it's you again?" Issei asked. He immediately went about giving her a 'breast massage' as well, getting her to squirm in place. "I guess it's normal for girls with smaller boobs to be sensitive, huh?"

"Well, duh. It's perfectly normal for smaller boobs to be way more - Oh unholy spawn of fucking Cerberus, it's even better than befoooooore!"
 

Damn, that was as much as she could hold it. Sona could not hold up this protective field any longer without collapsing, so she had to act quickly. On a gamble, she yelled out something, and hoped it would be enough. "Issei, those earrings! Take them off! Right now!"

"Eh?" Issei gasped. "Uh, alright? If you say so."

Off they came, and just in time. Sona sank to her knees and took in deep sucking breaths. Issei was not normal. Yes, that thought was able to stick in her mind. At last! Now that she'd identified one oddity -

"Hey, what are you doooooing, bustttttterrrrrr?!" Mittelt helplessly moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, you weirdo, you - Fuck, keep going!"

... Except that somehow, he was still extremely talented at breast massaging. Come to think of it, the other two Fallen Angels were now staring at him in a submissive position with hearts in their eyes. Well... One thing at a time, she supposed.

Fantasy Seduction

"Lelouch, do you mind helping me with something?"

The meek figure before Lelouch was indeed anything but. He understood masks all too well. He wore one in his public persona, as Zero. He wore one here as well, as the lazy genius. As a supposed expert in wearing masks, he had to say that Kallen's was a bit rough around the edges, much like the girl herself. She was good at the meek act when she was paying attention. Yet it clearly rankled her, so she slipped up and let her true tomboyish self out a little more readily than she ought.

How would the boys at school feel if they knew this alluring beauty, this daughter of nobility that they found so, so appealing was, in fact, a half Eleven? Well, in any event. While he had seen through her mask as Zero already, he had also seen through it as Lelouch. Her confrontation against him in the shower when she (correctly) suspected him had ensured that much. Though he had to admit, her body seemed to have a little more to it than he remembered. Especially in her legs and posterior. No matter. It was likely due to a change in her exercise regime.

"Is this your way of manipulating me?" Lelouch coyly asked. "We both know you're more of a tomboy than you let on, Kallen Stadtfeld."

Her body language shifted, her eyes narrowed. In all honesty, it was quite astounding. She could easily pass for either Britannian or Japanese with a slight touch of makeup, the features for both competed with each other for attention, and yet also cooperated with each other to make a girl that he supposed was quite beautiful. Supposed, because Lelouch had little time for matters of the fairer sex. He didn't really grasp them anyway - besides the more clinical aspects, of course.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kallen said through grit teeth. There it was, the slipping mask. "I'm just asking you for help."

"Well, I'm not sure how much help I can be," Lelouch said. "You know how Milly likes to run me ragged."

"Don't you usually delegate tasks to others, to avoid work?" Kallen asked.

"Darn, you caught me," Lelouch said. "Oh, and no need to worry. I won't tell anyone that the sickly daughter of nobility is actually a tomboy. We all have our images to maintain, right?"

"... You are such an ass," Kallen said. There we go. Mask completely off. Although, for some reason, the word 'ass' was ringing in his ears. "Milly's asked me to look over the fashion club's presentation, and -"

"And you don't know a single thing about fashion," Lelouch finished for her. By that blush on her cheeks he'd hit the bullseye. "Well, I don't exactly know much of anything myself for that matter either, but perhaps if we add what we do know together we can figure something out."

"Really? That was easier than I expected," Kallen said. "Given the type of person that you are, I thought you'd try to extract a favour out of it."

"Actually, I was thinking you could help me cook dinner for Nunnally tonight," Lelouch said. "Another pair of hands is always welcome."

Of course, his real reason was to ensure it was done promptly, so that he could quickly leave for the Black Knight's meeting about four hours after school finished for the day. Better asking Kallen than Shirley, at any rate - though he did enjoy Shirley's company, she was quite clumsy. Especially in the kitchen. He'd seen her trip while stirring cake mix. On no less than three occasions. Heaven help you if you ask her to crack an egg...

Tomboy or not, Kallen had to be an improvement. She could hardly be worse - unless she did something so drastic as burn the kitchen down!

In any event, they found themselves at the fashion club in no time at all, with the various girls - of course it would be entirely female, so many of the boys at this school seemed to feel obligated to dive into either games or sports clubs rather than something practical like fashion - rushing around the room, flitting among coat hangers, fitting clothes to mannequins. Looking to his left he could see Kallen was a bit wobbly as it was. This was as far removed from her favourite place to be as she could realistically get. While maintaining her personal freedom, that is.

"Why, hello there! You must be from the student council, right?"

This person was quite a bit more enthusiastic to meet him than Lelouch enjoyed. She was then elbowed out of the way by another girl, who took both of his hands and shook them with great exuberance.

"Welcome to the fashion club, Mister Lamperouge!" she said, batting her eyes at him, while leaning into him in such a way that he could hardly ignore her ample posterior pressing into him. Ah. He'd heard of this. An attempt to seduce him. He was used to this, unfortunately. While he had no interest in pursuing a relationship, he was quite used to others trying to pursue one with him. "You're here to see my presentation, yes?"

"That's ri-" he began, only for the girl shaking his hand to be body checked by yet another, who swiftly took her place in shaking his hands. She - like all the girls in the club, come to think of it - was also quite meaty around the thighs and butt. Perhaps a new diet craze was going on that he had not heard of yet?

"We're very excited to show off for the student council!" then she turned to look at Kallen, and in a much less polite tone said. "Oh, and you're here too."

How unfortunate. It seemed as though the fashion club was full of his fangirls. No wonder they all looked so familiar to him. He must have turned down requests for dates from them at some point or other. He was guided to a seat, while Kallen pouted and leaned against a wall, though he suspected she was secretly a bit glad that he was taking the brunt of this.

"Alright girls!" someone clapped. "It turns out it was Lelouch himself that was paying us a visit today! So! Let's get this show on the road!" A mighty cheer went up, and the presentation began.

"In light of our recent conquest of Area Eighteen, we have gone with an Arabian theme!" one of the girls announced, and then out came the belly dancers. Every girl was wearing a different gaudy colour, and adorned with glittering jewels that even he could tell at a glance were fake. Which was fine. It was a school performance, not some high budget fashion show. They actually looked quite impressive for the limited budget they would have. Yes, even a rich school like this had a limited budget, it was simply... a touch higher than most other places.

"Well, it's obvious to see what you're trying to appeal to," Kallen grumbled. And then, she was set upon by the giggling members of the fashion club.

"Don't knock it until you try it!"

"I bet you'll make a great belly dancer!"

Which is how all of a sudden Lelouch was staring at his top pilot clad in a bright pink belly dancer outfit. That is to say, his best pilot - his ace, his secret weapon, the equaliser to Lancelot on the battlefield - was now standing in front of him wearing a quite revealing outfit. The top half was little more than a bra, with two translucent pink strips of cloth wrapped around them, a golden clasp with a crimson gem holding them together. Lines of transparent thread were connecting the top with the skirt, which was made of the same material in the shape of a long fluttering skirt that reached down almost to her feet and at the bottom golden decorations glittered in the sun.

The last thing was another pair of cloth, hanging onto a pair of golden rings on each of her fingers.

"That suits you surprisingly well," Lelouch said. Ah, he couldn't help but find amusement in her discomfort. He leaned back in his chair a little. "Is this also part of the presentation? Shall you be teaching volunteers how to belly dance?"

"... We are now!" one of the club members said, while Kallen shook her head and waved her hands about. "Come on, Kallen! You look so pretty in this, I'm sure that you'll knock 'em dead!"

You know something, this might very well have been worth the time after all. Many in school would have paid a hefty sum to see what he was seeing now, yet he was going to get Kallen to help him with dinner later on. In point of fact, she'd probably do that purely to keep him quiet about what he saw here today.

As for what he was seeing, that was simply the girls all rushing around Kallen quickly, while some pseudo-arabic music started to play in the background. Ah, they'd even brought out a few scented candles to heighten the effect. They were a flurry of motion before his eyes, the contrasting colours making it difficult to follow, though so far as he could tell they were adjusting Kallen's posture, getting her to move in line with the rhythm. For some reason it made him think of Shirley's video from a few hours ago, probably something to do with the light reflecting off the jewels.

Then, the sea of colours parted, and in the middle was Kallen, the centre of attention, dancing without a flaw in her step. Her rippling fit tummy gyrating effortlessly in time with the beat. Then he saw pink cloth fall down, and his eyes felt drawn into the opposite direction. From there, he found himself staring at breasts. Kallen's breasts. Kallen's jiggling bare breasts as they bounced around while she danced. Every little movement of her body was reflected in her chest.

Now, Lelouch had never quite grasped the reason that those of his gender were so obsessed with mammaries. Was it perhaps an evolved instinct, an indication that the woman with large breasts would provide a healthy volume of milk? Perhaps something left over from their time breastfeeding. He still didn't quite get it, but for some reason he couldn't look away. He simply couldn't do it, even as Kallen stepped closer and closer, still dancing in time with the music. Occasionally a flash of other colour would cross his vision - a strip of cloth from another member of the club.

Then he felt something soft push into the back of his head. "Twice in one day?" Shirley's voice said. "I wonder which you prefer, Lelou. Boobs or butt. They're both such perfect induction tools, right Kallen?"

As if in answer Kallen climbed onto his lap, and pushed his face into her cleavage. The genius analytical mind had gone for lunch from over stimulus.

"Serves him right for being a smug jerk," Kallen said. "Alright girls, you can head back to the swim club now. Be sure to thank Bella for letting me borrow her wardrobe."

And then, the two girls started whispering in Lelouch's ear. Oh, the things they were whispering...

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Euphemia had to admit, she'd not grasped the nature of this club at first, nor the importance of their research. Luckily for her, she had two members to show her the ropes. This was good because, bluntly, Euphemia was a touch too innocent and sheltered to think of matters like lust. She was a bit too caught up in the idea of old fashioned courtly romance, or political marriages, to spend much of her time thinking about things like turn ons, turn offs, fetishes, fantasies, eroticism...

But after a quick demonstration, she got it. Now, if you asked her to nail down any particular aspect of the demonstration she wouldn't be able to point to anything in particular. But she got it! Or at least she felt like she got it. Either way, they had unlocked a hidden side of herself that she'd never known existed before.

Which is why she was standing in front of a full length mirror wearing a snug jumper that barely covered her breasts - which were bigger than many gave her credit, thank you very much - and a white pleated skirt that was somehow shorter than the Ashford Academy girl's uniform. Oh, alongside a pair of white thigh high socks with gold trim, a pair of comfortable sneakers, and these nifty little handheld things called pom-poms.

Do note that this description did not include any kind of underwear. There is a reason for that.

"My goodness, you were right. I do feel... good while wearing this," Euphemia said, giving herself a twirl while looking in the mirror. "Can you clear some space? I want to try something I saw on television once."

"Certainly dahling," Bella said, and the two club members stepped back, no doubt expecting Euphemia to do some clumsy high kicks.

Only for her to do a backward somersault, a triple flip leap, an effortless cartwheel, a forward roll, a leap in the air that brought her head quite a bit closer to the ceiling than either of the girls felt comfortable with, and then ending with a splits while her pompoms were up in a Y formation.

Needless to say but they were staring at her slack jawed. It's not especially well known, but Princess Euphemia is an actual beast when it comes to athletics. She, uh, just doesn't have much of a motivation to show it off. Cornelia might dote on Euphemia, but she has the girl on a very strict diet and exercise regime like no other on Earth.

Those familiar with the show probably had flashbacks to a certain Massacre incident. Try not to dwell on that, we are here for fun sexy times only.

"That was quite invigorating," Euphemia said. "I wonder what Suzaku would think of me like this..."

Little did she realise, such thoughts were exactly the sort that the club wanted to promote. Especially when considered the flushness of her cheeks when she said that aloud. Whether she knew it or not, Princess Euphemia had discovered her 'fetish'. Read: Had one installed into her by the experimental procedures the Fantasy Seduction Club's research had produced.

The next step, then, was to finish their little induction. Which was the part they always enjoyed the most.

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When Lelouch awakened <s>he</s> she was sitting on a chair in <s>the fashion club's room made up to look like the </s> Ashford student council's meeting room. <s>He</S> she was wearing a belly dancer costume, likely because <s>Kallen and Shirley had made him wear it while he was under</s> Milly made <s>him</s> her.

Naturally, both Kallen and Shirley were wearing similar attire. Lelouch sighed. Ah, that girl. At the very least it was a bit of a more normal sight to see those two engaged in a heated discussion about something or other.

"Stubborn! I want a more romantic scene," Shirley said. "It'll be much more fun that way."

"Get real," Kallen sniffed. "I want to see him go full ham. Something about that lazy genius is tickling my -"

"What's romantic about chewing the scenery?"

"Trust me girl, a good orator can get your motor running before you know it."

"How novel, it's not like the two of you to discuss your preferences so openly," Lelouch said. The two girls jumped, giving the impression they'd somehow missed<s>him</s>her. It did fit the general view the two of them gave off: Shirley was a romantic at heart, while Kallen would prefer someone with a more boisterous personality. The two of them turned, and stalked around Lelouch, giving the impression of a predator circling prey. "Hrm? Did I say something strange?"

"You see? We did it so long that Lelouch woke up," Kallen said. "Look, you had your fun already. How about I have my turn?"

"... Fine," Shirley huffed. All of a sudden Lelouch had the impression that <s>his</s> her impression of the conversation weren't right at all. Especially when the girls started to dance again and -

Shirley's hands grabbed Lelouch's head with surprising strength, and forced him to stare at Kallen, in particular at chest level. The tomboyish redhead (as opposed to the ditzy one behind him) was gyrating her body in a manner akin to a bellydance, but sort of... modified, so that it emphasised her chest rather than her belly. Lelouch had to admit to being a little jealous, her breasts were quite impressive, there was a reason that Kallen was one of the most desired girls in school. Actually, not just one reason. There were quite a lot of them, but her breasts were up there.

Although it always puzzled <s>him</s> her why, oh why, boys were so obsessed with them - wait, that thought seemed familiar for some reason.

"You're a thicc, wet, needy girl," Kallen said.

"So thicc, so wet," Shirley whispered, giggling a little after she was done. Lelouch blinked slowly. The thought seemed... familiar to <s>him</s> her for some reason. "Even if it will only last a little while."

Yeah, that's right. Something about this being a temporary effect...? Laying the foundation for 'future fun'...? Something like a fundamental change in identity like this can only last so long before the person rebels and - Oh, now Kallen was putting <s>his</s> her hands on her chest, holding them there while continuing to dance. Lelouch's hands reflexively squeezed, they were firm, they were... pleasant to the touch. Their bounce, their heft, they were quite aesthetically pleasing to both sight and touch.

"You're trying to think again," Kallen warned, draping part of her outfit around the back of Lelouch's head. "Empty that head of all those nasty little thoughts of yours, and become a thicc wet girl for me. You're a thicc wet girl, who is going to give me advice on how to seduce my man in the most over the top manner you can think of."

It continued like that for another minute or so, with Kallen continuing to bounce her breasts, and hence the jewelry nestled in her cleavage, right in front of Lelouch's eyes. As well, this strange perfume she was wearing was quite intoxicating. A heady flowery blend that filled the nose as if crowding out all other aromas. Much as her words, her repeated mantra was crowding out all thoughts.

"I'm a thicc wet girl," Lelouch said. Kallen stepped aside, and let her look in the mirror. Standing there was, indeed, a thicc girl with moist skin, wearing a belly dancer outfit. Lelouch ran her hands along her thighs, revelling in how thicc and wet they felt ."So thicc, so wet, so horny and needy."

Lelouch blinked. The illusion was complete. The spell was cast. Even if it would only last a few minutes before her masculine identity reasserted itself, for the time being her personality was set in place. She turned towards Kallen, who was meekly standing there, despite looking like an absolute dish in her own belly dancer uniform - which was Milly's idea, naturally enough.

"So what is this I hear about a guy that you like?" Lelouch asked. She put her hand above her head and shimmied her belly, then spun around, revelling in how thoroughly feminine she felt. "Really now Kallen! Any man that you like should be putty in your hands."

"You think so?" Kallen asked. "What should I do to seduce him?"

Whether under hypnotic entrancement or not, whether believing to be male or female, one thing would always be true about Lelouch. Namely, the over the top hammy nature that came naturally to the Britannian Royal family.

"The answer is as old as humanity itself, and shall remain true until the last human passes on," Lelouch said. "Use your breasts! Draw his eye to them, and make it clear what you've got going on. I've seen your naked form, Kallen, and those tits will ensnare the will of any man you set to use them upon."

"H-How do I do that?" Kallen meekly asked.

"There are many methods," Lelouch continued. "For a wet, thicc girl like you a pair of breasts like those will be suitable for any of them."

"Are they really that impressive?" Kallen asked, looking down to study them. To that, Lelouch could only smirk, skip over and plant a big sloppy smooch upon them.

"Girl, they are fabulous!" Lelouch said, then spun around and leaned back into her, grinding her butt right into Kallen's crotch. "Pay no heed to the voice of self recrimination! How are you to obtain what you desire if you do not reach out to grab it?"

"Oh fuck, you were right, this is way hotter!" Shirley said from the corner of the room. But Lelouch... ignored her. For some reason it was as if she was not even there. Regardless! Lelouch spun away from Kallen and, in turn, spun Kallen around as well, then leaned over to put her hands on her knees.

"Remember well these poses, for they shall allow you to entrance any man!" Lelouch said. "The lean forward! This will draw his focus to your neckline"

"Like this?" Kallen asked, and copied the motion superbly. Why, Lelouch almost felt as if she was getting erect too, even though she obviously did not have a penis. The sight of Kallen leaning forward in such a manner with such a skimpy outfit, how could anyone not gaze upon the wondrous fleshy valley?

"Next, the embrace!" Lelocuh said, darting forward and hugging Kallen tightly. "Make it natural. Give him an excuse for a hug. A trip will do fine, so long as you make it seem as though you are holding onto him for balance. Either way! Let him feel the immenseness of your chest! While they are a feast for the eyes, do not forget the importance of texture. Show it to him with as many of his senses as you can!"

Kallen hugged her back. Remarkable, like this they did indeed feel even bigger than they looked. Oh, she almost felt envious of the boy she would be seducing.

"What if those don't work?" Kallen asked. "What should I do then?"

"The answer is simple," Lelouch continued, swanning off towards the side of the room. "You make use of the most common compound on the planet Earth." Then she filled up a plastic cup with water, stood up straight, and 'accidentally' tipped it over her top. "Oops! How clumsy of me."

Her hand shot up straight in the air. "Behold, the ultimate attack! Against this attack, no straight man has a defense! The mere sight of damp clothes clinging to a fine bosom shall render them trembling at the knees, incoherent, entranced by your beauty and yours to do with as you will. Embrace these techniques, Kallen, and any man you seek shall be yours."

Lelouch then leaned forward, with her hand on her knees again. "And maybe any woman as well."

Any woman... Lelouch felt dizzy. She felt - he felt quite strange all of a sudden. She was a thicc wet girl... right? No, that wasn't right. He was a boy. He was a very dizzy boy who had to sit down.

"Looks like our time's up," Kallen tutted. Then, she seemed to gain an injection of confidence, and strutted over towards him. "If we push much harder than this, we'll probably break something."

"Oh, fine," Shirley tutted. "Just as it was getting to the good part... But that's fine. We can have him act this scene out for us tomorrow, and then the next day, and the day after that..."

"Until eventually, he breaks in just the right way," Kallen said. "For now though, probably best if you think this was a weird dream."

Kallen and Shirley stood in front of him, staring down with oddly perverse grins upon their pretty faces. They blew something sweet smelling into Lelouch's face and then... "Night night," Shirley whispered. "Pleasant dreams."

1. Kallen and Shirley tease Lelouch with exactly the techniques he just described.
2. That night, the Black Knight meeting takes an odd turn.
3. Euphemia continues her cheer corruption.
4. Let's bring C.C. into this mess. Can she even be corrupted, given her Code?
5. Something else

Hentai Crystal

When you really think about it, the role of Mamoru Chiba within the team was pretty peripheral. He was practically the cheerleader, the emotional support. His abilities amounted to little more than a boost to the abilities of the others. The actual powerhouses were, in fact, the girls.

Now, there's a lot you can read into that if you're willing to dive into gender politics. It's quite the subversion from other tales, where the man is the powerhouse and the cute girls in skimpy outfits were the support. Yet Mamoru suffers from the same fundamental problem most of those girls do as well. He's pretty much eye candy, and that's about it. A handsome, charming, genuinely nice guy. Brave, strong, supportive - and quite often the gentleman in distress.

Yet he doesn't complain about his lot. No, far from it, he simply gets on with what he was doing. What was there to complain about? He had gained a greater understanding of who he was, and what his destiny would be. Such things are often missing from a person's life, and so the fact that he had them granted him a kind of peace of mind that others lacked.

Of course, it didn't hurt that he had a really cute, if ditzy, girlfriend. Who was currently frenching him so hard that a baguette might spontaneously appear in the air any moment now, or perhaps they would find themselves standing atop the Eiffel Tower.

Wow. This was new. Usagi wasn't usually so... enthusiastic when she met up with him. It honestly made him wonder what had gotten into her, and if he could maybe buy out the stock. The passion in her lips was overflowing, though the closeness and warmth of her body was competing with them for attention in his thoughts. Ultimately, his hands settled on the small of her back and gently pulled the two of them inside where they would not be seen.

The two of them toppled onto his couch, and then their lips parted.

"Well hello to you too."

Usagi giggled playfully at his little comment, so he couldn't help but throw a little barb out there.

"By the way, having all your weight in my lap isn't doing great things for my hips," Mamoru said. She bapped him playfully on the head. Wow, she really was in a good mood. Normally that kind of crack about her weight would have him getting a proper crack on the cheek. In turn. "So, what's got you all hot and bothered? Surely it's not just my handsome face."

"Well..." Usagi's finger had found its way under his shirt and started to run around on his chest in a big distracting circle. "If you must know, the girls and I got a great big powerup to help deal with the new baddies wandering around."

"Oh, I see," Mamoru said. "So you're suddenly bursting at the seams with energy?  That would be good, it should help you burn off a few -"

Ah, there it was, the crack on the cheek. At least she was off his lap now.

"His name is Libra, by the way!" Usagi huffed. "He gave all of us a great big powerup, and it's been really helpful in fending off the new bad guys."

Libra, huh? Mamoru hadn't heard of anyone with that name before. Maybe it was his tendencies as a boyfriend kicking in, but he was starting to feel a mite jealous. Read 'suspicious'.

"Is he from the Moon Kingdom?" Mamoru asked. Usagi shook her head. "Mars? Venus? Saturn?" A shaken head followed each. "Any planet in the solar system?"

"I don't think so..." Usagi tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I don't think he said where he's from. But he has been really helpful, we wouldn't have stood a chance without him."

Ding ding! Mamoru's suspicions suddenly felt a little more valid than they had a moment ago. He'd been thinking it was an unhealthy dose of jealous boyfriend acting up - which would be nonsensical given that she'd come here, stuck her greedy tongue down his throat and then told him about this Libra guy with minimal prompting, but quite often feelings win out over facts.

"Are you sure he can be trusted?" Mamoru asked. "Some random thing shows up, gives you all a power boost that you desperately needed to defeat something evil, doesn't give his background...? That sounds like - "

"Like every time that a big villain shows up," Usagi finished for him. Well, yes. Now that she mentioned it that was kind of the way things tended to go. Then, she used a weapon. A certain weapon that should be forbidden. Nonetheless, she used it without mercy, without restraint, opening her eyes wide as they could go and unleashing them. The dreaded Puppy Dog Eyes

“Come on, half of the inners are super suspicious for no reason! Can you please get along with Libra, I am sure you could be great friends!” His girlfriend begged, hands folded together and lower lip quivering as if she were a moment away from crying. "He's such a lonely spirit! I can hear it in his voice, if we abandon him then - then it would be simply awful!"

Unfair! Unfair! This was a cheating method! How was he supposed to say no under this relentless assault!

"Alright, alright, fine fine, I'll talk to him. For your sake."

Well, the hug made it worth it if nothing else. Usagi gives good hugs. You always felt like you'd been given a proper embrace by the time she was finished.

<i>"Aw, aren't you two just the sweetest?"</i>

Well hello there mister disembodied voice. This must be Libra. Alright then, time for him to extract a bit of information out of this suspicious spirit.

"Nice to meet you, Libra," Mamoru said. "It's quite fortuitous that you were here to give the Sailors a power boost when they needed it the most. You have my gratitude."

<i>"Thanks a lot, buddy! I guess? Happy to help!"</i>

"And, of course, you're not asking for anything in return, right?" Mamoru asked. "That's very selfless of you. Most spirits would usually want something back in exchange for a power boost, so it's refreshing to meet one that doesn't want anything."

<i>"Is... is he being sarcastic?"</I> Libra asked. <i>"It sounds like he's being disingenuous. I think?"</i>

"Mamoru!" Usagi whined, right as he was about to get somewhere. "Libra is socially awkward, don't pick on him! Look, you'll understand if you let him give you a power boost. Okay? Give it a try, you'll see that he's on our side."

"I can't do that, odango brain," Mamoru said, rubbing the top of her head. "Not until I know this guy is on the -"

There it was again. The dreaded puppy dog eyes attack. "Okay, okay! Fine! I'll let him give me a power boost, but don't do that again. Okay?"

He had some serious reservations about this. Still, it was as good an opportunity as any to get a good idea of what this Libra guy was about... Okay, maybe that was a bit of justification for letting his girlfriend walk all over him like that. Whatever! Let him have a moment of feeling really smart, okay!

<i>"Okay, let's see... Let's give you a bit of a power boost. Try transforming, let's see how that turned out."</i>

Besides, what harm could this guy really do? It wasn't as if he had the same kind of powers as the others in the team anyway. He could tank, and he could summon flowers. That really was the bulk of what he could do. And, you know what, now that he was thinking on the subject he really wasn't all that much use in battle was he?

With a deep and weary breath, Tuxedo Mask replaced Mamoru and - He honestly didn't notice anything different. He was still wearing the top hat, still with the domino mask over his eyes. Still had the dark tuxedo, still had the cane, still had the snug fitting trousers. Still no undershirt, which meant that his rippling abs were still on display for any girls to gawk at. He also still had that attachment to his trousers, which would ensure that his always straining erection and big heavy balls would not, in any way, impede his movement during battle.

All completely normal.

"Nnnnnnngh..." Usagi grunted. She began to grind her hips while staring down meaningfully at his junk. The same ravenous gleam in her eye he'd seen from her the one time she'd accidentally skipped lunch.

That was kind of adorable. Or perhaps adorkable would be more accurate. Tuxedo Mask raised his hand, summoned a flower, and sent it flying at her. Usagi actually managed to catch it - but then it exploded into a cloud of pink dust.

<i>"Oh, don't mind that"</i> Libra said. <i>"It's an energy boost. For the next half hour she'll be super motivated <font size = 1>and also really, really horny</font>"</i>

"Oh, so I'm a stat buffer all of a sudden?" Mamoru asked. He waved his hand in frustration - and then a large bouquet of roses appeared in his grip. Huh? That was... quite a bit more than he usually created. Tuxedo Mask sniffed at the roses. No reaction. "These don't explode?"

<i>"Only when near a woman. But don't worry! Your stamina is already through the roof now."</i>

"My stamina?"

<i>"Yep! That's the thing that lets people recover from injury quickly. Usually it's reserved for exhaustion recovery, but it's super handy for that as well."</i>

Huh. He honestly wasn't sure what to make of this. It wasn't quite what he was expecting. While he considered that, and tried to work out Libra's angle, Usagi slipped in to hug him and - poof, there went the flowers, and it was weird but he'd swear that pink cloud shot right into her mouth without any of it going into him.

"What's your angle?" Tuxedo Mask asked. "What do you get out of this?"

<i>"Oh, nothing much, you paranoid silly! Say, maybe it'll make more sense if you see what Sailor Moon looks like now. Go ahead, Usagi! Transform for him."</i>

"Moon Prism, Libra Power Up!"

He'd seen Sailor Moon transform numerous times before, of course. Usually a new form would come with a tweak to the formula, but this went a little bit differently than he was expecting. Her body became this weird rainbowish thing, except for her dazzling, pretty eyes... and for some reason her butt. Usagi's body spun around, and then the leotard formed over her body. Although, funny thing, he was pretty sure her breasts didn't suddenly bounce out like that, growing twice the size in the blink of an eye.

She continued to spin around- oh, and it was a thong leotard as well, how nice - then put her hands to her forehead right as the gloves appearced. Dazzling, spectacular as always. Although really, he was fairly certain there should have been a bit more to the leotard between her breasts and that bow, right? As it stood the bow was covering more of her breasts than the leotard was.

Next were the boots then the remarkably short skirt. Usagi had her knee lifted while continuing to spin around. Then she saluted smartly and winked as if to say that there was almost nothing she wouldn't do to give you sexual relief if given half the chance. Then again, that might be the, ahem, modified version of her uniform giving that impression.

It was hard to explain exactly. It was as if someone had said "Hey ,let's make a slutty Sailor Moon cosplay" and then put it on the actual real Sailor Moon. Now granted there was something inherently erotic about the normal uniform, but this was taking it a step too far.

"So? What do you think?" Sailor Moon asked. She took a step, and he was pretty sure he got a pretty good look at her butt just now. From taking a 'step'. Towards him.

"Haha, so get real, what does your uniform actually look like now?" Tuxedo Mask asked. "There's no way you'd be caught dead in that out in public." Unless.. Something clicked for him just then. Unless this Libra thing was a pervert. He opened his mouth to warn Usagi, but then -

"Moon Healing Perversion!" Sailor Moon called out, leaving Tuxedo Mask awash with holy, cleansing energy, that neatly and tidily washed away all prudish thoughts. "Mmm... gimme some of that sugar, big boy. Your girlfriend is really, really hungry!"

... You know what, on second thoughts this Libra guy probably wasn't all that bad after all.

1. Libra watches the two of them thoroughly and totally corrupt each other in his name.
2. Back to Mercury and the Starlights
3. The other Sailors are continuing to experiment.
4. Time for the bad guys to make their move
5. Something else

Alternate Runner Akane

It was a brand new day, and Lum was feeling fidgety. Looking around, there were a whole bunch of people wearing those white gi and headbands standing around, punching their fists in the air, screaming out about how humanity would 'beat back the... actually she's kinda hot, but we still don't like her' aliens.

Which made her turn up her nose at them. Hrmph! A bit more enthusiastic than the day before, are they? Because she lost her temper and gave that weirdly cute/strong tsundere human a tiny little shock and got herself disqualified for the day. Bah!

Well, maybe part of the reason she was in a bad mood was that whole lecture her mother had given her last night. While her father nodded with his arms folded in the background. Ooh, she hated when they got like that. Not that they did get like that very often... And it was still better than what treatment they gave Ran....

"And here she is! Earth's Champion! Akane 'Uncute' Tendo!"

"Where did the uncute come from?!" Akane yelled, at the announcer, who pointed at a pigtailed boy in the crowd who was munching on popcorn and giving her a thumbs up. "Idiot! Don't give me that kind of nickname!"

"Uncute, huh?" Lum asked, floating over to look her opponent over. Remarkable. You really couldn't tell at all how strong she was. That body was so slender, almost petite. "I don't see it, frankly. No ribbon this time around?"

Not so far as Lum could tell. However, Akane did have some bandages wrapped around her arms, and a big plaster over her cheek. It looked like she'd got herself into a fight with a Uranus Squirrel and lived to tell the tale.

"Kukuku..." Akane darkly laughed, getting right up into Lum's face. "I don't need something like that today, Oni! Your butt is mine! Got it!"

Her butt? This cute and strong tsundere girl wanted her butt...? Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear! That wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all!

"W-We'll see!" Lum sniffed, quickly backing off - facing Akane the entire time so she didn't encourage the girl to go for her butt early. "We'll see which of us will own the other's posterior!"

Oh gosh. That look in her eyes. It was burning with fire, that wasn't the look of someone who wanted only to pursue and catch her to save the Earth. That was... night on lust! Were her assumptions about this girl's tsundere nature more correct than she'd known? Was it really her intention to - to overpower Lum and - and perhaps use her. The way that primitives would use a pretty face like her. Could it be that she -

"Go!"

The race started and Lum shot up right away this time, keeping a close eye on Akane's position. To her surprise the girl didn't really... move... that much. She sort of casually strolled forward while untying her belt. Could this be...? Was it a strip show? According to the limited research Lum had done on human society before the race (which, by the way, included learning fluent Japanese) it was common for human females to perform such shows for men they had intentions to mate with.

C-Could it be...? In front of all these people, Akane was putting on a mating display?

"Ohhhh! What's this new set of clothing that Akane was wearing underneath her gi?!" the announcer called out, sounding genuinely excited. "I've never seen anything like that! It's so pretty, so ornate, so -"

"That enchanted dogi?!" the pigtailed boy yelled from the crowd. "What gives, tomboy! I thought you gave that thing up because it was getting - you know...? Between... Uh... You know?"

"It's only for a little while, to save the world!" Akane said. Huh? What was going on here? It felt like Lum was missing some context. "Still, to think that Do-Chan would put up this much of a fight, because it thinks I've fallen in love..."

Oh, now Lum understood! Rather than a strip show, Akane was putting on her finest clothes to woo  - Huh? Where did she go? How strange, it was as if Akane had simply blurred out of existence.

"Your butt is mine," Akane said from close. Far too close. Lum looked up and saw a pair of lunging hands going right for her horn. She instinctively wanted to toss lightning at it, because those hands somehow seemed larger than her entire body - but instead she obeyed the flight reflex. Literally flight.

Akane dropped to the ground, barely missing Lum in the process. Then bounced off the ground like a spring and was back up at her faster than should be possible by human standards.

"No escape this time," Akane warned, looking Lum dead in the eye. Lum shrieked, and in reflex threw a thunderbolt. Which missed. "You underestimated humanity! That was your first and biggest mistake!" Wow, she was really getting into the whole “Fighting for mankind thing.” Lum hadn’t seen tag racer this into it since the Alpha Centuarians merged into a single hive mind to race her second cousin.

Meanwhile on the ground, Ranma was sitting there munching on popcorn. "Huh, I never saw her fight anyone else while wearing that dumb thing before," he said. Then crossed his legs. For reasons. "So uncute. So... very... uncute."

"What kind of monster are you?!" Lum yelled. Stuff this, if vertical distance wasn't doing the job then... then maybe vertical distance might! Time to book it! The girl could leap, but so long as Lum kept on flying in a zig zag pattern there was no way she could -

"Hiryu Shoten Ha revised!" Akane yelled uselessly from behind her. "Tendo style! Vacuum punch!"

And then, for reasons that Lum might never comprehend, a gale force hurricane hit her right in the face. Lum was a pretty strong flier, but come on, there's only so much you can do against this much wind pressure.

“What’s this? Is this allowed?” One of the announcers said.


“The judges are saying that it isn’t an external tool, and that she’s not actually striking the racer. So it’s allowed. Mr. Invader was very glum reporting that ruling.” The other said.

"This is such bullshit rules lawyerrriiiiiiing!" Lum yelled, which was pretty rich because her kind normally excelled in bullshit rules lawyering, so you'd thinkg she'd be impressed.

Or... actually, those do seem to be hearts in her pupils, so maybe that particular cry had a different emotion behind it than first seems.

"Huh, that's a neat innovation, too bad she'd never be able to pull it off without that stupid dogi, it’s not like it’s her full potential or anything. It’s the dumb magic suit." Ranma said, somehow crossing his legs with even more determination than before. "Stupid uncute unsexy tomboy... nothing cute or sexy about her at all. Not even a little bit. I definitely don't like that she used my technique like that to save the world... But maybe I should get her some chocolates or something, I mean... she did <i>save the world</I> so I guess she's due? It doesn't mean I like her or anything..."

The next thing that Lum knew she was being embraced by something soft and warm, and everything around them had been knocked over except that guy with the pigtails who was still sitting there cross legged and muttering to himself.

"I told you, didn't I?" Akane said, grabbing hold of Lum's horns. "Your butt's mine!"

After a moment all the humans broke out into applause. Lum had lost. Earth had won. On the first, er, legal day of the race.  Lum couldn’t even find it in herself to be frustrated. Because the way Akane had grabbed her had led the slightly taller girl to grab her by the horns and shove her face directly into Akane’s chest.

"Oh, my baby girl, you do your father proud!" a crying moustached man said, rushing up to them to raise Akane's hand in the air "Now there's nothing at all to stop you from getting married!"

"Daddy!" Akane huffed, turning bright red.

"Married?" Lum repeated. She felt dizzy. These feelings... these strange, powerful feelings coming up from within... She couldn't deny them any longer! "Okay! I'm all for it."

“Eh?” Akane said.

“I mean, it’s not the first time a tag race ended like this.” Lum said, blushing. “But I’ll have you know Oni take marriage proposals very seriously.”

“Marriage proposal!? Wha-” Akane tried to say more, but couldn’t because Lum grabbed Akane’s head and pulled her into a (metaphorically) electrifying kiss.

A hush fell over the crowd. Nobody quite knew what to say to that. But then a scrawny boy with bags under his eyes leaned out, took a picture and muttered "hot" before vanishing back among the other humans as if he'd never been there.

Meanwhile in the Cat Cafe, Shampoo was crossing her legs and smiling. "Hot," she whispered, for completely different reasons than Gosunkugi had.

1. Ranma mercilessly teases Akane so, so much about her new unwanted fiance.
2. All of a sudden Ranma and co have to deal with the Urusei Yatsura crazies.
3. Shampoo plots and schemes to take full advantage of this. But so are Ukyo and Kodachi.
4. Akane realizes she has a problem. Namely that Lum’s family is willing to throw lots of money at the “problem” that is Soun’s objections.
5. Something Else

Level Upper Ataru

Everything was ready. Ten was away with his mother. The room was soundproofed. She had a mat set out that they could sit on which had a time manipulator under it. A clock off to the side strategically placed so it would be outside the time field. She could set it however she wanted. A second outside could take a year inside. Or vice versa. For now though, she was setting it to 10% difference. Not much, but that was the point. If she got greedy and went for double time, Ataru would notice something was up.

But Lum was a clever alien, kukuku! Not just a pretty face, no sir! Today it would be a mere 10% difference, so that ten minutes would become eleven. Tomorrow, she'd set it a little bit higher, then a little more and more, until by this time next month she would be spending a full half hour making out with her darling each and every morning.

It was the perfect plan. Foolproof, one might say. Get him so drunk on her kisses that he wouldn't notice the time discrepancy - and the rest of the world would even match up. It was cunning, it was brilliant, but it was only missing one tiny little thing before she could truly get the ball rolling.

"Hi there, miss!" said a voice from outside the window. Lum flew right on up to it, and saw that missing element standing there on the pavement, handing something over to a cute girl. "You dropped this!"

"Thank you," the girl said, weirdly responding to Darling's flirtation as though she sort of liked it. Which didn't exactly do much for her mood.

"Darling!" Lum yelled, sending out a warning zap. He hopped to the side. "Can you not flirt with girls outside our home?!"

"Oh, hi! I'll be right up, Lum!" Ataru cheerily said, waving at her in a weirdly charming way. Her face turned red and developed a layer of static. Which is what happens when lightning-throwing Oni blush.

Lum backed inside the room and put her hands up to her cheeks. Ah! Sometimes he did little things like that which reminded her of why she loved him so much! But no! She would not be swayed. It was her turn to seduce him for once. All she had to do was keep a cool collected head, and she'd have him eating out of her hands in no time flat.

The door to the room opened, Ataru poked his face in and then a lightning bolt hit him right in the head.

"What was that for?!" he yelled.

"Skipping school with Shinobu!" Lum sniffed. "Don't think I didn't notice she was absent too!"

Ah! She hadn't meant to do that! But - but it had been simmering all day, and she could not keep it in anymore. Although... Darling did seem a bit thoughtful about something. Usually he'd react like "it's not any of your business who I hang out with," maybe stick his tongue out, or something like that. Instead, he stepped into the room and grabbed hold of her hand and stared into her eyes.

It was... almost romantic.

"Sorry about that, but Shinobu needed some help with something, and besides, aren't you two friends?"

"She's your ex-girlfriend, I think we can't actually be 'friends' in the traditional sense," Lum said.

"Alright then, how about this?" Ataru said. "I see you've set up for our makeout agreement, right? How about we double up on it? Morning and evening, you've got me for ten whole minutes."

Never in her life had Lum agreed to a deal so fast before. It felt like he'd simply blindly stumbled into her plan, and was even accelerating it by making a deal like that! Ohoho, darling, you'll forget all about that ex-girlfriend of yours before too long! Lum drifted over to the mat, lay down on top of it and patted a space for him to sit on.

Funny though, she had the weird feeling he'd been checking out her butt mid-flight. Which was a good sign, but he always tried to avoid checking her out usually. Was he already on the verge of realising his true feelings?

"Oh man, you're really eager to get this going, huh?" Ataru said, rocking on his feet. "Well, okay! But remember, no more sneaking smooches for the rest of the day. Ten minutes is your limit."

"Anything you say, darling."

Ataru shrugged and sat down on the mat. Lum sat in his lap, then she reached over to start the clock's alarm - and in the process activated the time field - and then she pulled him into a deep searing kiss that was sure to blank his -

Oh! Oooh!  Lum realized that she was falling for the third leading cause of Royal Oni’s defeats! Being undone by their own hubris! She had assumed she could win over Darling with her kissing.

But not that Darling was <b>just that good</b> at kissing himself. It was even better than the time he had done it after serving him curry!

Of course, she hadn't realised anything about the Level Upper yet, nor that due to his 'grinding' session with Shinobu, that Ataru was now a level 30 kisser. Yep. Nine whole levels in two hours.

What Lum did know was that her Darling was kissing her with a passion she'd never known before. Lum was the kind of girl that really liked a bit of passion in her life. Spicy food, spicy love, that's the way her preference rolled. Well, she was sure getting it spicy now!

One thing to remember about a good kiss - I mean, a really good kiss - is that it's not just about what you do with your lips. Or your tongue. Or with your partner's lips and tongue. A good kiss is a show of passion, a shared experience through which the most obvious interaction is mouth to mouth. However, there's more to it than that.

What you do with your hands can be every bit as important. Are you going to go sweet? Hold hands with your partner? Put them around the back of their head, the small of the back, run them along your partner's thighs? Touch them tenderly? Touch them roughly? It depends on the situation. It depends on the mood. It depends on the two involved.

In the case of Ataru Moroboshi, there was a ravenous bottomless hunger. A dam being burst is a pretty cliche metaphor, but appropriate. See, he'd been in denial over how much he wanted to bang Lum for a long, long time. Call it the curse of the tsundere, the one you like probably won't get it because they're kind of dense. Or they're waiting for you to make a move even if they do pick up on it.

So with that deep hunger, on the level of Lum's previous boyfriend but for a very different desire, Ataru pulled Lum into his arms and picked her up off the ground. He held her bridal style, dipping her low to the ground to push his lips onto hers.

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At this point Ataru hadn't kissed nearly as many girls in his life as he'd like. Really, he thought he'd have way more girls' lips tasted by now! He was expecting to be a kissing connoisseur, but alas he could only truly compare two lips. His 'ex' girlfriend and the oni babe he was smooching on this mat she'd laid out on his bedroom floor.

They'd kissed before. Well, mostly her kissing him. Or the odd time where he kissed her to shut her up. Then there was the time the other day with the stupid spicy curry - you get the idea. He hadn't really had the time to properly take his time and savour the smooch.

First of all - though he was loath to admit it - Lum was hot. Stupid hot. Even without electrical powers she could probably sizzle steak by laying it on her stomach. Which, by the way, was a place he was finding his hands returning to again and again. Her waist, her stomach, her hips, her cute little belly button.... While her breasts, her butt, her legs and her cute (when not angry) face all had their own amazing appeal, there was something about her midsection that had drawn his attention, causing him to return to it again and again in their deep, deep smooch.

How did it compare to what he'd been doing earlier with Shinobu? Honestly, Ataru wasn't sure what the difference was in a quantifiable way. He couldn't point to one thing and say 'that's different' or 'that's the same'. It did <i>feel</i> different though. Like, there was a weird intensity with Shinobu that there wasn't here, but there was a whole other different kind of intensity to take its place.

Alas, right at the moment his hands had worked up the courage to take a sneaky trip underneath Lum's bra... an alarm went off. It had been ten minutes before he'd even known it.

He pulled apart - and then his tsundere attitude towards the hot alien babe he was holding in his arms reasserted itself, and he turned up his nose. Ignoring the trail of drool linking their mouths.

"That's all you get for tonight," he said. Lum made an admittedly adorable helpless whine. Ugh. He hated when she did that! Alright, fine already. "If - If you wear that ribbon that negates your powers, you can sleep in a futon next to me."

"Darling!" Lum yelled, and tackled him off the mat.

"H-hey, what's the big idea? Remember our deal!"

"I do, Darling!" Lum said, snuggling into his chest. "No more smoochies until morning! Teehee! But you didn't say anything about cuddles."

... Dammit! Shinobu's voice rang back at him, telling him that he should have sex with Lum to try and grind out some more levels, but... He couldn't quite bring himself to do it. Trying something like that right now would feel like moving a sleeping cat off your lap. Oh well. At least he'd get to sleep with Lum without having to worry about wearing a giant padded suit again.
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The last time that Lum had slept next to Ataru, she'd drifted off like a log. This time, he was the one sleeping peacefully. Her eyes were entranced. Fixated on his lips. Each breath he drew was like a chorus of angels. The little grunts and snorts he made while unconscious were like an orchestral ballad.

There was no mistaking it. Lum was horny. Now, she'd been horny before. Horny for darling before. Not like this. It was like that kiss had tripped a switch inside her brain. She could taste it. She could taste the depths of Darling's love for her, and also his lust. His desire. It was right there. Waiting for her to taste again.

But she'd have to wait another... eight hours. Eight torturous hours before she could have that feeling again. Oh, this was bad. She'd intended to use this to seduce him, but now she was the one being seduced instead!

A couple of times now she'd had to stop herself from reaching out to touch him. Or kiss him. She didn't want to wake him up. Not when he was sleeping so peacefully. But no! No. Patience, girl. Keep your libido in check. Try to talk him into taking you out on more dates. Yeah, that's the ticket. Wear this dumb ribbon, pretend to be a normal human girl, he'd probably go on more dates with you. Dates which would end with hand holding. And kissing. And headpats.

And sex.

Now, that wasn't a new thought. A couple of times, she'd wanted a little intimacy to cement their relationship, but since then she'd learned it would take more than that. He'd have to work his way up to it. Show that he could commit. Show that he was taking it seriously. Cut down on hitting on other girls.

Except... Right now if he asked if they wanted to do it, she'd have tossed her bikini to the moon and jumped on him. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Keep it together. Keep it together. Be the seducer, not the seduced.

Lum crawled out of her futon as quietly as she could. Which wasn't going well for her because, you know, she forgot about the whole 'can't fly' thing. She went for the clock, then looked over at Ataru just to make sure. Still fast asleep. Licking her lips with anticipation, Lum tossed her earlier plan out of the window. She'd been planning to increase it to 11% extra time for tomorrow morning, but instead she turned it up to a whole 20%. Turning ten minutes into twelve. Then, her shoulders shook as she let out a quiet maniacal chuckle, complete with her fangs showing and eyes dancing with madness.

Then an hour later she increased it to 30%. Then an hour after that 40%. Then, two hours later, she cranked it up to 50%. Why the two hour wait? Wel, let's just say that she'd snuck off to the Moroboshi's bathroom to, ahem, relieve herself of certain frustrations. And she made no further alterations that night because Ataru wound up rolling over and planting his face on her left shoulder.

She was trapped after that. It would be like moving a space cat from your lap.

1. The next morning, Ataru notices something is up.
2. Ataru remains oblivious, continues his plans to level up.
3. The Level Upper is discovered, the jig is up!
4. Shinobu has her own plans for the device, now that she's had a good night's sleep.
5. Something else