Once upon a time there was a wishy-washy idiot named Kyōsuke Kasuga, who got himself caught in a love triangle between two friends. Madoka Ayukawa and Hikaru Hiyama. While his preference was for Madoka, it was Hikaru who confessed her feelings first. What a messy situation. If he went for what his heart desired, it would break the heart of Madoka's dearest friend. Drive a rift between them that might never heal - and besides which, he could never be sure about how Madoka herself felt about him.
Part of him wondered how he'd wound up in this situation, then. The three of them. Naked. Him on his back while Madoka enthusiastically rode his dick and Hikaru kissed her right on the mouth. Some might call this the best possible outcome. Madoka liked him. Really, really liked him... And Hikaru was okay with the three of them being in a relationship together.
Become a pervert.
That was the instructions she'd given him in the game. Embrace his inner lewdness. Become a pervert, who is okay with having this kind of relationship with two girls at the same time. It felt weird. He'd been raised in a society that, for good reason, did not look too well upon cheaters, or polyamorous relationships. As he'd discovered while dating Hikaru, a monogamous relationship is complicated enough. Adding in another was bound to cause it more complications. You'd have to share affection equally. Jealousy and envy could easily rise up, as one member of the polycule feels neglected by the others. His own preference for Madoka...
"Ohhh, Kyosuke~" Madoka moaned, pulling away from Hikaru's lips just long enough to make that sound. Her beauty once again left him completely floored. Perhaps because he was not used to seeing her in this state of undress.
Become a pervert.
The trouble was that he didn't know quite what that entailed. Staring at girl's bodies? Then he was pretty perverted already at the moment. Behave like those two 'friends' of his? His hands settled on Madoka's hips. Tracing up and down her feminine curves, drinking her in, basking in the experience. It felt almost unfair how hot she was, she could have any man she wanted, part of him wondered and not for the first time why she would be happy with him, why him, why him? They didn't' even know about the thing that made him stand out from other guys! The fact that he was an Esper!
Become a pervert.
Ah! But then he remembered. That time he'd hypnotised himself into becoming a total playboy! Maybe something like that? But he'd become a real asshole back then! Hitting on every girl he'd thought was cute. Which upset Madoka when they were out on a date, having a really good time, and then -
Become a pervert.
Kyosuke grabbed Madoka's breasts. They felt so right sitting in the palm of his hand like this! Ah! How could he fulfill Hikaru's request for the game while still going no further than these two! He wanted to make them both happy! He wanted to satisfy them both! These cute girls! These cute girls who already adored him!
Become a pervert!
But he didn't know how!
Become a pervert!
It was so insistent. So intense! It was even overwhelming this feeling, being intimate with the girl he liked! Even when Hikaru started to snuggle up to him, Kyosuke couldn't - He couldn't!
"Senpai~" she whispered in his ear, sounding like an alluring siren. "You deserve so, so many hot girls... And I'm gonna help you get them all!"
"Mmm, we have soooo much lost time to make up for!" Madoka moaned. "I love you! I - I love both of youuuuu!"
"I love both of you too!" Hikaru moaned.
Become a pervert. Become a pervert. Become a -
A sharp intake of breath. The pressure in his mind exploded. Kyosuke embraced them both, held them close to him, addicted to their warmth, enthralled by their softness. It was like a valve had been released. Happiness was within his reach, and all he had to do was reach out, and -
A red straw hat flew across his vision. On instinct, Kyosuke reached up to grab it. He blinked while staring at it. Hrm? He was... outside? On a familiar looking street at the top of a lot of stairs. But that didn't make sense. He was inside just now, wasn't he? Ooh, he couldn't quite remember clearly. For some reason his memory felt really hazy.
"Nice catch," Madoka said, standing opposite him wearing snug shorts with a high waist, a red shirt with a floral pattern that was tied into a knot, and a white shirt underneath. "Thank goodness. I thought it would wind up at the bottom of the stairs."
Some strange impulse filled him. He knew this girl's name was Madoka. He knew it like he knew his own name. What was more, it felt like he knew that body pretty well too. LIke it had been running in his dreams for years... Was it a side effect of his esper powers? Madoka really was cute - but she hadn't said her name yet. Luckily, he was pretty used to knowing stuff he shouldn't because of his powers - so he'd stay quiet for now about that.
"Hi there," he said while handing the hat back. Funny. He kinda figured he'd normally be a bit too caught off guard by her beauty to speak up. Let her dictate the course of the conversation. "I'm Kyosuke, nice to meet you."
"Madoka," she replied, taking the hat and placing it on her head. It suited her well. Then again, he had the feeling that almost anything would suit her well."Can you believe there are 99 steps here?"
Something seized his heart. He wanted to object. He'd just counted a straight one hundred - but contradicting a girl... Wait... She wouldn't mind that, would she? "Eh?" he tilted his head. "I counted one hundred - but then again, I guess it depends on how you count, right? Maybe I counted the top step and you didn't, or something like that?"
She giggled a litt,e nad it felt... strange. It felt like he'd completely bypassed an awkward conversation with her. He still had the initiative here. With this very, very pretty girl...
"I'm new to the area," he said, so casually and coly it surprised him. "Me, my dad and my twin sisters. None of us really know the area at all and I was having a look around. "Are you free to show me the sights...?"
"Hrm, you're a charmer, aren't you?" she asked. It felt like she was seeing right through him. "Did you have to flee the last place you lived becuase you broke some girl's heart?"
"Actually, never had a girlfriend before," Kyosuke admitted. Honesty. Yes. His instincts were telling him. Honesty was the best policy with this girl. No bullshit. No hesitation. "Oh, you've got a little dirt on your shorts there, let me get that for you."
Then, he reached down, and squeezed her butt. She jumped a little, but smiled and played with her strand of hair. Nice ass. "Thanks," she said, while he kept his hand there. "Hrm, I was going to meet up with a friend of mine, but... How about the two of us show you the sights?"
"Oh, no. I wouldn't want to be a third wheel," Kyosuke said. His fingers sank into her flesh even more, dancing around, while she gasped, and seemed to lose her balance for a moment there. "If you have plans already -"
"Nnnnrgh, nooo, I insist," Madoka said breathily. "I'm sure she would love, love <i>love</i> to meet a handsome boy like you~"
Is that so...? Well, he didn't want to get in the way of two friends meeting up. The last thing he wanted to be was a third wheel. Then again, if that friend was half as cute as Madoka, then she would absolutely be worth his time. He patted her on the butt and hung back to watch her walk on.
"Go ahead then, show me the sights," Kyosuke said. He put his hands behind his head and - Oof, she was showing him the sights already. Those shorts were doing her all sorts of favours. Weirdly, he had a sense that she'd noticed him looking, but didn't mind at all. Was this a side effect of the power...? Heh. Probably not. He'd not consciously done anything.
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What was wrong with her today? Normally, if she met up with some guy who thought he was hot shit, she would see right through him. Have a bit of fun at his expense. Lead him on, then embarrass him so he'd get the point, leave her alone.
Not this guy. This... Kyosuke was lighting up something inside her. She'd never felt so excited by a boy before. Despite that he was a fairly obvious playboy, despite that she wasn't even looking for a boyfriend right now, Madoka felt... Something.
Then he grabbed her ass. Normally she'd tell someone to grit their teeth, if they were lucky, but not in her case. In her case she wanted to whimper and beg for more.
Now, she was taking him along to meet up with Hikaru, and she had little illusion about what was going to happen when they met up. This guy... He was staring at her butt, rather blatantly and unashamedly, and -
Despite herself, Madoka found herself looking around. Nobody was here. Just the two of them. So she leaned down, sliding her hands down her legs, keeping those legs perfectly straight. She felt her shorts ride up on her, just a little bit, and then she looked back over her shoulder, staring up at him, nodding appreciatively at the sight of her butt.
"See something you like?" Madoka asked, then immediately stood up straight. Her head felt weird. All the blood rushed to it. Dizzy, giddy, her hips rolling in a provocative way, but it felt so good she couldn't dream of stopping. This guy was a total and complete pervert, no question of it.
The thing was... The word 'pervert' didn't seem as much of an insult now, as it might have done a few minutes ago.
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