Story: It's Fate

 

"What has my life become?"

Eito asked his reflection in the mirror that very question, and... nothing came back to him. Apparently, he was to be the central theme of a dating contest between three girls. His friend Chise, and two bullies who had decided to pick on him. No good options for victory there. Whoever he chose, the other two would make his life a total misery. It wasn't like he wanted to date any of them anyway. Especially with Koemi acting as the judge.

Urgh! Tough it out. Tough it out! The swim meet wouldn't be much longer, and then you'd have to kiss Koemi, and when you did she would apparently somehow win the whole thing. All he had to do was get through this, first.

The doorbell rang. His shoulders slumped. That was probably Koemi now. Or maybe Chise, or Saito, or Yoko. Quite a few cute girls he was going to have here today, huh? Not much else for it, he should get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.

He opened the door, and suddenly, without warning, found himself snuggled into a girl's chest.

"Hey, Eito!" said a very friendly voice. Oh! Was this... Yumako? "How's it hanging?" Then she, and another smaller girl - Who he recognised after a moment as Koken - stepped inside like it was no big deal. "So this is your place, huh? Nice, nice!"

"Uh, h-hey!" Eito said, waving to the two of them. Koken shyly waved back. Hiding a little behind Yumako, too. "S-Sorry about this, I'm expecting guests -"

There was another knock on his front door. Without thinking Eito threw it open and - Found himself being bonked on the head by a squeaky hammer.

"Order, order!" said Koemi, standing there in a black robe and powdered wig. Where did she get those from?! She batted them into the palm of her hand and strode inside. "Tonight, we begin our contest of champions! Which fair maiden shall triumph within this dating - Oh hello there! Judge Koemi did not see you there!"

There she was again, going off on one of her weird jokes.

"D-dating contest!" that was Koken. She scurried out from behind Yumako, then took the tiniest yet fastest steps in recorded human history right up to Koemi, stood right next to her, looked up (which was pretty remarkable because Koemi wasn't all that tall). "W-with Eito?"

"Yes?" Koemi replied. "Tonight, Eito must choose which fair maiden -"

Glom! All of a sudden a wild Koken had attached to his arm. Ah! Ah! Her b-breasts! They were quite large, weren't they? Stay calm, stay calm, stay - Bonk! Great, now Koemi was mad at him for blushing at Koken's close contact.

"Haha! I guess she wants in on this action!" Yumako scratched the back of her head. "Hey, you know what, it sounds like fun! How about I get in on that - "

"You!"

Oh, and here comes Yoko, diving across the living room to tackle Yumako to the floor. The two of them beginning to wrestle right there and then, while everyone else stared in abject, total confusion.

"I'll beat you this time, you oblivious temptress!" Yoko snarled.

"In yer dreams!" Yumako laughed back, pitching over using Yoko's own determination and strength against her, then slipping under and hooking her arm. "You wanna pin me, ya damn psycho?! Gonna have to try harder than that!"

"What is my life?" Eito lamented once again, little realising that fate itself was conspiring to make him really, really happy in the long term. No, really. This was all going to work out great for him in the end. Just not in the way he thinks it would.

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Chise Watanabe did not lose. She checked herself over again. Normally, she didn't go for the girly look. Today? Today was different. A tomboy inventor like herself typically eschewed things like miniskirts and blouses, in favour of more comfortable and practical attire. Not today. Not tonight, rather. Checking herself out in the mirror, she looked like the after image in some crummy beauty ad. Hot as she was confident, and this girl was confident enough that she was pretty sure she could weaponise it somehow. Give her an hour. She'd invent something that could do it.

"If you know what's good for you, Eito, you'd better pick me," Chise said to herself. "Just in case..." She patted her pocket. Yes, her pocket. Her blouse had one discreetly tucked away at breast level. Within was a little something she'd prepared as an emergency option. A little something she'd made based on her father's notes that she was absolutely certain would win her the contest in a moment's notice. If things looked like they were going badly, she'd use that and have herself an instant win button.

So why not use it right away? Guarantee her win? To prove a point, dammit! Chise was only holding onto this as a matter of pride for her brains over her beauty! Honest, now! She went out of her home with her head held high, determined beyond measure that she would absolutely floor that slut Saito in a contest, forcing Eito to pick her over - 

Over...

"Dear Einstein, Hawking and Newton, what am I doing?" Chise asked herself mid-stride. Tsundere mode activated. "A dating contest with Eito?! When I'm super paranoid about all those girls being all over him all of a sudden and him acting so weird? Have I lost my damn mind?!"

"No, you never had one to begin with, Miss Mad Scientist."

Talk about perfect timing. Along comes... a supermodel wearing Saito's face. Wearing a sparkly red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin and had a big slit up the side - "Oh, I see. Trying for the Jessica Rabbit look are we?" Chise quipped. Just like that all her concerns about Eito were banished wholesale, as her competitive spirit took the wheels once again. Although, much to her frustration, Chise had to admit that Saito had managed to move the needle on the Kinsey scale just a bit for her. Only a little, dammit! She was still straight, just... Goddamn those legs weren't even fair. "I think you'd need to remove a bit of your small intestine to perfect the look though."

"We'll see which of us is smug by the end of the night," Saito said. "I'll have your little pet eating out of my hands. He'll be begging to be my plaything instead of your lab rat. And remember - no tricks! None of your screwy inventions!"

"I won't need any of my inventions," Chise rolled her eyes. Nothing stopping her using one of her father's inventions though. "I know Eito way better than you, so I think you'll find that -"

"All boys want the same thing in the end, it's easy to manipulate them," Saito interrupted. Oooh, that bitch! "Come along now, we're here. Let's go in and settle this like ladies, no need for violence, no need for..."

"One! Two! Three!" cheered an extremely pretty girl sitting on Yoko's face. "Hah! Gotcha again! Face it, you're not at my level! I'll spank you any time, ya damn psycho!"

"Another round!" Yoko spat, staggering to her feet, but believe it or not this wasn't the sight that was captivating both competitors. That would be Eito himself, watching in stunned disbelief from the couch... while a busty shortstack sat on his lap, doing her level best to turn absolutely beetroot. All the while Koemi was occasionally bonking Eito on the back of the head while also watching slackjawed.

"That was the single most erotic thing I've ever seen," Koemi whispered to herself. The other two nodded along with that, as if in total agreement. "Those thighs, and the way she pinned her down using her breasts..."

"Ahem!" both Chise and Saito coughed quite loudly. Ah. now attention was finally on them, was it? How nice!

"Shall we get this thing started already?" Saito asked, shooting daggers at Yoko, who wilted for a moment only to raise her head confidently again. "Flip a coin, Watanabe. I'll go first if it's Heads. How does that -"

"Wait!" Koemi interrupted. "It's not just the two of you now! This date-off is a now a five way contest! Yumako, Koemi and Yoko will be joining you on this very special night as you go... on a date... With Eito."