Story: Kimagure Hentai Road

 

It might seem a bit silly to say that "Madoka had a plan" when she was striding confidently into a room while wearing naught but a string bikini, but... Madoka had a plan. She was going to find Kyosuke. Then she was going to talk with him about the weird behaviour that was going on all day. Akane's seemingly random antics, the twins sneaking around and being weirdly flirty with the two perverts... And earlier on. During the photoshoot she and Hikaru had also been quite energetic. Playful. It was almost sort of... fun to show off.

Now that she thought about it, the fact that she was wearing a string bikini, for reasons she could only half remember that made perfect sense at the time, that was bothering her a bit as well. In fact, it was bothering her quite a bit. She really had to talk to Kyosuke. Now. It wasn't hard to find him, it wasn't as if this place was all that big. He was sitting in a room by himself, staring off into space, bleary eyed and smiling about something or other.

"Oh, Madoka!" he jumped to his feet. He seemed sheepish about something, but - never mind that. "Ah, that's quite the bikini you're wearing."

"Thank you," Madoka said, leaning back against the door, putting her arms above her head. "I know it's daring, but..." But she felt really good showing off her body like this. Especially to Kyosuke. How strange. It was like that phenomenon when you go into the kitchen to get something and totally forget what you were there for. Up until she caught sight of this boy, Madoka had been determined to discuss something with him, but when she tried to think of what it might be, all that came back was -

Flaunt it. Flaunt it. Flaunt it. On a repeating loop. Over and over. Pose for him. Pose like you would at a photoshoot. That must be why she was here, right? To ask his opinion on this bikini, which she was wearing because - Of reasons?

"How does it look?" she asked, turning to the side and curving her back a bit to place greater emphasis on her mostly exposed ass. Actually, from this angle he was probably able to see quite a lot of sideboob as well. The thought sent a strange thrill down her spine.

"You look super hot," Kyosuke confidently and assertively said. Hold on, loop that back. Kyosuke? Being confident and assertive? It was known to happen from time to time, but... But in a situation like this? That was actually kind of nice to see. It was the one thing she'd found kind of cute about him. Kyosuke was quite handsome. A genuinely good person who looked out for others in his own way. Tried to help and be supportive of others... His only 'cute' quality was that he was extremely indecisive. Noticeably so. It had made him less like 'my best friend's boyfriend' and more like - more like a pet, in a way?

That image of him was now gone. Flat out evaporated into the ether. Rather than a friend of a friend, or a pet, or even just a friend, Madoka was now seeing him as a man. Yes, just from that. That tiny little thing was enough to sway her heart. In truth, now that she was thinking about it Madoka had a crush on him. Had done for a while. The only reason she hadn't made a move was because Hikaru... It would break Hikaru's heart if she tried anything.

Which made her realise that she was, at present, wearing damn near nothing and standing in front of him while putting her hands on her knees, pouting up at him all sexy and seductive and alluring, while all but thrusting her boobs out at him. Normally Madoka was unshakable, unflappable, supremely confident in herself and her control over the situation. Right now though, that confidence had turned into a very dry mouth.

"It's not like you to say that sort of thing so easily," Madoka said, and her body almost moved on its own. Guided by some unseen force to lift up her left leg, plant it on this chair and then tug the back of her bikini up so that it wedged even more in between her cheeks. "Won't Hikaru get jealous that you're complimenting other women?"

"Not to worry," Kyosuke said. "Hikaru said it's fine, so long as it's you."

Oh! That was absolutely fine then. No need to feel guilty if Hikaru had given permission. That would let her get on with what she was actually here for, which was.

Um...

"So, what is the best part about this?" she asked, running her hand up along her ankle, all the way to her thigh and then back down. "You said that I look hot. Why is that?"

"Well, I'd have to say the total package is why," Kyosuke confidently said, nodding along as he looked her over, framing his fingers. "It's hard to pick just the one reason you're hot. Sexy is sexy, you know? It's not just limited to one part of the body or any particular area." He could have phrased that less confidently, or in a way that made it sound hesitant, like he didn't want to compliment one part of her over the other. However... No, she had to be sure. Was he filled with a renewed sense of confidence or not?

"If you had to pick, which is better? My legs or my breasts?" she asked, though there was this weird nagging voice chiming in now at the back of her head, telling her that she was way off track right now. "Go ahead. Tell me which is sexier?"

"Uh... I'd have to take a closer look at both of them to figure that out..." Kyosuke muttered to himself. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," Madoka replied. "There's a table and some lotion there. Why don't you rub down my body while you make up your mind."

She was going to test his decisiveness. Was that moment from before a fluke, or a sign of a change in his outlook? Normally, this is where he'd flake out. She would lie down on this table, asking him to massage her, asking him to assess whether he preferred her legs or boobs... And he would normally flake out.

When his hands actually gripped her calves, Madoka was so shocked that she gasped, then almost immediately started to moan and lie back down, doing absolutely nothing to stop him from rubbing down her body with that lotion. Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! Deep breaths, Madoka! Deep breaths! Calm yourself, calm yourself, even though this felt nice you really should -

Oh! That was it! She remembered now. She wasn't here to show off her body in this revealing bikini! She wasn't here to pose for Kyosuke, or to ask him what part of her body he was most aroused by! She was here to talk -

"Say, don't you feel like something weird is going on?" Madoka asked. "It feels as though everyone is behaving weirdly."

"Weirdly, huh?" Kyosuke asked, his hands firmly gripping her thighs, right below the curve of her butt. Madoka had to bite on her index finger to stop herself from making a quite embarrassing sound, or to stop herself from begging him to go just a little bit higher. "Yeah, I know what you mean. My sisters have been weirdly flighty since we got here. Like they're planning the biggest prank in history."

His hands went back down her legs, and Madoka felt her self control return, much to her relief.

"Those friends of yours as well," Madoka said. "It feels like every time I talk with them, I just want to go along with whatever they suggest."

Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh, his hands were going back up! Sliding up, slippery with lotion, firmly gripping her legs all the way up! Up! Up! To the curve of her butt yet again, but not quite touching it! The urge came back stronger than before. What was this - This feeling?!

"Yeah, and Akane's not usually the sort to get caught out in a prank like that so easily..." Kyosuke said. "Then there's you showing up in that bikini and striking poses for no good reason. I mean, it would be one thing if I had a camera -"

"Get a camera!" Madoka damn near hissed. Yes. She needed him to have a record of her. Wearing this. Posing for him. Her heart was going to burst from her chest if she didn't. "We need to do a photoshoot. A real one!"

"Ah, okay?" Kyosuke muttered to himself. "Hikaru's the only normal one out of the lot of us, far as I can tell. I mean, she was really flirty with me and told me she was okay with me hitting on you, but there's nothing weird about that."

He was right, of course. There was absolutely nothing weird about Hikaru saying something like that.

"Did you notice anything else?" Kyosuke asked.

"No, nothing," Madoka replied. "Only the all consuming urge to demand you to grope my bare cheeks to your heart's content."

The cheeks on her face turned beet red as she realised what she'd just said. Oh no, now she was trembling. What would he do now? What would he say?

"Turn over," he said. "I've got a good idea of how sexy your legs are, now I need to examine your breasts. So, any ideas on what could be causing this...?"

Madoka didn't have any idea. Then again, she wasn't really capable of having a lot of ideas about almost anything right now. 

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As someone with freaky esper powers, Akane was quite used to ideas like mind control and hypnosis and all that nonsense. How could she not be? Her own ability tricked a person into perceiving her as someone else. Of course she knew about it.

Even so, this was the first time she'd seen a non-esper utilise a hypnosis technique that might actually be effective. One that focused so intensely on the posterior, too! It was fascinating to study. Purely from an academic standpoint. From watching it, Akane felt like she was learning something interesting, truly fascinating, a glimpse into the Way of the Pervert. Every little shake, every little shimmer, every twitch of muscle on Hikaru's behind was radiating... something. It wasn't the Power like she thought, but something else.

"Tee hee!" Hikaru tittered away, and Akane could see it now. Hikaru was a pawn. She wasn't doing this entirely of her own will, but by the direction of someone else. "Kyosuke should already be okay with it, so why don't you go over to him right now and let him do whatever he wants to you?" Akane had the feeling that if Madoka were here, she'd do exactly what Hikaru asked. Without even thinking about it. Pom, pom, pom, her hips thrust back a few times, almost hitting Akane in the nose. Man, she really did have a nice ass didn't she? "I'll be along shortly to see how you're getting on."

"Sure thing Hikaru-chan!" Akane said, and her mind raced as she left the room. She gave an experimental shimmy to her hips, trying to mimic what she'd seen. It came easily to her. Like breathing. Hehehehe! She had a hypno-butt! How ridiculous was that? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous - just like all Esper powers were.

Well! If something was trying to make Hikaru do something pervy with Madoka and Kyosuke, then Akane could not let it stand! She was going to interfere in it, come hell or high water! Although... In what way should she do that?

There were a few options here. She could make Kyosuke look bad and then seduce Madoka that way. Or pretend to be Hikaru to sneak some makeout sessions with Madoka whenever and wherever. Or, she could simply hypnotise Madoka with her butt and reprogram her to be... what? Her lover? Her fuckslave?

"Urgh! I can't make up my mind!" Akane whined. "What do I do?! Those are all such great options! And even when I do choose, how should I go about it?!"

Of course, that's the great irony about this situation. Hikaru had made Kyosuke less wishy-washy, but in the process accidentally made Akane pick up the slack. Quite the role reversal, wouldn't you agree?