Hatta almost felt a little bit disappointed they had returned so soon. He was kind of looking forward to getting Akane's engine going. It would have been the perfect revenge, make her regret toying with them so much, and of course they would get to see her in a sexy string bikini.
Oh well. There would be plenty of time for that sort of fun in future. For now though, Komatsu had got himself roped into helping with dinner, while Hatta had to set about dusting. Playtime was over, as much as he sincerely wished it were otherwise.
But just then... While he was wiping down a bookcase, Hatta felt something. Call it an urge. A tingling sensation down his spine. He looked over at the nearby window and, for some reason, felt an urge to head over there. Not to look outside, but to edge up against the wall and listen closely. With a cautious hand, he waited until it felt right - then quickly opened the window up a crack. He didn't know why he was doing this or why he was waiting, but it absolutely felt like a good thing to do.
His instincts hadn't failed him so far ever since it had started. Whatever this feeling was had not led him astray yet. So he'd trust it until it did and then -
"Hi there Madoka," Akane said. "I see, I see! You're drying out those bikinis you wore for the photoshoot!"
Jackpot. Fingers crossed, the two of them decided to put them on without knowing he was here. For now though he was going to have to listen in closely. Couldn't let these girls know he was here.
"Hello Akane," Madoka said. "Before you ask, yes. Your cousin was his usual wishy washy self. I almost feel bad for Hikaru, being so infatuated with someone like that."
She said that, but Hatta had a clear vision in mind that she was quite eager to get on that dick. Not quite cognitive of that desire yet, maybe trying to deny it for the sake of her friend. But she was definitely into the idea. Ah! It also seemed as though Akane had sensed that as well, if he was any judge. Weird thing though, all he'd heard was a little grunt of acknowledgment, but that was enough to tell him for certain.
"Well, I feel a bit bad for the both of you," Akane said, raising his certainty even more. Ooh, she was into Madoka too. Hot! "Getting to wear this kind of thing when the only cute boy around is my cousin? Geez, what a waste of talent. Lucky my uncle was there or it would be lost to posterity."
Ooh yeah! Right at this moment those pictures were being developed. Hatta trembled in excitement. He could hardly wait to see what those girls looked like! It was bound to be super hot. What a wonderful image that was, well worth obeying his instincts this time around. Though he really should get back to dusting before they noticed him and -
"How were things here?" Madoka asked. "Those two perverts didn't try anything funny while we were gone, did they?"
"Nah, but I'm pretty sure they're trying to set me up for a prank of some sort," Akane said. "Hah. As if they're bright enough to get me! Neither one of them gets up early enough in the morning to pull the wool over my eyes, bu~ut... How about you help me out in a counter-prank?"
Attention resumed. His instincts were kicking up again. Keep listening! Akane was up to something dirty. This prank thing was just an excuse, that's all. He wet his lips with anticipation. This must be the real reason his instincts had led him here right now! So he could intercept Akane's perverted trap and turn it to his own advantage!
"What sort of prank were they trying to pull?" Madoka asked. Aha, she was a clever one. Manipulating her wouldn't be easy even with their new awareness.
"Oh, that?" Akane shrugged. "They roped the twins into laying out some stupid ghost stories. You'd have to ask them for the details, but the idea is... they seemed to think they'd be able to get me to dress up in something silly so they could humiliate me. As if I'd let them get away with that! So... I'm thinking we turn the tables on them. Make them think that their ghost story is really real."
... Just like the way they had tried to turn the tables on her by exploiting her ghost story! Truly, she was a devious enemy thinking to return their volley so effectively. With Madoka as an accomplice no less!
"Hrm... I don't have to wear something silly or revealing do I?" Madoka asked.
"Nope!" Akane chuckled. "Just this mask. I'll be the one pretending to prank them, then you show up and grab me when they're about to pull whatever stunt they're planning. Grab hold of me and drag me off somewhere. We'll really spook 'em!"
Aha. Now he fully understood the true horror of what she was proposing. Akane was trying to use this as an opportunity to cuddle with Madoka! Ohoho, what a cheeky little scheme - but Hatta could already see a few ways to have fun with it. With a wicked grin, he returned to dusting while plotting and scheming. First chance he had, he had to have a quick conversation with a certain wishy-washy boy. If Akane wanted a counter-prank war, she'd <i>get</i> a counter prank war!
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There were two people in Hikaru's life that she honestly, truly looked up to more than anyone else. Madoka, her best friend. Kyosuke, her secretly cool boyfriend. In front of these people she was bright and cheery and a genuine delight to be around.
Komatsu, it must be noted, was not either of these people. She was stuck in a kitchen with him, tasked with making dinner. Therefore:
"Boil that water! Cut those carrots! Slice those onions!" Hikaru impatiently demanded, hands on hips and scowl on face. The perverted boy did exactly as she demanded, rushing around the room with an almost feverish delight. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was getting off on this! Ooh, what a disgusting boy!
Ah... If only she had been assigned this task alongside Kyosuke. He would have been so cool about it. "Don't worry," he would have said. "You sit down and relax. You had a hard day's work looking beautiful in that bikini. Therefore, you should let me get to work."
At which point she would have sat down and watched as her man worked up a sweat. Slaving over a hot stove. Looking so strong and cool. Then he bends over to take something out of the oven, and his butt looks sublime in those shorts he was wearing today...
"S-So how did the photoshoot go?" Komatsu asked. "Did Kyosuke like your swimsuit?"
"Yes!" she lied. Actually, she didn't know if it was a lie or not. He hadn't said anything at all about it, and he was so hard to read sometimes. In fact, thinking back about the photoshoot made her head swim a little bit. She'd been... alright with the idea of sharing him with Madoka? That wasn't right. He and Madoka weren't interested in each other, so why should she share -
"Ah, I see! He was too much of a gentleman to compliment it," Komatsu said. R-Right, that made sense. "The trouble with an attitude like that is, the girl starts to wonder if the gentleman is really into her, right? Sometimes the girl really needs to be acknowledged as being pretty."
If he was about to hit on her, then she was about to hit him right back! She was not in the mood for flirting right now, especially not with him!
"You want to drive him wild, right?" Komatsu asked, taking the conversation a different way than she had been expecting. In fact, he didn't even stop cutting up vegetables while he was talking. "You don't want to kiss him. You want to be kissed by him. You want to lure him in with your own appeal, but you don't feel confident in how to do that. Ah, well... With a friend as awesome as Madoka around, I'd be a little insecure as well. Anyone would be."
F-for some reason he was saying a lot of extremely accurate things that should probably upset her, but she wasn't getting upset. Instead she leaned in closer to hear what he had to say.
"I'd say there's nothing wrong with your body or your looks," Komatsu said. "Not even what you're wearing either. It's all in your attitude. You put out too cute an image, you know? Cute's nice to look at and hang out with, but if you want things to get to the next level." He stopped. By this point Hikaru was standing on the other side of the counter from him with her hands firmly leaning on the side. "You gotta put out a different kind of attitude."
"A-Attitude?" she asked. "You mean, like my rougher self?"
"No, no," Komatsu shook his head. "I mean, that works for some guys, but... I mean something a bit naughtier. Like you're doing something bad and you're contemplating whether or not you want to get caught."
Right, right. That sounded... right. If anyone knew what they were talking about it had to be a pervert like this. Right?
Komatsu for his part let a rather perverse smile settle onto his face as Hikaru bit into the end of her thumb in deep concentration. 'Hehehehehe...' the pervert thought. It was exactly as he expected. Press on the right levers and she was already perfectly willing to offer herself up as his student. In no time at all, he'd pervertify her, and then if his theory panned out she'd be able to take full control over that wishy-washy dolt. Keeping him out of their business as they had fun with whatever cuties they wanted.
Truly, it was the perfect plan. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Right?
- Meanwhile, Kyosuke is picking berries with his sisters. Something feels off about their behaviour.
- Later on, the pictures have been developed! For some reason only Kyosuke can see what's off about them.
- Akane and Madoka set about working their prank on the boys.
- Continue with Hikaru's perversion training.
- Something else
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