Story: Negima C+S

 

There was a sharp, keen awareness within Ayaka right now. THey'd been tricked. Bamboozled. Some might even say they'd been hoodwinked. Here she was, sitting in Negi's lap like it was no big deal, breathing heavily while being handed a 'costume' by the other two, already fully corrupted perverts.

It's sometimes said that the only true defeat is the one you accept inside your heart. Ayaka was struggling against that idea with every fibre of her being, but the sad truth was that she could only fight for so long. Negi was corrupted. Almost the entire class was, at this point. They'd been explicitly set up into different groups, and even so, it didn't matter because - 

She tried to call out to the others to warn them, but it hurt too much. She tried pushing herself beyond it-  but it hurt too much! Normally a little pain like that wouldn't be enough to stop her but it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt - 

"Put this on now," Chisame insisted, thrusting the red hood into Ayaka's waiting hands. "Go on. We can go into another room if you want to really see what it looks like~"

"And remember~" Nodoka whispered. "You can't wear anything else. At all."

"N-Nothing else..." Ayaka whispered. "B-But I -" 

"I believe in you," Negi whispered in her ear. Ah. Ah. Ah! No, that was so unfair. Then again, the whole deck had been stacked against them from the start, hadn't it? "Tell you what - I happen to know for a fact that the gym storage won't have anyone in it right now - why not go there, and then I'll come along later as the big. Bad. Wolf?"

Ayaka shot out of his lap and grabbed the hood, and the heels, and then marched out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her. What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing - Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're on the fast track to corruption, and - And!

And what kind of class president would she be if she ignored the needs of the majority?

That was a lousy justification and she knew it. The truth is, this feeling of goodness that she was experiencing was artificially induced. The feeling of pain guiding her down this path was all too wrong as well, but - But she couldn't fight it. Imagine you have two paths. One laced with thumbtacks and barbed wire. The other, lined with chocolate and cake. It's obvious which path you'd take, despite yourself. Despite yourself. Despite yourself!

She punched herself in the face. "No," she said. "No, no, no! You're going to... You're going to beat this thing. You are stronger than this. You understand, Ayaka! You're going to beat this thing. Sure, it beat Evangeline and Chachamaru, and - Oh dear that's really quite bad already... But the point is! The fact is, you only lose if you give up!"

Chisame and Nodoka would be along very soon. They were almost certainly going to move to encourage her down their path. When the thing she should be doing is - Grnk! Trying to... Get them free of this stupid spell!

Thing is, she's quite certain a lot of them would have already tried something along those line. Ah. Ah! Ah! Even thinking about this was hurting! You're onto something Ayaka! Yes, of course. If it hurts this much to even think along these lines, then you're going in the right direction!

Be. Stubborn. Don't think about defeat. Don't think about the girls in class who have already lost, or the fact that dear sweet Negi was already recruited by them apparently. Instead, think about your strategy here. This spell must have a weakness to exploit. So? Exploit it already!

What are the rules? She'd figured those out already. Ohohoho! She didn't get to be class president just because of her charisma! No, the rules were obvious. Do something that encourages perversion, and you're rewarded. Do something that steps away from perversion, you get punished. 

So, what could she do here with those two simple rules? She had no time to think. They were approaching fast. Their footsteps were coming down the hallway. What should she do, here? What could she do? Think, think, think!

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This was gonna be all kinds of fun. Chisame had developed a taste for corrupting her friends. If you could call them friends. Acquintances, fuckbuddies, classmates - those all fit much better.

"You ready?" she asked Nodoka as they prepared to open the door.

"As I'll ever be," Nodoka said.

The two of them were in their regular uniforms. It would not do to walk about school dressed in damn near nothing. At least... not yet. Maybe later on when they had finished cementing their control, but - not yet. Their way of thinking would prevail, but still, not quite yet!

Chisame threw the door open, and what did she find within? Why, Ayaka herself! Class president! Noted perv for Negi, wearing nothing at all but a skimpy red hood that couldn't touch her thighs if you gave it one of those devices meant to extend your reach, and showed off enough cleavage to make anyone thirsty for a glass of milk. Combine that with a pair of stunning heels, personally picked out by Chisame to make a girl's legs really pop, and give her some class? You've got something absolutely breathtaking here!

"Oh dear, oh my~" Ayaka teased, leaning forward a bit to put more weight on her left leg. "Are you here to escort me through these woods~"

Ding! Both Chisame and Nodoka hurried inside the room, eager to be her big bad wolves. Look at her. Ayaka was posing with style! If there had been a camera here, it would have loved her!

"I'm glad you saw reason," Chisame cackled. "Alright then. Nodoka, you can make out with her first if you want, I'm feeling generous."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ayaka wagged her finger. Huh? "Let's not rush into this, shall we~? Where's the fun in skipping to the main event? We have a play to put on, don't we?"

That was a good point. A fun little play they could put on, where they teased those legs. Absolutely amazing. It almost made Chisame want to run her tongue from thigh to ankle, which was a pretty specific thing for her to want, she'd grant.

"Alright then," Ayaka said. "In that case - which of you will be my partner? The other one will have to wait outside~"

Huh? What was that? Wait outside...?

"After all, we don't want to be caught in the act, right?" Ayaka asked. "It would interfere in our perverted activities if we were caught by a faculty member~ They'll keep us separated, contact our guardians - and then we'd be for the high jump for sure!"

That was true. It was actually a really good point. An annoyingly good point, actually. If they were interrupted... Even if they had the key, they would be overheard, and the teacher would try to get inside anyway to find out what was going on. They might even have a copy of the key!

"But which one of you will it be~?" Ayaka asked, tapping at her lips. "Why of you wants to make out with me the most~? Ohohohoho! It would be so much fun with either of you! Either the tsundere idol, or the shy bookworm! Both of you have such delectable lips and cute bodies!"

"You should do it!" Chisame insisted.

"Nnnngh!" Nodoka grunted. "N-no! You should!"

Now the two of them were glaring at each other. Both of them could feel it. At the back of their mind. Aching away. Punishing them for getting in the way of lewd behaviour, with the only way to get their reward being to make the other one stand outside while they finished corrupting Ayaka...

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Ayaka is a smart girl. Really smart. Not the smartest in class, but plenty smart. She takes her studying seriously. For example, she was fully aware of two ideas in particular - Buridan's Ass and the Prisoner's Dilemma, and she'd managed to apply both of them to this situation quite masterfully.

'Buridan’s ass,' she thought. Two equally appealing options. No way to decide, so they freeze. She had leaned into it from the start, acting every bit the pliant, half-enchanted victim. “Oh, yes, please, convert me,” she’d all but purred. “But surely one of you should guard the door? It would be such a shame to be interrupted…” Then she’d stepped back, let the two of them stare at each other, both eager, neither willing to forfeit the pleasure of the curse by volunteering for the dull job.

They’d been standing there like the donkey between two piles of hay for three whole minutes now, muttering little half-arguments at each other, each trying to nudge the other without disobeying the spell.

And she’d layered the second trap on top. The prisoner’s dilemma. If either one simply bolted for the door and left the other with her, the curse would punish them for “denying” it. If they both stayed, they risked being caught. Each one’s “best” move required trust the curse had already eaten away. They couldn’t cooperate, they couldn’t defect without pain, and they couldn’t break the rules because the curse had already taken away much of their decision making process.

It was a risky move. There were several risks to it. For example, the only thing keeping her from having the worst headache right now was that it was kinda working for her, asserting her intellectual dominance over them. 

Thing was, if she wasn't careful she might start giving Negi a lapdance if she went back to the classroom.