Story: HHL Film Director

 

That heady feeling was back. It was surreal, Shinobu had been feeling it all day long, growing more and more obvious as time passed. She snuggled into Ataru's shoulder and tried to figure it out. Was it the belly dancer outfit that she was wearing in public? Was it Ataru's hand being nestled squarely on her butt while she clung onto his body? Was it the fact that Lum was on the other side of him in pretty much the same pose?

Probably, but if it was then Shinobu was finding it really, really hard to even think about doing something about it. This whole situation was strange. Ataru was being more directly touchy feely than when they were dating even, and yet she couldn't bring herself to stop him. At all.

"So let me get this clear," Lum said. "This story you're writing has the heroinne infiltrate the villain's harem, Right?"

"That's right," Shinobu said. She took a deep breath, and Ataru's scent filled her nostrils, while his hand firmed up its grip on her butt. The timing, the pressure, the positioning... It was practically heaven ordained to make her whimper in pleasure the likes of which she didn't know was possible. "It's the only way that she can get out of his lair."

"How exciting," Lum tittered. "But you be careful now Darling. I'll be watching closely for any perverted antics."

Ataru puffed out his chest, and seemed honestly indignant about that comment. "I'll have you know that I am doing everything in my power to ensure this movie is of the highest quality," he said while groping two scantily clad girls at the same time. "I will not be the one to cause any perverted antics, of that I can assure you!"

Fuck, just hearing him say that made her feel funny. Wet. Moist. Hot. Fidgety. Clingy. Like she couldn't get close enough to him no matter how hard she tried. From there, the conversation drifted off into a few other details about the story. The main character's personality, the villain's motivation, mostly throwing things to the wall to see what stuck. Nothing concrete, nothing set in stone, merely ideas and suggestions. Was the villain truly evil, or did he have sympathetic motivation? What was the hero's call to action? Were they merely trying to save the day or protect something important to them?

What really mattered was that at the end of that conversation they arrived at an okinomiyaki restaurant called Uchan's. Which was advertising a swimsuit discount day. Wear a skimpy bikini while eating in, and you could have half off. Now, that kind of offer you'd think would only attract boys. You'd be half right. The place was packed to bursting with boys... But each and every one of them had a pretty girl in their lap, wearing swimsuits of all sorts. Your typical school one piece. A frilly, cute bikini. There was all sorts on display here, but what was really catching Shinobu's attention was the happy smile on each and every single one of those girls' faces. They were content. They were pleased. They were unashamed that they were out in public, eating at a restaurant, sitting in the laps of their significant other being groped and kissed while they ate their half off okonomiyaki.

"Ugh, really?" Shinobu heard one girl gripe upon being dragged in by her boyfriend. "You got me in this swimsuit for half off on our date? That's so cheap. I bet you only did this so you could get a quick glance at my br-"

She trailed off when the chef behind the counter stuck her sauce covered finger in her mouth. The same kind of smile crept up that girl's face, and she sat down in her boyfriend's lap without even the slightest bit of fuss. It wasn't too hard to see how they were making money off this discount either, there were several boys lined up outside peeking in through the window - and a sign up warning that it would cost them for pictures. With this kind of business model this restaurant could be so succesful they'd open a chain inside of a week.

"Uchan!" Lum yelled happily, detaching herself from Ataru to float over towards the chef, who perked up and looked towards the Oni with genuine happiness.

"Hey Lum!" the chef waved, stepping out and letting Shinobu get a good look at her. She was wearing a slingshot bikini that made Lum's oni two piece look downright conservative and modest by comparison. Virtually nothing was left to the imagination at all. Not her thighs, not her waist, not the shape of her breasts, not her butt, nothing and - Damn, but she was cute! An effect that was only magnified when she hugged Lum, and frenched her right there with everyone watching.

"Oh shit, I'm coming back here for lunch every day for the rest of my life," one boy whispered.

"I'm having my wedding here, and maybe my funeral too," another whispered.

"If she's wearing that, you might come back to life in your coffin," the first one whispered back.

Meanwhile, Ataru shifted so that he was standing directly behind Shinobu, embracing her gently from behind and nudging her butt with his obvious erection. "So? You see anything that's inspiring you?" Ataru whispered in her ear, before proceeding to nibble on it. "Don't worry, like I said before. I won't do anything perverted or dirty to distract you."

"And who is this delightful creature?" Ukyo asked, cupping Shinobu's cheek and staring her right in the eyes. Gosh, something about this girl's demeanour was so... masculine, somehow. It reminded her of Ryunosuke - if Ryunusoke had a better grasp of how to be feminine. "I'm Ukyo Kuonji. Are you here for a photoshoot?"

"L-Location checking," Shinobu said. Though the smile Ukyo gave her sort of imparted the thought 'You want to check my locations, or do you want me checking yours?' Shinobu gulped. "We were hoping it could give me some inspriation, so..."

"Shinobu's helping with the writing for the film," Ataru explained. "Poor thing's got some writer's block."

"Hrm, in that case why not help me serve a few customers as a temporary waitress?" Ukyo said. "No need to change, the three of you are good as is... Then afterwards we can head upstairs for a quick photoshoot. How does that sound?"

It sounded like it could lead to some perverted antics. However... With the way that Ataru, Lum, Ukyo and all those customers were looking at her expectantly it felt impossible for Shinobu to say no. Especially when part of her was starting to anticipate whatever might happen next.

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Gosunkugi had inadvertantly set himself up for life by turning one of the richest girls in Japan into his own personal submissive sexy maid. Ryoko looked herself over in the mirror, appreciating the frilly outfit she had donned. A strong and dominant will, thoroughly and totally shattered beyond repair. Now, that might sound like a bad thing to most - but honestly, it depends on what the person was doing with their dominant will. Were they using it to oppose injustice? Or were they doing what Ryoko was doing, and using it to troll the ever loving shit out of everyone in sight?

In that case, while Gosunugi's actions could hardly be seen as ethical, they had also made the world a better place. Meanwhile both of them were much happier now than they were before. Tells you something about ethics, doesn't it?

A servant of hers entered the room now, and bowed deeply. "As you requested, Miss Mizunokoji has arrived," the servant said. "Master Gosunkugi is waiting in your bedroom."

"His bedroom," Ryoko corrected. "Everything that I own belongs to him now. Bring Asuka in, please."

After a moment her closest friend was led into the room. Asuka Mizunokoji. A peculiar girl. Pretty, cute, strong enough to bench press a tank, deathly afraid of almost all boys on the planet - the sole exceptions being Big Brothers. She was also completely ideal for her new Master's burgeoning harem. Another rich girl, equally as wealthy as Ryoko, would make him the most powerful man in Japan. Regardless of anything else, that thought alone made her wet enough to make it a worthwhile endeavour.

"Hello Ryoko," Asuka said, curtseying cutely, innocently, in a way that made it absolutely not obvious that she could obliterate this room by stomping her foot especially hard. "Oh, that's a strange outfit. It looks like a maid's uniform?"

"Ah, it's a fashion statement," Ryoko said, giving her friend a quick twirl to check it out. "I wanted to give it a try at least once. So good of you to come pay a visit, Asuka."

"How could I say no?" Asuka beamed. "It sounded like you had discovered a way that I could finally be with my big brother!"

"Your monstrous strength does get in the way, does it not?" Ryoko tsked. "Fortunately, a new acquaintance of mine made a quite fascinating discovery, one that my own minions are investigating even as we speak."

A moment of pause for dramatic effect, Asuka seemed interested, time to move in for the kill.

"Have you ever heard of the ultimate weakness moxibustion?" Ryoko asked witha twinkle in her eye.
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Ranma Saotome was having sex with Akane Tendo. This is quite a natural development. The two of them have been engaged for a while, there's a strong emotional and physical connection between them, so such a thing is entirely expected.

The trouble was... well, let's step back a second and really think about Ranma as a person. He's a bit inhibited in his social skills owing to being raised by a manipulative doofus, constantly on the road, with a strong focus on martial arts all the way through his upbringing. He'd made friends in numerous places they'd visited, but forgotten most of them along the way - hence his inability to remember Ryoga or Ukyo at first. They were two of the few that had managed to catch up with them.

A romantic relationship was a whole other issue. Ranma didn't really have any romantic aspirations. And why would he? Friends were one thing. A romantic partner was something else. It meant opening up in a way he wasn't willing to do. It meant showing someone your weaker, more vulnerable side. As a martial artist, and a proud one at that, deliberately showing weakness was something he could not, would not do.

And yet here he was, on the school rooftop, rocking Akane's body with all of the pent up enthusiasm he could muster. She had set this up with her newfoudn perverted instinct, and done so masterfully. She had bypassed his reservations, his fears of vulnerability, his concerns that she would say no by reframing what they were doing. To understand what this means, let's look inside Ranma's head to see what he thought of the situation.

'I can't believe Hero was stupid enough to think he could resist her,' he thought. Note that part of him did recognise that Hero was himself, and Akane was the Villain. 'I mean, she's perfectly his type. Cute face, sexy body - It's obvious he'd succumb the second she started flirting with him.'

They switched positions, with her sitting in his lap, the two of them thrusting violently into each other while their tongues wrestled one another, each vying for dominance with neither willing to yield an inch. To look at them, it would be clear to anyone that they were both letting off some well pent up steam, as their bodies pushed together as closely as they could, their hands wandered as though exploring territory they'd held off on touching for a life time.Yet one would also be left with the idea that Akane was absolutely the one in control here. Every little thing she did guided Ranma in some way. Where he touched. When. As if she was teaching him. Training him. Making him learn how best to please her, while she simultaneously pleased him.

'Still, the sex is way better than he expected,' Ranma continued in his own head. 'At this point, there's no turning back. He's hooked. Her voice, her touch, her cute sexy face - he'd crawl over broken glass for her if she asked.'

That's right, he'd dissociated himself from what was happening, little realising that he'd given into urges that he'd been feeling for a long time now that he had a paper thin excuse that allowed him to go for it. Of course, later on the facade would resume - but Akane already had ideas in mind that would enable her to bypass it. That was the advantage perverts like her had in this new world. They had numerous ways to get what they wanted.