So here's the thing about Benten. She's a tough chick, but she's also a stubborn one. Stubborn as a mule, as it happens. Doesn't take no guff from nobody, no-how! Sure, she's a pretty face. Hell, she has no problem using her hotness to get what she's after, but no man ever actually got her interest yet.
Dancing? She'd do that just fine. For the time being she was watching that ghost strut up and down the corridor without setting off the traps. Wait a sec here -
"Hey, how do I know you ain't setting off the traps cuz you're a -" Benten began. In response, the ghost sighed, stopped dancing, tried to take a step to the left - and was promptly blasted right back out again. "Oh, right."
"It's all important, you must understand," the ghost said. "Not merely the steps, but the motions of the rest of the body as well. You will never, ever reach the end of that hallway by merely striding. You must dance your way there."
Whispers whipped up in the hallway, warning her that someone was trying to make her not wanna do it, or shit like that. She tuned it out. No chance was she giving up anyway! But - urgh! Dancing was one thing, but -
"Maybe if there was a bit of music..." she muttered darkly to herself, and as if on cue, the music began. Aha? Kinda jazzy little beat, very catchy. She got up and started to dance -
"No, wait!" the ghost warned. "Not with your feet. Move your be- your abdomen. Roll your tummy muscles first, get a feel for that, and then we can go from there."
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At this point, it seemed that it was necessary to go back to basics. Benten's not an easy girl to manipulate. You'd think someone that was stubborn and competitive would be pretty trivial to work over - but the thing is, she's not stupid either. She knows if someone's playing her. If Ataru had tried to challenge her to a sex-off, or who was the better kisser, she'd smack him silly. Then toss him to Lum for a little electroshock therapy.
The other half of that was trying to teach her to bellydance. He'd seen her prancing around with Lum before while listening to music, so she didn't seem to have a problem with that. Instead, her problem seemed to be more like, resistance to bellydancing itself. She didn't seem to grasp the idea of it.
"Oh, I see!" she said, holding her hands over her head. "Like this?"
𝅘𝅥𝅯"Go ahead and rock that body. Work it girl, shake it girl, that body dominates the world~"𝅘𝅥𝅯
It did seem like there might be a bit of a breakthrough there. Her hands were, indeed, being held up over her head, and she was shimmying her hips from side to side. By jove, she's getting it! In no time flat she'd be doing figure eights. Lifting her legs up into the air, leaning back while waving her arms in front of herself, flicking that belly forward and back -
"Got it!" she chirped, and then she slammed her hips hard into the wall. Really, really hard. Then she took a few steps and slammed her hips into the other wall for good measure. Then she did that a few more times, a manic expression appearing on her face.
𝅘𝅥𝅯"Sexy girl, such a sexy girl. Gotta move that like a sexy girl~"𝅘𝅥𝅯
And then, she hopped down the hallway while slamming her hips into either side of the wall. Ataru's mouth fell down at the sight. That was... not what he was expecting.
𝅘𝅥𝅯"Gotta shake that ass, shake that ass, you love it when yo shake that ass~"𝅘𝅥𝅯
Not even in the same universe as what he was expecting... But you know what? It was still kinda working for him. Might as well let that slide, because - hot damn, that was weirdly turning him on.
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"Such a sexy girl, such a sexy girl..." Benten sang in her sleep, while squirming and writhing around. Otherwise fast asleep with a big smile on her pretty face. It wasn't quite a belly dance she was doing in her sleep, but it was actually a lot closer to one than what she'd been up to in the dream.
Perhaps it was a subconscious denial of wanting to do it? Maybe it was something in the dream state holding her back? Who knows? It's not as if we're diving into a person's unconsciousness and rewriting them to -
"Ohhh, Darling, you are soooo right~" Lum moaned in mid-air, floating around in her sleep while fondling her boobs and clenching her thighs around a hand in between them. "A harem is such a good idea~ Show me how much you love me, Darling~"
Ah, that's right, this is a story where Ataru is doing exactly that. Never mind - let's carry on!
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"Hehehe, aced that one!" Benten chuckled, tossing her prize up and down in the palm of her hand, strutting off like the cock of the walk. Absently, she plucked a banana from a nearby tree and started to suck on it. "Oooh that tastes nice~" And commence aggressive gobbling!
One down, two to go, and she'd even learned something kinda fun out of it. Hehe, belly dancing huh? Never heard of it before, must be an Earth thing. No matter, it wasn't a big deal or anything.
𝅘𝅥𝅯"Gotta move that body, move that body-"𝅘𝅥𝅯
"Alright, there's only two more of these things to get," she said. "It's not anywhere near sunset yet so I can't do that one. Guess I'm entering a wet t-shirt contest, huh?"
Never heard of that sorta thing either. No idea what she was getting into here, none at all. Whatever, Benten didn't really care. It didn't take her long to find the stage itself, almost as if reality itself was shifting to guide her to that very spot. There was a bunch of giggling girls all lurking there, wearing white shirts. Real snug white shirts. Didn't seem all that wet though...
"Here you go!" a guy wearing a hat that read 'judge' thrust a white shirt into her hands. Huh, for a moment there she thought it was that creep Ataru - until she saw the hat. That made it clear to her that it wasn't. "Go on, have fun, we'll explain the rules shortly!"
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Alright, so the obstacle course hadn't gone anything like what Ataru had intended. It was still plenty hot, but -
𝅘𝅥𝅯"Wiggle that butt gotta wiggle that butt gotta wiggle that, wiggle that, wiggle that butt"𝅘𝅥𝅯
For a moment there he was tempted to switch the damn music off - but nah, it was probably helping. Benten seemed to like it. He took a deep breath and manifested a microphone into it.
"Ladies!" he said in his coolest, most suave voice. The girls all giggled, except Benten who was looking around all confused. "It's time for the wet t-shirt contest! There will be three rounds of play! In round one - You will all stand in a line to be sprayed down with a hose!"
"And the last one standing wins, right?" Benten asked. The girls all broke out into cheers about this, which wasn't in the script! Ataru looked around and sure enough, the Chibis were messing with it again. Unfortunately, that seemed to be pretty established now. Fine.
"The second round is a sexy pose off!" Ataru huffed, removing any trace of ambiguity about it. The girl that can stand there, in a sopping wet white t-shirt, and look the sexiest, wins the point!"
"Wait, if this is three rounds and there are a dozen of us, how do three rounds determine the winner?" Benten asked. Guh!
"Ahem, pardon me," Ataru adjusted his collar. "What I mean to say is that you gain points in the first round based on how long you last. You gain points in the second round based on how sexy your posing is. As for the third round! You've gotta swallow as many bananas whole in a minute as you can, using only your breasts to pikc them up!"
Perfect. Flawless, even. Unlike the temple, unlike that obstacle course, there was no ambiguity about this at all!
𝅘𝅥𝅯"The bananas are a metaphor for Ataru's cock~"𝅘𝅥𝅯
Yep, the music would be a big help for this one. Hehehe! Let's see her work out a way to misunderstand this!
Oh, but Ataru, you should have been more careful about that. This is the kind of idea that Benten would love to take as a challenge...
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