Story: Ryu Alone

 

 
In class later on, Ataru had his head on the desk. he was pale as a sheet, not moving, barely breathing. Some might mistake him for a near dead corpse - but he was smiling such a smile. Oh, such a grin upon his wicked features. It was unsettling for most in the class to see him in this state, so worn down and lacking in energy. Nonetheless, it was also a relief for it meant that his usual antics would be assuaged on this day, at least, and so nobody asked any questions in case that somehow broke the spell and let him loose upon them all once again

The primary cause of that exhaustion was, of course, Ryuunosuke Fujinami who had egged him on and on and on to see what the limits were. She was sitting at the back, feet up on the table, hands behind her head and also smiling a genuinely contented smile. She was starting to get it. She was beginning to grasp the knack for it. In her head, the idea called 'femininity' was starting to fully form, to the point she could just about reach out and touch it. She hadn't really paid Ataru any mind - her attention had been totally and completely on Miss Sakura as he railed her into climactic relief.

One might be wondering what she was thinking of this whole situation. The fact that she had a harem of pretty girls plus one pervert at her beck and call. Want a little action, young miss? Snap your fingers, and you have it. Well, let's explore these thoughts for now during a calm moment.

To start with - relief. Sex kind of had that effect on people, you know? There's a reason bullfighters like to have sex before engaging in their wanton pointless slaughter, and that's because it calms the nerves. For a long time - in fact, her entire life - Ryuunosuke had been super stressed out. Who could blame her? That damned old man, interfering at every turn, never allowing her a moment of happiness... All that time spent trying to be girly, and now she had something better. She was a <i>woman</i>. Better still, she had plenty of role models to study, to figure out how women reacted. Study their responses, learn from them, adapt from them.

It didn't hurt that she was really, really enjoying the sex. In fact, she was learning a very important lesson. Possibly one of the most important she might ever learn. Just because you're bisexual, that doesn't make you less of a woman. Look at lum. Look at Shinobu. Ran. Miss Sakura. They were pretty girly, by her estimation. And yet, they seemed to enjoy it when she did stuff with them. Kissed them, fondled them, fucked them with her fingers. Hell, they seemed pretty into it when they did that with each other, too.

So, if they were into that, she could be too. No harm in it. No foul. It was a bit weird they were all taking directions from her, but she could learn to cope with that. Heh! You know what? She'd just decided! Since they were already enjoying themselves so much anyway, she oughta keep things going like this! Everyone involved seemed plenty happy with the situation, so why not keep it going a while longer? Hell, why not try inviting a couple of others into this thing too? Lum's pal Benten was super fun to hang out with, and she had a pretty amazing body too. Heh! Seeing someone that tough and girly would give Ryuunosuke a good idea of how to balance both, right?

Or, to put it another way - Ryuunosuke was becoming an oversexed pervert. Too much exposure, too quickly, having been denied it for so long had awakened something in her, a beast that needed feeding, a beast that she couldn't control even if she was aware of its existence. Without even meaning to, her father had been keeping that beast asleep through sheer and total assholery.

Speaking of her old man, a light flickered on her desk, and his hateful appearance graced the classroom.

"Old man..." Ryuunosuke snarled. The hologram merely looked through her.

<i>"Hey Ryu-chan, this is likely the last you'll hear from me for a while!"</i> her father said. <i>"I met this really cute alien that reminded me of your mother. We hit it off, and we're getting eloping."</i>

The entire classroom perked its ears up. Even Onsen-Mark was watching with keen interest after hearing something that strange. Only Ataru kept his head down, though he did at least turn to look in her general direction.

"You're eloping...?" Ryuunosuke asked, feeling quite giddy all of a sudden. "What the hell?!"

<i>"Sorry, my son, but I can't introduce you to your new mother right now we don't have the time. Her parents are, uh, not entirely thrilled with me running off with their daughter. Something about an arranged marriage...? Whatever, a civilisation this advanced shouldn't have those anyway! Hahaha! Anyway, I'll be hiding out for a good while so I'll see you again in, I don't know, maybe ten years?"</i>

"Ten years?!" the entire classroom exploded. Except Ataru. He merely muttered it while keeping his head on his desk. The hologram flickered away, and -

And she couldn't believe it. The bane of her existance had popped in to tell her something that unreasonable. He was getting married to some alien chick and going on the run! What the hell! Just like that, she'd never see her own father again?

"Hehehe..." Ryuunosuke cackled. "Hahahahha!" She put a foot on her desk and fist pumped the air. "Get lost, ya dumb old man! If I never see ya again -"

<i>"Oh, by the way boy, that school uniform suits you better than it should,"</i> the hologram said. <i>"You should give up that whole manly act and embrace crossdressing, you were really bad at playing the tough guy anyway."</i>

The projector was then defenestrated via rigorous application of Ryuunosuke's foot. Right. Well then. That was taken care of now! Ryunosuke dusted herself down, looked around the classroom, and then her eyes fixed upon a certain point.

"Oy, teacher! Moroboshi's obviously sick!" Ryuunosuke said, approaching his desk and hauling his lifeless body over her shoulder. "I'm gonna take him to the nurse's office."

"Wheee, Miss Sakura..." Ataru burbled.

"Now hold on one moment!" Shutaro Mendo yelled, slamming his hand onto his desk. "That cretin is obviously faking for sympathy, do not... fall... for..."

The gaze that Ryuunosuke was giving him was surely enough to whither a forest. At the very least, his protest died on his lips, and she continued without further interruption.

"Also, I'm taking the rest of the day off," she stepped forward, and gave an experimentally feminine step. "Gotta deal with a change in life circumstances for the long term, ya know? Not in any condition to continue classes today. Any objections?"

Normally, this is where Onsen-Mark would pipe up to say something, but even he was cast silent by Ryuunosuke's sheer confidence. Heh. Well, it wasn't like she was planning to visit the nurse's office anyway. She was dragging Ataru back to <i>her</i> shop and riding his dumb face for the rest of the afternoon. Can you think of a better way to assert her newfound total freedom and her femininity at the same time?

Didn't think so.