As a Mendo, Ryoko knew the importance of thinking quickly and adapting to one's circumstance. As one of the most influential families in Japan, one acquires many enemies. Friends are precious commodities. However, her fast thinking was being used against her today, and there seemed to be precious little that she could do about it. Her own imagination, so used to contriving method to torture others, was now being used to torture her.
It would be so <i>easy</i> to play along, wouldn't it? Look at those naive other girls. How easily they could be made to succumb. Unaware, blissfully so, that their minds were being twisted and corrupted, that every suggestion was making them fall, accelerating downwards. However, as she looked around at those other girls - at Shinobu laughing at Ataru's jokes, at Lum fawning over her Darling, at Ryuunosuke watching the other girls for cues on how to act in a feminine way, Ryoko couldn't help but see herself out there as well. Starting to believe that Ataru Moroboshi might actually be a God of Sex.
"Ooh, that was nice!" Lum said, patting her belly and leaning back into their Darling's chest. He seemed a touch amused by the attention, which had to be for show. To make them lower their guard. Yes, that was the ticket. "So, Ryoko! You said something about games, tcha?"
"Indeed!" Shutaro said, rising to his feet in an attempt to reassert himself as the dominant male in the room. It would have worked better if he wasn't sweating so obviously. "And so, I propose we play -"
"King's Game!" Ataru interrupted.
The King's Game. A popular game in Japan. The western equivalent would be Truth or Dare. The game was easy to set up, simple to play. You set out several slips of papers. One with a K, or some other signifier for King. The others all have a number. Each player draws a slip, the King then orders a number to do something without knowing who they are giving the order to. Then resume play until an agreed upon end time.
"Ah, you don't fool me, Moroboshi!" Shutaro said, slamming his hands down on the table. Incidentally this wound up with him sticking his left hand in a steaming hot pie, which he was trying to ignore, but his eyes were clearly watering up. "You just want to rig the game so that you can play as King and make these innocent girls do things!"
Do things. What sort of things? While Shutaro couldn't see it, the girls in the room all had a slight gleam in their eyes. What might he do? What might he order? The possibilities, the potential - it was simply too much for them to resist. Though Ryoko dearly wanted them to play something else - anything else! - She found her lips moving automatically to make a suggestion she would much rather not make.
"If that is your concern dear brother, then why not allow Kioko and Saeko to organise the game? Make sure everything is... fair."
"Great idea Ryoko!" Saeko said right away. "Of course, we won't be able to participate but -"
"But we'll make sure the game is nice and fair!" Kioko quickly added.
“And be ready to take any funny pictures that pop up!” Saeko held up a camera, a gleam in her eye.
"Hold on, those are your -" Shutaro began to protest, but he was quite rudely (yet properly) cut off by another voice.
"What a great idea!" Shinobu said. "But you'd better be ready, Ataru! If you think you can use this to... Do stuff to us then you'd better be ready for us to order you around as well!"
She didn't say it, but it was obvious what was on her mind. Ordering Ataru to do something. When they were all starting to harbour an intense, unnatural attraction to him. Nonetheless, Ryoko found herself going along with it. Out of morbid curiosity. It was as though her body was being pulled along like a marionette on strings. Unable to do anything else but watch herself and others fall. Fall into Ataru Moroboshi's harem.
And heaven help her, she was <i>loving every moment of it.</i>
Now here they were. Sitting around a table. Staring down at a pile of shuffled slips of paper, dealt out to them by Kioko and Saeko. Ryoko was sure they'd been controlled in some way. A false shuffle, most likely, though she hadn't caught the method. They'd been a little too careful to let anyone see anything. Whatever. It didn't matter much. Ryoko drew her slip, watching Ataru carefully, knowing that he'd almost certainly be the -
But no. On the slip in Ryoko's hand, there was an elaborate crown. Her mouth felt dry. She was King?! Saeko winked at her knowingly, and mouthed the cursed phrase: 'A Harem is fine too'. It took a surprising amount of willpower to not say those words herself, to refrain from succumbing in full. Yet refrain she did.
"It seems as though I am to start," Ryoko said. She flipped her slip around to reveal the truth. Now, let's see... "To continue the theme from dinner, how about Number 3 tell us about a boy or girl you like?”
That was when Lum flipped her slip around to reveal that she was the number 3. The adorable Oni hovered in the air and stared directly at her Darling, as if anyone in the room needed any reminder at all of who her special someone was.
Lum smiled and linked arms with Ataru, who looked at the ceiling, seeming slightly annoyed, but she lay her cheek on his shoulder anyway. Quite adorable, the pair of them.
"Well, my Darling is so adorable I can't help but like him," Lum tittered. She shifted her grip a little, floating her legs around until she was laying them across his lap, but he continued looking away with a faint blush on his cheeks. "He's so patient and understanding, I wouldn’t have been able to adjust to Earth without him" Lum said, using her ability to fly to drift around him in a way a human could never manage while still hugging tightly onto him. "When he sets his mind to something, he goes for it all the way." Now she was holding onto him from the other side, pressing her cheek up against his, pushing her breasts into his arm and very obviously rubbing them up against him. "He's also got an amazing sense of humour, so funny and witty."
And then it dawned on Ryoko exactly what she was watching. A slow motion lapdance. Using flight as an aide, but still a slow motion lapdance. How... unusual. Now she was kissing him affectionately on the cheek, as though forgetting they were all here.
Or... As if she was demonstrating for them all how they should behave when they inevitably fall and join the harem.
"Yeah, makes sense..." Shinobu whispered to herself.
"Hrm... Maybe if I...?" Ryuunosuke muttered thoughtfully. "These chicks are acting super girly because of him. Maybe...?"
"Next turn!" Saeko chirped, having already gathered, shuffled and set out the paper slips again. Ah! No! This time, Ryoko was #5! She had wasted her turn as King so easily, yet it had felt like such a good idea at the time. All she'd done was further reinforce her attraction to Ataru Moroboshi, the God of sex! <s>He wasn’t the fucking god of sex!</s>
"I'm King this time!" Ataru said, jumping up excitedly with Lum still clinging onto him. "Okay, okay! Number 4, I order you to ki~iss me!"
The room fell silent. Who had the number 4? Was it Lum? No! Apparently she was 2. Shinobu? No, she was 1. Ryuunosuke turned out to be 3, which meant -
"You... absolute idiot," Shutaro said, turning his slip around and revealing the number 4. "With your luck, you give that order?!"
"Well, the odds were in my favour!"
"Since when have the odds ever been in your favour?!"
"Kiss..." Shinobu whispered.
"Kiss..." Ryuunosuke added.
"Kiss!" Ryoko joined in.
It was like some kind of fever swept over them. All the girls wanted to see this. They wanted to see these two rivals kiss! Granted, for Ryoko the motivation was mostly to see her brother put through some humiliation but the looks on Shinobu and Lum’s faces hinted at a more direct interest in seeing the two rivals touch lips. Ryuunosuke... was just playing along with what the other girls were doing.
"Tsk! I can never refuse a request from a woman," Mendo said, grabbing Ataru's ears and - my goodness!
Saeko immediately took a picture, while Kioko had to pinch her nose before too much blood could come out.
"Blegh!" Shutaro screamed, recoiling away like a vampire might before a cross. "Oh! Pardon me! I must find mouthwash! Immediately!"
Shinobu was vibrating, while Lum was nodding vigorously.
Ataru looked annoyed, “‘I’m not that bad a kisser!” He complained as Mendo ran into the restroom. "Actually, I'm a really good kisser. Wanna try, ladies?"
None of the girls said anything, but their body language did the talking for them. Yes. They all did want to give him a try. You could tell from the way they were unconsciously licking or rubbing their lips.
The slips were dealt out again, but this time with Ryoko's dear older brother sitting the game out. He was too busy gargling half his body weight in the finest mouthwash known to man. Ah, you could really see the difference here. Ataru was so secure in his masculinity that this hadn't affected him at all! Look at the serious expression on his face, he was quite hands-
No. Don't think like that Ryoko. Resist. You must resist. Find the reserves to push back, somehow, against this insidious compulsion. Just so long as you don't allow yourself the luxury of engaging in lewd activities -
"Er... I guess number one can dance?" Ryuunosuke ordered, holding up her King slip for all to see. Ryoko looked down. In fear. In trepidation. As if mocking her, the number one stared up at her.
It was fine. It was fine. You're a Mendo. You've been trained in dances from all around the world. This careless order meant nothing, because you could so very easily do any kind of dance you want. A waltz, a tango, that annoying earworm they were workshopping for the 90s called the Macarena.
Or she could do what Lum did and give Ataru a lap dance.
No. Not that! Anything but that! Think of something else. Anything else! Not a lap dance! Not in front of these other girls. If - if she surrendered so easily, so simply then - then!
"Here you go, Ryoko-chan!" Ataru said, helpfully providing a pole from... heaven only knows where. "You can use this for support!"
"Much appreciated, Master Moroboshi," Ryoko curtseyed. Yes, a pole. That would be perfect. Since she lacked a dance partner she could use this! Her hand gripped the pole, and she hooked her leg around it - and then performed a perfect pirouette, spinning around and around until she was upside down. Ahahaha! Yes! Like this she could avoid doing anything lewd! Watch her all you like, as she grips this pole, puts her back up against it and squats down. Haha, nothing lewd here!
"Woo! That's it Ryoko!" Kioko cheered. "Strut your stuff! Show what you're made of!"
Well, that went without saying! She lifted herself right off the ground and twirled around the pole with her skirt fluttering around her. Incidentally flashing Ataru in the process, but who cared about that? She was having fun in a non-sexualised way!
Gravity brought her twirling down to the ground, where she lay for only a moment before kicking up her leg, hooking it around the pole and then rolling backwards into a standing position, grabbing the pole with her hands once she was back onto her feet. From there, she stepped around the pole, rubbing her body up against it, grooving her body to a silent rhythm, revelling in her intelligence and skill as her eyes remained locked on Ataru's smiling, nodding face.
"Take it off!" a voice called. One of the twins, Ryoko couldn't tell who. Yes, of course! She would do just that! Not because she wanted Ataru Moroboshi to look at her in just a bra, but to prove to herself how thoroughly in control she was! That would be her reason, and certainly not a flimsy justification for trying to get his attention!
Her blouse dropped to the floor, and while she was at it might as well let her bra drop too. Who cared at this point? Who cared that she was currently topless in front of a man her subconscious might have been brainwashed into thinking of as a God of Sex? Not Ryoko! She had a perfectly valid reason for doing this!
"Woah, that was amazing!" Shinobu clapped.
"I've never seen that kind of dancing before," Lum said.
"Yeah, me neither," Ryuunosuke added.
"Well then, would you girls like to learn?" Ryoko asked. "I think you'll find it quite the exercise technique."
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