Story: Kimagure Hentai Road

 

 If he was being quite honest with himself Kyousuke was perfectly happy for Manami to punish Akane on his behalf. He was no good at deciding things like that. OR things like anything really. He was damned indecisive, and he really should do something about that. Maybe? Actually he wasn't sure about the best way to go about that. Hypnosis didn't work out so well for him, and he wasn't sure who else he could ask for advice -

Ah, never mind that! He should return to the key point that was bothering him! Ever since this trip started something had felt off. Everyone else had been acting really weird. That photoshoot, Akane's antics, the twins, that game they'd played when they got here... It all felt a bit off, and he couldn't put his finger on why.

Usually he could put it down to someone using the Power, but in what way? Were the twins trying something? Maybe trying to set him up with Madoka, or something like that? That wouldn't quite explain everything. An elaborate practical joke? If that was the case, then the culprit was probably those two perverts. Maybe he should try reading their minds to find out what they're doing? Well, using the Power that way had its own risks so maybe he shouldn't do that. Heck, maybe he was overreacting.

Ultimately, he settled back into his old habit of being indecisive. Maybe he should check what the others thought first? Such was the curse of being wishy-washy. The word 'maybe' crops up in your thoughts far more than is healthy.

"Guess who!" a pair of hands slipped over his eyes, and a husky voice whispered in his ear. Huh?

"Is that... Madoka?" he asked. It would be just like her to play a silly game like this with him. It was definitely a girl disguising her voice, but both Manami and Akane had left...

"No, silly! It's me!" Hikaru's voice chirped. She let go of his eyes and then tousled his hair. "You looked so deep in thought that I couldn't leave you alone."

By the time he turned around Hikaru had perched herself on the edge of a table, looking down at him with an odd gleam in her eyes. Weird. Probably not important. She streched out her arms, leaning back and tilting her head to and fro as if trying to flex the muscles in her neck. Well, anyway! She was a good person to bounce ideas off of, right?

"Say, Hikaru, has anything struck you as weird of late?" Kyousuke asked.

"What do you mean, senpai?" Hikaru asked. "Weird, how?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but everyone's behaviour feels a little - " While he answered Hikaru slid off the table, still twisting and stretching, then suddenly she put her hands to her thighs and slid her hands quickly down her legs until they were gripping her ankles, while keeping those legs straight the entire time.

In that instant, Kyosuke was struck by the realization that her shorts were quite, quite snug. Plastered to her body like a second skin. It wasn't as if he wanted to stare at her butt or anything, but with their relative positions he almost couldn't help but look. The soft outline, the apple-like shape, the very slight jiggle as she subtly shifted her weight...

All had the effect of making him completely forget what he was saying. Or thinking. Or doing. It was the same sort of experience as going into a room and forgetting why you went in there. Fortunately, Hikaru was on hand to help him out.

"What was that about Madoka?" she helpfully, cheerfully asked while drawing herself up to full height, and turning around to cutely look down at him. "Teehee, she's really pretty, right? I hope that I can be as cute as that one day!"

"I don't know, you're cute in your own way... " Kyosuke said. Gosh, that was a bit unlike him. Why had they been talking about Madoka again?

"Say, senpai, what's the thing you like the most about Madoka?" Hikari asked, leaning down to grab his hands. Her eyes were shining brightly while staring at him. "Huh? Come on, come on, you can tell me!"

This was... taking a kind of weird turn. She was meant to be his girlfriend, right? Asking about another woman was a little bit... off. "W-Well, I guess I like her straightforward personality," he said. "She's very, uh, tough as well. She's smart, she's -"

"She's wonderful, all around, isn't she?" Hikaru sighed, letting go of his hands and leaving him feeling like this conversation was going in a really weird unnatural way. Why was Hikaru going on about Madoka like this? While you could hardly find a bigger fan of her if you tried, there was something different about it today. But before he could ask her what this was all in aide of, she clasped her hands together, turned around and stared up at the ceiling. "She's soooo pretty, and so wonderful, and -"

And her butt was right in his face. Her shapely posterior, squirming from side to side. Flicking to and fro with precision and rhythm. Once again, Kyosuke found his thoughts... slipping away. His eyes grew blurry, his brain working sluggishly. Look at those cheeks, perched atop those legs. He really shouldn't be staring like this, but he also couldn't quite bring himself to look away...

"Madoka's hot, isn't she?" Hikaru asked, still swaying slightly in place. In fact, he could swear she was ever so slightly leaning forward as well. "Go ahead, senpai. Tell me how you really feel about Madoka."

"She's amazing..." Kyosuke burbled. "Love spending time with her, so fun, so pretty, can't take my eyes off her." Much like he couldn't take his eyes off Hikaru's butt. There was just... something about it. The way she was moving, the way it was shaped, the way those shorts ever so slightly rode up on her... "Adore Madoka."

Hikaru put her hands onto her hips and patted at the side of her butt as a way of reward. Like a dog earning a treat. Kyosuke sighed at the sight, and a goofy smile lit up his face. "Good boy!" Hikaru said. "The only reason you didn't break up with me, was because you didn't want to hurt my feelings. You wanted to give our relationship a chance."

"Yeah..."

"Teehee! I would've slapped you silly if I had figured that out yesterday, senpai. I never would have forgiven either of you." Indeed, in an alternative future that very thing would have happened. It would have almost permanently ruined the relationship Hikaru had with either of them. How else can a love triangle end, but for at least one of them to never spend time with the other two? Madoka and Kyosuke, happy together, while Hikaru is cut loose to find her own path?

That ending is too bittersweet, isn't it? Maybe Hikaru felt an echo of that future, maybe that's why tears started to stream down her face, maybe that's why she had to leave the room with her heart racing in her chest. Because maybe... maybe she could have her own happy end after all!

Leaving a thoroughly confused Kyosuke sitting in the room wondering what the hell that conversation was even supposed to be.

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The more she was wearing this dumb bikini, the more used to the idea she was getting. Madoka had to admit, it looked quite good on her, even if it did show off quite a bit more than she was used to. Still, she slunk out of her room with a little less confidence in herself than usual, with an odd thought in her mind.

"What will Kyosuke make of this?"

He'd probably try to look without looking like he's looking. The way that boys tend to. Of course, girls aren't stupid - they can see what's goign on there. They can track an eye line perfectly well, thank you very much. Although...

"Gah! I can't believe you've got me wearing this!"

That commotion did attract her curiosity a little. It was coming from the next room over, so she popped her head in and - To her great surprise - found Manami and Akane. With Akane wearing a very similar looking bikini to the one Madoka was wearing. The only difference was the color. Where Madoka's was white, Akane's was red. The same could be said for her face when she noticed Madoka poking her head in to check out what was going on.

"Punishment!" Manami chirped. "Kyosuke caught her trying to prank the boys, so he asked me to punish her!"

"By making her wear that?" Madoka quirked an eyebrow. For a second, a fleeting second, the fact that she was also wearing the 'punishment' bikini flitted across her head. On any other day it would have settled in, took bloom, and she'd have hurried back to change clothes - but for some reason today the thought was carried away by the wind. "It suits you well."

"S-Suits you better..." Akane muttered to herself. Oh dear, look at her fidgeting away. Madoka decided to make her feel better by putting her hands behind her head and pouting cutely. "Hehehe, you're a natural."

"If you're looking for my brother, he's in the next room over," Manami said, tugging on the back of Akane's bikini and snapping her back with it. That broke whatever spell was making Madoka pose like this, so she nodded and left the room with a furrowed brow.

That was... strange. She had this odd sense of unease building up inside her for a while now. Actually, she wanted to talk with Hikaru, but talking with Kyosuke sounded like a good idea too. Actually, she was kind of hoping to get a good idea of what he thought of this bikini from him. Did it look good on her? She really wanted to know, one way or the other.

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Needless to say, but Akane was fuming. Everything was going wrong. Apart from the part where Madoka was wearing the swimsuit, that was an A+ experience, almost worth everything by itself- but she was being stymied at every turn!

It was frustrating. Impossibly frustrating. At least Manami was leaving her alone now, apparently that Hatta guy wanted to have a quick chat about something. Barely gave Akane a second glance - which was a bit insulting to her feminine appeal - but, you know what, screw it. She wasn't giving up yet. She'd put those two perverts in their place!

The trick was choosing her target carefully... and she had just the person in mind. Madoka was too canny, her cousins knew about her power, and the less she interacted with those perverts the better. Which left dear, sweet Hikaru. An innocent girl, if quite rough around the edges.

She could hear the girl's voice coming from the next room over. Counting off to herself for whatever reason. Kukukuku, alone and oblivious, the perfect target for her to stir some things up. She used her power to make herself appear as Madoka before Hikaru's eyes, and considered her angle of approach. Should she make Kyosuke pay by setting up a fight between him and his 'girlfriend'? Or use her as a pawn in some other way? Deep breath now. She would know the second she set eyes upon her, how best to manipulate this girl. Her Power had evolved, obviously, but she wouldn't know what to do until she went inside and had a good look at Hikaru.

"One, two, three, four!" Hikaru counted off as Akane entered the room. "One, two, three, four!" Hikaru repeated yet again, and -

Akane stopped dead in her tracks. It turned out that Hikaru was engaged in yoga, wearing a leotard that was riding up her butt. As in, allll the way up her butt, even more than this slingshot bikini was riding up on Akane. Right now she was on all fours, kicking out her leg backwards, giving a prime view of her lower half that might as well have a magnifying glass in between the two of them.

"Oh, hi there Madoka!" Hikaru happily chirped, peering over her shoulder at her. "Don't mind me, just doing a spot of yoga."

"Yes, I can see that," Akane said. The hairs on the back of her neck were bristling. THat butt. For some reason, it felt like Hikaru was trying very, very hard to draw attention to her butt. It was a nice butt. Very nice. Very cute, probably felt nice when squeezing it. "What do you think of my bikini?"

"Super hot!" Hikaru said. Huh? Was that... lust? "Say, why don't we talk about Kyosuke for a bit?"

Akane's new instincts were screaming at her. Why, she could not say. She closed her eyes for a minute, but then opened them again to continue watching as Hikaru stretched out her body, now lying on her side and lifting her leg straight up and down in the air. It was, admittedly, very, very hot. But it also felt like Hikaru was trying to seduce her. Deliberately putting on a show - which, again, Akane's instincts were telling her would have left Madoka completely distracted if it had actually been used on her.

"I wanted to take our relationship to the next level," Hikaru said, and all of a sudden any sense of arousal Akane was feeling vanished, stone cold. Hikaru wanted to... with her dorky wishy-washy cousin...? "But Madoka, I'm so <i>nervous</I>. We haven't even kissed yet. Oh! What if I'm a dead fish, and don't even know it? I really want to do a good job of smooching him for our first time, but I have no idea what to do."

That wasn't the impression Akane was getting. The way she was moving, it was pretty clear she'd blow his socks off the second their lips touched. Her true motive was obvious - guide Madoka into 'practicing' with her. It was silly, it was daft... but it would also have absolutely worked. This technique was really powerful. Very booty focused. Give her five minutes alone with Madoka (or even Kyosuke for that matter) and their inner monolog would probably devolve into 'ass', 'butt' or some other synonym every second word.

"Oh, Hikaru, I'm sure you'll be - " Akane began, but then Hikaru switched positions again. She rose to her feet, crossed her ankles, and then bent all the way over. Butt butt butt butt butt. "What were we talking about again?"

"We were talking about how you feel about senpai," Hikaru said. "You know. My boyfriend. How <i>do</i> you feel about him?"

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. What was this? Was - Was Hikaru trying to set up a threesome relationship with Kyosuke in the middle of it? That was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard of! She had half a mind to storm off right here and try to warn him about this, right now!

On the other hand, these techniques that Hikaru was using put such tremendous emphasis on her butt... It felt like Akane was learning from it every time that Hikaru did something. Anything at all, really. Her newfound instincts, the evolution of her Power was evolving that little bit further. Maybe she could keep Hikaru entertained for just a little bit longer, and then seduce Madoka right out from under her nose! Hehehe, that would teach them! Why, she had half a mind to show off her butt to Hikaru as well while leaving the room to help herself practice the techniques! What could possibly go wrong with a plan like that?