Sunday, 25 April 2021

Story: Kiss-O-Matic

 

For anyone who paid attention to such matters outside of Japan, it was quickly becoming apparent that traditional martial arts simply did not work. Put a karate master in a real fight, against a skilled opponent, and they will not know what to do. Setsuna had seen videos of it. A supposed black belt being knocked out by a sucker punch. Do you know the meaning of that term, dear reader? It does not mean 'punch to the back of the head', or at least that was not its original meaning. No, no. It's a boxing term; To strike with your leading hand. Why did it have that name? Because only a sucker would fall for it.

This made Setsuna Sakurazaki... worried. While her own skill with the sword was not in dispute, the video had inspired a unique fear inside her. What if her training was for nothing? What if she had been learning something impractical in a real fighting situation? The thought had gnawed at the back of her mind like a disease. She lacked real sparring partners to test herself against. Oh, sure. Ku Fei would put up a good fight, but... No, that wasn't quite enough. She needed something more than that. You only get to hone your skills in real fights. Real battles. Not merely sparring, but proper practice.

Enter her current travelling partner. Ayaka Yukihiro. Somehow she had worked out what was making Setsuna so distracted of late, and had resolved herself to curing it. This was something that Setsuna knew because -

"You're very welcome by the way, for me noticing your recent malaise," Ayaka said. "Only a truly dutiful, attentive class president would become aware of your problem and seek to solve it. Ohohohoho!"

Because Ayaka had been telling her about it over and over again. The way she said it would switch up, but the underlying message was still the same. Ayaka had noticed Setsuna was feeling down because she wasn't getting the chance to properly practice. So, she'd used her own resources to track down someone that might be able to help her.

Motoko Aoyama. Now, that family name certainly caught Setsuna's attention. In her circle, that family was well known for their techniques, devoted to exorcism and purification. Living out here in the middle of the city. If anyone could teach her ways to fight in a life or death situation, it was surely them. This wasn't a case of some supposed master either, Tsuruko Aoyama had several impressive accounts regarding her skill before she mysteriously vanished. Some say she died in battle, others say she got married and retired. If this Motoko was even half as capable as Tsuruko was supposed to have been, then Setsuna felt there had to be something she could learn from -

"Su! Get back here, right this instance!"

A girl in a bathrobe ran by waving a kendo stick overhead while chasing a tanned girl skipping and frolicking casually along. For some reason there was a wrench in her mouth, a screwdriver in her hand, and she was fiddling with some kind of device.

More to the point was the girl in the bathrobe, whose lips looked like they'd been injected with something intended to make them plump, juicy and ripe. Oh gosh. Setsuna really hoped that wasn't Motoko, otherwise this might have been a wasted trip.

"I have her, Mistress Motoko!" another girl cried out, leaping in out of nowhere to grab the tanned girl. "Shall we smooch her into submission, or merely tease her?"

"Excuse me?!" Setsuna yelled. Notably, Ayaka was standing back seeming extremely amused by the entire experience. "I do not care who you might be, but this is clearly an unseemly display! You shall stop this immediately or face my -"

In the course of yelling this, Setsuna had rushed forward to disarm this... This perverted swordswoman with strangely succulent seeming lips. How dare she ruin her image of the Aoyama family like this! That renowned family of demon slayers now seemed no better in her eyes than a supposed karate master! Especially as she was disarmed so easily.

However, she had been interrupted by the time she'd finished speaking. Whirled around by the other girl, who had somehow got inside her guard without her noticing, spun around and then?

Kissed. Lip locked. Actually, that is the better term to use here. Lip. Locked. It felt like the second their lips were touching, an invisible force was tying them together. Even if this girl wasn't holding onto her, rubbing her thigh and - ah, ah, not there, not there!

"Ohohohoho! " Ayaka cackled. "Try not to look like you're enjoying it so much! Perhaps I was mistaken, it was not proper training you desired but rather -"

She was quickly silenced, and the sound made it pretty clear what had happened. Motoko had grabbed onto her, and Ayaka had stood no chance at all. This was rather not what Setsuna had been expecting today. In fact, if you'd offered this to her on a list of things she could expect today, the only reason that she'd even consider it is because it would be so weird and specific that she'd think you were trying to trick her into picking the less stupid option.

Regardless! Setsuna could not allow this violation to continue one moment more! These lips belonged to only one person! Whoever Konoka gave her permission to smooch! (author's note: So, Konoka)That affirmation alone was enough to give her strength to resist this unusually tempting pleasure, and break free from this wicked temptress, this - this big lipped wanton caresser of thighs! With a hard shove to the chest, she forced her would-be seducer away, then whirled around with her blade drawn, whipping up wind to blow back Motoko before she could sully Ayaka any further.

... Not that Setsuna thought Ayaka could be sullied all that much further, if she was being honest with herself. Nonetheless! She grabbed Ayaka and ran down the steps, dragging her all the way, taking ten and sometimes twenty steps at a time. She'd go faster, maybe jup the entire way down, but she didn't want to hurt Ayaka in the fall.

"Are you alright?" Setsuna asked. Ayaka sleepily nodded. As for Setsuna, she returned her attention to the steps, expecting pursuit. Sure enough, the pair of them were at the top of the steps coming down fast while making kissy motions with their face.

The word 'yum' flew across Setsuna's mind. It was caught, diced, sliced and then fed to a thousand hungry <s>cats</s> Konokas sitting in the back of her mind. It was clear. They'd encountered something truly bizarre. No doubt some manner of kissing demon had managed to overwhelm them.

"Stay behind me!" Setsuna warned. "Whatever is going on with them, I'll find a way to purify them!" In a sense, giving her what she wanted from the start. A true test to her skills. She would face them with everything that she had, oppose them with all of her skill and then -

"Kiss."

Find her head being tilted back, and Ayaka greedily kissing her lips. At the same time, her hands shot down to Setsuna's thighs, and then there was a nigh perfect recreation of what that other fiend had been doing before. Touching all the right places, making her whimper pathetically, weakly, like a needy little dog pining for a treat, then trying for another one right after it finished one off.

This was... bad. To say the least. Ayaka had already succumbed to their corruption and was now trying to corrupt her in turn! Setsuna furrowed her brow and went into her well of determination, certain to break free just like before - But no, it was not to be this time. Because the two corrupters were already upon her, and suddenly she found herself sandwiched in between two very thirsty girls who could play her thighs like a musical instrument. One keeping her lips sealed up, the other nibbling on her neck, and making it feel so... tender, so sensitive that she couldn't bear it.

"Fascinating," Motoko said, pacing around the trio while licking her lips, smacking them loudly and occasionally planting one on any spare piece of flesh that she could reach. Be it Setsuna, or Ayaka, or Kanako, she didn't much seem to care where she kissed. "That touch... Now that I look at it, such a technique would render any swordswoman completely helpless."

"Mmph?!" Setsuna yelpeed, half in pleasure, half in shock. Ah, no, she had to escape!

"A swordswoman will naturally place great emphasis on her leg muscles," Motoko continued. "Thus increasing the mass around that area, but in a way that would build up the muscles in a very particular way." She got on her knees while Setsuna struggled to get an arm free. If she could use her sword, she could maybe - "Thus, attacking the legs in this way becomes a strange sort of weakness."

And then, her lips fell upon Setsuna's thighs. All of a sudden it became very difficult to remember why she wanted out of this in the first place. That was when things got weird.

"I'm sorry Setsuna, my lips," Ayaka managed to say at some point. Either an hour from the start of this, or maybe a minute in. Or maybe it was a year later? "They need to kiss so bad. You're not my normal type, but - Those cute noises you're making, it's too delicious. I must have more."

"Hrm, you must be quite the talented swordswoman," Motoko said at some other point. Maybe before Ayaka had said the previous thing? After? Ah, the order didn't feel like it mattered anymore. "I would like you to help us search for the device."

"You will obey Mistress Motoko in all things," Kanoko said, pulling Setsuna's lips away from Ayaka's... at some point? Oh, her head felt like it was filled with cotton. "She knows what's best." And then, those giant magnificent suckers that were made purely for the purpose of making someone feel good when they kissed you, kissed her full on the lips.

Her sword clattered to the ground as well, though once again it was impossible to say when. This was the worst thing that a swordswoman can do in a combat situation, but she'd done it. Because she'd needed her hands free. Because she needed to pull Kanako/Ayaka/Motoko's head closer in so she could feel their lips up against hers.

"You see, our lips are like this because of an invention by our friend Su," Motoko said, presumably continuing off what she'd been talking about before. Or maybe it was before that? Actually, it worked either way. "We are concerned that it will cause this effect to spread far and wide, turning every cute girl's lips into irresistible giant smoochers. Can you imagine it? Picture your best friend with lips like these. Imagine that she cannot help but kiss whoever is nearest. Imagine how embarrassing that would be."

Ah... Oh dear. It seemed that she was unable to stop herself from imagining Konoka with lips like that. Grabbing her in the morning. Smooching the daylights out of her. The image settled into her brain like a vampire invited into a residence, and much like that sort of thing, it wasn't going to leave very fucking easily.

To wit, Setsuna came herself a little bit stupid. Then came again for good measure. Then she imagined the rest of her class with lips like those, and came yet again. Smooching. Casually smooching, deeply smooching, playfully smooching. Everything Motoko was describing sounded exactly like the opposite of a problem to her right now.

When the three of them pulled back, Ayaka put her hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh my goodness, I don't know what came over me! Setsuna, are you -"

"Kiiiiisssh!" Setsuna burbled, crawling after Ayaka on her hands and knees. The class president stumbled back a bit while Motoko and Kanako watched-  but after ten steps back she bit her lip, crouched down and let Setsuna tongefuck her mouth. Bliss. Pure, undiluted bliss.

"Hrm, it truly is more dangerous than I believed," Motoko nodded. "Come, the three of you, we must find it before it causes more mischief!"


  1. Meanwhile, Keitaru and Naru are progressing with their new kiss cult.
  2. Su has snuck off to build another kissomatic. Better than the last. Oh dear.
  3. A trio of time travelling immortals (UQ Holder) come from centuries in the future to investigate something unconnected. Uh oh.
  4. More Negima characters get in on this nonsense.
  5. Something else

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