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 Fantasy Seduction Conquest

Over the course of centuries C.C. had learned many things. The need for humans to indulge in sexual relief. The tendency for humans to ignore what they need in favour of what they want. She had also learned that planning and careful preparedness will get one further with less effort. Case in point: She was sitting in Lelouch's room, on his desk chair, wearing a specially designed office attire. A snug white shirt, pencil skirt, high heels and glasses. Holding a clipboard with notepad, her long luxurious green hair tied up in a bun, looking every part the sexy psychiatrist she was roleplaying as.

Meanwhile Lelouch lay naked on his bed, erection pointed squarely at the ceiling, unaware that prior to his entering this room he had been given a few simple induced conditions. It was cheating, just a little bit... but honestly at this point it was all for his own good. C.C. didn't actually care much for the rebellion idea anyway. It had a higher chance of getting him killed. Meaning he wouldn't pass on his code. Meaning she'd lose yet another contractee. No thanks. Not this time. Not if she had anything to say about it.

"So, talk me through this again," she said, crossing her leg and enjoying the way he tried to pretend that he wasn't looking at her thigh. "You believe that you've been seeing things?"

"Correct," Lelouch said. "More specifically, I have been seeing strange images of Kallen and Shirley."

C.C. uncrossed her legs and looked over to her co-conspirators. Kallen and Shirley were every bit as naked as Lelouch was, standing on either side of his bed, staring down at him like wolves staring down a pack of sheep. She uncrossed her leg, then crossed it the other way, noting his cock twitch as she did so.

"What sort of images?" C.C. asked. "I can hardly help you if you don't go into more detail. As much as possible, please."

"I see Kallen in all manner of attire, the likes of which she would not normally willingly wear," Lelouch began, utterly oblivious to their presence in the room. Preparation in advance, you see. Totally cheating, but hell, why not have a little fun? She tapped her pen against the notepad and peered over her glasses at him until he got the point. "Revealing attire. An alluring belly dancer's outfit is the most common."

"Alluring in what sense?" C.C. asked. Her intention here was as simple as it got. Drag the answer out of him with hooks if she had to. "Do you mean that it is easy on the eyes? Do you mean that it displays her figure in a way that you find appealing? If so, what do you find appealing about it?"

He hesitates again. How rare to see from him. Usually he is so decisive. It probably wasn't helping that Kallen was rubbing her chest into his legs, drawing the titflesh across roughly while he remained mentally oblivious - but not physically. It provides some good distraction, though, as she takes advantage of that seamstress' incredible talent for designing clothing with hidden secrets. N this case, her already quite small pencil skirt had a zip embedded in it. She was able to pull it up, letting more of her thigh come out for him to pretend not to stare at. And why should he pretend? It was a perfectly nice thigh.

"There's no other way to describe it," Lelouch said, albeit reluctantly. "She's so... thick and juicy. Her thighs are put on full display. Her round bouncy butt jiggles and shakes with every step, every motion that she takes, while her trim stomach makes the juxtaposition all the more obvious. Most distracting of all are her breasts, which are full and ripe, waiting for a real man to take hold of them in his hands, if only they could get past her resolute toughness."

"I see," C.C. said, pretending to take notes when, in truth, she was noting down a shopping list. What would Lelouch look like in a flowery dress, she wondered? "And what do you see of Shirley?"

"A revealing swimsuit, that shows off her swimmer's physique, but even Milly would say is inappropriate for school use," Lelouch said. "A thong variety, wedged right into her cheeks. Firm. Toned. Looking at them, it feels as though if I put my face in between them, she could crush my skull like a balloon. Her legs are like works of art, carrying her gorgeous frame like a perfectly framed canvas around a masterpiece."

While he spoke, Shirley was rubbing that very butt up against his sides. It was a nice butt. Though in C.C.'s estimation, hers was nicer than either of them. Then again she was a touch biased... and being an ageless immortal did offer her certain advantages these two could not enjoy.

"You mentioned that she would crush your skull if you put your face in between her butt cheeks," C.C. said. Ah, maybe not flowery... black was definitely Lelouch's colour. No need to stray from the obvious, in this case. "You say that as though you would like to experience such a thing, knowing it would kill you. Is that the case?"

"Nnngh, yessss!" Lelouch moaned. He thrust his hips into the air - but the girls weren't touching his penis yet. Note that word at the end. Yet. For the time being, they had taken his hands and were forcing him to feel their bodies, dragging his fingers along their curves, letting him feel - yet remain oblivious to - their warm, yielding flesh, their heaving bosoms, their delectable waistlines and their toned, firm buttocks. The eagerness with which they did so was making her a little jealous she couldn't cop a feel for now.

With him suitable distracted, C.C. took the chance to pop a button on her shirt. Let a little more of her ageless breasts get some air. She moved on to her next question.

"Which of them has nicer breasts?" C.C. asked. "Kallen or Shirley? Which do you prefer?"

"They're both very nice," Lelouch said. "I don't know. They're both extremely pleasant to look at."

"You don't have a favourite?" C.C. asked. At her cue, the two girls brought one of his hands to their breasts, and made him squeeze them, rub them, feel them to his heart's content, to the point that any boy should burst with envy.

"Kallen's are perky, and a little bouncier," Lelouch admitted. "However, Shirley's have a nicer shape to them, and I think they are a little bigger."

"Ehehehehe, he likes my breasts," Shirley giggled, which got Kallen to playfully nudge her.

"I can see the problem," C.C. quickly moved on. "However, could you please summarise your feelings on the matter?"

"It's infuriating! Insufferable! I cannot concentrate, without these images assailing my every waking thoughts!"

"Have you tried jerking off to relieve the pressure?" C.C. asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"Incessantly!" Lelouch said, his hands now being drawn to their eager, wet pussies. "It doesn't help! Nothing helps!"

"Fascinating..." C.C. doodled a quick image of what Lelouch would look like as a girl. Ah! Yes, yes, she could plainly see how much he took after his mother, now. Come to think of it, Nunnally took after their father quite a bit... "This might be more severe than I first thought. Would you describe these apparitions as thicc, juicy, curvaceous and delicious?"

"Absolutely," Lelouch said immediately.

"Ah," C.C. tutted. "Then it's quite clear. You've been repressing your sexual needs for too long, and it's beginning to influence you in unexpected ways."

Lelouch sat up and gave her a dead look. "Yes. Of course. A monkey could have told me that. You're certain you apprenticed under Sigmund Freud?"

"Yes, yes," she said, waving her hands dismissively. "I tutored under him at the school of hard knocks." Damn, she missed a chance to say school of hard knockers. Next time, maybe. "You want something not so obvious? Very well then. Let's peel back this onion a layer at a time. You have an extremely blatant oedipal relationship with your parents, adoring your mother and despising your father. As you were separated from your parents at quite a young age - and in extremely traumatic circumstances - this has stunted your emotional growth and caused you to repress certain emotions that most men your age would be embracing."

"I don't have the time or energy for a romantic relationship," Lelouch snarled. "Then again, the human body is primed for reproduction, is it not? If I continue to ignore these needs, then -"

"Then you'll become a silly boy," C.C. suggested. She takes on noticing his cock twitch at the suggestion. It had indeed taken root. "If only there was a club in this school that specialises in sexual fetishes, and the careful study of them. Then maybe we could get somewhere. As it is we'll have to deal with this the old fashioned way - hypnosis."

"Before I met you, I'd have thought such a thing impossible," Lelouch said. "You have a method that will work?"

C.C. reached into a bag she'd left by the chair, and pulled out a virtual reality helmet. By his quirked eyebrow, not remotely what he'd had in mind.

"I programmed this myself," she said. "I believe that it will help tremendously in getting you past your sexual frustration."

"You just so happened to have such a thing ready?" Lelouch asked. "Am I to be your guinea pig?"

C.C. put the helmet back in her bag. "I suppose you could go around fighting off erections and seeing hot swaying asses everywhere you go..."

He screwed up his nose. "Give me the stupid helmet," he demanded. "At this point I'll try anything to get a better control over myself."

Control. Yes, control. That had been taken away from you, hadn't it? That must be why the nature of your Geass is to allow you to take the control of others, so you can help reassert yourself. In truth, Lelouch was a more complicated person than even he realised, which was why C.C. was helping him out like this. Yes, helping him. She wasn't just doing it because it was fucking hot. Which it was. But she was also doing it because Lelouch <i>needed</i> this. He'd emotionally isolated himself from those around him.

As for what the virtual reality helmet would show? Well, C.C. hadn't seen all of it. But she was certainly capable of asking.

"Talk me through what you see," she said while Kallen and Shirley upped their antics. Rubbing as much of themselves against Lelouch's body as possible. How fortunate, pinned between such willing beauties. Shirely and Kallen were nibbling at his ear, or licking his neck while their breasts were pinning his arms down and their legs entwined with his.

"Nothing interesting so far," Lelouch said. "A mere spinning spiral and - Strange shapes. Like a rorschach test. Indistinct black blobs, which are coalescing into - "

"Into...?" C.C. enquired. Lelouch began to look around the room, suddenly a lot more groggy than he was before.

"A bondage dungeon," he said. "I see curvaceous women in leather gear, half of them bound by the other half. Nnngh! N-Now the scene is changing to that of a poolside, with scantily clad girls splashing around. Nnnrgh! N-Now, it is becoming a maid cafe, where all the maids are merely wearing leotards made to look like maid uniforms. And - This one is a classroom full of girls with highly inappropriate uniforms, being taught by a stern, slutty teacher."

"And do you have a favourite out of all of them?"
Lelouch collapsed back onto the bed. "Ah! Ah! They're all... So good!"

"Would you like to have sex?" C.C. asked. Lelouch nodded vigorously.

That was the cue, it seemed. Shirley licked her lips and mounted him right there on the bed, while Kallen crawled up towards his head and, taking care not to disturb the headset, gently lowered her pussy over his mouth, and then the two girls began to kiss, groping each other wantonly, aggressively, as they took Lelouch's virginity from him. Alas, this meant that she couldn't find out what other images the club had put in there. She could sort of hear music coming from it as well, but nothing distinct. Almost certainly loaded to bursting with subliminals.

"Does it feel good?" C.C. asked, knowing full well that the answer was yes. Watching him thrust his hips up into Shirley so eagerly, so happily made her feel proud in a strange way. She began to take off her clothes now, knowing that her own body would surely put theirs to shame. Lelouch made a little affirmative whimper, his hands reaching up to caress the bodies atop him. "Very well, you silly boy. Have you learned what you need now? Silly boy, such a silly boy who has been ignoring the needs of his silly body, making himself sillier and sillier in the process."

Licking her lips, the immortal pulled Shirley's face away from Kallen and roughly showed her what a real kiss tasted like. A few touches, a little guidance, and - there! The inexperienced girl was moving a lot more fluidly now. To think that she thought herself a pervert when she was being so clumsy in her lovemaking. As for Kallen, her thighs were clenched a little too tightly around Lelouch's head, so she nudged them apart ever so slightly, letting the boy have space to breathe.

This was for the best. If he gave up on his revenge fantasies, Lelouch would be much happier for it. There were other ways to change the world that wouldn't put his life at risk... and it wouldn't really mean anything unless he fundamentally changed humankind's nature, which could hardly be called a victory as he'd be replacing one tyrant with another.

Shirley grunted, content with her first time, and she gave Kallen a high five, tagging her in while C.C. pouted. Fine. It was their agreement that the two of them got to play with him first. Kallen showed off a bit of her real personality here, where Shirley was comparatively gentle, if clumsy, she moved like a predator on the hunt. A wild cat, crawling down towards her prey: Lelouch's still hard penis.

As if reading C.C.'s mind, Kallen went "meow," and lowered herself onto that dick with her back turned to the boy. In front of her was Shirley, who was beaming ear to ear while leaning into Kallen.

"I got him," Shirley said. Then she leaned in to smooch Kallen on the lips. "And now you can have him too."

"Ooof, I can see why you wanted him so bad," Kallen moaned, quickly and aggressively, yet also precisely pushing herself up and down on that dick. "Mmmf, take his helmet off, the way he's been worked over even that much should finish him by now."

Well, who was she to argue with such a suggestion? C.C. pulled the helmet off, and found  him lying there, tongue out, eyes fully glazed over. My, my. This was a good look for him. She couldn't help but take a taste and - Mrm, so this was what Kallen tasted like? She'd have to have a proper taste test later on.

"C.C.?" he groggily asked. His hand reached up to touch her naked body. "Nnngh, this might be the best therapy anyone has ever had."

"I do try," C.C. replied. She cast an eye down to the other end of the bed, where Kallen was starting to bounce as if she was on a trampoline, while Shirley was sticking her tongue all the way down her one time romantic rival's throat. "Of course, this is a short term solution."

"I know," Lelouch grunted, settling back and staring wantonly at C.C.'s chest. "I should join the Fantasy Seduction Club. They will have the means to mitigate my recent lustful intentions, and help stop me from being such a silly boy."

Negima C+S

One sweaty tangled mess of limbs later, Chisame eventually felt capable of moving again. Hypothetically. The issue was that she recognised this was a quite perverted situation to be in, entangled as she was between a sexy cyborg android mistress and her cute little vampire slave. The idea of moving was pretty painful due to the spell, while lying here all erotic and breathing heavily and being ready to go at a moment's notice was... fuck, that felt good. This stupid spell was impossible to resist once it had you, it was practically a one stop journey to pervert-ville.

Though it did present a problem. A pretty unique one, all truth told. How the fuck were they going to do literally anything else? She couldn't get up. She couldn't even think of getting up without feeling a splitting headache, while lying here felt so nice and relaxing that it was honestly starting to frighten her a little. The only reason the three of them weren't still fucking each other stupid was that there was only so much the human/vampire/cyborg body can take, and so... Here they were. Trapped by the spell that had corrupted them. Lust and sloth wrapped up in a neat little package.

"I want tea!" Evangeline suddenly announced. "Chachamaru, it would make me so fucking wet if you scootted your cute little maid butt off to the kitchen and brought me something to drink."

Just like that, Chachamaru got up and rocked her sexy maid booty off to the kitchen, while both Evangeline and Chisame watched her with unashamed, unabashed full on lust. Oh, that sneaky slut, Chisame was sure that she had engineered this somehow with her devious cyborg brain. Even the way she was moving right now while shimmying off to the kitchen was downright pornographic.

"Good thinking, right?" Evangeline said, all smug and arrogant. "If we're going to do literally anything from now on, we have to make it perverted in some way. Kukuku, I could tell what you were thinking just by looking at your face, you were becoming quite stressed at the struggle to - "

"Kiss my feet!" Chisame instructed, and Evangeline couldn't scoot over fast enough to get to doing exactly that. Chisame lay her cheek on her palm and stared down at her. How fun. "Yes, slave. It was quite brilliant. Except it now leaves you at my tender mercy until Mistress Chachamaru returns."

Evangeline stopped drooling over her feet just long enough to look Chisame in the eyes, with that same smug grin. "But my servant won't be gone forever," she said.

"Then you'd better masturbate while cleaning my toes, hadn't you?" Chisame suggested, fully intending to enjoy every moment of this as humanly possible before Mistress Chachamaru got back and the balance of power was restored. That being said, the slutty vampire did have a point.They could hardly stay like this for the rest of their lives. Something had to give. They would have to go about their everyday lives somehow, and finding a way to make everything they had to do perverted did seem like the best and smartest tactical option.

The easy way to do that would be... the internal argument that, for example, getting food and water would enable them to have the energy to do more dirty stuff. Same with sleep. Bathing was trivial to make dirty due to the nudity involved. A job would provide them the stability they needed to get their freak on. Hrm, that last one didn't quite seem like enough justification for the spell, maybe it needed something a bit more obviously immediate?

"Your tea, Mistress Evangeline," Chachamaru said, carrying in a tray while rocking her hips like the world's most aesthetically pleasing pendulum. "Chisame, order Mistress Evangeline to thank me for the tea in the sluttiest way she can think of."

"You heard her!" Chisame snapped, breathing heavily and reacting instantly. "Get to it! Now! On the double!"

Evagnline made a screwed up face, and Chisame felt the reward both from her conditioning from Chachamaru and also from the spell hit her at once. Evangeline brought her trembling body up to its knees, turned around and thrust her butt up into the air like a cat in heat, and said "Thank you so much, now put the tray on my back and feed it to me like a good servant."

Which, of course, Chachamaru did. In so doing, she made the nature of their relationship all the more clear. Each of them was the bitch of another, but since it was in a circular relationship it was something easy to abuse while they were all together. Evangeline was likely already plotting and scheming to take advantage of this somehow. To punish Chisame for having the presumption to order her about.

This would be easy for Chisame to stop, of course. Except... She kind of wanted to see what the vampire came up with. The anticipation was making her far too wet to be believed.

Just then, something completely mundane happened. Okay, that kind of robbed the immediacy of the situation, but it honestly wasn't all that exciting. It was a phone ringing. Happens literally all the time. Nothing special about it. Chachamaru scooted her sexy maid butt right on over to the old style phone, then used her breasts to pick it up and hold it next to Evangeline's head.

"You have the privilege to speak to Evangeline McDowall," the vampire said, relaxing and reclining on the bed. Then, her hips made an inexplicable thrusting motion. "Oh, Negi?" she asked, and Chisame's hips mirrored Evangeline's. Wet. Inexplicably excruciatingly wet. Must hump. Must hump right now. "Oh, I see. You're coming back early, are you? How unexpected - I was anticipating lateness. You know, your father always had that problem with timing as well. Kuku, yes, yes, I am teasing you, silly boy."

Her eyes crossed, and her hand snaked down in between her legs. It looked like she could barely hold back from breathing heavily down the line. Chisame had never seen her like this. Hell, never seen anyone like this! It was as if she was on the verge of climaxing just by talking on the phone, and could barely hold it off!

"Hrmp, very well then!" Evangeline said, somehow sounding as haughty as ever. Yet seeing her face, her body language, it changed the context of the situation enough that the haughtiness had a completely different feeling about it. Like she was begging to be disciplined, told off, mocked, derided, if only so she would have the chance to bite back all the deeper. "We shall anticipate your immediate return. I can hardly wait to tell you the ridiculous antics that foolish girl Chisame has been up to while you have been gone. Goodbye."

Okay, that last comment was earning a lusty growl from Chisame. She was so mad, that she didn't even know what she wanted to do. So she'd settle for making out with Evangeline right there on the bed, running her hands over the cocky idiot's slutty body and making her moan like the bitch in heat she truly was. Almighty vampire? Bah! What a ridiculous idea, look at how she's acting now!

"Now that we are all perverts, we must take immediate action," Chachamaru said. "We no longer need to hold back our feelings for Master Negi and may lewd him as much as possible."

"Chachamaru, I'm surprised at you!" Evangeline tsked, pulling away from Chisame's lips to yell that at her maid. Huh? Outrage? "As if we weren't already going to lewd Negi as it was. Just for that, attach clothespins to Chisame's nipples."

And so it begins. The slow creeping revenge. The devious little sadist. How dare she abuse this triangular relationship for the purpose of making her suffer through erotic misery and pain. Why, she ought to order the little slut to debase herself in front of the entire class for -

"I saw a box of them in the bottom drawer earlier," Chisame quickly said, noting that Chachamaru was struggling to find them. A moment later, she had the boxes out, Chisame had her chest thrust out and fuuuuuck even the pain felt good.  "Ooooh, so how are we going to do this? How are we going to corrupt my cute little body pillow... Fuck, I left it behind for nothing I got corrupted anyway! Gah!"

"Putting a pin in that little outburst for later," Evangeline said. "Our plan must be to turn Negi into a pervert and corrupt the entire school. If we're going to have fun with him, these two things are both absolutely required." She stopped for a moment. "Maybe replace all the uniforms with sexy goth outfits... Mrmph, yes. Definitely want to do that."

"I would like to hear more about the Negi body pillow," Chachamaru said.

"Stuff having a body pillow, we can have the real thing," Evangeline cackled. "Imagine it. All three of us cuddling into him at night when we sleep. Tits and ass all around him, leaving him no room to move." Yes... yes, Chisame could see it. She could see it so clearly! It was perfect, it couldn't possibly be improved upon by anything! "And he'll be in a slutty goth dress at the time too."

True perfection had been accomplished. The pinnacle of human achievement. Nothing could surpass this. Nothing in the universe was superior to this in any measure that meant anything. This had done it. This had given them the motivation they needed to get out there rather than lay in bed all day fucking each other stupid. Corrupting Negi was obviously the single most perverted thing they could possibly do.

And then... Out of nowhere, inspiration struck. They had a cyborg, an expert in magic and a freaking net idol right here. Combine those and - well, the plan is obvious, isn't it?

"Chachamaru, order Evangeline to study up on sex magic as much as she can, and then adjust one of her dresses so it would fit me," Chisame said. A devious, perverted grin took ahold of her pretty face. "We're going to take this academy by storm, before they even know what's hit them!"

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To look at Chao, one would have to assume that she was one of the most carefree girls around. Not true! Her backstory was rife with tragedy, misery, and all around despair, to the point that Junko Enoshima wants to know her location. She can't have it, dammit! Letting that psycho bitch near magic was... Ahem, never mind. The point was that she was upbeat, perky and extremely goddamn cunning.

Right now though, it was downtime for her. Nothing going on. No wicked schemes unfolding, no plans to unspool, which meant it was time for her absolutely most favourite pastime: Watching her ancestor make a fool of herself for fun and profit. Yes, indeed! This might come as a shock to some, but Chao came from a long line of mages descended from one Negi Springfield - Which intersected at some point with a certain Chisame. Possibly this generation, possibly later o~on, but she wasn't telling whe~en.

Teehee!

In any event, she settled down in front of her monitor, having received an alert for an impromptu show by Chiu. She never missed a show. It was so adorable watching her dress up and pose for the public. The fashion of this time was quite unexpected, to say the very least.

"Hrm, static?" Chao asked. "How strange, static should not happen for this type of broadcast." Unless it was intentional. As seemed to be the case, given Chiu's unusual attire when the static finally cleared. Some form of goth look? She was sitting in a seat - the sort that she'd last seen at Evangeline's place, come to think - reading a book by candlelight.

<i>"Oh, didn't see you there,"</i> Chiu said with an oddly wry smirk to her pretty face. <i>"We have an extra special show for you all today!"</i> She leaned forward, put her hands on her knees and gave a cheeky wink to the camera. <i>"How do I look? It's outside my normal dress, isn't it? That contrast makes it so eye catching, right!"</i>

She gave a twirl for the camera and Chao... felt this weird impression that something was wrong. Something was amiss. Oh well. Never mind that. She was just going  to continue watching for the time being, as Chiu made a fool of herself. It was adorable, so much fun! How could she resist? How could anyone? She was so fun and charming! Not like her normal persona.

No wonder she was able to <s>lewd Negi</s> seduce her ancestor so easily, tee hee! After a moment, an offscreen violin started to play, and Chiu began to dance, bouncing her shoulders up and down in tune with the beat while slowly spinning around. Oh, how cringe! It was so <s>hot</s> cringe it made her want to <s>lewd Negi</s>.

"Recommend the stream to all your friends, all your friends, all your friends!" Chiu chanted in time with the beat. Ah, the typical 'like comment and subscribe' spiel. In a few years it would be one of the most heard trio of words by anyone on the planet, but this was still a bit before that time. "Don't you think this dress looks cool? So cool! So chique, so in!"

Now that she mentioned it, there was a definite retro appeal to it. Chao couldn't help but imagine what she'd look like dressed up like that. It made her <s>horny</s> giggle at the absurdity of it.

Oh, but then Chiu did something quite risque out of nowhere, putting her foot up on the chair, causing the skirt to hitch up, causing a panty shot for a moment there. Scandalous! Were you not meant to be an idol? Oh, but she seemed to notice and took her foot off. Which made Chao pout, she didn't mean for her to stop!

Suddenly, an envelope was handed to her. She made a show of opening it up... How unusual. <i>"We have a shocking new development, everyone! It seems that a wicked stoat has been causing mischief in Mahora Academy! Should anyone catch sight of him, please make sure to kick him out and don't let him near you, especially when you're sleeping."</i>

That was a weirdly specific instruction, but okay. That little ermine was a real troublemaker through and through, so it was typically good advice to keep an eye out for him. <s>It was also a good idea for her to dress up in a slutty goth outfit and obey Chisame's every single whim while actively opposing Chamo's perverted group</s>

<i>"You can trust me, can't you?"</i> Chiu asked, leaning right into the camera so that her face was taking up the entire screen. <i>"That's right, you can all trust me. Trust me. Trust in me, just in me..."</i>

Side Effects of Hypnotism

All the girls present at this little sleepover had been taking deep beheady breaths of willpower sapping potpourri by this point, and had accidentally got themselves all worked up over Ataru Moroboshi. That's unfortunate. Though somehow, not quite so unfortunate as the plight of Ryuunosuke Fujinami. This has been discussed before, but she was raised as a boy by her quite insane troll of a father, and had wound up being extremely convincing despite herself. She long yearned for the opportunity to display her femininity, to wear cute clothes, to have strangers recognise her for being her, rather than him.

Trouble was that she had literally no idea how to go about that, and certain impulses kicked in that, today, would be held up as examples of 'toxic masculinity' keeping her from actively engaging in girly things when the opportunity did arise. In essence she was fucked coming and going, and not in the fun way.

So caught up in this unusual gender confusion state was she that the notion of crushes or physical attraction was an extremely new area for her. Like the other girls, the notion that she should be attracted to Ataru was settled in nice and snug - but she didn't have any idea what to do with those feelings. She understood that he liked being all gross and touching her, but didn't really get why. What did he get out of it? Should she let him touch her now? Lum seemed to like it. As in, like it a lot.

Yet she couldn't just blurt out her problems aloud. No matter how much it ate her up inside, that sort of thing would be Showing Weakness. Vulnerability. It went against her nature to do that!

Unless... she turned it around and made the chicks reveal their weakness instead! Genius! Listening to their answers would help her out a bunch. So! Let's see, how to phrase this...?

"Oy, I was wondering," Ryuunosuke said. "What sorta things do you chicks look for in a guy?"

Kukuku, genius! Subtle, brilliant genius! Well, to her it was. She wasn't exactly a subtle person at the best of times, so something this indirect was still extremely underplayed. Alas, she underestimated the effect this would have on the group in the middle of their meal.

They all stopped, except for Lum, who was a little too busy leaning back into Ataru and trying really hard to not beg him to go for more intimate, private areas right there and then. The point is, without meaning to Ryuunosuke had dropped a live grenade in the middle of the meal.

Shinobu stared directly ahead, wide eyed, chewing on her fish way more times than was strictly necessary before swallowing heavily, like someone had made her eat a ball of wax rather than high quality fish. She seemed to be the first that would speak up, so Ryuunosuke stared at her, intensely, because Shinobu was a pretty girly chick, you know? The most ordinary one she knew! And her answer was -

"I want a guy that pays me a lot of attention," she said, eyes flitting across to Ataru.

"Hey Lum, you got some sauce on your neck, let me get that for you."

"Nnnngh, Darliiiing!"

Badumf. The heartbeats of every girl present just skipped a hard beat. Ataru was certainly a guy that would pay you a lot of close attention. Several of them rubbed at their necks, right at the spot that Ataru had licked. A mere lick. He didn't kiss the neck, he didn't do anything more than flick his tongue on Lum's skin for a half second - and the sexy oni girl was left whimpering like it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her.

Ran was the next to finish what she'd been eating, and she stared at Lum and Ataru with wide open eyes, fidgeted in her seat and said, a touch too quickly that "Li'l Ran wants a guy that doesn't take himself too seriously! Oh, I said it!"

"Gosh Lum, if I knew you were so ticklish on your neck, I'd have te~eased you here ages ago!"

Lum's eyes crossed and rolled up, her head lolled over to the side, and a peculiar grin took complete domination over her pretty face. And no wonder, for now Ataru was playfully licking her neck, making her giggle and tickle with each passing touch. At times he would tease it, as if he was about to do it, but then pulled back, looked away, and then immediately went right for a big slurpy lick.

There wasn't a single thing in that which made it seem like he took himself seriously. Not one atom, not one iota. The funny part was, they'd all completely missed that his hands were now both completely underneath her bra, groping and squeezing her breasts in a rather blatant test of how far she was willing to let him play with her.

Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that they didn't consciously recognise that this was happening. Their attention was on Lum's neck, rather than her chest. Though unconsciously, they did register it, and their nipples grew a little bit harder before Ryoko took a big swig of water, and gave her view.

"I... like... a guy..." she said, as if the words were being dragged out of her the same way a fisherman drags a fish from the sea. "Whoisn'tafraidofhidinghisemotions!"

"Kehehe! You should be like this more often, Lum!" Ataru said. "You're way cuter like this!"

Like Ataru. He didn't have any problems hiding his emotions. Largely because his primary emotion was lust. Pure, driven lust. Carnality incarnate. The girls all squirmed in their seats suddenly feeling very, very moist. Not that any of them wanted to admit it. They couldn't admit that. They simply couldn't! It was a bridge too far. It felt like if they admitted to wanting him out loud, it would be like... like a line was crossed. A line they couldn't uncross.

Alas, there was one girl present who had absolutely no concept of such lines, and to the delight of Ryoko's friends she crossed the line before they did.

"Oh, so you all have a crush on Moroboshi?" Ryuunosuke asked, laughing a little. "Yeah, I guess all girls would have a crush on him if that's what they're looking for!"

All girls have a crush on him. All girls have a crush on him. Those words in particular stood out, not least because a certain pair were repeating them while pretending to scribble in their notepad. "All girls... have a crush... on Ataru Moroboshi..." Kioko muttered, but loudly enough that everyone at the table who was paying any sort of attention could hear it clearly. Reinforcing the idea even further still.

However, the one person who was acting the hardest to reinforce the notion the most out of all of them was the last one you would expect. For you see, Shutaro Mendo was still looking over the survey results, even though he had developed an excuse for why they were invalid.

"Ataru Moroboshi is a hunk," he read as though he could not believe what he was reading. "Ataru Moroboshi knows how to please a woman. Ataru Moroboshi can turn a woman on with a wink and a nod. No woman can resist him..."

Unfortunately, he said these things out loud in the hearing range of a bunch of very suggestable women.

But wait! It gets worse. It was as if some divine (or perhaps infernal) being had decreed to Ryuunosuke Fujinami 'hey, let's make this as bad for you girls as it can possibly get, let's speed up the process of getting you in Moroboshi's bed a bit' by having her ask the following question.

"So, if a chick really likes a guy, what's she meant to do about it?"

A wicked grin crossed the features of Ryoko's friends, as an all new opportunity appeared in front of them. Oh yes, a tremendous chance had fallen in their laps for some trolling, and greater reinforcement of the new glorious truth.

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It is said that in every boy's lifetime there is a period, a moment, where they are at their absolute most popular. Some might have said that the moment, the brief few weeks where Lum and Shinobu were fighting over him would be the time when Ataru's peak had been reached, only for it to end when Shinobu simply gave up on him ot let the hot alien in the skimpy bikini have him.  But he knew. In his heart of hearts. He knew that one day he'd have himself a harem!

Now, some might ask why he wasn't satisfied with Lum. The answer: Because she'd tie him down! He knew intellectually that she was stupid hot, but that made her all the heavier an anchor for him. So he'd tried to keep her at a distance. Not let himself get weighed down so he could spread his wings, sample local delicacies, not get trapped into settling down.

That didn't change the fact that Lum had a Body. He did occasionally take a peep at it when he was certain nobody else could see. If she offered herself up for no-strings sex, he'd probably go for it. At first when she'd sat in his lap he'd been a bit suspicious, but with her writhing at his very touch, it had been far too fun to not play around with her a little.

Then that playing around became a little more intense as time passed. Lum wound up feeding both herself and him as time went on. At first, she'd put her chopsticks over her shoulder to put it in his mouth. But after she'd spilled that sauce on her neck, she'd started deliberately leaving it there. Inviting him to taste her hot oni flesh yet again. An ordinary mouthful of boiled rice suddenly felt so much spicier in his mouth when eaten off her like this. Probably her sweat mixed in or something. That thought made his erection throb a little bit more in his trousers, poking her butt even more insistently than before.

The weird part was that the other girls hadn't done anything to stop him. He'd been subtle at first, but Ataru can only manage that for so long (usually measured in picoseconds) before he got really obvious.

But then, something unexpected happened. One of Ryoko's friends - Saeko-  knelt down next to him and said something very strange.

"When I like a guy, I join his harem," she said, and kissed him on the lips. "A harem is fine, too."

Then she backed off, and he felt a tug on his arm on the other side of his body. It was Kioko. She leaned in, squeezing his arm in between her boobs and said "Any girl with common sense would join his harem," before giving him a much, much deeper smooch than Saeko. "A harem is fine too."

When she pulled back, Tansho sat in <i>Lum's</i> lap, laid her chin on Lum's shoulder, and said "Every girl knows that a harem is fine, too!" she said, and then she leaned in, gave him a slight peck on the lips -

"Gahhhhh! No, you dooooon't!" Ryoko yelled out of nowhere, tossing a plate full of food at them before things got any worse. Everyone stared at her for a moment, before she seemed to catch her breath. "Ahem. I mean, such displays are quite unsightly during a meal. Should we not finish before moving on to the games portion of the evening?"

The truth was though, it was already too late. Now the girls were all thinking it. They liked Ataru. If they liked him they should join his harem. But most importantly, even Ryoko was finding it harder and harder to ignore one simple truth.

A harem was fine, too.

Hentai Crystal

While Sailor Mercury and the Starlights had been having their fun, an abundance of lustful energy like that could hardly go unnoticed. Even in spite of what the others were doing, the forces of Order couldn't ignore even a single one of these lustful outbursts. As such, while Loan Shark set about his business, another agent of Order set about theirs.

Her name was Historian, and she understood full well the importance to Order in the past. The nice thing about the past was that it had already happened, which made it a lot easier to clean up. The future was a mess - it hadn't even happened yet. So full of potential, possibilities, disgusting cluttered chaos. And so, she would ensure that the order of the past was maintained. Who better to send into what appeared to be some manner of ancient ruins?

At a glance she could already tell it was a den of iniquity. Some form of ancient fertility deity, no doubt. No matter. She would venture within and ensure that whatever travellers had become ensnared in its no doubt mighty lascivious traps would be set free, and made to understand the Order in things. If they didn't? Well, the past was where a lot of things were buried.

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At this moment in time, Starlight Fighter would give anything to bury her face into Mercury's behind. They'd followed her into the new chamber that had opened up with a grim sense of finality that was rather thoroughly ruined by those jiggling, quiaking cheeks that made a noise like a thunderclap every time she took a step. To think this was the shy genius of the group, now her skirt didn't so much flatter her butt as the reverse.

Her own butt was then groped by Healer. "Enjoying the view?" she whispered.

"No," Fighter whispered back. "I'm being attentive."

"To that booty," Healer teased, digging her fingers into Fighter's own ass cheeks, kneading the flesh like dough.

"It is a remarkable example, is it not?" Maker whispered. "Secondary sexual characteristics make for a quite fascinating investigative piece, don't you think? I must remember to ask her to let me measure the dimensions later on. For posterity."

For a moment there Fighter could have sworn she had said 'posterior'. Well, whatever. The trio followed Mercury into this new chamer hip to hip, with hands on each other's asses. For worship, for curiosity, for no good reason at all, while all three had their eyes completely glued to Mercury's hind quarters. If a giant pink elephant had hopped in out of nowhere and exclaimed its plans for universal conquest, none of them would have batted an eye.

Want some evidence of how distracted they were? None of them had noticed that their butts were quite a bit bigger than when they'd entered. None of them thought a moment about how much more sensitive they had become. They were too busy enjoying it.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, though sometimes that's because new things can begin. In this case, Mercury had noticed inscriptions at the back of the room that she wanted to examine. Which required leaning down. Which she did. Resting her hands on her knees, and then, seemingly on reflex, she began to twerk. She twerked like her life depended on it. Not that she seemed to notice. She was too busy looking over the transcription.

"If I'm reading this correctly,this chamber belongs to the Priestesses," Mercury said. "It is mystically enchanted, to permit only a Priestess or those under her thrall to enter the chamber. I wonder how we got in..."

"Perhaps the magic protecting the chamber has worn out?" Maker asked, while internally performing high level calculus to measure the rate of jiggle in Mercury's cheeks.

"Or we're so strong it couldn't keep us out," Fighter offered.

"Or... Mercury's the new Priestess and she invited us in," Healer suggested. "Probably safest if we roll with that last one. We wouldn't want to set off any <b>other</b> nasty traps waiting for us, right? If you're a Priestess and we're your guests..."

The logic behind that felt completely unassailable to all four of them, and so they twerked in unison to illustrate that agreement. Not nodding their head, shaking their butts up and down the same way they would normally nod. Causing their greatly enhanced hind quarters to jiggle and clap, making it sound like they were applauding the clever idea.

"Just call me Priestess Mercury from now on," Mercury said. Yes. Priestess Mercury. She was no longer Sailor Mercury. She was Priestess Mercury, adherent to Libra the Divine Lust. "Maker, you seemed to have a better handle on this text than I do. Could you please translate while the rest of us examine the room?"

Ah, such modesty from a freshly immodest girl. With this attitude, you would hardly think she'd changed at all. If you closed your eyes. Didn't look at her body. Or at least ignored the way that she seemed to be unconsciously flaunting it.

"Of course, your Divine Grace," Maker bowed. To her, it made sense to behave this way. They were just pretending, after all. It was an act to prevent the magical defenses within this room from targeting them. If they pretended to be adherents to Libra, then all would be well.

As for the others, they broke off and started to examine the other corners of this Priestess chamber. This holiest of rooms for a lust spirit masquerading as a God. Well, let's see... There seemed to be a large area for sleep in the corner of the room. As in, large enough for ten people. On her own analysis, Mercury's computer detected that it had some form of lust powered spatial magic cast over it. If two or more people started to fuck on it, then the space would expand to allow more and more lovers to join in the fun without causing them to fill up the room.

As for Healer, when she wasn't sneaking glances... or should that be, making use of extremely blatant and obvious opportunities to lustfully stare at the other two, she had discovered a tightly bound leather book that her instincts were saying was a collection of sex magic. Not least because the quite detailed illustrations were making it rather explicit that this must be what it was for.

And lastly, Fighter, who had discovered a compartment with a mysterious orb that, as she watched, swirled with sinful energies. At a glance, the light contained within it seemed to take shape - herself, and a harem of her beloved Princess, which she was serving dutifully. Showing her love. Showing her admiration. For all eternity, and even beyond that. The sight of it made her too horny to do anything but stare, eyes glazed over, a faint smile on her face, her nipples hard enough to poke through her hardy uniform, and her pussy so wet there was already a pool of moisture beneath her feet. Was this a trap? Was it a source of energy? Was it some artefact used by the cult that built this temple for some other grand purpose? Fighter couldn't tell, and she was so enraptured that she didn't even think to ask.

Until...

"Fascinating!" Maker said, twerking her booty in excitement. She clapped her cheeks to get everyone else's attention. "It seems as though this entity wasn't always known as Libra."

"Do we have a real name?" Mercury asked, feeling strangely excited. It's like finding out the true name of God, one becomes that much closer to it by the mere act of knowing.

"Apparently it has no true name. It changes identity every few centuries," Maker said. "The being known as Libra has a tendency to get caught in a strange cycle. It is unsealed by the unwary, forms a cult centred around lustful worship - but is then sealed away again by prudes who fail to understand how wonderful he is."

"Sailor Moon did say that it seemed lonely..." Mercury mused, and suddenly all four of them felt great sympathy for the being they had come here to investigate. "Perhaps this time, it shouldn't need to be sealed away? It must be desperate to retain its freedom - "

"So if we make it clear that it shouldn't do anything evil, then it'll be okay to keep around?" Healer suggested.

"If all it wants to do is make sure everyone enjoys sex, I don't see the issue..." Fighter said.

It was hard for any of them to disagree with that. Not least because their minds, bodies and souls were thoroughly ensnared by the lures and temptations within the temple. The trouble was, there were a few other mysteries for them to solve within this chamber... that would have to wait a little longer, because of an unexpected interruption.

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Historian was, according to those she'd thought to ask, a cute girl in stereotypical explorer's gear. You know the look. Pith helmet, light brown jacket, matching shorts, sensible boots and layer after layer of bug repellent and sunblock. Oh, and glasses. Thick glasses. To the point you'd be amazed if she didn't walk into walls all the damned time when she didn't have them on.

Well, these glasses were a function of her ability to read History. She liked History. I mean, no kidding. She was an archaeologist. If she disliked History, then she had no business doing what she did. She had been sent here, as an Agent of Order, to investigate the bizarre readings they'd picked up from these ruins. Likely connected in some way to those chaotic sluts who had been interfering in their attempt to put the universe to rights.

History was important. History was how you got to where you were. So she crept down these ruins, rolling her eyes at all the pervy traps that could only possibly catch out the truly oblivious. Or those who subconsciously wanted to fall into them.

The more she went down, the worse it got, and the more concerned she became. This place was a true den of iniquity. The history here stunk of sex and lust and depravity of all sorts. A truly chaotic place, practically a nexus for it. And, worse, there were clear signs of amateurs traipsing through it without a seeming care for the harm they could be causing to the past!

She found them before long, lurking inside a chamber they had opened up and were poking their nose into without the slightest regard for proper archaeological procedure. She adjusted her glasses on the end of her nose. Well then. She sniffed, then pulled out her trowel, and quickly dug out a discrete portion of the ground. Four of them ought to be enough, yes that should do it nicely...

Before long four figures were standing before her. Made out of clay. Dug from the very earth. The past of those four Lara Croft wannabes, who almost certainly blew up ancient ruins left and right, utterly obliterating any chance to learn from the past. Looking them over, one girl was wearing a snug leotard and scandalous blue skirt, while the other three were wearing snug shorts and black leather like outfits. Not quite as different as she'd expected, but still!

"You are their past," Historian hissed at them. "From before this place corrupted them. Go in there. Show them what this place has done to them. Teach them to respect the past."

Pride and Joy

At the Tendo dojo, Kasumi was going about her usual day of housework. That doesn't sound like much, does it? Housework? If you think that then you've never lived it. A great deal of effort must be put into to make a home a home, especially when you have so many people living there... and especially when those people are as rambunctious as her family. Kasumi stopped a moment while putting pegs on wet clothes, and mused a little bit when she was struck by a realisation.

Family. When had she stopped thinking of Uncle Saotome and Ranma as guests, and started thinking of them as part of her family? They hadn't really lived here <I>that</i> long. Had they? It felt like only yesterday when that panda had carried that girl in... but it must have been the better part of a year by now, at the barest minimum. They had arrived shortly after the anniversary of her mother's death, and that would be coming up again within the next few months. What a startling thought.

It must be down to the way that both Akane and Nabiki had been competing for his attention recently. It wasn't the same sort of thing as competition between siblings for the attention of a younger sibling, it was more like they were squabbling over a man. Which was peculiar, in her eyes, as Akane seemed quite against the arranged marriage while Nabiki didn't seem the type to moon over a boy like Ranma. He wasn't smart enough for her, frankly, nor rich enough. What had changed? Had he performed some overt romantic gesture that had somehow won her over? Or...?

More realistically it was probably a physical reaction. She could certainly see <i>that</i>. Ranma Saotome was quite a handsome young man, and given his obvious talent in martial arts... well, she had seen him with his shirt off. his physique was slender, but the musculature was well defined. It was likely that Nabiki wasn't interested in Ranma in a romantic sense or anything like that. She honestly wasn't the type to do that, either... But getting tired of those boys she was blackmailing and deciding to pull one over on her little sister by seducing her hunky fiancee... oh yes, it was easy for Kasumi to imagine that. A little too easy.

She sighed wearily, concerned that her plan wouldn't work. She'd taken on the engagement to put a stop to that nonsense, and maybe teach Ranma how to be a better fiance for Akane. It was obvious already that he was at least capable of the latter, he seemed to have a basic understanding of how to treat a girl on a date. If for no other reason than he could keep his hands to himself, no matter how much his eyes wandered. However... She wasn't really resolving the underlying issue, was she? Akane and Nabiki were still tense around each other, there was definitely something in the air between them that wasn't there before. Even this morning, where it seemed like Nabiki was taking Akane's side against Ranma, there was still... something intangible between them.

Were they having an argument about what they would do next? Plotting to have the engagement taken off Kasumi before she'd finished what she was doing? Plotting and planning to steal Ranma back?

"Ow," she grunted, then realised she'd started squeezing a peg quite tightly. "Oh my, why did I do that...?"

 As if the universe itself had decreed that she wasn't going to think about that right now, Kasumi heard a bright cheery "Nihao!"

Turning around, Kasumi found Shampoo standing in the doorway to her kitchen. Oh, how nice. A visitor, one of Ranma's friends. Kasumi gave her a great big smile, though... Technically, weren't they now rivals for Ranma's hand in marriage? Or something like that.

"Good afternoon Shampoo," Kasumi bowed in greeting. "We haven't placed a takeout order. What brings you here today?"

"Shampoo want Kasumi to drop Ranma," the bubbly girl said, all smiles and cheer. Though Kasumi had been around enough martial artists to detect the frustration behind her eyes, others would be fooled into thinking she was in a good mood. "Shampoo no want to share, is too many girls interested as is."

Ah, yes. Of course. Not just her sisters, but also Shampoo, Ukyo, and Kodachi as well. All of them pursuing one boy? Ranma was physically appealing, but was he charming enough to merit such pursuit from so many pretty faces? Honestly, Kasumi was starting to wonder if she wasn't doing them all a big favour by taking on this engagement herself.

Of course, what Kasumi hadn't known was that Shampoo had been working up the courage to come and kill her all morning, finally worked up the nerve, then immediately faltered upon seeing her, so she was going to her backup plan which pretty much amounted to 'please back off.' One should not underestimate Kasumi's calming aura. It's impossible to go against for even the mightiest of martial artists.

"That is why I have taken on the engagement," Kasumi gently said. "Otherwise, I fear that the situation will not resolve itself." Shampoo stepped further into the room. "It's not healthy for a young man's psyche, surrounded by so many attractive girls interested in him. Especially in light of his curse. It will give him a long term unhealthy view of the opposite sex."

"Oh, Kasumi no need to worry," Shampoo said, waving it off. "Airen have too too good respect for women." She smoothed her hands down her sides for some reason. "Too, too good... Far too good."

What an unusual way to express that. There might be some meaning behind it, but it felt rude to ask so Kasumi dropped it. Instead, she changed approach. This was a rare opportunity, it would be foolish not to seize it.

"What is it that you like about Ranma?" she asked. "Can you tell me?"

"He know how to treat a woman right," Shampoo immediately answered, seeming quite flushed all of a sudden. "You no see him in bath yet? His body like -" She suddenly realised what she was saying and clammed up. Ah, how disappointing. A physical attraction only? "Is in
Kasumi's best interest to back off. Is no martial artist, and Airen gets pulled into lots and lots of bullshit. Akane may be weak, but she can handle herself better than most."

"I see, so it's dangerous to be around Ranma?" Kasumi tutted. "In that case, as the older sister that means I absolutely must marry him. I can hardly subject my little sisters to danger, now can I?"

To Kasumi, it looked like Shampoo was getting frustrated at losing the argument - in truth, she was trying to work up the courage to go for a kill shot. Yet standing in the midst of Kasumi's radiant innocence, there was nothing Shampoo could do. Even if it meant being able to claim that dick all to herself, harming a hair on Kasumi's innocent head was simply flat out impossible.

"Have it own way!" Shampoo yelled, and rushed off in defeat, hoping she could track down one of the other girls and get some tension off. "Kasumi regret this!"

"Perhaps I already do...?" Kasumi shrugged. "Seriously though, it can't <i>just</i> be lust. No man is that attractive that he can pull the attention of five strong willed girls like them."

She spent the rest of the afternoon trying to imagine it. What could it be about Ranma that would have that effect if not his looks? His curse? His martial arts talent? Some hidden charm that she'd not seen? Kasumi spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about it - little realising that in her way, she too was falling for an undetectable charm. Just not the one that had absolutely and thoroughly ensnared their hearts and loins.

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Normally Ranma would fence walk. For balance practise. Not that he especially needed it, but it was good to keep a hand in. It gave him a better view of his surroundings, let him hone his natural talent, and he enjoyed showing off.

Today was different. Today, Ranma was feeling backed up. This wasn't like at the Chardins where he'd been a chick almost the entire time. He was a boy about the same regular proportions he usually was.

Which might be why, upon leaving school, his eyes had magnetised to Akane, Nabiki, and Ukyo's gently swaying rears. They weren't putting any effort into it or anything like that, not trying to be sexy or anything, they were just... right there. All in a row. One butt covered by snug trousers, the others by lengthy skirts that were intended as unflattering, but when you've got a figure like these two it doesn't even matter. Unflatter away. He'd certainly been unflattering to Akane, but it didn't stop other boys from drooling all over her.

The girls were talking about something, but he couldn't tell you what it was if you put a gun to his head. He could tell they were deliberately ignoring him, but that was about the end of it. Good thing too. He couldn't have given you the answer to 1+1 in his current headspace. His balls were aching like never before. His shaft was begging for some action. It felt like, if he didn't have sex within the next few hours, he was going to explode.

Yet he couldn't force it on them. By which he meant, in a purely literal sense he <i>could</i> do that, but the idea was so repulsive that it was discarded instantly. Ranma had to bust a nut, had to bust it soon, and it had to be with someone hot and willing.

"We're home!" Nabiki called, and rushed off inside.

"Ukyo and I are going to be doing some training," Akane sniffed. "You have fun with Kasumi, idiot."

"Yeah, have fun with your perfect yamato nadeshika..." Ukyo sniffed, and the two of them walked off with linkd arms, no doubt planning on engaging in some truly kinky lesbian sex that he would, at best, be permitted to watch. Would it be better or worse for him to skip out on that? Let his imagination fill in the blanks, or watch the feast he could not partake in?

"Oh, there you are Ranma," said the inexplicably worse option. Kasumi Tendo. He turned to look at her if only to be polite, knowing that he would rightfully suffer for it. Sure enough, it was bad. It got worse when she embraced him. "I hope you had a good day at school today."

"It was a hard day," he said despite himself, stupid obvious pun. God she smelled good. Not as good as she looked. Or felt. He ached to have this body against him, even though he felt more guilty than he'd ever felt before in his life merely for the natural physiological reaction he was having to an extremely desirable woman. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Soul of ice ,.Soul of ice. Soul of ice. Soul of ice. It was the only thing keeping his underwear intact right now. Change the subject, change the subject, change the subject....

"How was your day today?" he asked. "Anything interesting happen?"

"Oh, nothing much," Kasumi honestly answered, giving him a serene and heartwarming smile. "Shampoo paid a visit and - "

Crap! He perked up right away upon hearing that. "She didn't do anything, did she?" he asked right away, checking her over for signs of injury. Finding none, but that didn't mean anything. ""Didn't feed you anything, didn't poke a shiatsu point?"

"Ah, n-no," Kasumi said. "I think she only wanted to talk about our situation."

He doubted that. Knowing Shampoo, she had some grand scheme to get Kasumi gone, so she could get back to riding his dick like she was meant to. "I'll have to speak to her later on..." he muttered to himself. "Listen, stay away from her and Kodachi, okay? Those chicks are crazy, it's not safe around them."

"If you say so," Kasumi smiled serenely. "So, about our date tonight. After dinner, why don't we head out to the festival?"

"Yeah, sure. Sounds fun," he said reflexively, when he was actually thinking about what he'd say to Shampoo. "Looking forward to it."

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As Kasumi dressed for her date, she found herself feeling a little unusual. Normally, she didn't much care for younger men. She preferred them a bit more mature. Stable futures, steady minds. Someone like Ranma would never be on her radar.

And yet, that reaction earlier. The genuine concern for her wellbeing. His cool attitude, not aloof but merely controlled and reasonable. It had ignited an interest in her that she wasn't expecting.

Perhaps it was because she'd been thinking about it all day. Perhaps it was because she'd been trying to figure out what it was about Ranma that all those girls found so appealing. Well. She might have found her answer.

"Now, I'm only doing this to make sure," Kasumi said, looking herself over in the mirror. "If he truly is mature and capable, I'll let him decide what to do. Which of us to marry."

She was going to test him today, at the festival in town. By wearing this red dress. One with a deep cleavage, and a slit up her side to show off her leg. It was quite a bit more revealing than her normal attire, but it was for the good of the family. She could hardly wait to see how he reacted.

"Buuuuh?" Ranma said, staring at her rather blatantly for a moment. Quite flattering really, though she could easily imagine most girls having a similar reaction to him. He'd gone all out, with a full on tuxedo and a bouquet of flowers. Determined to impress, was he? How charming. After that moment of blatant lust, the air in the room chilled and he regained control over himself, running his hand through his hair and - Honestly, seeming quite handsome. Debonair.

"For you," he said, offering the flowers. She took them. Took a deep breath, then linked arms with him. "So, uh, that dress looks nice."

"Thank you Ranma," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. A strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Kasumi had been on dates before, but... something felt different here. Was she starting to feel it? The same thing that had ensnared the hearts of her sisters, and those other three girls? Well... If it was, then she'd have to put a little bit of effort in. It was her intention to determine what was best for everyone before long, and if it was best that she marry Ranma, become Mrs Saotome, then... Then she'd better make sure that she put everything into it.

Little did she realizes that her actions were far more cruel than she could possibly comprehend. Ranma's upper arm was brushing up against her breast, and his desperate urge to bust a nut was now growing at an even faster rate than it already had been. How could things possibly get worse for him now?

1. Cue Soun's wacky plan.
2. Cue a wacky plan from the girls.
3. Cue something weird and magical happening at the festival.
4. Cue something else.