Story: Kissomatic

As it turns out, it's quite a difficult thing to do proper planning if you've become single mindedly obsessed with kissing, to the point it's practically an addiction. Motoko knew full well that what she was feeling was not natural, not in the slightest - yet here she was, locked arms with Setsuna. While the two of them were kindred spirits, after a fashion, it should be for their love of swords and not their love of smoochies that they should be sisters in arms.

It was a most fortunate turn of events, then, that the phone rang and that was enough to help her escape the kissy bliss that she had found herself in. Mostly. Setsuna had begun to nuzzle into her neck almost immediately, no beats skipped.

"H-Hinata dorms?" Motoko said, trying to resist moaning and only barely succeeding. Setsuna's freshly plump lips were truly divine and - Oh dear, looking around the others were all getting involved in their own little kiss orgy too.

<i>"Motoko? Is that you?"</i>

Naru! Motoko sat up now, fully paying attention.

"What's going on?" she demanded. "What's this about a new religious order? Devoted to deep, satisfying kisses that let you taste a glimpse of heaven?"

She had to stop to wipe drool from the corners of her mouth, which proved to be a mistake as she had wound up touching her lips, which sent her into a bit of a shame spiral that she had to drag herself out of. This might be the best chance to find out what the hell was going on, so they could look into it and properly deal with it. In fact, deep breath, what were they doing again...? Oh yes. Waiting for Ayaka and Setsuna's friends to swing by. Here's hoping they could keep their lips off them, lest they turn those girls into kiss happy maniacs as well!

<i>"Look, I'm as confused as you are!"</i> Naru huffed. <i>"I mean, Kietaro? Our landlord? Building a cult? What?! There are so many layers of nonsense behind that, I don't even know where to begin!"</i>

"Yes, well, you're apparently his second in command, if the news is anything to go by," Motoko said. "You were on television, clinging onto his arm and going on and on about how lips were the path to salvation." Which, the more she thought about it, <i>felt</i> like an absolute truth that could not be denied. Shaking her head, Motoko continued. "Where are you right now?"

<i>"I'm in my room. It's locked for now, but sooner or later someone's going to want to come in and - "</i> You could plainly hear her swallow. <i>"Kiss me."</i> She said the word like she was trying not to feel good just from saying it. A feeling that Motoko understood all too well. Her lips puckered reflexively, her tongue darted out, her eyes glazed over... It was all she could do to not turn around and resume kissing Setsuna right there on the couch.

"Make an excuse to leave," Motoko said. "They'll almost certainly accept it, given your position."

<i>"No, you don't understand!"</i> Naru said. <i>"There are lips everywhere! There's no way I'll get out before succumbing again. Or- Or I might run into Keitaro and... And..."</i>

A heavy silence followed, broken only by heavy breathing. Motoko furrowed her brow, her entire attention on what was about to be said.

<i>And then I'll suck his dick."</i>

Clang! Naru had said that in such an oddly breathy way. She'd never heard the girl talk like this before. All breathy and seductive, she was normally far too... what was the word? Angry? Annoyed? Frustrated by such things? Motoko understood that because she was the same way.

<i>"I'm pretty sure I sucked his dick."</i> Jealousy filled Motoko's heart, which began to beat faster and faster. <i>"I'm pretty sure I liked it. A lot. And I'm pretty sure we <b>fucked</b> and I liked that too... Ooooh, Motoko. I wanna fuck him again, I wanna suck his dick again, I wanna smooooooch him again and again and again!"</i>

That was a cry for help, but... But! "I want to f-fuck him too!" Motoko whined. Long buried feelings bubbled out to the surface. She had been attracted to him for a while. Developed a stupid, immature crush. This intense feeling, burning through her - it was far deeper than a stupid crush. The back of her hand flew to her mouth, and she started to make out with it, eyes completely blurred over as she imagined what it would be like. Being bent over a table, or on her back spreadeagle, or - Or sitting in his lap, their lips locked together while his dick penetrated her deeply, so, so deeply...

The phone slipped out of her hand as she dropped to the floor, sloppily making out with the back of her own hand. Luckily, Mutsumi was there to catch it. 

"Hi, Naru! I'm afraid Motoko is indisposed at the moment," Mutsumi said, turning briefly to peck Ayaka on the lips. "We have some friends coming along that we think might be able to help out. Have you seen Su's device anywhere?"

<i>"Huh? Oh yeah, I think I've seen it around here... I think they use it on new converts? Hey, Mutsumi, when this is all over do you wanna have, like, a threesome with Keitaro...?"</i>

"Ahaha, threesome might not be enough..." Mutsumi looked around at Motoko, Kitsune and Kanako. "Maybe, a sixsome? I wonder if that's a thing..."

<i>"I dunno, but it sounds super fucking hot, and I cannot wait to smooch your brains out. Oh gosh, what am I saying?! I'm not such a pervert, I'm not! I'm really not!"</i>

Mutsumi wasn't so sure of that, really. It seemed as though the inner desires of these girls were all being brought to the surface by Su's little gizmo. On the one hand, that seemed to be a good thing to her... On the other, it might be going a bit too far? In all honesty, she wasn't sure how she should be feeling about all of this. 

<i>"Kissy kissy kissy kiss..."</i> Naru suddenly started to say, making little kissy noises into the phone. <i>"My lips need smoochy smooch."</i>

Sweatdrop city! Mutsumi smiled to herself. "Now, now Naru. You need to calm down. I think your agitation is making you go a bit kiss happy."

<i>"Smoochy kiss, kiss! Kei-chan, your slutty little kiss wife needs a kissy kiss!"</i>

Ah, she ran off, dropping the phone behind her. That was unfortunate. It seemed that her lips overcame her. But that was fine, as it turned out, because... The doorbell rang at that moment. It seemed as though Setsuna's friends had arrived.

"Oh dear, this place is quite the mess..." Mutsumi tutted to herself. "I know I'm technically a guest here, but... Oh well. I'd better let them in anyway."