Story: Negima C+S

 

If you could point to one thing about this entire mess that Asuna did not find ridiculous, it would be a real miracle. What she wanted - what she really wanted right now - was to get some time alone with Negi. Talk things out. Let him know what was going on. Trouble was, they were outnumbered. Badly. Any time she'd tried to get his attention, one of the other brainwashed members of their class would get in the way. Either they would get his attention, or they'd block Asuna in some way, or - Ooooh, it was beyond infuriating!

"So which of us is going to be the prisoner~?" Setsuna asked. "Hrmmm. I'll be your prisoner if you like, Konoka~"

"No, no, I'll be your prisoner~" Konoka teased right back. The two of them looked like they were about to lock lips right here in class, heedless of who saw them. Gah!

"I'll do it, then!" Asuna yelled, slamming her hands down upon the table with great fury and righteous anger. Her frustration mounting over, spilling out for all to see. "Urgh, could you cut that out for five minutes?!"

To her annoyance, Setsuna pulled out a stopwatch and set it going. Which, in turn, made Asuna's eye twitch so hard it almost pulled her out of her seat.

"Alright then~" Konoka said, smoothing down her skirt. "In that case, I'll be the good cop, and you can be the bad cop."

Oh, but Asuna did not like the sound of that. She did not like it at all. That sounded like a leadin to a whole lot of different kink play setups, and she did not care for it one little bit!

She did not... Oooh, she felt a bit funny there. Probably because of how annoyed the very idea made her. It made her so darned cross!

"I'll get the costumes - " Asuna began, but Setsuna grabbed her arm.

"Not at all," she said, with a false smile. "I'll get them. You stay here and entertain Konoka, would you?"

And then, she walked off, making her skirt swish and sway in a rather distracting manner. Definitely doing it on purpose, the pervert. Guh. Were they always so... so damned perverted? All the people around her, such nasty, nasty perverts!  Even sweet Konoka there, sitting serenely in her seat, staring up at her... it made Asuna shudder to think what nasty, deviant thoughts were swirling around in her brain even now. Surely the contrast would be... really weird, right? It would be such a weird contrast. No doubt about it.

She did not want to know. She did not want to know. She did. Not. Want. To. Know.

"You look like you want to ask me something~" Konoka chirped happily, cute and bright and innocent, while a moment later, pausing to check Asuna out - and apparently liking what she was seeing. "Go ahead. Ask your question. I will try to answer it in as erotically innocent a manner as possible."

"Don't you dare," Asuna warned, and then felt a spike of a headache. "Guh! Whatever, fine. So what's your plan?"

"I was thinking that you'd escape, and then we'd have to punish you~" Konoka chirped. 

"What kind of pu-" Asuna stopped herself at the last possible moment, finding her heart racing in her chest. No, no, calm down, idiot! Don't get excited! "That's not what I meant. I meant - what is your plan for the class?"

"Oh, the class?" Konoka said, fidgeting in her seat. "Mmm, it would be dirtier if you found out later, it would be hotter if you found out later, it would be sexier if you found out later..."

She was whispering that to herself like a mantra. Trying to convince herself, more than anything else. Is that so? Is that what she's up to right now... Trying to keep quiet, trying to control herself by manipulating her own thinking process, to ensure that she does the sexier thing?

In that case...

Asuna leaned down on the desk and started whispering herself. "I don't know, wouldn't it be kind sexy, gross and perverted if you were to tell me all about your plan?" Asuna asked. "I mean, talking about all that stuff out loud would be -"

She stopped for a moment, feeling slightly giddy. As if she'd just eaten too much chocolate at a single go. She'd felt kinda good about herself coming up with that one. Hah, this was clever! Turning their own system against them.

"I'm - I'm not - Oooh, you're right..." Konoka whispered, eyes darting around, biting on the edge of her thumb. "I mean, that would be so, so hot. Watching you flounder around without any idea of how to stop us. Knowing full well what we're doing, but being absolutely powerless to stop it..."

There we go, now she's really struggling against herself. Clearly, Konoka didn't know what she should be doing here. What was the dirtier approach? Which was more perverted? Which was the better way to proceed? She didn't know, she couldn't know, she couldn't even guess, could she now? That's it, that's right, squirm until you <i>break!</i> Let the weight of the system you've been using to corrupt the others crash down around your ears, and - 

Asuna hadn't noticed that her own breathing was hitched. That she, too, was squirming where she stood because of a sudden dampness between her legs. A happy feeling pervading her body that she'd mistaken for euphoria. Of course, we know better - but that is the benefit of dramatic irony, isn't it?

Alas, before Asuna could crack Konoka open, Setsuna returned, and dropped some clothes on their desks. It startled the lot of them out of it, but there you go. Of course, if she'd known what was happening just now, maybe she would have been compelled to stay back, stay out of it, and let Asuna break herself a little bit more, even as she learned more of what was going on.

But she had no way of knowing that. Do bear in mind, Asuna herself had thought of that little ploy all on her own. There was no way for Konoka or Setsuna to guess that this is what she might have tried - or the effect it was having on her body or mind.

"Here you go!" Setsuna said. "What do you think?"

Asuna held up what amounted to a pair of cutoff jean shorts, and by cutoff, what she meant was, she mistook it for bikini bottoms at first. It was only when she saw the dangling pockets that she realised what it actually was. Also, that top looked like it covered exactly two things. The second of these is all. Care to guess the first?

It's 'fuck', in case you were wondering. As in, 'fuck-all'.

"Why is this even on school..." Asuna started to ask, until she noticed Setsuna had a pair of scissors in her blouse pocket. Right, of course, it was home made, ready to order, so to speak.She shot the girl a death glare, knowing full well that it would pretty much just bounce right off her. Urgh. These two were impossible to deal with like this.

"Dibs on good cop!" Konoka chirped. "Would you like a shoulder rub, Asuna? You seem so tense~"

"Then I shall be the bad cop," Setsuna said, suddenly leaning into Asuna and giving her a death glare right back. "If you don't talk, I'll -"

"What, spank me?" Asuna asked, mockingly, sarcastically, flipping her butt up at Setsuna - and almost losing her balance in the process. Ooh, that felt <i>weird</i> for a second there.

"No, no, nothing like that~" Konoka said, while sliding her hands around Asuna's thighs, fingertips slipping under her skirt by the barest margin. "I wouldn't dare let Setsuna smack that bottom. That pleasantly shaped tsun-tsun bottom of yours~"

"I like to think I have a bit more creativity than that," Setsuna said, producing a pair of handcuffs.

"Ah, I see! You'll corrupt me by binding my hands above my head and tickling me under the arms, is that it?"

Now, Asuna was crossing her arms, tucking her hands underneath her breasts... but discomfort compelled her to adjust her posture, until she was tucking her arms underneath her breasts, giving them a little extra... heft, let's say.

She was oblivious to this, by the way. Totally oblivious. No idea at all that she was even doing it. No, really, she had no idea, I promise you. Asuna hadn't noticed - but she did feel kinda good about it, because she did notice the expressions on Konoka and Setsuna's faces.

"Hrm, that's better than what I was thinking!" Setsuna said.

"Are you sure you're not already a pervert?" Konoka asked. "After all, your mind does go to such wonderfully perverse places."

That particular statement was practically a sledgehammer to Asuna's 'tsun' button, and Konoka might as well have handed it to Setsuna to slam down, because she was ringing that bell something fierce. There might as well have been steam shooting right out of Asuna's ears, because the implication of that was so embarrassing that she didn't think she could stand it!

"Who are you calling a -" Asuna began, only for Setsuna to get into her personal space and put a finger to her lips, pinching Asuna's mouth shut with a flex of her little finger.

"Now, now, let's not disturbed the rest of the class!" Setsuna whispered, and only let go when Asuna visibly calmed down. "Alright then, here's your costume. Hope you're happy with it."

What was it, then? Huh! Actually, it seemed kinda... normal? A fairly normal set of greyish clothes. They seemed kinda loose fitting, as far as she could tell. A pair of baggy trousers with an adjustable tie, and a matching top that was every bit as flattering, which is to say, not at all.

Asuna stared at it. Stared at the police uniforms that the other two had. The distinction, the difference was... rather stark. A frown hit her at the same time as a strangely blinding headache, aand - Ah!

"What, do you want me to adjust your costume as well?" Setsuna asked. "I can certainly do that if you like?"

"N-No, this will be... Nnnnrgh!" Oooh, she had to lean against the desk, there! That was a doozy! Must not have had enough sleep last night, that's the trick. Mmf! She shook her head, shook it off, and glared at the other two, who were grinning up at her, doing a really lousy job of playing the innocent.

"Shall we go get changed into our costumes, then?" Setsuna asked.

"Yes, let's!" Konoka chirped. Setsuna offered her a hand, Konoka took it, then for a moment their fingers interlaced and their eyes locked and you didn't have to be a mind reader to tell they were thinking the dirtiest thoughts possible about the other one.

"Hey! Focus!" Asuna snapped her fingers. "Urgh, alright, whatever, let's go get some privacy and get changed already!"

To her annoyance, Negi was busy with another group, so she couldn't get near him... perfect, just perfect. Exactly what she needed right now. Ugh! With costume in hand, she stormed off to get changed, while trailing behind her, the lovey dovey perverts were very blatantly staring at the entire lower half of her body.

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"She's coming along nicely," Konoka whispered, eyes unable to figure out where to glue themselves. Her butt, her legs, her waist, all of it was a treat for the eyes - and thanks to the spell, the more she leered, the better she felt.

"Mmm, she's gonna be amazing in bed," Setsuna whispered back. "I almost envy whoever gets to tap that first! That is... if I didn't have you, I would."

"No, no, be jealous," Konoka said, tilting her head to get a better look. "Whew, that girl has an amazing rump! I've seen her in a state of undress before, you know. I know what we're gonna get out of this before we're through, and let me tell you - whew!"

The two of them giggled, which earned another smouldering look from Asuna. The poor thing was probably trying to be intimidating, but because of the effect the spell was having on her, all it was actually coming across as was 'I wanna fuck, but I don't want you to know I want to fuck, I want you to ask me if I wanna fuck, and I'll play coy and then say yes when you push a little harder'.

This is a very specific facial expression, and Asuna had unknowingly mastered it completely.

It was also a clear sign of how rapidly the girl was falling. The game was, in its way, coming to an end. Asuna had already lost, she didn't know it yet. All that was left was to play out the turns, and have fun in the aftermath, once she was broken in, corrupted, brainwashed and horny like the rest of them. An incurable, insatiable nymphomaniac tsundere, who would be so much fun to play around with.

Anyway, they found their assigned dressing room in no time flat. A classroom that was, at present, not being used. Asuna wandered over to the corner and started to undress -

Which was the cue for Konoka to start humming a brassy little jazz number with a particularly evocative title: The Stripper. Asuna turned beet red and glared at her. 

"Now Konoka, let's allow her to undress in peace," Setsuna said. "We are here to -"

With a dramatic flourish, Setsuna slammed her leg onto a chair. Then smoothed her hands up and down her legs while Asuna followed those hands with the same general obviousness as a person watching a tennis match, tracking the ball. Then she realised what she was doing, looked away, and just about fell over again.

"Alright, so the idea is, you're an escaped prisoner who got caught," Konoka said, while grinding her butt right up against Setsuna's crotch. She stepped away while unbuttoning her uniform top, rolling her shoulders under the sleeves to make the fabric bounce around, before bending down to put her butt up in the air, using her finger to trail the skirt up and up her leg - whereupon Setsuna gave her a light little spank.

"That is the general concept! Yes!" Asuna spat, trying to pretend like she hadn't been watching. How adorable. How impossibly cute! Of course, the two of them had to keep the show up while they undressed.

In particular, Konoka used her tongue to flick open the buttons on Setsuna's top, while Setsuna put her hands on top of her head and gyrated hers hips around and around, while nodding and swaying her head to a beat only she could hear. Afterwards, Konoka slipped behind her, put her hands on Setsuna's waist then slid her hands up her body, tugging that blouse up and up while Setsuna raised her arms into the air to help her slide them off.

"You really are way too wound up," Setsuna said. "You should take Miss Konoka's kind offer of a shoulder rub."

"I promise not to sneak a grope while doing it~" Konoka teased.

As if Asuna would believe that promise in the state of mind that she was in - but that was kind of the point, wasn't it? No, she would not believe it. How could she? But still, turning Konoka down like she wanted to was obviously causing her issues. She didn't want to turn it down. Not a chance. She wanted to take her up on that! Right now!

"Hrmph! Let's focus on the story!" Asuna said. She finished getting dressed while resolutely ignoring them, and in the process feeling obviously heavy amounts of pain. That's right, Asuna. You cannot fight it. Your defeat is all but written at this point, and all they need to do is wait you out.

Oh, but waiting it out wouldn't make them feel good, would it? Teasing her like this was, and that was the only real weakness of their position. Now, this writer does like to bring up zugzwang quite a bit, you may or may not have noticed, and this isn't an example of that... but it is an example of the compulsion to move even when it was not advantageous to their position. It's not that all moves available to them are bad, keep in mind. The simple truth of the matter is, any move that they can make specifically will lead towards them doing perverted things.

Like groping one another, or miming groping Asuna as she changed. Asuna was keeping her distance from them, though, even as doing so made her stumble and trip over herself. In time, she was wearing her baggy, ill fitting, much too large prison uniform, little realising that she was, after a fashion, a prisoner of fate. She'd made sure to keep herself looking unsexy. Tied her rope belt around herself and gone against every girlish instinct in her to cute it up a bit.

"Alright, you perverts," Asuna grumbled. She sniffed and reluctantly turned around. "I'll take the lead and buuuuuuuh..."

That was the only possible sensible reaction to seeing her two friends wearing those super snug cut-off jeans and the police uniform tops that had been cut up to show off basically everything. We're talking tummy, navel, hips, cleavage and a decent amount of clavicle area. That's the collarbone, if you're wondering.

"Oh no, prisoner!" Setsuna said, twirling around her handcuffs on her index finger. "I think you will find that we're the ones taking the lead from now on."

After all, if you think about it, this was a two on one situation here, and Asuna had walked right into it. Maybe the spell had influenced her thinking more than it had seemed? Or maybe its effects had been keeping her too busy to go against the idea? Either way, things were about to get quite hot in this makeshift prison of a disused classroom!