Story: Love Hina WP

For anyone that knew her, they'd know for a fact that Naomi Newman wasn't the sort of girl to back down from a challenge easily. She was a proud girl. An idol. She could have any man she wanted (and several women) at the snap of a finger. As if she would let some cyber-lookalike upstage her!

"Aw, what's the matter?" Tsunderbot pouted. Naomi narrowed her eyes. That was an annoyingly cute look, she'd have to practise that later on. "Are you giving up that easily? Hmph! How boring! I was expecting something more from the woman I was based on."

"N-Naomi, you don't have to play along with -"

She interrupted Keitaro by grabbing hold of his head and pulling it right into her bosom. "D-Dummy! Don't say that sort of thing in front of my new nemesis!" Naomi blushed.

"I'm your nemesis? It only goes to show how spoiled you are."

Ooh, that Tsunderebot! Had to comment on every little thing, constantly criticising and critiquing, never letting up for a moment! Guh! She'd show that slutty doppelganger what for! Naomi yanked Keitaro from his marshmallow heaven, tipped up his chin and then smooched him for all she was worth! Hah! Would a tsundere do this? No! They'd timidly press their lips against the guy that they liked, back off, blush and then deny ever liking it! Not Naomi. Not this girl! She was going in full throttle, slipping him some tongue and - What was with that smug yet bored look on Tsunderebot's face?

Then Keitaro started kissing her back, and it dawned on her that she was making out with the guy she liked. Eeh! Wh-What was she doing?! And in front of that slutty robot, too! Oh, this was so embarrassing!

"Dawning realisation of what you're doing, and who you're doing it with," Tsunderebot mused, idly inspecting her fingernails. "Tsundere, tsundere, tsundere..."

Oooh, damn her perfect hide! Naomi wasn't giving in that easily. What she should do is... relax. Slow down the intensity. Enjoy this feeling. Pretend the nuisance wasn't there at all. Ignore the hard thing poking into her thighs for the time being, concentrate on the fact that his tongue was in her mouth. Right. So... His tongue was in her mouth. That was weird. Not unpleasant, but different. The hard thing was poking into her thigh more insistently even though it was still covered with - Don't think about that,  don't think about that, don't think about that! One step at a time. Focus on the kiss, don't think about the s-sex that the two of them would be having -

"Ugh, give me a break! All you're doing is kissing, and it's far too sloppy!" Tsunderebot interrupted. "Look, you idiots. <i>This</i> is how you make out with someone."

There was a very damp sounding plop right after that when Tsunderebot pulled the two of them apart out of nowhere. Naomi's mind worked a bit quicker than she would have expected under the circumstances, and she protested immediately: "If you think I'm going to sit her and watch you kiss my man you've got another thing coming!"

"Ugh, who said I wanted to kiss that dork?" Tsunderebot grimaced. She had her hands on Naomi's shoulders, keeping her pinned down in a seated position. The stripperbot elegantly swung her body around so that her immaculate butt was pressed right into Keitaro's face. "Look, I'm not into girls but seeing someone with my face giving tsundere's a bad name... I simply have no choice but to teach you a lesson, so here goes!"

Eh? Eh? <b>Eh?!</b> W-wait, she couldn't mean - but she did! This slutty stripperbot version of herself was -she was leaning in to kiss Naomi! The pop idol blushed at the idea, and tried to push away. But all her hands hit were boobs. Big squishy boobs.

"You like those?" Tsunderebot asked.

"N-no!" Naomi groped them.

"Tsk. Tsundere-wannabe to the last."

There was no escape. Those sweet tsundere lips pressed against hers and set to work on making her re-evaluate her own sexuality. It was certainly a different kind of experience than she'd just had with Keitaro. He felt like he was simply going with the flow, returning as much passion as he received. No more, no less. Enjoying it but trying very hard not to overstep his boundaries. In retrospect it was wonderful and she couldn't wait to do it again, maybe even go further, but for now she had to deal with the fact that Tsunderebot <i>really</i> knew her way around a pair of lips.

It was so strange. There would be moments of fierceness, then she'd back off in a way that inevitably drew Naomi forward. At first she'd heat things up, then cool it down and force Naomi to bring the heat. The switch between them was so smooth, so subtle that Naomi only ever noticed it after the fact.

Before she even knew it her own traitorous hands had gone under the tiny skirt the slutty Stripperbot was strutting around in. It felt like a compulsion being drilled into her mind. She had to get this bitch off. Her fingers slipped inside easily enough, but Tsunderebot was playing the same game there as she was with her kisses. Tease. Pull away. Make you chase, then pounce back without warning. Her muscular control was out of this world too, inviting and comforting at times, then somehow feeling like she needed to be the one to put in the work.

She was, in essence, being trained by this tsundere's technique into applying the heat, the passion herself, ramping up her enjoyment. Her arousal.

Her defeat.

She flipped Tsunderebot onto the floor  and pulled out of the kiss, pinning her down on the floor. "Oh no you don't," she growled at her very own mirror image. "I get it now. It's not Keitaro you're being tsundere to. It's me. You were trying to seduce me this entire time."

A powerful and sexy pair of legs scissored her hips. "Don't we have a high opinion of ourselves?" Tsunderebot haughtily sniffed. "Still, I'll play to your delusions if that's what it takes to beat you."

Ooh, this was so weird! At some point or other Naomi's hands had wandered down to Tsunderebot's breasts again, though this time one of her hands had soaking wet and sticky fingers. Those tits were so... Perfect, flawlessly round and soft and yielding. It was jealousy. She was openly groping this lookalike because she was - she was jealous! It definitely wasn't because she was attracted to this lookalike, that would be extremely narcissistic... Even if the only physical attributes they actually directly shared were their face and voice.

"Enjoying the show?" Tsunderebot called. "You perverted voyeur, I'll be with you in a moment to teach you a lesson!"

Naomi's groping turned into a hard, hard squeeze of the magnificent mammaries resting in her palms. "You leave Keitaro alone - Oooh! Ah! M-My breasts!"

"I'm only repaying the favour," Tsunderebot said. There was a tinge of red to her cheeks now. Oh, Naomi didn't believe it for a second. That perfect precision, knowing just where to push and how hard! She wouldn't be doing that unless she was enjoying it so much! "It's not my fault if you're so slutty you'll enjoy being groped in front of the guy you like so much."

Blast her! Why did it have to feel so good? For a fleeting moment Naomi felt a sense of absolute defeat. She'd been marching to her enemy's tune the entire time, allowing them to take complete control. She looked over her shoulder at Keitaro, her one chance at rescue. He was staring at them like a horny scared rabbit, the bulge in his trousers starting to look less scary to Naomi and more like a wrapped up birthday present. He moved forward to help, but Naomi shook her head. Damn her pride! But she would sort this out herself come hell or high water! If only she could figure out the tsundere's weak spot, but everything she could think of led to her inevitably cumming and surrendering before this extremely well programmed tsundere themed stripperbot!

"So, you called that a fingering before?" Tsunderebot smirked, knowing full well that victory was in her sights. "I'll show you what it means to finger a slut into submission."

At this moment, inspiration struck! The only path to victory lay bare, naked and leering at her with bedroom eyes. It was daring, it was audacious, but it was the tsundere's one true weakness!

"I give in!" Naomi yelled. "Take me! I'm yours to do with as you please!"

"...Eh?" Tsunderebot said. "You... You're offering your body to me?"

"That's right!" Naomi nodded. She pulled her hands away from Tsunderebot's chest and undoing her shorts. "I won't make the first move. Play with my body to your heart's content?"

"... Eh?????" Tsunderebot squealed. Her fingers trailing around right at the top of Naomi's shorts. "T-T-T-T-To my h-h-h-heart's content?!"

This was it. The ultimate weakness of the tsundere. They're at their strongest when their romantic interest is the one acting up around them, either denying a relationship or acting to pursue the relationship. But ask them to make the first move? Ask them to be the ones to take the initiative? They wouldn't know what to do with it! The tsundere tosses the first initiative like a potato made of molten magma!

Sure enough the leg scissors was released, and Tsunderebot quickly (and cutely) backpeddled into a corner, while Naomi stalked after her on all fours.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "My body aches to be used. It's all yours if you want it."

"N-No, no! That' s fine!" Tsunderebot blushed. "Ooh, I see what you're doing now!"

"Then take the initiative." Naomi asked, closing her eyes. Well, mostly. There was enough of a gap for her to see Tsunderebot looking around nervously, then start to lean in forward as if to steal a kiss. She managed it. But then quickly backed off and put her hands to her bright crimson cheeks. "Now I see through your game! You lose, I win. And now," she glanced around to see Keitaro gawping slack jawed at the pair of them. Naomi licked her lips. "I get to take the prize."

Which was right about the time that the door was pulled open revealing a certain swordswoman turned maid wearing what appeared to be a modified version of her usual outfit.

Round two: Fight!

1. Tsunderebot uses Motoko to retake control over the situation.
2. Keitaro runs for the hills, this is getting too scarotic for him to handle.
3. Naomi uses Tsunderebot to keep Motoko busy.
4. Or Mutsumi pops her head in to see what's going on in here.
5. Something else