Within her darkened throne room, the ominous and yet sensual figure of Queen Beryl stared into her crystal ball, gazing upon the failures of her minions with a carefully neutral expression. One might expect her to be annoyed. One might expect her to be frustrated. One might expect her to be conjuring sick, twisted punishments tailor made to ensure the maximum amount of suffering was inflicted upon those dumb, dumb, tentacle beasts.
Instead, her lips drew a thin contemplative line. Her brow was creased with thought, but not fury. Her eyes were intense, but with focus and not frustration.
"Interesting," she muttered to herself. "Very interesting indeed. Jedite, what is your view on this turn of events?"
Her attention turned towards the man in front of him. One of her four Generals. Standing there, in smart military trousers at attention - yet bereft of top, as he was methodically rubbing oil over his extremely manly pecs. The merest gaze from Beryl caused the tent within his trousers to strain against the fabric, and he had to put in quite visible effort to ensure that he did not show weakness by causing a damp spot to appear in front of his crotch.
But heaven help him if she, for example, adjusted the collar on her slinky black dress, or so much as licked her lips while staring at him. Nobody could have the willpower to resist climax under such conditions. Nobody in heaven, Earth, or hell.
"B-Based on the information you have given us, there are several possibilities," Jedite began. Beryl nodded. "Your attempt to manipulate the so called 'tentacle beast' and 'mindbreak' tropes failed because there was an outcome where the 'bad end' trope could be avoided while still causing something erotic to occur. Might I recommend constructing a scenario where the only possible way that something erotic can occur is one which results in a bad end? That would ensure we do not waste our precious energy - "
"Waste, you say?" Beryl tutted. "I was agreeing with your assessment up until that instant, Jedite. This was no waste, it was an investment towards greater power. A test through which we may push for a truly great goal - the ability to manipulate reality itself. To bend it to our whims! To gain what we rightfully deserve!"
Waste, he says. Hrmph! Beryl scoffs at the idea that this was a waste. Frankly, her priorities have shifted of late. Learning of her true nature, as a villain rather than a victim of circumstance, it had been quite eye opening. How she was seen by those beings who must look upon the eldritch abominations of their universe as those beings look upon mere mortals. She was not real. She was fictional. Well, her loins didn't feel fictional! Her feelings for Mamoru didn't feel unreal! She cursed those - those insensitive fools responsible for constructing her reality, forcing her to play this role, making her suffer against her will!
Fuck Metallia. Its power couldn't hope to compare to the power they'd need to defy the confines of their own reality. To gain that power, she'd need one thing and one thing alone - the Sailor Senshi as her own personal harem. Mindbroken, enslaved, entranced, bewitched and completely under her control. Yes, that was the ticket. Not only would that grant her a nice series of hot babes on tap whenever she wanted, not only would it grant her endless energy reserves, it would serve as her first step of defying her so called creators. Defy her what she wants, would they? Create her for the purpose of becoming a twisted, evil hag who only knows unrequited love and serves a great evil? Fuck them.
In fact... her crystal ball settled upon a certain section of street that was, at this very moment, being carefully studied by Kunzie. Yes, fuck them. That didn't seem like a half bad idea.
"I am hereby taking a vacation," Beryl announced. "Retrieve the girl, she'll be in charge while I'm gone."
"Ah?" Jedite grunted, caught off guard by her suddenly rising and, in so doing, letting him get a better look at how this dress clung to her magnificent body. "P-Pardon me for asking, your majesty, but to where are you vacationing?"
"Where else?" Beryl replied, as if explaining patiently to a young child. "I am going to the real world to ride a thousand dicks. I should be done in about a week. Maybe two." Well, okay, maybe she wouldn't have phrased it like that exactly if she was saying it to a young child, but you get the idea. "If Metalia wakes up from its endless slumber and acts like a bitch, put on some NTR hentai, and it should settle down. The more hardcore, the better."
That's right, look out world, here comes your brand new Queen. Oh! But she could hardly go out there dressed like this, could she? Beryl cackled to herself. Of course, of course. Show up as Queen Beryl, and start prowling for dick, and people would look at you funny.
That's why she went for the next most obvious option. Namely - She conjured a copy of Sailor Moon's very own costume, put that on (prompting Jedite to faint from cumming too hard in his pants from seeing her naked body), and only then did she venture out towards the real world.
Ah, it was about time she had a vacation anyway. Speaking from a purely technical level, she hadn't had one in several millennia. Unless you count the whole 'being asleep until your reincarnation accidentally wakes you up' part. Which she didn't. Do you know how hard it is to effectively nurse a grudge over countless reincarnations? Didn't think so! Now, let's get to the real world and start notching up some bedposts while cosplaying as Sailor Moon!
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"You know what I find kinda pathetic?" one man's girlfriend jokingly began. "How, in porn, all it takes is a drink to turn a girl bi. Straight as an arrow until she takes a shot, then she's willing to lick pussy like it was the fountain of youth. Totally unbelievable, huh?"
"Well yeah, it's supposed to be the viewer's fantasy," the man replied. "It's not meant to be real, it's meant to be casual wish fulfilment. Doesn't have to adhere to reality or even common -"
He trailed off as a vision of loveliness wandered on by. Bright red hair, like the most stunning part of a sunset. Pale skin. A slender physique. A white leotard with familiar adornments, a frilly blue skirt that seemed tailor made to emphasise her legs and ass. Strutting down the street like she owned the damned place, and from the way everyone was looking at her... she might very well.
Gorgeous. Stunning. Radiant. Entrancing. Her mere presence annihilated his willpower. Filled him with a deep abiding longing that would linger for the rest of his life. He stared after her like a lost puppy, idly aware that other men in the street were doing the same - And then remembered he was with his girlfriend.
Survival instincts kicked in. "Ah, sorry! I was, uh, admiring the cosplay."
Then he turned to notice that his girlfriend was staring at her with a look even more ravenous than his.
"I swear, I didn't have any alcohol today, at all," she promised. "God she's fucking hot. That's cosplay?"
He thinks it over for a moment. "Yeah, she's cosplaying as the time Queen Beryl decided to cosplay as Sailor Moon so she could seduce a thousand men. We never actually get to see her do that -"
"Spoilers! I'm not that far in yet!" his girlfriend complains. "So... Is that a common cosplay?"
"Yeah, among chicks in the fandom looking to get laid pronto! It's like putting out an advertisement - I am hard up and will settle for nerd penis."
Beryl noted that conversation with idle interest. So this was the real world, was it? The instant she arrived, her supernatural abilities completely ceased to function. She could tell because they weren't worshipping her on their hands and knees like a Goddess. On the other hand her supernaturally boosted sex appeal was still active, to an extent. It seemed that much had been able to carry over, letting her give an impression of being the hottest thing going.
Admittedly, this costume was helping quite a bit. It really was fetishy. She had no complaints on that matter, of course. Bared her legs, placed tremendous emphasis on her hips and posterior. The top was rather fetching as well, giving a potent faux innocent appeal.
Still, conquering this dimension without magic would be quite a lot trickier. She couldn't brainwash people, couldn't turn them into her drooling obedient servants with a single night of intense passion. Couldn't summon youma, couldn't drain energy, couldn't do much of anything required to conquer a planet.
That is, unless she raised an army of 'fictional' warriors, and brought them out here. An actual military force might be able to do it - but that would be so much less fun and much more risky. This didn't seem like a good approach for her to take. On the other hand...
The changes to her appearance, the conjured clothes - those things had remained. So what if other effects lingered on as well? For example, if she dragged some hapless fool back into her native reality and brainwashed them there, then let them loose back in this 'real world', would they still be brainwashed? This would create quite the fertile hunting ground. They could drain energy, recruit new soldiers, use this as a sort of spy network. Twist and shake their own reality to their will, while gaining influence in this whole new plane...
"Hey babe, you look like you're waiting for someone," said a rather handsome, buff young man who very much seemed the sort to think himself a player. "Someone like you shouldn't ever be left waiting."
"A little wait like this is nothing at all," Beryl said. What's a few minutes to hundreds, thousands of years? "If you're offering to take my time, then would you mind if we take a walk around town first? It'll help get me in the mood."
More like 'it will help me guide you into the depths of the trap I'm setting for you'. Sometimes you don't need magic to set your bait. A pretty face in a cute, slutty set of clothes, and a slamming hot body is all you really need. Hrmph! Let those tentacle youma keep those silly girls busy and preoccupied. Beryll was going to take a different approach to hit them from. She'd come at them sideways, a venue of attack they'd never see coming and never hope to stop.
Let the war of fiction vs truth commence!
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