Story: Kimagure Hentai Road

 

So, who exactly is Hikaru Hiyama? We've discussed the ending of her story before. Heartbroken. Betrayed by the boy she liked, and her very best friend. The third wheel of the love triangle. It's a true, realistic tragedy in a goofball comedy about espers, secrets and wishy washy boys.

But what about the start of her story? Who was she then?

She’s a little loud when she’s excited, laughs with her whole face, drags her friend to the vending machines between classes for a fly cigarette. Her entire world is the wonderful, beautiful, intelligent and effortlessly charming Madoka, and she cannot imagine that ever changing... Which makes it all the more tragic when it does, first for the sake of a boy and then again when she realises her true role in between them.

Oh, but do forgive, that's the end of the story once again.

Her personality at that point is unfiltered and optimistic. She’s loyal, tactile, impulsive; she flirts because it’s fun, not because she’s playing a part in a triangle. She hasn’t yet been asked to choose between loyalty and love, or had to see herself from the outside as "the third wheel." She's fiery, she's protective, she wears her heart on her sleeve, and... That was the old world. The way things used to be.

Because in this world, in this telling of events, Hikaru woke up really fucking horny today.

"I need a dick," she muttered to herself while getting out of bed. "Or pussy." And when she thought of pussy, she thought of Madoka. Oh, sweet Madoka! That beautiful, perfect girl. Ah, but it was a strange thing. Today, she felt like... Like she understood things she didn't used to. A feeling that only got greater when she left her home and wandered out into the greater world, and saw...

A bunch of prudes hiding their true desires underneath a mask of civility. Guys who were pretending to have their attention fully on their girlfriends, catching sly looks at thighs or breasts or butts. Looking down at herself, she was in a set of clothes that were very, very 1980s - A denim jacket and jean shorts. 

God that's so 1980s. The whole series is, from top to bottom.

Anyway, Hikaru kinda felt like she could seduce basically any of them. Men or women. Give her a minute and they'd be eating out of her palm. It wasn't a great feeling to have - until she started to imagine Madoka. That thought made her feel good. Really, really, really absurdly good. Mmm~

She was due to meet up with her today. So Hikaru hurried along to their normal meeting spot, eager to catch up with her friend and test out this new awareness she had - oh! Maybe Madoka had it too?!

"There you are, Hikaru!"

Her head whipped around, lips turned up in the cutest, brightest smile you ever did see, and what did she see?

Madoka hanging off some guy, pretty average looking, who had his hand on her butt. Some guy who looked oddly familiar, and - And her heart skipped a beat. Looking at him. Studying his face. An image leaped unbidden to mind, of him in a basketball court, all by himself, grabbing a ball and casually, trivially, making it look impossibly easy dropping it in the basket from the half way mark.

If you knew as much about basketball as Hikaru did, and understood how fucking cool that was, and that he'd quite deliberately not done that during the game she'd just seen him play? Yeah, that was like a magic spell. He'd conjured up a key to her heart and strode right on inside like it was no big deal.

"So this is Kyosuke~" Madoka mewled. "He's a terrible flirt, but for some reason I'm having a lot of fun hanging around him."

"And you must be Hikaru!" Kyosuke said, smiling down at her. "Madoka's been telling me all about you. How about the two of you show me the sights?"

Oh, she'd show him the sights alright. Hikaru's hand reached out, grabbed Madoka's collar and pulled her into a deep deep smooch that left the two of them absolutely breathless. She turned her attention back to Kyosuke, and scowled at him. There was a single silent word in between the two of them right now: Mine.

"There, you got to see the best sight you're gonna see all day!" Hikaru chirped. She linked arms with Madoka and started to march her off.

"I dunno," Kyosuke replied. "The view from back here is something else."

An unexpected wave of arousal crashed over Hikaru from out of nowhere. Her instincts were saying - no, rather they were demanding - that she bend over to show off her butt. To her surprise, she was also doing exactly that. Slowly but surely bending over, and Madoka was doing much the same. It wasn't like either of them were dragging the other over or anything like that. It was more like... Somehow, the urge to present herself was simply overwhelming.

It also felt really, really good~

Though not as good as when his hand suddenly grabbed her butt! Oooooh! Wh-What was this~? Normally if some guy tried to touch her like this she'd break his arm, but in this case <i>go ahead do it it's fine if it's you</i> and he was touching Madoka in the same way <i>but that was also fine because it was Madoka~</i>.

"When Madoka mentioned she was meeting up with such a cute friend, I didn't think she'd be this cute!" Kyosuke said, and Hikaru was starting to feel really weird. She was already horny, but this made that seem positively fucking chaste by comparison. She'd had the chastity of a Nun when she'd woken up this morning compared to how she was feeling right fucking now! This guy... This guy was dangerous!

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This girl was dangerous, her ass was too nice. Kyosuke was having a hard time building coherent thinking from the moment he'd grabbed it, and started to babble out compliments one after the other. About how cute she was, what a fine piece of ass she was, how adorable her little moans and whimpers were, and after that he kinda lost track. She seemed to like it though - and so did Madoka.

The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him. Here he was, having met with two really cute girls, and they were letting him grope them. No complaints. They could both just... walk away. Instead they'd bent over, hands on their knees, and let him have what for, and he couldn't stop himself anymore.

Was this girl an esper too? Surely not. The chances of him running into another one were tiny, absurdly tiny, he only really knew of his own family being espers anyway, but - Who is to say there aren't others out there with supernatural powers as well?

In which case, what was her power? Having a butt so fine that he couldn't stop groping it...?

Mercifully, Madoka was the one to break the circuit when she suddenly reared up and tackled Kyosuke to the ground, hauling his hand away from that girl's butt, and then she was on top of him.

"Okay," Madoka said, breathless and slightly humping up against him. "What's going on here?"

"I don't know what you - "

She flicked him on the forehead and bit her lip.

"Your voice is like an echo across my nervous system," Madoka said. "It's like the tactile equivalent of listening to Chopin for the first time."

Hikaru crawled along behind Madoka and hugged her from behind.

"Wah, that guy's got some creepy superpower~" she wailed, but then Madoka grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto her back. All of a sudden, she had the two of them down. "Ooof!"

"And as for you!" Madoka said. "Up and kissing me like that! It felt far too good! I want answers, do you understand?! And then, we're going back to my place, and we're having a threesome. Any questions, before you answer mine?!"

"No ma'am!" the two perverts gulped nervously.

So yeah, a lesson to take to heart. Underestimate Madoka Ayukawa at your fucking peril.

...At least she'd promised them a threesome.