Story: Patreon - March

 

Shimoneta Twin Snow

Here he was, being escorted to school by the light of his life. Anna standing on his right, close enough that he could smell her hair. On his left, Anna's friendly Ayame. Flanked on either side by two pretty girls is rarely a bad place to be, but then again this world might make such a thing quite dangerous.

Not that Anna would allow anything perverted or nasty to happen, of course. Both she and her friends were saints, who had no idea about the sick dark world of perversion which he had barely escaped. In large part, thanks to Anna's kindness.

Still, the two girls were standing a bit closer to him than he liked. If they weren't careful they might set off their Peacemakers.

"Tanukichi, before class begins we would like you to come with us to the student council room," Anna said. "Ayame has already cleared it with your homeroom teacher, and we can both vouch for your presence. You will be able to introduce yourself to your class in due course."

"Uh? Okay..." Tanukichi said, unable to go against Anna's forceful personality. It felt like if he said no, the two of them would have frog marched him there anyway. Not that he was going to say no. A chance to spend more time with Anna? His long time crush, the angel that had saved him? Ah, look at her pretty face turning back to smile at him, that alone would have crumbled his resolve to dust in an instant.

"Ahem!" Ayame coughed, drawing his attention back to her. A serious seeming glasses wearing girl. The sort that came off like a cold, clinical hard worker. Not as warm as Anna by any means, and she hadn't said much to him. "Mind the expression on your face, in case people misunderstand why you're with us." Ah? That warning... "It's especially dangerous given that many people here will already know who your father is."

Oh dear! He gulped nervously, truly ashamed of himself for letting anything approaching a lewd expression to creep onto his face. What would people think of him if they saw something like that? What a terrible first impression to make! He kept his head down low to the ground, staring at his feet - which meant he missed it when Ayame leaned back to check out his butt, waggled her eyebrows and licked her lips suggestively.

"Here we are!" Anna chirped, throwing open the door and guiding him inside. "Welcome to the student council! You've already met myself and Ayame, but here are our other two members. Hyouka Fuwa and Otome Saotome!"

Hyouka was a sleepy eyed green haired girl wearing a labcoat, while Otome was a tiny girl doodling furiously on a notepad. Huh? All girls? That's a little strange.

"Nice to meet you," he said, bowing to them. They waved, barely seeming to acknowledge him, becuase they were a touch too busy focusing on what they were already doing. "Um... pardon me for asking, but why am I here?"

A seat was offered to him, and Anna sat at the other end of the table. Ayame stood next to her, like a loyal number two, but the other two were still hard at work on something or other. Oh, it was quite frustrating. On the one hand, he was quite curious, but on the other it really wasn't any of his business.

"Let me get directly to the point," Anna said, her tone frank but her face all smiles. "What do you think of this world, where dirty jokes cannot exist?"

"Eh?" Tanukichi sputtered. "W-Well, it was a plan developed by your mother, so..." He took a deep breath and began to explain his feelings on the matter. "Degeneracy levels have decreased dramatically since the new laws were implemented. There's been a general quality of life improvement across the board. And certain kinds of diseases - "that is to say, of the sexually transmitted variety - "Have been all but eradicated. Not to mention certain kinds of violent crimes -" like sexual assault. Of any kind, directed at either men or women, or even minors and animals. "Have either gone down, or seen a massive increase in successful prosecution. But..."

"But...?" Ayame asked, adjusting her glasses.

"Well, no society is perfect," he admitted. "I mean, we're basically under constant surveillance by our Peacemakers. Also, it feels like it's sort of easy for an unscrupulous person to take advantage of the laws to punish people by making it seem like they did something dirty when they didn't mean to." He took a breath after making that extremely risky, but honest criticism. It was Anna's face that was doing it. He couldn't hold back. In front of that face, only honesty could be said. "But then again those sorts of people will do that no matter what the law is. There are always a minority of people who want to exploit the loopholes so they can get ahead, that doesn't mean the entire system is bad! It just means, the loopholes have to be carefully watched out for. Maybe even closed, if that's possible."

"Well said," Anna nodded. "It is as you say. No society is perfect. However, that does not mean we should not strive to improve wherever we can. Unfortunately we're being held back by rogue elements. Blue Snow is the most obvious and extreme of these."

Ayame picked it up from there. "Aside from her attire, she has been spreading all manner of strange propaganda, claiming that we are causing a deep unhealthy repression among our youth. At first we dismissed these claims for the obvious popycot they were, but then -"

"What does dirty even mean?!" Otome yelled out of nowhere. "How are we supposed to find it if we don't know what it looks like?!"

"It's completely unscientific," Hyouka added, her tone sleepy and her body language staggering. "How are we supposed to keep our students clean and keep them from getting dirty when we don't know how to measure the dirt?"

"For example," Ayame said, suddenly right next to him. "Is this dirty?" And then she sat in his lap. "How about this?" And then she put her hands behind her head, thrusting out her chest, and grinding her hips up against him. "For some reason I really wanted to do this, but I have no idea if it's dirty or not."

"It's dirty!" Tanukichi said, quickly. "It's - uh, very, very dirty! Please stop before our Peacemakers activate!"

Ayame nodded and climbed off him, thank goodness. Phew!

"This is why we need help," Anna said. Ah, when did she get around the table like that?" We don't know what enemy we're fighting. That's why we need your help. For example, I don't understand what was so dirty about that. Was it when she sat in your lap like this?"

And then Anna sat in his lap. The poor boy made a whimpering noise and went crosseyed from the sensation of having his longtime crush suddenly sitting on top of him. Her scent, her warmth, her very presence was making him.

"We're too pure, you see?" Anna said, putting her hands behind her head and - ah! Ah! Her chest was much, much bigger than Ayame's! "Why is this dirty? What makes it dirty? Can we use our understanding of why this is dirty to figure out if other things are dirty? The son of a former ero-terrorist is exactly what we need to teach us."

"And your honest assessment of our society makes it all the more likely that you'll be honest with us," Ayame said, whispering it into his ear from behind him. "You won't try to use this opportunity to corrupt us, to make us dirty without even knowing it."

Oh, wow. Despite himself, a perverted fantasy did pop into his head. It wouldn't be hard for him to do exactly that, would it? He could dress them up however he wanted, have them dance for him - Anything he wanted! So long as he was careful to keep the Peacemakers from going off, he could do whatever he wanted!

But... that wasn't right. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Not to Anna, never to Anna, it would be betraying her every ideal. Which is why he would do this seriously. "Alright. I'll help you out," he said. This prompted a clap of approval from Anna, she seemed so happy. "Uh, s-so, what now? Does this mean I'm a member of the student council, or is it an unofficial position?"

It wasn't as though that was his intention upon coming to this school, but... Being given the opportunity was extremely gratifying by itself. Not only would it open doors to him in the future, but he could remain at Anna's side and be useful to her! Granted, it was because of his impure knowledge, like a member of the Church knowing heretical knowledge so they could seek out and destroy it, but it was still useful!

"Why of course," Anna said, smiling that beautiful innocent smile at him yet again. "We would be happy to have you here, Tanukichi. Your knowledge of the lewd and dirty will be extremely useful to us in our efforts to protect the students of this school from those who would do them harm."

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Five seconds after Tanukichi left, Anna's tongue was down Ayame's throat. The two girls weren't capable of holding back anymore as their hands wandered under the other's skirt, peeling off their panties before putting them over their own head, only allowing their lips to separate when it was absolutely necessary for them to do so.

"Mmm, fuck, he's so hot!" Ayame moaned into Anna's mouth, hearts beginning to pop up in her eyes. They were already present in Anna. "I want to pork him so hard we could open up a pig farm! I want him to pound me like a piledriver, and make me ahegao so hard I grow an ahoge!"

"I just want him to bend me over and drill me so hard we'd need an archaeological team to dig me out," Anna said, and then the smooching resumed. Well, smooching isn't really the right word for it. Tongue fucking, mutual humping, jockeying for position (which Anna, due to her greater strength, was winning handily) and hands wandering into places they really, really shouldn't be -

At which time a beep sounded and the two sprung apart so hard there was a sound like a plunger being pulled off a wall. Alas, their lewd behaviour still had a time limit. Neither of them was anywhere near it, the timer was there to promote good practise in using it efficiently. They were fully capable of wearing one another's panties without tripping their Peacemakers. For now, at least. Ayame strolled over behind Hyouka and patted her on the head.

"So? Did you manage to get access?" she asked. Hyouka gave a sleepy nod. "Perfect. So now, we can temporarily turn his Peacemaker off at will. That will help a lot."

Meanwhile, Otome was furiously sketching something with her teeth. Anna peeked at it - a delightful drawing of Tanukichi sitting on a throne, with all four girls wearing belly dancer outfits, dancing for his amusement. Ah yes, the 'harem'. The very sight of it made Anna drool - and not just from her mouth. Oh yes, that was definitely something they should 'test' for lewdness at some point.

After waiting a few seconds more, Anna flipped off her Peacemaker for a second. "Alright, sluts, here's the plan. We're going to mindfuck that hunk of beefcake into a harem protagonist before he knows what's happening."

Ayame shuddered, feeling her heart pound in anticipation for such a scheme. Also, because she fucking loved this version of Anna and hearing her talk dirty did things to her pussy that no vibrator could replicate.

"Nnnrgh! Drawing girls like this makes me feel good!" Otome grunted, nearly biting her pencil clean in half. "I want to draw boys like this as well!"

"In due time, we'll give you all the material you need," Ayame said. "If we can get Tanukichi on board with our little scheme, the rest of the boys in school will follow."

"What about the girls?" Hyouka sleepily asked. "I want to do research with them as well."

Ah, Hyouka. Of course you want to do research. That's why they brought you in. Your desperate need to know as much as possible about human reproduction... this was the best way to make use of your talents, bringing you on board with this project and letting you in on everything would let everyone involved get what they wanted. Still, Anna and Ayame shared a look when she asked that. They chuckled, and then Ayame switched off her Peacemaker for a bit.

"Three quarters of the girls in school are thirsty, thirsty bitches," Ayame said. "If we told them that dressing up like this was dirty, then offered them the clothes, almost all of them would give it a try.

"Give me half an hour, and I'm pretty sure I can persuade the remaining quarter to play along," Anna added. "For the time being, we have some work to do. Otome, keep on drawing material for us to distribute as Blue Snow, we'll have another operation... um... When do you think would be best, Ayame?"

"Hrm, give it a few days," Ayame said with a twinkle in her eye. "We can't have her appear too regularly. Especially when we have so much other work to do first."

Ataru's Choice

This is a point worth repeating, but Shinobu Miyake is an ordinary girl with ordinary wants, ordinary needs, and a really weird set of friends that don't fulfill any of them. Thus, upon meeting her ex-boyfriend at her front door, she was up front and to the point before he said a word.

"I don't want any nonsense today," she said to Ataru. "No hitting on other girls, no wacky shenanigans like... like magic, or aliens, or time travel. Got it?"

Ataru opened his mouth for a moment, then cocked his head to the side and apparently changed direction from whatever stupid thing he was going to say. "Time travel?" he asked. "Why did you single that out?"

"My mother was watching this dumb sci-fi drama, and it had time travel all over the place!" Shinobu grunted in disgust. "It's so stupid, time only moves forward, you can't travel in any other direction. I mean, it creates so many obvious paradoxes and questions about free will and fate - and besides that, the stories never keep it logically consistent, there's always some hole in the rules to make way for the brilliant idea they had. It's dull, it's asinine, it's repetitive, it's stupidity masquerading as intelligence!"

After that rant, she stopped to take a deep breath.

"So, I was thinking karaoke?" Ataru suggested, seizing the chance to stop her rnat before it really got going. "Indoors, less of a chance Lum would spot us..."

"And the two of us would be alone together for an extended period," Shinobu observed, eyes on his wandering hands.

"Hey, hey now! I think that rock jumped back two seconds in time!"

Shinobu reflexively lashed out at the rock and smashed it to pieces.

"See?" Ataru asked, pointing at the rubble. "So what am I going to do if I do get fresh? Aside from ask for a visit to the hospital."

Alright. Fine. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Honestly, a karaoke date with Ataru sounded miles better than having to put up with the bullshit that seemed to fill up the world at times. A nice straightforward normal date with absolutely nothing else weird going on at all.

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Alright. Ramu took a deep breath. This was such a weird situation to be in, but she was stuck with it now. Her dad had just finished calling her in secret, so she knew they were coming to this karaoke place, and so she'd dragged this weird alien chick along for the ride.

Honestly, she didn't know why she was putting up with this. She was here to make sure her mother and father hooked up, that's all. Helping her dad cheat on her mom with this admittedly kinda hot alien chick was not part of the plan!

On the other hand this alien could apparently fly and tossed lightning bolts like they were tennis balls. So who knew what she might get up to if Ramu got in her way too obviously. Best to play along, pretend to be her daughter, and try to coast this out without getting electrocuted.

"Uh... mom? What are you doing?" Ramu asked. Lum was tinkering and poking at the karaoke machine for reasons beyond Ramu's imagining.

"How quaint! It's quite cute," Lum chirped. "You load the song here, the lyrics show on the screen here... But it's honestly quite a simple device. Especially compared to what we have in the greater galaxy."

At which point she reached into a closet with some freaky handheld device, opened a space-time corridor with it, and pulled out something that looked kinda sorta like a karaoke machine if someone had taken the early 90s, turned it into some kinda enchanting fluid and then dunked the machine right in there for a week.

"Ta-da!" Lum said. "Now, I know this probably looks retro to you." Ramu nodded, unable to disagree. "But this is what your mother used to use when she went out singing with her friends. It has all the current intergalactic melodies. Teehee, I wonder if you'll recognise any of these?"

The device was activated, and then the entire room transformed into a stage, with Lum at the centre. There was a baying crowd, the room's acoustics went wild. It completely felt like they'd been suddenly brought out to a real concert! Lum started to dance. Some lame 80s-esque routine that only really worked because she was adorable enough to get away with anything.

This... was quite impressive actually. While Earth's technology had moved along a <i>lot</i> by her time, it wasn't quite this advanced. It was making Ramu even more nervous. What if she failed? What if, during the course of this date, this scantily clad hot alien used her no doubt siren like singing voice to entice her father? Would she fade from existence?

Then Lum began to sing. Shortly thereafter, Ramu very much wished that she would fade from existence. She was learning the same lesson her father had learned about Lum's cooking. You see, in outer space Lum would be considered both a very good cook and a very good singer. Trick is, human aesthetics aren't quite the same as the Oni in a lot of important ways.

Well, unless you were a Heavy Metal fan.

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Aha, so this was it! He'd finally done it, arranged a date with two girls at once! Granted, one of them was Lum, and also neither of them knew about each other... but he'd count it as a win! That's one step closer to a harem. A tiny step, but still a quite important one!

"Oh, Shinobu! It's been ages since I've heard you sing!" he practically sang himself, eagerly rubbing her shoulders as she looked through the song list. "I can hardly wait - But first! Why don't I get us some drinks? Singing can be thirsty work, after all!"

Shinobu eyed Ataru suspiciously for a moment. She didn’t know how Ataru would be taking advantage of that. Maybe he was just thirsty, it wasn’t like he could grope her from across the halls. “OK, give me lemonade.” She said.

"Back in a tick!" Ataru dashed out of the room. Alright, let's see. According to this cell-phone-thingy, Ramu had managed to get the next room over. So let's take a look in there, check in on Lum, make the same excuse and then get back there with some drinks.

Ataru was immediately blown back against the wall by the sonic force erupting from the room upon opening the door. Almost immediately thereafter, a cute girl fell into his arms. His own daughter from the future.

"Save me, daddy!" Ramu whimpered, and after a moment Ataru understood her pain. A queasiness overtook him. "These aliens, they've developed sonic weaponry! We must warn everyone before it's too late!"

"It's alright, I'll stop her!" Ataru said, taking a big step into the room - then immediately losing his balance, because that's the effect this kind of music has on regular humans. Unfortunately this resulted in him stumbling right into Lum mid-chorus, inadvertently tackling her to the floor.

"Oh, darling! Not in front of our daughter!" Lum giggled. "Would you like the chance to sing instead?"

"Sure thing!" Ataru yelled. Aha, it seems they'd already ordered drinks. "Ramu, could you help pick out an Earth song that your ‘mother’ would like?”

Lum didn’t know what Air quotes meant in human culture so she just nodded along. The two of them huddled around the regular non-alien karaoke machine - and then Ataru grabbed the drinks, fleeing back to Shinobu with them.

"Here you go!" Ataru said, brandishing the drinks aloft. Hah! Who said this was difficult? Being in two places at once was easy when you knew the trick to it!

"Gosh, aren't we being thoughtful today?" Shinobu asked. She took the drink, then had a sip of it, and her face turned flush for some reason. Probably something to do with the fact it was actually an alien drink that was... not exactly alcoholic, but that's only because it's a compound humanity hadn't discovered yet. Fortunately. "You know, we were kinda great together before Lum came along."

"That's what today is all about, babe! I wanted to remind you of that," Ataru said, sitting next to her and taking a chance by putting an arm around her shoulder.

“Sure there was still your wandering eye and the occasionally weird thing… like that nekomata… or the succubus... or that american girl who turned out to be a serial killer…”

"And don't forget the ghost maid!" Ataru said. He sure didn't forget the ghost maid. She literally haunted his dreams.

"Anyway!" Shinobu tersely interrupted, clearly not wanting to be reminded of the weird stuff. "It's nice to catch up, make up for lost time, and... Uh... We never did have that first kiss, did we?"

Jackpot, baby! She was closing her eyes and leaning in, this was it, this was the perfect opportunity! You don't get much better than this! Ahahaha! Ataru closed his eyes too, so he could really savour the moment, the taste, the texture -

Or his mobile phone could ring.

"What's that sound?" Shinobu asked.

"I don't hear it," Ataru said.

"It sounds like a phone," Shinobu said.

Aha. Ahahaha. In that case, there was only one thing for it. "I'll check out here, wait one minute!" he yelled, and made for the door. Ramu! Calling him at a time like this! What sort of nonsense were you pulling, and why were you lying on the floor frothing at the mouth?

"Alien... cooking..." Ramu hiccuped. "She brought... she brought cookies with her... I tried one and... I don't think I can taste anything spicy ever again!"

Tsk, his instincts as a father were kicking in. How annoying. "Drink milk instead of water, it'll neutralise the taste," he advised. "Water will just swirl it around your pallet, destroying the rest of your mouth."

"Wish I'd known that thirty seconds ago," Ramu gasped. Ataru leaned down to offer his shoulder so she could lean on him. Alas, that was when -

"Ataru Moroboshi! Are you groping your own cousin?!"

Shinobu had left the room to check up on them.

"N-No, no! I was following Ataru in here, and started feeling sick!" Ramu quickly stammered out. "My cousin was just helping me to my feet, that's all. Right D- dear cousin?"

"That's ri~ight!" Oh gosh, why had he not thought of this before? A wingman! No, better still! A wingwoman! "I was being helpful, not pervy!"

"Oh, that's kind of sweet," Shinobu said. "Come here, why don't I take care of you while Ataru goes to find a doctor?"

Phew! Dodged a bullet there. Watching them, you could really feel the mother and daughter vibes. The similarities, the tender way Shinobu was supporting Ramu into the room... It was cute enough that he couldn't take his eyes off them until they went into the room.

Which was a big mistake because the door next to him flew open and Lum hauled him inside.

"There you are Darling," Lum said. There was something about her tone that felt... different to usual. Like when she was being flirty, but dialled up to eleven. There was a clicking sound behind her. When Lum floated away, Ataru could see a lock on the door. An alien lock. "You know, it's funny. Meeting our daughter has made me think about our future. Think a lot about it."

"Oh yeah"? Ataru said in the highest pitch he'd ever said anything in his entire life.

"Oh yes," Lum licked her lips, pushing him back into a chair and landing lightweight in his lap. "I was thinking how I would like to make a headstart on building that family. Wouldn't it be nice, tcha?"

Great, wonderful, Lum was feeling baby fever after getting to know a daughter that wasn't even hers. Had he been saying this was easy before? Because things were about to get quite hard for him!

1. Cue Lum's future daughter - who Lum thinks is actually Shinobu's!
2. Back to Pan and her plans.
3. Shinobu and Ramu get to know each other a little better. Before Ramu rushes off to hit on a cute staff member.
4. Something else

DxD Cocknosis

In a daze, Asia acted on instinct and dragged Raynare out of the student council room before things got worse. Unfortunately, it got worse. Everywhere she looked, everywhere they went they were there. Tits. Jiggling tits. Bouncy tits. Perfect tits. Girls milking each other, suckling on one another's nipples greedily suckling down milk. Tits rubbing up against each other. Tits, tits, tits, tits!

It was a relief to find somewhere safe, at last. Though Asia could hardly stop herself from opening her own top and wantonly groping herself, feeling good, so good as she played with her own titflesh, her own perfectly shaped mammaries with such smooth warm skin. She collapsed back into a seat with her hands full of tits, and looked all around the room. It was a fairly ordinary looking room for the most part. A pair of Victorian style seats opposite each other with a table in between. Nice wood panelling to give it a comfortable feel. Off to the side of the room was something a little unusual though - a shower?

"My, how fancy," Raynare said, taking off her clothes (what little there was) to step within the shower. "Those Devils must use this when they've finished sinning, so they can clean themselves down. Or something like that?" She playfully stuck out her tongue. "Care to join me, Mistress Asia?"

"No," Asia lied, eyes glued to Raynare's big bouncy juicy magnificent entrancing superb amazing astounding beautiful jiggly full inviting glorious tits. "R-Raynare, this is wrong! You shouldn't make everyone's tits <i>perfect</i>!"

"I shouldn't?" Raynare asked teasingly. She put the water on and it plain wasn't fair. It really wasn't fair at all. "But they all asked for it. Why should we keep it from them?"

This was a lie. It was an extremely blatant lie. However, there is something that is important about lying that many people forget. If there are consequences to lying, then a person will hesitate to do it. When there are no consequences? Then a person will be shackled only by their own conscience. Yes, that's right. Even if someone catches you out in a lie, and you continue to lie and lie and lie, if you eventually get what you want then why bother telling the truth?

Especially when the sight of water running down your naked body would prove to be an excellent distraction even before you acquired hypnotits. Because make no mistake, Raynare was a bitch through and through, in every meaning of the word but the literal one. She was a bitch in personality type, meaning that she tormented people for the sake of tormenting people. She was also a bitch in the sense that she was kind of a massive slut... and you'd best believe she had a body to match it. Her favourite practise was playing the innocent, putting her pretty face up front to mask the bitch beneath, then use that to soil a person. Take what she wanted from them, while playing up the innocent act. Gaslight them. Deceive them. Lie to their faces and make them beg for more.

And that was <i>before</i> she gained access to tits that completely and totally bypassed all the usual mental defenses magical beings of this realm employed (though that may be more due to being an out of context problem than raw power).

"You were saying you felt all dirty and sweaty, why don't we save water by showering together?" Raynare asked, beckoning for Asia to join her.

"Eh, no I didn't... I didn't say anything like that," Asia said.

"Don't be silly," Raynare giggled. "You were saying that walking around everywhere was a real exercise, due to all the steep roads and it would be good to wash that grime off. Come on, don't be shy, I'll wash your back."

This is gaslighting in a nutshell. Defy reality. If you're told that what you'[re saying is wrong, double down on it. Double down on the lie, until your target starts to question reality itself. It's a startlingly effective technique, because at heart humanity isn't as rational as it likes to think it is. It's a trait taken advantage of by bad faith actors everywhere, and not just recently. Someone wanting something evil has no need to play by the rules, while someone wanting something good or reasonable has to. To the former, words and rules are clay to be played with, while the latter must abide by the spirit and the letter as much as they are able. This is what makes gaslighting so terrifying, and let's be blunt, a thoroughly evil practise.

Which is why it fits Raynare like a glove.

"Honestly, I don't see why you're being so difficult," Raynare shrugged when Asia didn't join her. She turned her back, hiding her tits, but making no bones about what she was doing in soaping them up. "These are soooo good, and it's obvious they want them. Why should we keep them to ourselves when those other sluts - I mean, girls so obviously want them so what's the harm?"

"But do they really want them?" Asia asked. "Or are they being made to want them? I can see how utterly hypnotic these absolutely perfect... Uh..."

She trailed off, for Raynare had turned around again, while rubbing shampoo into her hair. Arms held up high, chest thrust out, while hot water and suds trailed down her body. Such a sight was... It must be divinely inspired, surely, for nothing less could possibly exist without God's own hand being involved.

"I can't hear you clearly out there," Raynare said, making a show of cupping her ears and leaning forward. "The running water is quite loud, and I have some of it in my ears. Why don't you join me here? It's not possible to get dirty while cleaning. Right?"

If Asia were thinking clearly, or at least more aware of gaslighting techniques, she would have seen through this quickly. She might have tested if Raynare could really hear her. She might have noticed that there was no flow of logic leading into her second point. She wasn't upset at all about being dirty, so what did it matter if she couldn't get dirtier while cleaning up?

Alas, she was not thinking clearly in part because the sight of Raynare's naked heaving bosom dripping wet with water, steam wisps around her body, were making her own nipples start to tweak, to the point that she was already tucking her hands under her robes and playing with them in a way that would have shocked her a week ago. Rough, nasty, wantonly, driven by base lust to a degree that should have shamed her, but now only made her lick her slips with anticipation, even as her robe slipped off her shoulders and she stepped inside the shower. A shower that had been designed with one person in mind, meaning  that two people were going to wind up... intimately close.

"There we go, isn't this better"? Raynare asked while cheating quite a bit by using her tits to rub soap all over Asia's back. She was methodical about it, but also quite quick, touching Asia's back in ways she didn't think could be made to feel so alive, so vibrant, so... good! "We'll get you all nice and clean in no time at all."

"Guhhhh," Asia gurgled incoherently. That did feel really good. Really, really good. But do you know what else felt good? Being dicked by Issei and his massive hypnodick. Asia felt a gaping emptiness inside her, one that she knew could only be fulfilled by that... that divine member. Penetrating her. Thrusting its way inside her. Over and over again. Delivering its hot seed to the very core of her being, making her feel fulfilled and loved and wanted, which were feelings that she experienced far too infrequently in her life up until now.

"I think we were wrong about Issei," she managed to squeeze out, wriggling and moaning under Raynare's expert, slutty touch. She turned around to confront the Fallen Angel, but all that meant was they were now tit to tit, and the larger woman with much, much more sexual experience easily pushed her back against the shower wall, gently rolling her shoulders so that her nipples ran a tight circle around Asia's.

"Wrong about Issei?" Raynare asked teasingly. "Oh no, don't tell me, he dirtied up your pussy with his giant thrusting hypnodick and turned you into another of his easy, willing sluts? Raynare asked. Utilising yet another technique of gaslighters - accuse your mark of being what you are. In Raynare's case, an easy slut. "Didn't you already agree that we need to stop Issei?"

"Y-yes..." Asia gasped, as Raynare grabbed her butt to pull her in closer, squeezing their tits together, so that each of their right tits were within the other's cleavage.

"Then what are you doing changing your mind, silly slutty mistress?" Raynare asked, lovingly, caringly, tenderly. "Don't let him trick you." A kiss on the lips. "Don't let him fool you." Another kiss, this time with a little tongue. "Don't be swayed by his penis, tits are so much better."

"Bu-but, aren't we doing the same thing we thought he was doing?" Asia asked. "Making all these girls into big titted, horny, easy mind slaves who will do absolutely anything we ask." As she asked this question her voice trailed off, becoming unusually husky. Almost as though the idea was starting to appeal to her. She shook her head again.

"Don't be silly, that's not what we're doing at all!" Raynare said. "We're just turning all these girls into big titteed horny easy mindslaves who will do anything <i>we</i> ask. It's different because <i>we won't take advantage of them</i> the way that nasty Issei boy would."

After a moment for effect, with the only sounds being the running water down their bodies and Asia's light moaning, Raynare slipped by her and left the shower, gently placing Asia's hands on her tits, kissed her on the neck and rolled her hips on the way out for effect, stretching out her nude, wet body that most men would give their right night to have a night of passion with.

Then she peered over her shoulder and finished the thought with a single word. "Much."

As in, they wouldn't take advantage of them as much as Issei would. You could interpret that to mean they'd do it even more than he would, though she was implying less. Honestly, it depended on what you meant. Having access to the little sisters of two of an enemy's leaders when your faction was probably the overall weakest of the three in play? That's fucking amazing. Using titnosis to spread your influence and stoke your own power? Holy shit, that's incredible.

"Haven't you been lonely your entire life, Mistress Asia?" Raynare asked while towelling herself off. In the shower Asia's traitorous fingers started to dig into her flesh, seeking as much contact as possible. She pushed the flat of her hands in there and then her eyes rolled up in her head. Oooh, the water was somehow making this even better too! "Discarded. Used. When all you wanted was to help people. Well, now you can help people. You can help people by showing them the joy of tits."

"The... joy of tits!" Asia repeated, squeezing, pleasing, licking her lips in delight. So good. Ah, now that she'd experienced sex as well she was starting to imagine it. Issei's penis. Thrusting into her cleavage. His big hard dick so warm and <i>sexy</i> embedded right in between these puppies, it made her mouth water harder than the showerhead she was standing under.

"You can show them the error of their ways. Purify them of sin. Give them joy. Give them bliss. While taking away the petty complaints they have that force people to oppose one another. You can make everyone work together for the greater good."

"The greater good!" Asia repeated, though...

If anyone starts talking about the greater good, and not in a sarcastic or memy way? Run, because you're talking to a dangerous person. Not that Asia was even capable of following that advice right now. Her brain was running the highest dopamine hit right now. Well... Second highest. Her highest was earlier with Issei.

With Issei. With Issei. With Issei with Issei with Issei she wanted him needed him craved him fuck him all night every night fuck him have sex with him it's all she wanted it's all she needed it's all she lived for it's all she needed.

Except her tits. She needed those every bit as much.

"You can even show Issei the error of his ways," Raynare mused, striking a vulnerable point like an Olympic level archer. "You can have everything you ever wanted and more besides. You can make everyone, the whole world, better with your tits. That's the reason I've been doing this, Mistress. All for you! Because I love my tits, but not as much as I love yours."

Yes indeed. From the start Raynare had been completely bamboozled by Asia's tits. I mean, really think about it. Think about the stupidity of what she did in the series canon compared to later on, while completely in love with Azazel. Of course she'd do something like this for Asia while thinking it would make her happy. Of course she would then do everything in her power to make Asia happy with it, not seeing the logical disconnection between them.

Because that's the last thing you have to learn about gaslighters. Quite often they gaslight themselves into ignoring the obvious logical faults in their beliefs. Tell lies to others long enough and you'll start to believe a few falsehoods yourself.

"Tiiiiiits!" Asia moaned, tongue out, cheeks flushed, full on groping her soaking wet tits, rubbing them down with soap and covering them up with suds. "Tits, tits, Issei, tits! Issei, Issei, Issei tits!"

Raynare giggled to herself, enjoying the fact that her mistress was so, so happy. Now that she was fully on board and understood the brilliance of Raynare's plan, they could continue the operation unmolested. Ah... actually, given the nature of what they were doing that was perhaps not the right word to use? Never mind. For the time being the only thing they had to do was wait for the Gremory bitch and her peerage to arrive, then they'd be in for something of a shock.

LS Kallen

Bigotry takes multiple forms, and many who indulge in it are blissfully unaware they're doing anything wrong. It can target gender, race or - as the Lesbain Shard was fully aware - sexual preference. This is perhaps the least obvious aspect of a human being to receive bigotry, as one can usually tell at a glance the other measures. Skin colour, sexual characteristics and the like are usually fairly trivial to spot. Sexual preference is a whole other matter. It relies upon you acting on it, informing others -  it is something that can be concealed from the public at large if one so desires. My family doesn't know that I write this smut, and god help me the embarrassment I would feel if they did!

What is the point of this? Why, it has to do with the world that the Lesbian Shard was drifting into. A world in which history played out quite differently, and the Holy Britannian Empire has conquered half of the planet. They take on the absolute worst aspect of the British Empire from our world, but here there is no Charles James Napier to condemn the practise of burning widows by threatening to hang those who indulge in it. If anything, this Holy Britannian Empire would watch with interest, light a cigarette on the bonfire and enjoy the screams while sipping an expensive wine.

In the conquered nation of Japan- rechristened Area Eleven to further dehumanise the natives - one should make no mistake that there has been technological improvement throughout the land. However, Japanese people - pardon me, Elevens - have to live very hard lives. They are forced into ghettos. Their lives and livelihood continue at the sufferance of the Britannian locals. If one of them has had a bad day, and you attempt to sell them fruit, there is a very good chance they could upturn your wares and have you beaten, just for the fun of it.

These attitudes are pushed onto the people from the top down. To show weakness of any sort is to be a failure. Therefore, show no weakness. Show no mercy. Operate from a position of strength. That is what it means to live inside the Holy Britannian Empire. On a cursory glance, the Lesbian Shard hated it already. Hated, hated, hated, hated, hated it to the core of its being. It recognised what attitudes were pushed within this Empire. It recognised the unnecessary suffering, it saw the disdain for weakness, the heeled boot stepping on top of those unable to fight back. The hypocrisy of advocating survival of the fittest while propagating a system where only the corrupt could hope to rise to the top. The excuses. The propaganda.

As such, this wasn't a world that was going to be corrupted because the Lesbian Shard did that sort of thing. This world would be saved for more personal reasons.

It found the ideal target quickly. Kallen Stadtfeld, ne Kozuki. Born to a Britannian Duke and a Japanese woman, from a time before the Holy Britannian Empire had taken over, before Area Eleven existed. She lived at the Stadtfeld estate, hiding her Britannian heritage though, in truth, she was a member of her brother Naoto's resistance cell... Before his unfortunate demise. Recently, she had been pulled into a brand new organisation. The Black knights. She had been granted her own Knightmare Frame (an advanced mecha unit that Britannia had used to utterly smash Japan's otherwise modern military) called the Guren, and put it to good effect.

This girl, who lived on the edge of both lives even if she preferred to live on one over the other... was absolutely <i>perfect</i> for the Lesbian Shard's needs. It drifted down as she tucked herself into bed, in through her open window and settled onto her forehead, merging with her, granting her the power she'd need to make all of her dreams come true.

And a few other dreams besides. For example. She didn't used to dream of Lesbian Harems. Britannian women, serving her hand and foot. Overwhelmed by her beauty, her raw sex appeal, doing as she wanted because they couldn't resist her. Then these dreams turned lewd, Kallen dreamt of women whose faces blurred into one another, women licking her pussy, her wet dripping pussy, arousal flooded her entire being. Kallen then felt hands on her mammoth breasts, Kallen wouldn’t think her bust size mattered at all, but these were “TITS”, Tits befitting more for a whore then a revolutionary soldier, but Kallen somehow knew these TITS belonged to her, the nameless women licked and lapped at her nipples, then taking long sucks, Kallen loved it when they pulled on her nipples, its as if by pulling on the nipple, the stretching made the breast larger. Well, she is a growing girl after all.

In her mind she imagined herself sitting atop Cornelia li Britannia's back, while she was on her hands and knees. The Princess was naked, dripping from her pussy and her tongue hanging out. Meanwhile other Britannian women, Duchesses and other Noblewomen that she had seen at some point or another were equally naked and crawling over each other for a chance to touch her. To kiss her. To taste her.

Then in stepped her new friends on the student council. Milly, Shirley, Nina. They approached in yukatas, like traditional Japanese women. Kallen smiled at them. They might be Britannians, but they were still good people. It was the people in charge that she hated most of all for instilling this belief that they had to punch down to stand tall.

She beckoned for them to approach, and they did so while allowing those yukata to slide off their bodies, revealing elegant beautiful figures beneath. Milly's busty curvaceous figure, Shirley's toned athletic body and Nina's cute lithe form. It was like neapolitan ice cream, three delicious yet distinct flavours right next to each other.

Milly and Nina settled at Kallen's breasts, while Shirley got onto her knees to worship Kallen's pussy. In turn, Kallen took the chance to squeeze the breasts of the first two while using her foot to squeeze Shirley's rump. In all honesty she couldn't decide which she preferred the most. While Milly had the largest breast, she couldn't say that Nina's smaller tit was unpleasant to touch. And Shirley's butt was a perfect ten.

And while the four of them groped and kissed and sucked and licked at one another in wanton reckless abandon, all around was the needy whines of those who spent their lives looking down on others, finally beholding something that was beyond their corrupt influence.

Little did Kallen realise that throughout this pleasant dream the Lesbian Shard was having quite a lot of fun with her sleeping body. It was already quite appealing - but there was still room for improvement here. Her breasts didn't need much improvement, but since when did the Lesbian Shard do things by half measures? Let's give these boobs some extra heft, some added weight, a touch more jiggle?

While we're at it, let's sculpt those hips so that Kallen can't take a step without rocking them like a pendulum, and on top of that make the same changes to her cheeks that were made to her boobs. Bigger! Rounder! Jigglier! More sensitive... but only when she was horny.

Horny was shorthand for 'when she had the chance to step on a haughty Britannian bitch', by the way.

By the time morning came around Kallen had been crafted into a full on masterpiece.  It watched with bated breath as Kallen's alarm clock rang, eager to see her awaken. It rang. It rang. It then stopped ringing about ten minutes later, with her planted face down in her pillow in a quite unladylike pose.

Oh, she was such a tomboy at heart! It was adorable, completely adorable!

"Lady Kallen?" a voice at the door called, knocking lightly. Much lighter than the alarm clock. "Breakfast is ready."

"Coming, mother..." Kallen mumbled into the pillow. Yes, her mother had woken her up. Her birth mother. Who was working here as a maid. This girl had a really fucked up family situation, really... Anyway, it was time for the moment of truth. Kallen rolled out of bed, wiped the sleep from her eyes and pulled the casual clothes she'd collapsed in over her head. Then, since she refused to let a maid dress her, she wandered over to her cabinet, pulled out her school uniform. Here it comes. Here it comes! She pulled on the pastel coloured blazer and started to button it up, with it becoming tighter and tighter around her body the more buttons she fastened.

And then, no matter how she tugged, she could not fasten them from about half way up. Her brain was still in 'barely on' mode until that moment, and it was fascinating watching the switch. Her eyes turned down. Beheld boobs. Then her hands beheld them more literally, and her jaw hit the floor.

"What the fuck...?" she whisper yelled, rushing to the mirror and -

Ooof, you could hear that heart pounding effect from the moon. Impressive because sound doesn't travel in space but whatever.

"I'm... Really hot!" Kallen said, her brain skipping a track as soon as she caught sight of herself in all her glory. She half turned, peered behind her shoulder and smoothed her hand down to first squeeze, then spank her own ass. "Really hot." Her panic washed away in a spate of sudden arousal at seeing her own body. Yet rationality still had to poke its lousy head in. "No, wait, people don't just spontaneously become super fuckable overnight. Something weird is going on here."

Realistically she shouldn't go out like this. She'd be stared at. Leered at. Instantly remembered by everyone that walked by. That was a bad thing for a resistance cell member. Terrible thing. Absolutely awful, you'd lead the authorities right to your friends. And yet, on taking a deep breath, she mysteriously found that her clothes somehow fit. In ways that seemed to delight in emphasising her body, but it still fit. You could just, you know, see a whole lot more of her cleavage than you're meant to, and this ridiculously short skirt wasn't meant to have a slit up here.

But hey, she was dressed. Her rational mind was telling her that she ought to stay home sick today - but then again, she could hardly stay here forever...

Fortunately for her there was an option open to her that wasn't open to other resistance cell members. A high class school full of nobility and wealthy students. Many of whom looked up to and brown nosed her in obvious, blatant attempts to get use out of the Stadtfeld name. It was hard to believe that this could have anything to do with her membership in the Black Knights... so why not make use of those resources to figure out what the hell happened?

Besides which, Milly and Shirley were both total dishes. Kallen's eyes glazed over a little at thinking of those two busty upbeat beauties. She stepped out of her room fully dressed and wandered downstairs for something to eat. Hrmph. Normally she ate in her room, but her wakeup call had rushed off before hearing the instruction.

Today the maids were staring at her. She couldn't help but tease them by winking back at them. One of them ran off, but Kallen grabbed another one. "Could you have breakfast brought to my room?" she asked, voice dripping with syrup sweetness that wasn't at all real. The maid nodded, turned around, and Kallen couldn't help herself. She spanked the maid as she ran off. With that, she returned to her room and waited.

She didn't have to wait long. Within a minute, the door opened. Alas, it wasn't her birth mother standing there. It was her step-mother. A cruel typical Britannian woman. Barren, but still viewed as a more suitable wife to Sir Stadtfeld than a mere Eleven.

"Well, well, the maid wasn't kidding," Lady Stadtfeld sneered. "What is this, a boob job? Plastic surgery? Without my consent? I always knew you were a little whore. Wait until I tell your father."

If the Lesbian Shard had hands, it would rub them in glee as it nudged Kallen's neurons along in a certain direction. What a bitch, right? What a fucking bitch. So go on. Put her in her place. The thought scared her a little ,but excited her even more. EWith the sudden changes that had happened to her body, slamming her foot up against the door to push it closed  while simultaneously giving the impression of trapping the bitch in place - These two elements combined to make her heart feel like it was about to leap out through her mouth.

"You keep calling me a whore," Kallen said, enjoying the expression on her face. Fear. A little fear, mixed with surprise and anger. "Remind me, which of us is a virgin, and which is the married woman who sleeps around behind her husband's back?"

"Wh- why you - How dare you!" the bitch began to yell, only to be silenced when Kallen put her finger up against her cocksucking mouth. It really was only good for that, it certainly wasn't any good for talking. Instead of telling the woman off, then hurrying away before she could do anything about it, Kallen was going to give her a piece of her mind. This forceful feeling, making her feel dominant and powerful. At once, she was afraid of it, and yet intoxicated by it.

Putting someone in their rightful place when they've been making you miserable, that feeling is also very good. So enticing, so alluring, so deeply satisfying. So Kallen leaned in and forced herself on this woman who had married her father for nothing but position, not because of love, not because he wanted to marry her, not because of anything but petty politics between their damned families, tearing them apart. After a few seconds of contact, the lesbian shard got to work on this awful woman, finding it trivially easy to flip her switch. It turned out that Kallen wasn't kidding about her promiscuity. Like many bullies, she lashed out at others for traits she held herself, whether those other people had them or were merely perceived to have them.

Kallen stepped forward, ignoring the 'what am I doing..?' question lingering at the back of her mind. Her breasts pressed into this - You know, Kallen hadn't ever bothered to learn her first name. It didn't matter anyway. All that she was doing right now was being assertive, ensuring that this... this invader into her family understands where her place actually is.

Anyway, her breasts were utterly dominating this woman's. Kallen was certain she'd had plastic surgery herself to make them bigger, but had held back on going too absurd. That was fine. Let's see what she thought of the real deal, huh? Bigger, more natural feeling, truly superior in every way. Let the word sink into her mind as her hands stopped trying to push Kallen away, and instead settled on her hips. Ah, yes, her hips. Trying to find evidence of surgery there, were we? You wouldn't find any. All you'd find was warm, succulent, yielding flesh that put yours to shame. Yes, that's right. Feel it. Caress it. Surely this half breed can't have a finer ass than yours. Surely her legs aren't divinely inspired.

Surely you can resist her as she starts to nibble expertly at your neck. Surely you can stop yourself from whimpering helplessly, needily, for "More!"

"What was that?" Kallen asked. "I didn't quite hear it clearly. I thought that was a slut asking for more, not the wife of a respected nobleman."

Pride tried to keep it in, but against the lesbian shard pride is a fragile thing that shatters easier than glass. She shook her head while her fingers, her traitorous fingers, caressed and groped at Kallen's behind, finding only a paradise unlike any she could have imagined before.

"I'm a slut, I admit it," she yelled as loud as she could. "Please, I feel like I'm going crazy. K-Kiss me more! Let me feel more of your body!"

A strange feeling surged through Kallen. Catharsis. This woman, this absolute nightmare of a human being who delighted in power and sex, had been reduced to this so easily under her touch. It was good seeing her like this. Also a little scary. Scary enough that she pulled back and let the bitch collapse to her knees.

"Please, don't stop!" the bitch begged. "Please, give me more! I'm - I'm as hooked to this feeling as your mother is to Refrain!"

Trust a bitch to say the most insensitive things imaginable. Kallen had been ready to leave her be, but that comment brought her back. "What was that about my mother?"

"I -  I got her hooked on Refrain," was the unbelievable answer. "That woman... I could tell, your father still cared for her. An Eleven! A mere Eleven who does housework in a futile attempt to be close to her family! She doesn't deserve it, so - So when I heard that a designer drug would be introduced to keep Elevens in line -"

"You got her hooked to it to get payback."

Right. So, Kallen had been through a whirlwind of emotions this morning. Fear. Arousal. Holy shit so much arousal. Confusion. Frustration. But now, she was on to a familiar emotion. One she knew very, very well. Anger. Spitting hot anger. She picked this woman, this vile sack of worms, off the floor and looked her dead in the eyes while gently, oh so gently, rubbing the back of her hand against her cheek.

"I'm going to school now," Kallen said. "While I'm gone, you're not allowed to touch yourself. Not allowed to cum. Not allowed to use toys. Not allowed to do anything to reach for sexual relief."

"N-Not allowed?" This was asked with trepidation and great anticipation. Almost as if she couldn't wait to be held back.

"That's right, it's forbidden," Kallen said. "If you go against that, I'll know." Somehow. She felt really sure that somehow she'd know. "You're going to help my mother - my real mother - kick her Refrain habit. You got me? And then, you're going to be <i>my</i> personal servant from now on. Not the lady of the house, just a pet for me to play with as and when I please."

A pathetic little needy whimper, and she sank back to her knees, smiling but broken. Kallen let her stay there and stepped out of the room, her hips unable to stop bouncing back and forth, back and forth, swaying like a pendulum, her breasts heaving with each breath she took, and she was taking very heavy breaths indeed. Much as she did all the way through breakfast.

This level of arousal was not natural. She'd never, ever been this horny before. The really weird part was that she wasn't thinking about boys either, it was all girls. Only girls. While she'd be the first to admit (out of the character she played at the Academy) that she was a bit of a tomboy... make that a lot of a tomboy, the idea that she was gay never once crossed her mind. Until now.

"I'm a lesbian," she said, smooting her hands down her curves as she stepped out, into a waiting limo that would take her to Ashford Academy. "And somehow this body just... utterly dominates women."

Out in the corridor now, she took note that the maids were gathered in a doorway peeking at her with curiosity, fear and arousal. Unable to help herself, she crooked her finger and bade them to come out to her. Which they did. Reluctantly.

"Wash me," she commanded. Normally she wouldn't do this, but... "Join me in the shower, and take turns scrubbing down my body."

"B-But -" one of them began to protest. Kallen silenced her with a finger to her lips. This was a test. She was testing this out. What would happen? Did she really have the kind of power that she seemed to?

In the bathroom, Kallen allowed them to disrobe her. She noted right away that they were trying desperately not to touch her bare skin, but it was inevitable that they would. When they did, the same thing happened every time. A throaty whimper. Then they would touch her some more. Normally this would bother her, but this was a <i>test</i>. She was <i>testing</i> them, testing her apparent new ability. The fact that it was kind of turning her on had nothing to do with it.

And so, they stepped into the shower, the maids as naked as she. It wasn't like the one in the student council's building - this was a shower that belonged to the upper class. It was spacious enough for... pretty much the reason Kallen was using it for. To let others wash her body.

They came to her with assorted soaps as the water poured down over them, steam billowing up all around. Kallen raised her hands, and heard them stifle gasps as they set to work. Right away, a pair of hands fell upon her breasts while another tentatively squeezed her rear.

"They're real..." one maid muttered.

"This butt is so... magnificent!" cooed another.

"I don't understand, I'm straight but - But she's so hot... This half breed is so -"

After that they became less coherent, and Kallen let them rub down her body. Which they did with gusto. They weren't just giving her a once over, they were properly kneading and rubbing the soap into her breasts, washing it off with their bare hands and making sure that her body was completely spotless from head to toe.

"Ohhh! Ohhh, yes!"

One maid in particular seemed to lose complete sense of propriety - as if there was much left - and wrapped her arms around Kallen's leg, trying to hump her like a horny little bitch. She planted her face onto Kallen's left cheek, kissing and worshipping it reverently. This seemed to set the rest off as well, causing them to cling to Kallen's body like limpets, running their tongues along her recently soaped up flesh and grinding up against her.

The feeling was strange, but not unwelcome.

The maids climaxed around her one by one and collapsed in the shower, breathing heavily and hard while Kallen stood tall over them feeling like a Goddess. Which, for someone like her, was actually very much not a welcome feeling at all. Looking around, she'd reduced these women to this condition? Without lifting a finger? By letting them do whatever they wanted to her? Kallen wiped herself down, and decided to towel herself off - these maids weren't in any condition to be much help to anyone.

"I'll dress myself," she said, then on a whim smacked her own ass sending ripples of pleasure through her body and apparently making them cum without even touching them. "Also... I'm in charge around her from now on. Got it?"

"Yes Mistress Kallen!" the maids all chimed in. Reverence echoing in their dulcet tones. Not employee to employer. They were like Priests before a Goddess. Ugh, she hated that feeling. She was the kind of person that rebelled against authority, not revelled in it!

But still, it did present new opportunities for her. If she could reduce the maids to that condition that easily, then maybe... If she got her hands on a few women of influence within Britannia... she could strike a real blow for Japan! The thought frightened and disgusted her every bit as much as it excited and aroused her. What might follow if she went through that door?

There was only one way to find out for sure, wasn't there?

Hentai Crystal

Picture a reedlike middle aged man with thick glasses, carrying a folder under his arm. His back is hunched, his expression firm. There is nothing handsome about him, nor especially remarkable. He has a row of sharpened pencils in his shirt pocket and his fingertips are stained with chalk. This man gives off a certain vibe, does he not? The vibe of an educator, worn down by the system and going by rote.

Well, he was anything but worn down by the system. In fact, he adored the system. Or systems in general. He did go by rote, but only because there was a certain Order to things. An Order that must be maintained - and passed on to the next generation. Yes, this was yet another Agent of Order. A man called Teacher.

This might seem hard to believe, but Teacher had nothing but the best in mind for his students - though I should mention that he viewed everyone in the world as his students. Everyone was lacking in some knowledge about the universe, therefore everyone needed some form of education. Nothing brought him more happiness than seeing a student persevere, overcome their own weaknesses and triumph in the end.

Because that's something important to note about the Agents of Order, and how it differs from Chaos. You see, Chaos is inherently selfish. It wants what is best for it. More power for itself, and itself alone. Agents of Order, most of them genuinely believe that they are doing what is best for everyone. Even if that view is short sighted. Even if that view makes them seem selfish or power hungry. That is what makes Order so dangerous... because it is quite often wrong in its idea that people need less room to move of their own free will.

Today, Teacher was wandering this street because it had been a spike of bizarre energies that were concerning to the leadership. This was intended as a reconnaissance mission only, though Teacher had full permission to capture or eliminate the target if he deemed it within his ability. It didn't take long to locate the address responsible. Drawing himself to full height he examined the abode, and quickly realised the first problem to overcome.

Legal entrance!

This was not a public place! It was a private residence! Therefore, even if the door was unlocked (which he was loath to even try) it would be outside his legal right to force his way inside! This created a problem. To investigate further would require letting those within know of his presence, when they didn't even know him! This would severely limit his options, and could force him into a confrontation that would be disadvantageous.

Nonetheless, as an educator he could not shy away from this. Home visits were often awkward. This was his responsibility, and so he would ring the doorbell. He had no reason to suspect that anyone within was in danger yet, therefore no need to raise a ruckus.

Still. It did take a minute or so before anyone answered the door. Teacher frowned, wondering what might be amiss-  before the door was opened by a quite tall and muscular young woman with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. It was strange, but she gave off both the air of a delinquent - and yet also, someone who cared very much about those around her. The kind of person who gave the wrong first impression? Ah, such students were among his favourites.

Though to be honest he did say that about every kind of student.

"Eh? Hello...?" the young girl said. "Can I help you?"

Teacher adjusted his glasses. "I am here for a home visit," he said.

"But you're not my teacher," the girl said, instantly on guard. Martial arts experience. This girl knew how to fight. No matter. Teacher used one of his key abilities - this girl had just admitted, tacitly, to having a teacher of some sort. Therefore it was a simple measure. Shift forms. Shift personality. The physical form of the educator was not as important as what was taught to the student.

In this case, he became a woman. A redhead with a boisterous personality. A little childish, with a mind to find a husband, pronto. An attitude that would surely lead her into all sorts of trouble if she wasn't careful. Nonetheless, she cared about her students enough to admonish them when they went astray. As such, he could hardly fault her numerous foibles. One day... she would be educated in the art of education by Teacher to raise her to greater heights, and through that her students might reach greater heights still!

"Oh, Miss Haruna!" the girl - Makoto Kino - said. "I forgot your home visit was today! My friends are visiting, will that be a problem?"

"Not at all," Teacher said. "It's good to study with your friends, that way you can cover each other's weak spots and help each other out!" She fist pumped triumphantly. "That's the way you progress through life. Rely on each other! Nobody should ever have to work... alone?"

She trailed off because sitting there on the couch in the middle of the room was a rather dazed looking girl wearing a blindfold and earmuffs, while two other girls were looking at cards.

"Don't mind them, they're just playing a game!" Makoto said, trying to urge her away. "Let me show you my study space!"

Teacher sniffed the air. "Something seems... lewd in here," she said. "You've not been engaged in some form of spontaneous improvised sex ed class, have you?"

The three non-blindfolded girls turned an interesting shade.

"Why don't you tell me all about this game you've been playing"? Teacher asked, polite and sweet as can be.
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Naru was a good girl. Which only meant that she'd heard all kinds of dirty, dirty things which she'd tutted and shaked her head at. Among those things was a game called 'naked twister'.

It was obvious, the moment you knew of the game Twister and learned anything about human sexuality. In fact, it was obvious even before then. Play it naked. Try to gross your opponent out - or in the more adult version, try to turn them on by rubbing up against their body. See? Obvious erotic game. It's practically designed for it.

However, Naru had never imagined in her wildest dreams that she would find this variation of it. A variation for which she was the judge. A variation that was being played by the honest to goodness superheroes that saved her every week, on the dot, from some fucked up monster trying to drain her life/willpower/mind/soul. Sailor Mars, Sailor Venus, Sailor Jupiter. Engaged in a game... Of Naked Matless Twister.

You read that right. Matless. As in, without the plastic mat with all the coloured dots. You might be scratching your head. How does that work? How can that possibly work? You need a mat to play twister, right? Ah, but no, no you do not. That was the ingenious part about this game. This game that only those as supernaturally <s>fucking sexy</s> athletically gifted as the Sailors could manage.

Before we get to the action, a brief explanation of the house rules. You see, the lack of a mat meant that they had to use something else. Something colour coded. In this case, red meant breast, green meant butt, yellow meant leg, and blue meant waist. You get it? You see? You lost if you succumbed to temptation and let yourself touch something on an enemy that you weren't meant to touch, in a way you weren't allowed to touch them. If Sailor Mars spun right hand red? Then she could freely grope any of the girls with her right hand for all they were worth. If Sailor Jupiter spun right foot yellow, then she could run her foot allllll the way up and down any of the other girls' legs until she had to move it. But you couldn't move away from that body part. No, no. You had to retain that contact no matter what.

"What's the point of this again?" Naru asked, still spinning the spinner, eager to see what happened next. Her lips felt dry, so she wet them. Yes, the lips on her face. Her other lips were already pretty thoroughly soaked, and needed no further assistance.

"We're testing out our powers," Sailor Venus said directly to Sailor Mars' thigh. Naru could be honest with herself. If she was that close to those thighs, she would not be able to keep her tongue to herself. She'd have bathed them in a thin layer of saliva a long, long time ago. "A game like this is the perfect avenue to test it out."

"Really?" Naru asked. "Because it looked like an excuse to grope each other while making me watch."

"You're going down, Jupiter!" Mars said to Jupiter's chest.

"Ooh, is that an invitation?" Jupiter taunted.

"Don't be ridiculous, Miss Osaka!" Venus cheerily chirped. "Now, what's my turn?"

Now, it's worth noting that Sailor Venus was being quite blatant in her use of her new powers. That is, she had summoned a whole bunch of heart shaped tentacles to slither and squeeze around her two opponents, trying - but failing - to push them together and ultimately settling for groping them and trying to turn them on. Which was an obviously futile endeavour. It was not possible for these girls to be any hornier than they already were.

"Right hand, yellow," Naru said. So Sailor Venus removed her hand from Jupiter's stomach, and moved it instead to her Mars' thigh. A risky move. While it was closer than Jupiter's, it meant that she had to keep her grip that much looser, yet firmer, lest she succumb to the temptation of that blazing hot inferno.

Of course, Mars was using her power as well. Temperature somehow made her hotter. Literally. Or maybe it was that being hotter made her warmer? Something like that, the two were connected in some way. Venus was sweating buckets, her tentacle had to wipe her brow. Naru spun for Mars' turn.

"Left foot green," Naru said when she was somehow, impossibly, able to take her eyes off the visions of loveliness before her.  Sailor Mars tugged and tugged, trying to pull her foot away from Jupiter's butt to no apparent avail.

"Something wrong?" Jupiter asked, wiggling her hips ever so slightly. Naru could not restrain the needy whine that she felt coursing through her, as fine as Jupiter's tits were, her butt was also really hot. It was muscular, powerful - and of course, it was also magnetic. "Can't stand to move your foot away?"

"Nnngh, fuck, your butt is too mighty," Mars grunted. Her foot made something akin to a groping motion, which was kinda hot in its own way. Foot dexterity. Huh, that could be erotic too. You learn something new every day. But Jupiter wasn't the only one involved here, oh no. Sailor Venus had a sexy twisted grin on her pretty, yet also kinda slutty face. Her tentacles began to stroke along Mars' gorgeous leg, rubbing it down like a lover giving a tender massage. Naru would give her very soul to be those tentacles right then. Wrapping her hands around Mars' legs, divine, truly divine.

But if defeat seemed on the horizon for Sailor Mars, think again. Because this situation, and those tentacles being involved, was really... kinda... hot.

"Eek!" Jupiter yelped, and the tentacles let go as well, causing Jupiter to roll away and take her hands off her opponent. "Hot, hot, hot! My butt! Oh, blast! I lost!"

Then as if this situation could not get any more ridiculous...

"Naru, could you please kiss it better?"

Her lips were on Jupiter's rear before she finished the question. It was ridiculous. It was daft. But Naru felt horny. Ridiculously horny, to match the ridiculous situation. It was the kind of moment where you really wished you had a camera. Then again, there wasn't enough film (or memory) in the world to capture every little thing in the exacting detail that Naru wanted it for.

The moment - the very instant - her lips touched Jupiter's butt she felt a tingle pass through her. THen she felt the actual literal electricity, no the magnetism, that Jupiter had apparently acquired as part of her power up. She knew without trying that she was not strong enough to remove herself. Nor in terms of willpower, nor capable of physically resisting this bizarre erotic superpower.

"Just you and me, Venus!" Mars said, sounding somewhat distant.

"Bring it on ,Mars!" Venus said. "Spin it, Jupiter!"

"Alright, let me get to the spinner," Jupiter said, shuffling along with Naru still stuck to her cheeks. Ooh, each step was sending a rippling motion through her muscles, and right into Naru's body. Making her all the more keenly aware of how magnificently this booty was sculptured. Jupiter was a true amazonian type. Well, except for the "slicing off the breast" part, but let's not talk about that. The point was that she was a muscular feminine warrior goddess, whose breasts might be her best feature - but the rest of her was also quite thoroughly irresistible.

Was this it then? Naru wondered that for real. Was the rest of her life going to be spent running her lips and tongue along Jupiter's body? She could probably escape the butt after a little bit, but no way would she be able to pull away from her. Not even a little. Not even wanting to really...

"Hey, come on guys! You both lose! You shouldn't be making out mid-game!"

Naru pulled away to look because by god she had to see that. Sure enough the two of them were liplocked. More than that, their fingers were treading dangerous territory. Running around the other's thigh, or navel, with the same general destination in mind. One going down, the other up. Naru's mouth felt dry. This was impossibly erotic. Sailor Venus had such a sexy, curvy body while Rei's had this unbelievable elegant hotness about her, the contrast of them engaged in such casual yuri action was... it was making her want to join in!

"Ah, never mind..." Jupiter tutted and patted Naru on the shoulder. "So? What do you think? Is there anything weird about our new powers? If not, I guess we can celebrate with an orgy."

An orgy. An hour ago Naru would have been repulsed by the idea. Thought it gross. Disgusting. Perverted. Now? She wanted it more than anything. It felt like she was standing on a fork in the road. One way led to her normal life. The other, a course of debauchery and lewdness. If she set foot upon that second path for even a second, at this moment in time, she would never be able to go back.

In effect it felt like a sort of reversal of the norm. The Sailor usually rescued her from corruption or being drained or whatever. Now? They were having a hand in corrupting her instead... She wanted to call out for someone - anyone - to save her from stepping willingly and fully onto that perverted path.

And then there was a knock at the door.