There's a really, really good reason that in any pen and paper RPG, one major piece of advice given is that you don't. Split. The. Party. There are two reasons for this. One, from the Doylist perspective is that it's a total bitch to run. From the Watsonian point of view, it is just kinda really risky because most parties in pen and paper RPGs are built to work together and lose a lot of effectiveness if split.
This has resulted in people booing when someone says "let's split the party" in other contexts as well. Especially in horror movies, where such actions will keep you from watching each other back. Make it easier for the killer/monster to sneak out of the shadows and pick them off one at a time.
And, well, I don't really think this story quite counts as erotic horror, but hearing these four decide to split the party is probably not settling well with most readers on a meta level. I mean, on one hand it makes sense - they can cover more ground this way, by quite a bit. On the other... They might have a better chance of spotting and catching the damned thing if they're all together. They can help each other out, prevent each other from going into a kissing fit. Or maybe the greater numbers would all but guarantee a smooch orgy. It's hard to say really.
Either way, Motoko and Kanako were one group, while Keitaro and Naru were another. That should have tipped off that something wasn't right immediately, as Kanako would have absolutely rather torn out her own stomach than not be in Keitaro's group.
Which left Motoko alone with her... kiss slave. The more she thought about that, the less good that sounded. In fact, it felt completely unlike her to use extremely addictive smoochies to turn someone into her personal servant even if it was only intended in self defense.
Motoko glanced across at Kanako, and tried to avoid staring at those luscious lips of hers. The two of them did not get on. Kanako saw her as a rival for Keitaro's affections and, bluntly, she still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about him. That caused friction between them, but no more so than anyone else in the dorm.
"Kanako, if I ordered you to walk on your hands -"
And she was already doing a handstand walk down the corridor. It made her squirm a bit. Thinking about that time. The time when Kanako quite literally molested her to orgasm. Out in public. With her skilled nimble fingers. Then there were the other skills she'd learned over time. This was actually the first time Motoko had ever managed to win against her in anything. Literally anything. The girl was, to put it simply, hyper-competent in multiple areas. Maybe Kanako could teach some of that to Motoko.
Like how to use her fingers to make a woman feel almost as good as if she'd been kissed by one of these smooch-happy fools.
"Kanako, I would like you to teach me a few things," Motoko said. She clicked her lips while staring at Kanako's upside down legs. Why did she get the feeling she was just as nimble with her feet as she was with her hands? "Yes, when this is done with, I would like you to help me train. Help me become the best warrior that I can be."
"Yes, Mistress!" Kanako cheerfully said. "I will train you into becoming the best warrior you can be. By giving you the very best smoochies when you do something good."
Motoko shuddered in anticipation. Yes, that would be a very effective motivator.
"I'll also help you seduce my brother. Tee hee!"
"I didn't say I wanted that!" Motoko spat. "But... It might be useful to learn. For the sake of future reference. Just in case, you never know when that sort of skillset could be..."
She couldn't help it. The sight of Naru bobbing her head along Keitaro's shaft returned to her mind. Motoko's lips tingled with envy. To kiss his lips. To kiss his body. To place that rock hard p-penis in between her lips... It made her phobia fly away. Ohhh, she really did understand why her sister gave up their family legacy now! The lips between her legs were aching for something. Something dirty, something lewd, something - something!
Footsteps were fast approaching the corridor they were in. From the size and speed - Shinobu!
"Kanako! Behave normally while Shinobu is here!" Motoko hissed. The sneaky stepsister nodded and kipped up onto her feet. Then, she threw a mask on the pair of them that looked perfectly like their normal faces without their <s>improved</s> bigger lips.
Sure enough, hre cute and innocent face (with vastly inferior lips turned around the corner and greeted them both with a big smile. "Ah, hello Motoko. Kanako. It's nice to see you again!"
"Hello Shinobu," Motoko said, bowing to her friend. "We are in search of the troublesome machine that Su has built. Have you seen it anywhere?"
"Oh, I was about to ask you about that," Shinobu said. She tapped her lips in thought. Motoko had to fight not to wince. What was the point in tapping lips that weren't even thick?! It was like chewing on ice, there was no flavor to be had. "I've actually been surprised that Su is still looking for it. Normally she'd simply give up and move on to the next invention by now," the small girl said with some levity in her voice.
"Well. This device must be more dangerous than normal and even she's willing to recognize that."
"Oh dear. She hasn't put in a self-destruct device has she? It wouldn't be the first time but at most they simply seem to disintegrate clothing and leave soot on our faces."
"Well, of course that's what happens, haven't you idiots figured it out yet?" Kanako asked. "She's trying to give Keitaro a show!"
That's right. Motoko remembered all of a sudden. Kanako in her normal personality was a shit-stirrer.
"I bet while we're all running around like headless chickens, she's got my poor innocent brother strapped to a chair and forcing him to watch her hula dance." Actually he's off searching with Naru, but this is perfectly in line with what Kanako would say right now.
"Eh? Su's not like that!" Shinobu yelped, turning beetroot on the spot. "I mean, she was practising hula dancing last week, and she did buy a new grass skirt the other day - but that doesn't mean anything!"
"Then let's go! Onwards!" Kanako enthusiastically grabbed their arms and hauled them off down the hallway. "Let's keep my brother from getting involved in any perverted antics!"
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So, this would be your smash cut to Keitaro in the middle of perverted antics. It doesn't really come across as well in text, but you can pretty much imagine it here. Or... at least, you will after reading the below description.
Imagine, if you will, that about ten seconds after losing sight of Motoko and Kanako both Keitaro and Naru had turned a corner, and encountered a flying Kitsune. This Kitsune leaped out at Keitaro lips first, tackled him to the floor and proceeded to use those lips to pin him down.
"Naru!" he managed to yelp out after pushing Kitsune's shoulders back. "Help!" he yelled after another successful attempt. This time though she was able to snake her surprisingly strong arms around the back of his head, ensuring no escape this time.
Naru took one look at this situation, nodded in understanding, strode across the hallway with purpose in her eyes, reached down towards the pair -
Then unzipped Keitaro's trousers and began to suck on his dick. Not even bobbing quickly, either. She was taking her time. Savouring the moment. The taste, the texture, the feeling of it. Like she was being tasked with judging it afterward and needed to write a two-thousand word essay on his penis. As if she planned to be there for hours, skipping meals and sleep just to continue sucking on his dick.
It only took three seconds before Keitaro's arms became jelly, and couldn't resist any further from Kitsune's attempt to smooch him. Her soft, puckered lips pressed against his mouth and there was that all-too familiar sensation of being kissed by the most heavenly set of kissers one could dream of. Kitsune's natural experience and, frankly, slutty nature only added to her skill. Definitely the most forward and mature of the girls who'd kissed Keitaro and she was grinding her mouth against him to prove it. Even that heavy, dense rack he still fantasized about on a near-nightly basis couldn't compare to her lips.
Though the thing that was really turning his brain into pudding was Naru working his shaft. If it had been quick, he would have cum already and gone soft. But no. She was going slow. Deliberate. Keeping him hard, keeping him from cumming, keeping him feeling good, and diverting blood away from his brain.
On the one hand he was pretty happy. This was pretty much the perfect example of a man's dream. Two pretty girls sharing you at the same time. Magnificent. On the other... he really should try to find that whatever it was before it caused more trouble. Not that he was planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Nor was he especially capable of it.
- Shinobu winds up in a hula skirt, and now Kanako is trying to teach her how to hula.
- The machine comes across Keitaro while he's in the midst of his 'torment'.
- Su manages to track down her invention.
- Keitaro has a religious experience. Or at least, something very much like one.
- Something else
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