Story: Kimagure Hentai Road

 

As a general rule of thumb, it was never a very wise idea to mess around with Madoka Ayukawa.

People made that mistake all the time, usually because she didn’t look like the kind of girl who’d make you regret it. She smiled easily when she felt like it. She leaned against lockers like she had nowhere better to be. She acted bored in class and half-asleep in the halls. If you didn’t know any better, you might think she didn’t take much of anything seriously.

You’d be wrong. Madoka didn’t take nonsense lightly. She just didn’t bother advertising it.

She was sharper than most people gave her credit for, quicker on her feet than anyone expected, and far more observant than she ever let on. She noticed things. She remembered them. And when someone crossed a line, she didn’t hesitate to remind them—politely, if possible, and very much not if necessary.

She was athletic, too, though she never showed off. Strong enough to hold her own. Confident enough that she rarely had to. And somehow, without trying, she managed to be charismatic in a way that made people orbit her without quite realizing why.

At this point, it would be easy to start sounding like a cheerleading squad. But the truth was simple: Madoka Ayukawa wasn’t someone you underestimated and walked away from feeling clever. She was someone you underestimated once. And then you learned better.

Kyosuke was learning that lesson right now. Hikaru had learned it some time ago, naturally enough - but it seemed as though she had to be taught it once again. The two of them were, at present, in Madoka's bedroom, on their knees, while she sat on the edge of her bed... dangling her left leg over her right, swinging it back and forth in a manner both of them found eminently distracting.

"Well?" Madoka asked, sounding a touch impatient.

Alright, so, Kyosuke didn't really get what was going on, exactly, with this new ability he'd developed but he had already discerned a rather crushing vulnerability to it. Namely, that it seemed to have a pretty big issue in defying a hot angry babe. Especially one of Madoka's calibre. Probably, part of the problem was that her smouldering glare was a huge turn on for him right now.

In other words, if something's turning him on already, he cannot manipulate it away from that. He kinda wanted Madoka to use that foot of hers to step on him. Which made him want to defy her more to make it happen, but -

"I don't really get it myself," Hikaru said. That was something else. He could make her feel good, and he knew that she could make him feel good too. Not in some passive obvious way, but more like, they each knew intuitively what the other would like at the drop of a hat. "Today, I just... felt really horny and knew how to work your engine like mad. I don't know why, but -"

"It's the same for me," Kyosuke admitted, not much liking how much of Madoka's attention Hikaru was getting from her confession. "It's almost like... a strange perverted superpower. The more I want to do lewd things, the more potent it gets."

"I see," Madoka said. She tilted her head while looking them over. "I don't think either of you are lying. That's kinda gross."

And then, to Kyosuke's amazement, she pulled off her top, revealing her bra underneath.

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This was so.. Interesting. The truth is, Madoka was bored. It's a big part of why she's a delinquent. She's bored, bored, bored. This guy had seemed kinda interesting and genuinely nice when she'd met him earlier. Then he'd said just the right things, at just the right time, and made her feel something she hadn't felt before.

Lust. Physical, intense desire for a member of the opposite sex. She'd been lusted after, that much was for sure. She knew she was pretty. She knew she was hot. She also knew that none of the boys that had been after her before were interesting.

Not like this one. Kyosuke. Her loins were aching for something she knew that she shouldn't just give up to someone she'd just met, but she wanted him so bad - 

So bad, that even realising that he'd used some sort of weird power to make her feel this way wasn't making the feeling go away. Actually, she felt kind of... okay with it. That was weird, right? That was super weird. But it made her feel so hot.

As for Hikaru... That was a bit weird. She'd never thought of her friend as a pervert, but when looking into her eyes right now, all she could see was desire. Not the desire to be like her, not the desire associated with admiration, but the physical, carnal desire of most of those boys.

Of late Hikaru had been quite protective of her. Forcing boys to back off if they got too close. Madoka had appreciated it at the time, but now she was wondering if there was more to it than there first seemed. Had her admiration become desire? Had her friendship turned into something else without her noticing?

Either way, she was looking between the two of them, curious about this power, angry at them both for using it on her, but also more turned on than she could imagine being.

"Teach me," she commanded. "If you can, I want to learn how to -"

Madoka squirmed. The mere act of asking for it seemed to awaken something inside her. Thump thump. Thump thump. Looking at them both, it was like she understood them better. Their likes. Their dislikes. Specifically, what they liked about her. What she could do to better emphasise those traits for both of them.

As a test, she tried it out. Leaned forward a bit to let Kyosuke get a better look at her breasts. Big shocker - the boy likes boobs. But she wasn't merely showing them off to him. She was doing so at the perfect level. The best posture to place the kind of emphasis that specifically appealed to him. Madoka felt wet as she noticed his own erection pitching. She wanted to see it. Wanted to see that example of a man right there in front of her.

It was as though the very act of turning him on was turning her on as well. Was that another facet of this power? The answer came to mind right away: Yes, it was. You're turning him on, as he's turning you on. That's the nature of the power. What's more, as he's turning you on, that is turning him on.

"I am so angry at you right now," Madoka whispered, leaning in for a kiss-  and then at the last possible moment, she pulled back. "So angry.. That we're going to have a week from now, but not one moment sooner."

Madoka leaned back, grabbed her top and put it back on. Then stared at the two of them with a fearsome gaze.

"No using this power on anyone until then, got it?" she admonished. "And don't use each other to get off either - I'll know. And then I'll delay you getting any of this -"

She spanked herself and felt a shudder pass through every cell of her being.

"For another week. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" both of the perverts in front of her replied immediately.

"Glad to hear it," Madoka sniffed. "Now, get out of here before I think of something worse."

They hurried out, but actually, Madoka wanted them to leave for another reason. She counted to ten, then stripped out of her clothes as fast as she could - and started to masturbate like she was doing it for her country.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" she groaned, her hands furiously working away. "Fuck, fuck both of you for making me so hot!"

Let the warning stand once again for those that need to hear it: Don't fuck with Madoka Ayukawa. Otherwise, there's a very real risk you're getting blueballed for a week.

On the plus side, you'd wind up in a steaming hot threesome by the end of that week - and it also gave the two fresh perverts a chance to perfect their brand new powers. Then again, the same could be said for Madoka herself...