Let us consider Ami Mizuno for a moment. This was a young girl who was, without question, a genius. Far beyond her peers in terms of intelligence, with a near flawless memory. A girl who enjoyed a quiet night in reading on any subject, who thrived upon mathematics. Some might say she was a nerd. Fair. She would take the term as a compliment. She worked and studied hard so that she could prepare for her future. As a scientist, or following in her mother's steps as a Doctor of medicine. Ah, but since she was preparing for the future what need had she for a boyfriend now?
Honestly, very little. Ami wasn't as hit by the love bug as her friends. If anything she had an allergic reaction to love letters - which is quite an absurd idea and likely psychosomatic rather than a real allergy. Nonetheless, she had little times for affairs of the heart. Little crushes might help one prepare for a future relationship further down the line, but in all honesty Ami had not met anyone that had run her bell, or tripped off her interest.
Today, that would change. It had been a fairly ordinary day, all truth told. Sitting in her room, running through mathematical problems for fun. Making an attempt at P = NP. Not quite getting anywhere with it, for there were problems beyond even her brilliant mind. But still, she was not trying to solve it for the prize or the fame, merely for the enjoyment. The only reason she would publish the answer (assuming she could discern one) would be to broaden the depths of human knowledge collectively, and -
The door buzzer went. When Ami checked who it was, Usagi's voice answered. Unusual to have a visit from her, but she did sound like she was worried about something or other, so Ami didn't put a second thought to it. It was either because she needed help studying, or something had come up that required their alternative identities. If she'd not used that tone Ami would have thought she'd only wanted to hang out, but that timbre in her voice did make it seem like -
"Hey Ami, there's something wrong with Mamo-chan."
Standing in the doorway was her friend Usagi, but Ami barely noticed her. She was latched onto Mamoru. Usagi's boyfriend and, based on what they could tell, future husband. Looking him up and down, Ami had to admit he had several powerfully alluring features that she'd never taken notice of before. A strong manly jawline, rippling biceps, pecs that practically forced his shirt to conform to them. An aura of confidence followed him around, lingering in the air, making Ami feel quite heady. Taking all this into consideration, Usagi's introductory statement was the wrongest thing that Ami had ever heard, and she'd once had the misfortune of listening to a creationist make a rather terrible attempt to explain (then 'debunk') the theory of evolution. A cursory glance could tell her that there was not one single thing wrong with Mamoru Chiba.
"Pardon me," Mamoru said, stepping forward and using his free hand to close Ami's mouth. "You'll catch flies like that, Ami-chan."
Just like that, Ami found herself in a position she'd never once been in before. A potent lustful spell had been cast over her. She watched Mamuro and Usagi enter her home, noted how closely Usagi was being held up against that lean powerful physique, beheld the hand very obviously squeezing that rump and felt nothing but envy, total and complete jealousy over what her friend was experiencing. The lustful attention of a total hunk! She wanted to be held like that. She yearned for the chance to touch him again. That brief moment where his index finger had touched her chin had been pure, undiluted bliss. Alas, the problem here was obvious. Mamoru was Usagi's boyfriend. It wouldn't be right for her to do anything at all there. It would be... wrong. Naughty, even. Putting aside the fact that Ami didn't have the faintest idea of how to go about seducing a boy in the first place, she really and truly should not make the attempt at all.
"C-Could you be more specific?" Ami asked, fully aware that she had been quiet a little too long, and remembering Usagi's statement well enough to bring the conversation forward. "I can't help you if I don't know what you mean."
"He's more assertive than normal," Usagi said. "He's got this... mmm... Almost unreal sex appeal all of a sudden. Men seem to be almost afraid of him, and every woman I've seen so far stares at him like he's a piece of meat."
Mamoru chuckled and kissed the top of Usagi's head. "Ami, if you could please put my adorable Usagi's mind at rest? I think she's worrying over nothing, but it pains me to see her like this. Please, run whatever tests you think are needed. I'll make it worth your time."
"Tests?" Ami frowned. "Well, that's a bit difficult. I don't know what I would be testing for."
"Don't be like that, Ami," Mamoru said, gently gripping her jaw and bringing her face up so that she couldn't avoid looking deep into his eyes. "You are brilliant. You know that, right? Your problem is, and always has been, confidence. Not the confidence to show that intelligence, but to interact with others and let them get to know the real you. The real, amazing you, who could have any man or woman she wanted in the blink of an eye."
Upon hearing those words, Ami felt... whoozy. Well, of course. From our perspective, that's only natural. A true alpha isn't just dominant, but also capable of leading by example. That's the entire point of it, right? In which case, it was inevitable that Ami's brilliant brain would start to work overtime on this issue.
"We'll need some samples," Ami began. "If there's something about Mamoru that's affecting the people around him, it could be pheromones." Ami turned to fetch the equipment, and right as she was going -
"Attagirl!" Mamoru said, and lightly patted her on the butt. Normally Ami would be put off by such an action, and blush from head to toe. Not today though. Today, she was strutting off with a more confident swagger than normal. Her magnificent mind torn between 'I see what Usagi means' and 'Can I think of a good reason to have him take off his clothes?'
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Oh dear, maybe bringing Mamoru here was a mistake. Whatever was going on with him, it had hit Ami like a wrecking ball. It was obvious. Hell, it was nigh on blatant. She'd never, not even once, seen Ami look at anyone the way she had been looking at Mamo-chan just now. Oooh, it was driving Usagi's jealousy up the wall! Especially when he'd grabbed her jaw like that and given her that pep talk! Her instincts were compelling her to be competitive, to cling to his sublime body even tighter than before. Let him touch her however he wanted! Not that she would have objected much before anyway.
But still! While Ami was out the room setting up whatever tests she was going to come up with, Usagi was busy sitting in Mamoru's lap letting him kiss her neck. Something to do to pass the time. Why not, right?
"Didn't you think Ami was acting - ahhhh - weird?" Usagi asked in between whimpers and moans. He was so good at this. Deep kisses around her neck. They'd leave marks, without a doubt, but it would be like a sign to anyone around that she belonged to him. "That's what I was meaning - ah! - before. She was all but drooling over you."
Alas, Mamoru shrugged it off. "Like I said, that girl needs to come out of her shell a bit more. To be quite honest, that's what I'm hoping for today. It's about time she started dating, that girl is the epitome of all work and no play."
"W-well, I mean..." Usagi couldn't quite gather up a counter argument to that. She'd long thought Ami would be a cute girlfriend for some lucky guy. However, the more that she thought about it the harder it was to actually set her up with anyone. Who would be to her taste? "Wh-Who should she be dating?"
"I don't know that yet," Mamoru said. "That's why, while she's running these silly little tests on me, we'll be testing <i>her</i>. To figure out her type.That way, we'll be able to help her find the right person for her."
Huh, put like that, it did seem reasonable. Or maybe her rational thinking process was being thrown off a little by his busy, powerful hands. No, don't get distracted, you are here to - To find out what's going on with Mamoru. Although helping Ami come out of her shell didn't seem like too bad an idea here... Ah? Then why not do both at the same time? Help Ami come out of her shell while investigating Mamoru?
"Alright, I'm ready for you now," Ami said. Oh, finally. Usagi turned around in Mamoru's lap, pushing her back into his chest, turning to greet Ami with her brightest smile - which faltered a little upon seeing what the normally shy and reserved genius was wearing. Namely... a labcoat and a pair of plastic gloves. That's it. In its entirety. Usagi could tell because Ami's coat was open just a little bit, and only barely went down to cover the curve of her butt. "Shall we begin the tests?"
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