Much as her raise d'etre was stripping and teasing and enticing, Smokebot had to admit that there was something fun about turning into a pseudo-slasher villain. Watching the cute girl stumble away, occasionally tripping up over things right as Smokebot was about to lose sight of her. That frightened squeal, the terrified gait. It was too much to resist. Add in a smoky atmosphere for effect and - oof, it was truly divine.
"Stay away!" Shinobu cried. "You're not Auntie Haruka! What are you?!"
"Enough of the aunt already!" Smokebot snorted back, sending a billowing smoke down the corridor. The girl slid open the door to her room and scurried inside like the terrified little thing she was. Then right as she was closing the door Smokebot stuck her foot in the way, keeping it open. "And why are you running, dearie? I only want to talk."
"T-Talk?" Shinobu mumbled, peering around the corner. Only her eyes were showing. They batted cutely and innocently at Smokebot. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Only to explain that there's no need to 'get help'," Smokebot said, deftly slipping inside the room. "You see, that was a misunderstanding -"
She stopped in her tracks as she beheld the interior of Shinobu's room. Huh. That was... a lot of dildos on the wall. Pretty varied in colour and design and size. In point of fact, there were all manner of toys hanging all around. The sort that made the stripperbot realise that she'd noticed the dildos first because they were by far the most mundane sight to behold within the room.
"You're quite right!" Shinobu said, suddenly slapping Smokebot on the ass and, in the same motion, shoving something right inside. Eh?! How did she - "there's no need for you to get help." The girl's breathing turned heavy and shallow for a second. "Teeheehee... You were made for dancing, right? Right? So? Why don't you show me what you can do!"
Smokebot whirled around to give the girl a piece of her mind, then noticed the little switch she was holding in her hand. Before she could ask what that was, Shinobu flipped it and a mighty buzz rang out through Smokebot's body and she dropped to her knees.
"Oh no! You fell over!" Shinobu cutely, innocently tittered. "Let me help you up!"
She had extended a hand to hep Smokebot up to her feet. The stripperbot felt uncommonly weak after that. "What did you do to me?"
"Who, me?" Shinobu beamed. "What could I have done?" She flipped the switch again and - Nnngh! Smokebot collapsed to the floor again, hips reflexively convulsing up, humping the air above her. "Oh gosh, how lewd! But it's not da~ancing!"
"C-Cut that out!" Smokebot moaned.
"Nuh uh!" Shinobu wagged her finger. "Toys are to play with, and I want to see how you perform. Oh! Please don't corrupt me, Miss Stripperbot! I'm so innocent and pure, that watching you gyrate those slutty hips might make me faint!"
It was at this moment Stripperbot realised the full folly of her actions. This was why Cutebot had fled so panic stricken! This girl wasn't nearly as cute and innocent as she was play acting! Her standing there with the back of her hand against her forehead, as if she was swooning... It was all put on for show! And she had fallen for it, hook line and sinker!
"Now, now! Don't give me that look," Shinobu tittered. She flicked the switch again. "Otherwise, I might have to put this to its highest setting, and even I don't know if a stripperbot can survive such a thing."
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You'll forgive Keitaro for being a little bit groggy after unexpectedly falling from one floor to the next, right? Sure, he's mister invincible (or so the meme goes) but a fall like that is going to at least disorient even the hardiest person.
"Heeeeey cutie! You drop by here often?" Drunkbot hiccuped, quickly latching onto Keitaro. For a moment there he was confused, thought it was Mitsune. Then he smelled the alcohol on her breath. This didn't dissuade him of that initial hypothesis. What did was when 'Mitsune' turned to another teetering Mitsune and said "Hey, how about you two shack up?"
It wasn't that Keitaro had forgotten about Drunkbot, mind. He had a perfect memory, after all. It was simply a case of momentary befuddlement caused by the fall, nothing more than that. he remembered Drunkbot. He remembered her vividly. The sensual yet drunken dance she had performed for him was forever burned into his memory, demonstrating quite effectively that perfect recall isn't half the boon one would think it is when you're trying really hard to stay faithful to the girl you like.
The boozy breath wasn't helping much either.
"Kei-chan!" Mitsune drunkenly leaped onto him, pulling Keitaro away from Drunkbot and tackling him back to the floor. "eeeeh! So cute!"
"Mitsune! You - you're sloshed!" Keitaro gasped, struggling in vain to push her off of him. It was like wrestling with an octopus! A sweaty drunken sexy big breasted octopus. Which there is almost certainly art of, somewhere on the Internet. "H-Hey, snap out of it! You're not seriously into me, you only like teasing me to get a rise out of me!"
By this point he'd managed to get himself back into a sitting position. Which proved to be a mistake as Drunkbot got behind him and used her behind to grind up against the back of his head, pushing Keitaro right into a kiss with the drunken tease sitting on his lap. Not that she was complaining. Nor was he, particularly. Boozy breath aside Mitsune's body was remarkably soft and -
"Are you stupid or something?!"
Enter the Tsunderebot, coming to the rescue. The Naomi... Naru themed Stripperbot leaped down from above and landed without a second thought. Then she plucked Mitsune away and left her toppled over, ass in the air. After a few seconds a faint snoring sound could be heard coming from her.
"Hmph! You'd better be grateful, clumsy idiot!" Tsunderebot sniffed. She tapped her foot impatiently. "Honestly now, you're such a klutz, ruining my efforts to corrupt Naomi like that by not watching where you were going."
He was about to ask why he should be grateful for that, when Drunkbot suddenly sat on his shoulders, squishing his face in between her thighs. "So where is she now?" the Stripperbot asked.
"Oh her?" Tsunderebot sniffed. "I left her tied up with that maid girl." Motoko? "Used my super special technique. They'll never escape the Tsunderelock!"
That...sounded like a not good thing. He really ought to get out of here and - Now Tsunderebot was sitting in his lap and pushing back Drunkbot's thighs.
"I'll settle for corrupting this one first," Tsunderebot leaned back. "Don't make that face! It's for your own good!"
"If ya get too pent up, it causes health problemsh!" Drunkbot slurred. "heh... So you're gonna get him all pent up with a lap dance, then let him loose on Mitsune?"
"Let him loose on Naomi," Tsunderebot corrected. Oh lord above, he didn't know hips could move this way. Tsunderebot was working hard to make him hard. "Who would want him for themselves? That silly Naomi girl, who I'm not!" Now she was beginning to work her shoulders into the lapdance! "Jealous of!" the stripperbot finished, furiously working her entire body into this.
Ah! This was a heavenly hell! Behind him, Drunkbot had stood up and was grinding her ass up against the back of his head, while in front of him Tsunderebot was giving him a lapdance. Keitaro didn't know what to do with himself! He felt completely trapped. Trapped between two horny Stripperbots who were working to wear down his resistance bit by bit and then set him onto -
"Mitsune!"
"Naomi!"
"Naomi!"
"Mitsu- Oh no you don't! I saw that cartoon as well!"
Also they were both even bigger idiots than him. How humiliating! If only there was some way he could escape, but right now... right now his brain was getting way less blood than he'd like. It was very difficult to concentrate when your libido is waking up like a long slumbering dragon.
"Nooooo! Leave me alone!"
That was Shinobu! Oh no! That pure and innocent girl, another of those fiends must be pursuing her right outside this very room! A burst of energy overtook him, and he acted entirely on instinct. Keitaro grabbed hold of Tsunderebot's butt and fell backwards, causing the tipsy Drunkbot to fall flat on her face and Tsunderebot to get launched right on top of her.
"Hold on Shinobu, I'm coming!" Keitaro yelled, dashing out the door. Oh, the poor fool. He had no idea what he was running towards.
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This had to be the single most embarrassing thing to happen to her in her entire life. Tied up. In her own room. With her hands snugly settled on the boobs of her romantic arch-rival, while said rival was similarly tied to groping Naomi's butt.
"I felt your fingers twitch just now!" Motoko yelled.
"My nose is itchy!" Naomi angrily replied.
The two of them struggled, but that bitch of a stripperbot with her face was really, really good with knots. The only thing either one of them could do like this was grope one another and speak directly into one another's crotch.
"No way out of it except working together," Naomi conceded.
"Agreed," Motoko grunted. "I'm not any happier about this than you, but permitting that sluttier version of you to wander free..."
"Sluttier? Don't you mean slutty?" Naomi countered. Motoko didn't answer. Deep breath Naomi. You were right to be pissed off. But not <i>just</i> because you were tied up. No, no. Not just because of that at all.
You were also pissed off because Mutsumi had seen you getting tied up like this, and then immediately set up a camera on a tripod and frolicked off like nothing was wrong. Gah! That airhead! Couldn't she read the situation like a normal freaking human being?!
And the camera... That better not have an Internet connection! If that was livestreaming to some crummy website, it would ruin her career fast as you like. If only she or Motoko could see what they were doing, they could get out of -
Suddenly Motoko wrenched her arm to the left, getting it mostly free. In the process though? She'd pulled some of the rope. Which Naomi felt quite distinctly, as that piece of rope had been threaded snugly in between her legs. No! Control yourself! Don't moan and squirm from something like that! Especially not with the camera right there!
"Are you alright?" Motoko asked. Naomi's blood boiled. Oh, she knew that Motoko didn't mean to do that, but somehow she felt that complaining about it would only make the maid kendoist do it even more harshly with her other arm!
On that basis, Naomi couldn't help herself. She struggled loose her own left arm and took immense satisfaction in Motoko openly moaning - until she realised how that would look on camera. Ah! Oh no! This was terrible!
"Sorry Motoko, we've got to do this to free ourselves," Naomi lamely offered. "Um... I think I can get my other hand free, but it looks like I'll need to move it down to your wai- Ooowaaah!"
"Like that?" Motoko smugly asked. Oh! That time was deliberate. That's how she wanted to play it, huh? Well two can play at that game!
And so dear readers, behold the horror that is the Tsunderelock in all of its glory. Before long neither of them remembered that the camera was there anymore, as the very act of freeing themselves compelled these two girls to perform lewd and lecherous acts upon one another.
- On reaching Shinobu's room, Keitaro triggered a trap Shinobu had set.
- Keitaro encounters Maidbot en route to Shinobu's room.
- What are Kanako and Witchbot up to?
- How about Cutebot at the cafe?
- Something else
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