Story: JAV Kasumi

When you get right down to it, what is a plot in a porn work? Outside porn a plot is character development, themes, motifs, world development and so forth. In porn, all is subordinate to the sex.  The plot exists to justify the sex scene. See how many porn films end not with the plot being wrapped up but the sex scene ends.

Therefore, whatever plot is there is almost certainly a vehicle for a fetish. To tickle the part of the brain that finds a certain kind of thing appealing, whatever that might be. A type of character, a scenario, a career, whatever it might be it was all intended for that one purpose. Appeal to the fetish - or better still, as many fetishes as possible. That's the fundamental principle of capitalism, right? Appealing to a niche can make you some money, but appealing to a lot of niches at once can make you a <i>lot</i>.

Case in point, the script that Kasumi was reading. She didn’t know who had written it but she was suspecting Yuri was the screenwriter as well as director. Not that anyone really cared for the credits on a porn movie. They were typically pseudonyms of some description or another. Anyway, all of this seemed straight up her alley.

Early in the movie, Kasumi's character would visit a temple, and while there accidentally disturb a mysterious box, dislodging its seal. This would lead to her being possessed by an Oni that made her do wicked things.

That sounded familiar for some reason that Kasumi simply couldn't place, but never mind.

From that point she would move on to seducing women while wearing a mask. She would push her sister's buttons over and over again while feigning niceness.  Climaxing with her character's mother trying to set up a marriage and leading to the big BDSM incestuous lesbian scene.
 
It was a little eerie, but something about the way the sisters were informed of the arranged marriage was quite familiar. A postcard arriving, the mother summoning everyone to the dining room and then informing them of the decision, telling them that she didn't much mind which of them got married to this boy that none of them had ever met... all quite familiar.

In fact, looking into it a bit deeper... Kasumi's character had started to behave in a quite Nabiki-like manner after being possessed by the Oni. Sarcastic, pretending to be helpful while actually making things worse, doing things for the fun of it without much consideration for people's feelings, manipulating them out of money....

While the other sister character was almost like... almost like Akane. A nice girl, but easily swayed by her emotions. When she was happy, she was happy as could be. When she was angry, then you very well knew about it. She was the most opposed to the arranged marriage, which made it all that much easier for Kasumi's character to manipulate her. Guiding her thought process. Corrupting her. Unleashing her innermost desires. Not exactly brainwashing or hypnosis, more like guiding her along a path she might not normally take. A worm whispering in her ear, the devil on her shoulder, unleashing her hidden taboo desires.

All of which was playing havoc on Kasumi's imagination.

<i>"Hey sis, I know how we can prove Ranma is a pervert once and for all."</i>

No, no, that would be too obvious. Sitting on this couch, Kasumi squirmed a bit and took a deep breath before trying again.

<i>"That idiot's always calling you uncute, why not prove him wrong?"</i>

Again, too blunt. Though what if it worked...? No, no, it would be more interesting if it was a longer term project. Let's see. How might it go?

<i>It all began with Nabiki strolling into Akane's room while she was lifting weights. The older sister looks the younger up and down, admiring her girlish physique that belied her extraordinary strength. Nabiki was wearing her loose shirt that slid a little off the shoulder, and a snug pair of jean shorts, while Akane was wearing a regular blue blouse and smart yellow skirt.

"Hey sis, that was a hell of a screaming match with Ranma today,"

"That jerk just wouldn't listen," Akane said. For the purposes of the fantasy the reason for the fight didn't actually matter. However... "Always calling me uncute. Bah!"

Nabiki wet her lips and slunk her way into the room, her eyes briefly flashing yellow and a pair of horns barely, oh so barely poking out under her hair. She reached to the top of her head and pushed them down, hiding her true nature and sitting next to Akane.

"Yeah, I don't get it either," Nabiki shrugged. "I mean, all those boys at school throwing themselves at you all the time. Maybe if you - no, forget it."

"What?"

"I was just going to say, maybe you could show him how cute you could be, but - No, that would be you admitting you're interested in him, and you'd never have the guts for that."

Akane rolled her eyes at the suggestion, and Nabiki left it for there, patting her sister on the shoulder and then strutting out of the room seeming happy with herself. Because you see, the point of that exchange wasn't to bring her over immediately to the dark side, but rather to sow the seeds...

Yes, over the course of weeks - if not months - Nabiki would whisper in Akane's ear about how cute she actually was. Especially comparing her to the other girls in Ranma's life, playing upon her insecurity while also stepping into her physical space more readily.  They would start to bathe together. Dress together in the morning. Why, they might even start to sleep in the same bed under the pretense of a sisterly chat. All happening under everyone's nose.

And then, one day, quite without warning, Kasumi might find herself tied up in the training hall while everyone else was out. Akane and Nabiki might stroll into the room with black leather outfits, tapping whips into their open palms, while Kasumi groans into a gag stuck in her mouth.</i>

“Hello Maiko sweetie!” Nodoka’s voice made Kasumi nearly jump up in panic. "Enjoying the script, were we?"

"Ah! Yes, it's - It's very well written," Kasumi muttered.

“Not the first girl to have something awaken in you for this line of work.” Nod- no right she should be thinking her coworker as Yasu right now, “Have fun.” She patted Kasumi on the shoulder.

"U-Um!" Kasumi blurted out. "A few things here feel a bit... familiar. Is that normal?"

"Oh, the part about the arranged marriage?" No-Yasu asked. "Or is your relationship with your sisters a bit different from what I imagined?"

"Th-The arranged marriage," Kasumi said. "Also, that part about the Oni..."

"Right, of course. A martial artist's daughter would experience something like that..." Yasu looked around to make sure that nobody else could hear them. "Now, listen. Try not to see parallels between this and your work. If you create that association, it will do strange things to your libido. Trust me. A work and personal life balance is very, very important. Especially in this line of work."

There was a sense to that. If she started to associate thing she encountered with her everyday life, then she might wind up getting aroused at very strange times. Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. She didn't want that. She didn't want that at all! Kasumi nodded her understanding and rose to her feet. Time to get to work.