Story: Kimagure Hentai Road

For a long, long time Hatta and Komatsu were brimming with the wrong sort of confidence. You know the sort. That all they had to do was try, and things would simply work out for them. That a little bit of effort was all it would take to make the world obey their perverted whims. Well, it was turning out true for them now! That clumsy confidence had become laser focused. Was it because they could see and pluck the threads of fate, or was it because fate had decided to weave a tapestry to their design? What was the ultimate difference? The results were the same either way.

For the time being they were engaged in a two pronged attack. Their first target? Kyosuke. Get him nice and distracted, make their friend more assertive and confident in how to deal with his love triangle situation that he's able to actually fucking resolve it. Their second? Akane. Get that pain in the butt under their heel so she stops interfering in their fun!

In any event, the four of them were now filtering into the room. Akane with fire in her eyes though nervousness in her body language. While Hikaru was rolling her hips like she was strutting out to a pole, hands on her hips and the other two behind her watching in rapt fascination.

"Alright, the pair of you," Akane said, jabbing her finger accusingly at them. Her attention shifted between them perpetually. She glanced over at Hikaru, happily peering over her shoulders, by now standing still and apparently content to draw as much attention to her butt as possible. "I know you're up to something."

"Huh? Which of us is up to something?" Hatta innocently asked. "Me?"

"Or perhaps me?" Komatsu quickly added. The two of them stepped away. "By the way, love your bikini. Copying Madoka?"

"Can't really blame you," Hatta said. He circled around and liked what he was seeing. "But what exactly are you accusing us of?"

"I'm accusing you of... Uh..." Akane rubbed the side of her head. "No, not that... I mean, it's definitely the two of you up to something, but -" She fidgeted in place, dazed and confused. "Uh! Th-There's been a lot of strange things going on around here!"

"Okay, name the weirdest thing," Hatta quickly said. And just like that she was thrown off again. Hehehe! Isn't it terrible? Being so uncertain, being so wishy washy that you cannot answer a simple question like that.

"Have you seen anything weird going on?" Komatsu asked Hikaru, whose attention was on her future lovers. Her boyfriend, her best friend, marvelling over the perverted power emanating from her ass.

"Huh? Oh, not really?" Hikaru said, and then reached back to smack her own ass. "How about you, honeybun?" Now, she stepped back, grinding back into Kyosuke's crotch. On instinct, he clutched her closer to him. Arms around her waist. Grunting a little at the sudden pressure. "Have you seen anything weird today?"

"I..." Kyosuke began, then frowned. "Yes, actually. I have. Those bikinis Madoka and Akane are wearing are <i>extremely sexy</i>, and -"

"And you want me to wear one just like it?" Hikaru asked. "Well, lucky you, because -"

And then she stepped forward. Oh, that lucky, lucky boy! She peeled her shorts down, and lifted her top, revealing herself as wearing exactly the same kind of string bikini as the other two!

"H-Hikaru, you -" Madoka nervously swallowed. "How daring for you, I didn't think you'd wear something like that."

To which Hikaru turned around and pulled Madoka into a great big hug, where she smoothed her hands down Madoka's arms and brought her hands down onto her butt. "It's just because I wanna show off for my two favourite people in the whole wide world." Oh, but then she turned her attention to the other three in the room and scowled at them. "Not for the three of you! I better not catch you checking me out!"

"Perish the thought!" Hatta said.

"No, no, you're clearly spoken for," Komatsu twiddled his thumbs. Ah, what now? Indeed, what now? Well, as if on cue the door burst open, and in came the twins - also wearing string bikinis because at this point why not? More importantly (yes, more important than cute girls in flimsy swimwear) was what they were carrying!

Namely, a deck of cards!

"Let's play! King's game, truth or dare edition!" Kurumi cheered, running into the room and slamming the cards down on the table. "Hehehehe! This will be a lot of fun! I can't wait to make you all do something embarrassing!" she said while wearing an extremely revealing outfit with absolutely no apparent shame.

"The rules are simple," Manami said, much calmer in tone. "We take out the ace through eight of spades and shuffle them, then deal them out to each player. Whoever draws the Ace shall be the King - and can order any other number to do a truth or dare of their choosing."

"But you don't know who you're challenging before you lay it ou~ut!" Kurumi fist pumped the air. "That's what makes it so exciting! You get the dual hit of not knowing who you're asking to answer, or what their dare shall be! Bwahaaha! It'll be true chaos!"

"I... suppose that sounds like fun," Madoka said. "That's an interesting variation on the game."

All thoughts of discussion on the 'weird events' going on had evaporated into the ether. Just to make sure though, Komaru nuded Akane and asked "Would you rather play, or continue that conversation?"

"I guess I should... No, wait..." Akane trailed off, lost in thought. "I can't make up my mind. I guess I should, uh..."

"Then let's play!" Kyosuke said. On reflex, he pulled Hikaru and Madoka in, a girl on each arm. Lucky sod. "That seems like a fun way to pass some time, and then we can pick up where we left off!"

No comment on his sisters or what they were wearing. And no wonder. If the two perverts had those two clinging onto them, they'd soon forget about everything else as well! Well, anyway. It was time for their plan to go into action. Their plan, which involved the Esper twins fixing the cards in a prearranged order.

"Ah, I go first!" Hatta said. He gleefully revealed the Ace, and peered around the table at everyone else. "Let's see, let's see! As the King, I do decree - Truth or dare! Number five, confess who you have a crush on, or sit in three's lap!"

"Eh?!" Akane jumped. "Uh! Um... W-wait a minute, me?!" She solemnly revealed her number five. The indecision, the wishy washyness, was paralysing her decision making process. This normally confident girl was unsure of what to do. "Fine. Who is number five?"

"That would be me," Komatsu chuckled. He patted his own lap. Akane screwed up her face - but ultimately relented and moved to sit there. As they knew she would. "Ah, I guess you're staying there for the rest of the game, now. Unless another King orders you to move!"

Fat chance of that. The perverts were on the verge of total victory at this point. They had a plan. A hell of a plan, at that. Next round!

"I'm King!" Kurumi whooped. "Alright! Number 3! Tell us who you like, or do a hundred squats!"

"I'll do both!" Hikaru said, putting her hands on her head, rising to her feet and then proceeding to do squats right there and then. "I like Kyosuke and Madoka!" Perfect! Magnificent! Beyond their wildest expectations! By rising and falling like that, Hikaru was flaunting her ass right in front of their faces - and she knew it. She knew the effect she was having on both of them. "I like both of you, I like you both a lot!" Hikaru continued.

"Hold on a second here..." Akane muttered to herself. "Something is definitely - "

Too late. The cards were already shuffled and dealt. Now it was Komatsu's turn! He held up the Ace for Akane to see, and then said, right to her face, "Number 8, tell us your fetish or make out with me."

"Y-You jerk!" Akane yelled, but she leaned in anyway, drawn in by the power of the game. Hehehe! This was it, folks! This was the endgame! Soon, very soon, the flimsy swimsuits those girls were wearing would come off - and when they did, the next round of play would begin! And it would be a lot more intense than this one.