Let us consider Ryuunosuke Fujinami once again. A tormented young woman who sought nothing more than the recognition of her own biological sex, raised to behave and dress like a man by her twisted father. Those who first meet her often make the mistake far too readily, and even those who know her well can easily forget the truth about her. In terms of appearance, attitude, vernacular and body language everything about her screamed 'man, man, man'.
"Man, man, man, how did I live without this!"
None of those people could mistake her for a man right now, if they could see her. The one thing about her that was truly, absolutely and unmistakably feminine about her was her body. Of her peers, her breasts were easily the largest, which made it all the more tragic that she had to tie them down. While she had a muscular physique, it made her appear slim and slender rather than thick and bulky. They say that the clothes make the man, well in this case you could say that they completed the illusion that Ryuunosuke was one.
Right now, at this moment in time, she was astride her Ataru (#6) the very living image of a woman in the throes of passion. Wild, untamed, hair matted down with sweat, which also gave her skin a slick sheen. She seemed in total control over the situation, and on top of that was smiling ear to ear in a way that she never normally did.
Well, why wouldn't she be happy? She was riding a penis that was made to sexually satisfy her better than any other penis could ever manage. The right size and shape to fill her, veins in just the right spots to properly stimulate her most sensitive areas.
"I wish I could have seen it," 6 said, lazily tracing his hands across her curves. Well, it seemed lazy. Effortless even. However, it was specifically calculated to make her fully aware of herself and of her own body. "That moment you kissed Sakura just because it would be hot. The way you described it got me in the mood quickly enough, but seeing it would have shot me to the moon."
They were still in Sakura's place. The floor of her bedroom. The other two had already dressed and left, on the business of a priestess. As for them? Ryuunosuke was in no hurry to leave. She'd only just gotten her first taste of sex last night, and she was still hungry for more, more, more!
"Did you like it?" 6 asked. "I mean, I know you looked up to her as a role model, right? Kissing her on the lips like that, tasting another woman. Did you enjoy it? For its own sake, I mean. I already know that you would enjoy anything that you think I would like."
The importance of that last statement went right in and out of Ryuunosuke's ears. "Yeah!" she grunted, slamming a hand right into the middle of Ataru's chest to keep herself steady. "She's so fucking hot, the ideal woman, how could I not love that?!"
For the longest time Ryuunosuke had stared at women the way most straight men do. Desire in her gaze, longing in her heart, the womanly form completely enrapturing her. Except in her case, her vice was normally envy rather than lust. Normally. Now that she'd had her full sexual awakening by Ataru #6's hands (and penis) her understanding of those longing gazes reached a new level.
She didn't just want to be them. She wanted to be with them. Hah! The way those other girls would want to be with her at school, handing her flowers and chocolates and love notes and stuff, even though they knew she was a girl! None of them had been cute enough to get her attention, but she'd let them down easily all the same because there was no need to ruin a young girl's heart.
Her goals had changed. Her motivation shifted. "You make such a cute tomboy, you know?" #6 whispered. "So fucking hot. Do you feel like a woman right now?"
"Yeah, I fucking do!" Ryuunosuke said, and then somehow that penis seemed to reach even deeper inside her, enhancing that feeling of womanhood like nothing else had so far, leaving her back rigid, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth in a most unladylike manner. "Uuuuurggghhhh!"
That might not seem like an appropriate noise for a woman to make when she achieved climax, especially one as explosive as this. Her entire being was consumed by it, filled by it, all she could do was lie on the floor feeling content and - god help her - actually genuinely happy for once in her life.
How long had they been like this? Her head rolled over to look at the clock. Noon, huh? They'd started right after breakfast, and it was already noon. Her entire body had this warm glow spreading through it. So content, so... Happy.
"Come on babe, can't lie there all day," #6 said, tossing her clothes over. ""We gotta meet up with everyone else."
"Everyone else?" Ryuunosuke asked. She held up her trousers and scowled at them. Weird. She used to sort of resent not wearing skirts, but after trying it out trousers felt way more natural for her. "What do you mean everyone else?"
"Oh, the other Atarus, and their girls," #6 said, super casually and with a kinda cocky smirk. "You know. Lum, Shinobu, Ran, Benten, Oyuki and Sakura when she's done with her priestess stuff."
Ah right? Those chicks? Ryuunosuke thought about it. Put herself next to him. She was way less girly than any of them, hell even Benten was more girl than her... And that would normally kind of make her feel bad, make her feel like she had to try to emulate them. Weird. She didn't really feel that anymore. It was sorta like, why should she be ashamed of being rough around the edges?
"You're my chick," #6 said, kissing her on the cheek. "Ah, no need for the wraps, you can wear a bra, it's healthier for the girls. Not that they're unhealthy from my extensive checkup."
"Yeah, okay, I guess..." Ryuunosuke said. With #6's help, she put on a bra that must have belonged to Sakura. "Huh, fits..."
"Yeah, reworking your body was way harder than your mind..." #6 muttered to himself.
"What was that?" Ryu asked.
"What was what?" #6 immediately said. He offered his arm, and guided Ryuunosuke out arm in arm with him. And do you know, it was funny. Nobody mistook her for a boy the entire way, she could feel that they were seeing her and thinking 'girl'. Ah, surely this must be what heaven is like!
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Two things are going on with Sakura right now. One involving her body, the other her mind. For the sake of simplicity, let's put everything happening internally in italics as it was happening, as that will help keep the narrative chronology intact.
To begin with, she was conducting her regular duties. Tomobiki was lousy with spirits, likely due to Ataru Moroboshi residing in it. Today, she had been hired to deal with a ghost haunting a library.
"Oh, it's dreadful!" wailed the librarian, a mousy little thing that gave the impression she'd be really cute if she could cut loose a little bit. "It's sitting in the horror section sobbing while muttering about how the story ends! It's really quite rude and off putting. Miss Sakura, I dearly hope that tyou and your assistant can deal with this menace!"
<i>"So why have you applied for this position?" asked Sakura's heart to the first applicant.
"Well, I have some real aspirations. This Sakura has some potential, and I intend to help her reach it. Furthermore, becoming her brain would be an excellent advancement for my career prospects."
"I see, and what would your first decision be?" her genitals asked.
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"Don't you worry one little bit!" her assistant said. Ataru clapped his hands together with great enthusiasm. "We'll have that ghost run out of here in no time flat, right Miss Sakura?"
<i>"Well, to start with I would not allow this boy to lead us around by the end of his penis."
"Thank you for your time, we'll keep you on file for consideration," Sakura's heart said.</i>
"Yes, in no time at all," Miss Sakura chirped back.
"From the sounds of it, sounds like one of those... spirits of regret?" Ataru pondered. "You banish those by resolving whatever it is they regretted not doing in life, either by helping them reconcile their death, let them know someone else will finish it in their stead - or outright banishing them if they wanted something evil. Right? Something like that"?
"Very good, that is exactly right," Miss Sakura said. While the reasoning part of her brain was out to lunch, her memories and knowledge seemed to be functioning well enough.
<i>"So tell us about yourself?" Sakura's genitals asked. In front of them, the applicant was bouncing excitedly in her seat while chewing gum.
"Well, I just wanna fuck, like, all day long!"
"I like her, she's right up my alley!" Sakura's genitals whispered.
"Yes, but remember. He wants us to be confident in ourselves so it's hotter that we give in to his penis so very easily," her heart quickly added. "Which reminds me... Reward time!"</i>
"Ah!" Miss Sakura said, suddenly realising something. "Pardon me, my assistant and I need to set up."
The librarian waved off to a door off to the side of the room. "Yes, yes, of course Miss Sakura. There is a room over there where you may do whatever it is you need to. Just get rid of this ghost!"
Sakura very nearly skipped her way to the side room like a kid being told they were getting a visit to the candy store, followed by the toy store, followed by the petting zoo, followed by going back to the candy store again. The reason why was obvious the instant they were inside. She leaned against the wall, sturck out her butt and let him do whatever he wanted to her body, because at this point anything he did to her body felt so fucking goooood!
<i>"Where do you see yourself in five years?"
"On my back, surrounded by beautiful woman, being given a vigorous righteous dicking by that stud out there," the newest applicant said. "Of course, I'd make him earn it first. I won't make it all that hard for him, but I won't just open my legs for him on command. Even if he is... so fucking hot that just looking at him makes my legs weak..."
"You're hired!" both the heart and genitals said at the same time.</i>
Meanwhile, a certain ghost drifted through the walls, weeping to himself. "Boo hoo, all those stories have such sad endings, so many people die pointlessly and cruelly.. Can't someone just... get what they deserve in the end?"
And then, he drifted into a certain room, where he beheld Ataru Moroboshi railing Sakura up against a door. Gripping her hips with tenderness and strength while she bucked back into him as if trying to force his dick even deeper into herself.
Sakura had prayer beads wrapped around her wrists, binding them together behind his head, forcing her back right into his chest while leaving her unable to do anything to stop him from groping her breasts, caressing her waist or gripping her hips however he wanted. Not that she would have stopped him anyway.
"Wow sensei, you really are amazing," Ataru whispered into Sakura's ear. "Not only are you giving me a reward, you're also setting up for the exorcism as well!"
"Ah! Ah.... Ohhhh, you noticed did you?" Sakura asked. Her head tilted back a bit, and she kissed Ataru on the cheek. "And here was me thinking you'd say something like 'Gosh sensei, you were only supposed to suck my dick as a reward'."
A sly smirk fell upon Sakura's pretty face. It was as though, out of nowhere, she'd gained a tremendous amount of intelligence in the last few seconds, which was an easier thing to manage than it first seemed as she had initially appeared like a great rutting beast with nary a thought in her head but the man pounding her from behind.
"Clever, very clever," Ataru said. "Rewarding but testing at the same time. You deliberately put this purification salt over here like this, and the ofuda had seemed carelessly dropped but you actually arranged them in a pattern that would let us draw spirits in..."
"So clever!" Sakura yelped. "I hadn't even taught you about this arrangement yet. I was right to give you a better rewa~ard..."
The way she'd said that made it clear that it was as much a reward for herself as it was for him. The two of them seemed quite blissfully happy with each other, barely paying any attention to the world around them.
"Oh, well, actually that is pretty satisfying," the ghost said. "Ah, young love triumphs even in these darkest of times! I feel strangely content after seeing that, farewell cruel world..."
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