Story: Tsun-Der-SM

 

You know, Gosunkugi is not a character that gets a lot of action, is he? It's not hard to see why. The guy is about as appealing as uncooked broccoli. He's a walking rake with bags under his eyes. And that's before we get to his personality. Cowardly, mean spirited, very easy to make jealous. Perfectly willing to, for instance, trap a romantic rival in a room with a tiger he had somehow procured. Oh, and he's also perfectly willing to pretend to be the girl he likes so he can lure that romantic rival into a trap. Without otherwise keeping that girl occupied, meaning it's easy to find out that she's actually completely fine.

The point is, no matter what angle you look at the guy from, he's not likely to get any ass anytime soon. Personality? Lousy. Looks? Subpar. Sense of humour? Ghastly. Wealth? Hah. None of the factors that girls are normally looking for in a romantic partner can be found here - and let's get real, any of the girls that would be into him? He'd not be into them anyway and probably for shallow reasons.

Anyway, this boy - brimming of desperation and, let's be frank here, being the embodiment of an incel stereotype - had acquired mysterious paper dolls which, upon being affixed to someone's back, would make them do whatever he wanted.

Now, normally Gosunkugi would make various attempts to tag Akane on the back. Get her while jogging, perhaps, while she speeds away. Or maybe Ranma interferes, noticing what he's up to. Not so this time around. You see, this time he had managed to slip tags onto the backs of certain people. Hiroshi and Daisuke. Yuka and Sayuri. The unassuming friends! Those tags were simple enough: Help Gosunkugi put a tag of love on Akane Tendo's back!

"Alright, so I see what you're going for," Yuka said. "But if you put 'date me tomorrow' on that tag, she'll date you tomorrow - but then tomorrow she'll be saying she's dating you tomorrow, right?"

"I see, that's a good point," Gosunkugi nodded. He hadn't thought of it like that. "So I should say she should fall in love with me?"

"You gotta use your name for that one, buddy!" Hiroshi said. "Put your full name on the tag first, and then you should be good to go!"

This was, by pure accident, the smartest move he had ever made. Those were mistakes that he would have absolutely, 100% made if he hadn't been here to get their advice. Wow. It really does make a difference having friends, doesn't it?

It sure does, Gos! Shame you cannot put a tag on your own back and fix that rotten personality of yours, then you might actually have some!

Anyway, the upshot of that meeting was this. Yuka and Sayuri would keep Akane distracted, while Hiroshi and Daisuke would keep Ranma busy. It was really quite perfect. Nothing could go wrong. During gym, while Hiroshi and Daisuke engaged in some basic horseplay with Ranma, and Sayuri was showing Akane some of her doodles, along comes Gosunkugi.

Creeping up to her. With a doll in his hand. 'Love Hikaru Gosunkugi' written upon it. And all he had to do was reach out, and -

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He woke up in a dark room which had a funny smell. Huh? How strange. His wrists and ankles were bound. Gosunkugi tried to move, but let's get real here. If he'd been bound in place by a paper napkin, he would still not be able to move. Even so...

"Awake at last, are we?"

The sound of a whip cracked from not too far away. Reluctantly, he turned his head to look towards the source of the voice, and in that moment, awakened to both a new kink and a new phobia at the same time.

For you see standing in the doorway was none other than Akane Tendo herself. Clad head to toe in skintight leather. Gleaming, polished, leaving very damn little of her body to the imagination, and that little basically amounted to two things: The colour of her skin and her internal organs. Her shape? Pretty much a known quantity.

"You've been a bad boy," Akane said, swanning into the room with one hand on her hip, and the other cracking a whip. "My friends have told me alllll about it~"

"They did?" Gosunkugi squeaked. Those traitors!

"They sure did~" Akane continued, suddenly looming over him. Gosh she seemed tall all of a sudden. She wasn't actually. He knew that she wasn't. But there she was anyway. "Oh, these paper dolls of yours, they're such clever little things. Brainwashing people into doing your bidding? How absolutely glorious."

Gosunkugi gulped. This was really not how he thought this would go.

"Lucky for you, I love love love love love you lots and lots~" Akane grabbed her whip and pulled it taut. "And soon enough you're going to learn what it means to love me too~"

That didn't sound like a good thing! That didn't sound like a good thing at all! The way that she was putting it, the way that she was phrasing that, it made it seem like Hikaru Gosunkugi was in for a very, very bad time! No, no, no!

"The safeword," Akane said. "Is... More!"

"That seems like a really bad breach of proto- " Gosunkugi said, and that's when Akane brought out the candles, tipping one over Gosunkugi's naked chest. "Ohhh, that's what the smell - Yipe!"

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The first thing Ranma knew that something was wrong was when he noticed that his friends were making sure they didn't show their backs to him. As a martial artist, he was keenly trained to pay attention to such things. Oh, and then he noticed that creep Gosunkugi sneaking on up to Akane. He put something on her back - then her martial artist's instinct kicked in, she clocked him, realised what she'd done and then carried him off. Presumably to the nurse's station.

At least, that's what Ranma figured, up until Hiroshi and Daisuke started to rub their heads. "Oh man," they said. "Ranma, sorry man, we fucked up. We fucked up bad."

"Huh? You did?" Ranma asked, quirking an eyebrow. "How so?"

"We got these put on our backs," Daisuke said. He reached behind himself and pulled one off. "I guess the effect ran out because he got one of these on her?"

"Yeah, Gosunkugi wanted us to help him put one of these on Akane," Hiroshi said. "And we couldn't stop ourselves, man! Not just us either, Akane's friends too!"

Ranma stared at the paper tag with great interest. "So, what exactly does this do?" he asked.

"Uh, I guess if you put it on someone's back they'll do whatever you want."

Whatever you want. Ding! Ranma's pigtail shot straight up in the air. Whatever you want. Ding, ding ding! That was very, some might say extremely pertinent to his interests. He scrunched up the paper dolls in his hands, jumped over to Yuka and Sayuri, grabbed the dolls from them - 

And then ran off to find Akane. Quickly now, quickly! She wasn't on the roof. She wasn't in the nurse's station. She wasn't in the gym storage. She wasn't in that one closet that was actually bigger than everyone assumed it was, which turned out to be absolutely perfect for when they were in the mood for something kinda kinky at school.

Wait, wait. There was one other spot it could be. See, given Principal Kuno was, well, kinda insane there was a whole lot of places in the school grounds that had secret passages and suchlike. Places you'd really never expect there to be anything like that. The sort that wanders over to Knox's Decalogue, looks over his third rule and goes "the fuck you gonna do about it?"

One such place was right beneath the girl's locker room. Yeah, there. Believe it or not but there was an actual honest to goodness chamber down there. It was where the spring of drowned boy was meant to be, and can we take a moment to appreciate the sheer big brain move of putting that particular room over that particular place? Honestly now, that seemed like such a Kuno move...

Splashing himself with cold water, just in case someone was getting changed in there, Ranma snuck in, and sure enough found the sounds that would be expected coming from within.

"More! More more more!" came Gosunkugi's voice.

"Alright, so, I'm seeing your point here, do you actually want me to whip you harder or do you want me to stop?"

She'd asked that, but in actuality Akane was way too much of an expert at this sort of thing to make a mistake like that, she was actually just teasing the poor boy. Although Ranma had only come into the scene a little way into things, he'd be willing to bet that she hadn't actually touched him since he'd first said the safe word.

"Serves him right for trying to hypnotise her without her consent~" Ranma said. Oh, but then he saw them. The as yet unused paper dolls. Oho~ Maybe Akane had something in mind for those after all, or - 

Or there was still a paper doll attached to her back. She didn't seem to have noticed him yet. Hrm~ Decisions decisions. Should she save that idiot from his own little monkey's paw wish being granted? Or let him stew just a little bit more to let the lesson sink in?