Story: LS Ryuunosuke

 

On reflection, Sakura's kind of the Worf in these Urusei Yatsura stories, isn't she? The character that's meant to have the strongest will, the most maturity. She takes things seriously, she's perfectly capable of - Okay, fine, she's comparatively capable when compared to the rest of the cast, and yet here we are, yet again, with her being pretty easily sexually corrupted.

It's not really subverting expectations anymore, is it? No, it really isn't - but I'm going to keep right on doing it anyway. Why? Because it's hot. Have you seen Sakura-Sensei? That's a real woman right there. It's hard to believe sometimes that she was introduced with a body full to bursting with disease spirits that she somehow - somehow! - did not realise were there.

For the time being? It was later on. At night, and she's at home, building a small shrine. There's not a stitch of clothing on her body. Her absolutely magnificent body, that stellar example of the female form, with her large full breasts, slender waist, pleasant rump and god but those legs were amazing too.

The shrine that she's building has a picture in the middle. A picture of Ryuunosuke Fujinami. Put there, as the central piece of the shrine. Normally in Japanese culture, this might be a sign that this person had passed on - but in this instance, no, that was not the case at all. This was a sign of something else. It was a sign of veneration. A sign of worship. A sign that Sakura believed, with all her heart and soul, that Ryuunosuke is a form of divinity incarnate.

In that sense it was a corruption of her normal Shinto faith. Shintoism, in brief, emphasizes living in harmony with nature and holds that spirits, or kami, inhabit all things and deserve respect. It is not a faith like Christianity, which centers on a single, all-powerful God, nor is it like the ancient Greek pantheon, with its rigid hierarchy of personified deities. Instead, Shinto is less concerned with doctrine and more with ritual, purity, and maintaining balance between humanity, nature, and the spiritual world.

Sakura was giving all that the middle finger and outright worshipping Ryuunosuke as a deity. As if she was Hera, or Aphrodite. Or perhaps you would prefer Venus? Oh, it hardly matters at this point - she's openly masturbating in front of her shrine in any event. This woman is lost. Her soul has been subsumed, in its entirety, and she is no longer an advocate or priestess of Shintoism. She no longer believes in the hierarchy of personified deities.

She worships that ass. She worships those abs. She worships those tits, that face, that fair skin, that rough and tough boyish demeanour. She worships it like a drug addict worships their next high. She worships it like the planets of the solar system worships the sun. There is no contradiction. She worships it in all manners and all means at the same damn time, and she's masturbating in front of that shrine like a woman possessed.

"All glory to lesbianism~" Sakura moaned, feeling that power pass right through her. In every cell, in every molecule, atom, subatomic particle and the strings that supposedly make them up, it throbs and it beckons. She loves the female form more than Ataru Moroboshi does, at this point. Her appreciation of it is simply beyond what mere mortals can hope to comprehend. Not just the curves and the softness, nor the gleam of the flesh, but a deeper appreciation of the sheer artistry of the feminine form.

Oh, but if you think that's all she was doing, then you are seriously mistaken. She knew. She understood as a matter of course that the power of the lesbian goddess, growing even now within the oblivious Miss Fujiname, would not be satisfied, could not be satiated by one woman alone.

This would require work. A truly great work. To spread her message far and wide. To awaken all the women of Tomobiki... Of Tokyo... Then Japan, Asia, and then the rest of the world to the single unifying truth.

Namely, that women were hot as fuck.

"Ryuunosuke Fujjinami~" Sakura cooed while masturbating furiously. "Soon, all too soon, you shall be the centre of a new world order! Prepare yourself! For the world cannot possibly prepare for you~"

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Some jerk kicked a can right into the back of Ryuunosuke's head, but she wasn't complaining. Actually, she had a bit of a spring in her step. Man! She sure did feel like a woman today! It was funny really, she felt more... aware of her body than normal. Is that the best way to put it? Probably.

She sure did owe a lot to those girls for helping her understand it better. Lum, Shinobu, Ran, Miss Sakura, and Kurama all helped out so, so much. Why, this morning, Ryuunosuke hadn't even tied down her boobs like she normally did! It was a little bit annoying getting them into this shirt - she was pretty sure that it had shrunk in the wash, normally she would not have any trouble getting it in there - and her trousers felt... snugger, for some reason, but she felt really secure in her femininity right now, as she walked down the street...

She drifted down the hallway imagining herself delicate and graceful, completely unaware that she was striding like a sailor on shore leave—boots thudding, legs wide, arms chopping the air with every step. At one point, she wrinkled her nose, then tilted her head to jam her pinky in her ear to remove a bit of wax, which she flicked off into the hallway without seeming to care a whit.

Several girls who witnessed this event developed an instant earwax fetish. Hard to blame them, honestly. Even something as that felt so... potent and sexy when she did it. Such is the power of the lesbian goddesss.

"Ah, there you are, Miss Fujinami!" Sakura said, standing directly in front of the classroom. "I need you."

She paused there for a moment longer than she strictly had to. Then, and only then, did she finish the sentence.

"To come to the nurse's station right away. For extra... Femininity lessons."

You might as well have dangled catnip in front of a cat. For Ryuunosuke? No, for the girls in the hallway. They were watching these two, biting their lips and imagining all sorts of sordid things going on between the two of them. But they all dismissed it as a passing dream. Obviously that's not what it meant at all, because the very idea that someone like Miss Sakura would do that with a student, on school grounds no less, went so against her personality type that, why, she'd have to have been thoroughly and totally corrupted by a semi-malevolant, very perverted and very powerful entity that desired nothing more than hot babes getting it on.

And what were the chances of that?

... Higher than zero, as it turned out.

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Upon arriving at the nurse's station, Sakura closed the door, then turned around to kiss Ryuunosuke on the mouth, with a bit of tongue for good measure. The girl didn't object. She didn't push Sakura away. She simply accepted it. There wasn't anything weird about this, it was simply further training to help her become more comfortable with her feminine side.

"So," Ryuunosuke sniffed. "What'd you want to see me about?"

Sakura stroked Ryuunosuke's cheek affectionately. Then licked her lips. "Turn around for a moment, please?"

Ryuunosuke shrugged, and did just that, letting Sakura get a really good look at the girl. There was no question of it. Her body had become a touch more feminine and girly than it had been already - and the girl certainly had potent feminine attributes. He behaviour, her language, her clothing, they all screamed 'boy' loud enough to cover them up, but if you took that away - A girly girl lay underneath.

Sakura was quite sure of it. Ryuunosuke's breasts were bigger than her own at this point. Her waist was more slender, her ass more full and round. It was warping her clothing too - In point of fact, it wasn't just filling her clothes out, but they seemed to be changing. Becoming... sexier. More desirable than they already were. Turning from ordinary boy's clothing into something more...

Sexy. No other way to put it. Sexy was the right word to use in this context. Let's take stock, shall we?

That shirt, first of all. It was showing of a decent amount of tummy. Not enough to be blatantly sexual, but there was still plenty of it there for anyone to see. The more obvious issue was that a few of the middle buttons weren't done up all the way - which meant you could see a decent amount of cleavage there. A very healthy amount, which would prove to be an enormous distraction to pretty much anyone that gazed upon her perfection.

Then there were the trousers, which were... let's just say that the boy's uniform wasn't meant to be so snug, nor so sheer. They were, in essence, more like a sheer black pair of yoga pants more than they were a pair of regular trousers. 

Any girl that could watch her walk by and remain remotely interested in men was not, in Miss Sakura's viewpoint, sane or possessed of effective eyesight. All the same, there was work here to be done, still.

"Did you enjoy our last training session?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," Ryuunosuke said. "I especially liked the part where I made Kurama my complete bitch."

Sakura paused for a moment to digest what she'd just heard. She nodded slowly, taking her time to properly - no, wait, she definitely needed some clarification here.

"I'm sorry?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I took her home with me last night and sat on her face for about an hour," Ryuunosuke said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "She made me breakfast this morning, started going on about how she was my total loveslave from now on. All thanks to your advice!"

"You're welcome," Sakura said. No sarcasm here, only wonder in her tone. Well, well. "In that case, let's focus on other aspects of your femininity... and let's see if we can't make other girls into your bitch, too..."