Story: UY C+S

 

The Labyrinth of Lust smelled of crushed lilies and warm skin. Ataru strode through the corridor, his new muscles rippling beneath a thin, sweat-soaked shirt. Normally, when he walked, he had his back hunched, his head low, but now he was walking upright and confidently, stalking down the hallway. The "processing" had stripped away his hesitation, replacing it with a calculated, predatory confidence. He felt like a god of lechery, a titan of the tease.

A shimmering wall of translucent silk blocked his path. Behind it, three holographic women danced in a slow, agonizingly rhythmic motion. They wore nothing but strategically placed pearls and a look of invitation that would have brought a lesser man to his knees.

Ataru grinned, leaning against the wall.

"Nice try, Scarlet. You think a few pixels can stop the new and improved Ataru Moroboshi?"

He reached out, his fingers grazing the silk. The wall pulsed, sending a wave of simulated heat through his palm. A voice, sultry and echoing, whispered in his ear.

<i>Prove your mastery, little spark. Find the point of maximum tension, or remain here in a state of eternal, unfulfilled longing.</i>

Ataru chuckled. He didn't fumble. He didn't panic. Maybe once he would have done that, but now... He closed his eyes, recalling the grueling lessons from the slutty teachers. He felt for the vibration in the air, the singular point where the magical energy converged. With a sudden, sharp jab, he pierced the center of the holographic dance.

The silk shattered like glass. The illusions vanished, leaving him standing in a small, dimly lit chamber. A single door stood open at the far end, leading back toward the main shrine.

"Too easy," Ataru declared, flexing a bicep that now looked like a carved boulder. "I'm coming for you, girls. Get your outfits ready, because the King of Perverts is back in session."

He burst through the final door, expecting a scene of desperate longing. He imagined the girls huddled together, weeping for his return, perhaps fighting over who got to hold his hand first. Ah! Some things simply don't change, do they?

Instead, he found them in the central courtyard, and the sight stopped him dead in his tracks.

Lum, Ran, Shinobu, and Ryunosuke weren't merely waiting for his arrival like horny woodnymphs. They were planning. They sat in a circle on a massive, velvet-covered lounge, dressed in the "processed" attire. Slips of translucent lace and silk that functioned more as frames for their bodies than as clothing. But it wasn't the outfits that froze Ataru's blood. It was the look in their eyes.

It wasn't the look of girls in love. It was the look of sharks scenting blood in the water.

"Oh, look," Ran purred seductively. She arched her back, letting her chest heave against a red ribbon that barely held on for dear sweet life, and goddamn its dear sweet life. "The battery finally leaked out of his maze."

Lum floated upward, her eyes clouded with a heavy, iridescent haze. She circled him slowly, her gaze traveling from his boots up to his jaw, lingering on the new definition of his chest. A little spark of electricity shot out of her, but there was no underlying threat behind it, as there might normally be. This was, instead, a spark of adoration and pure unbridled lust.

"My, my, Darling," Lum whispered, her voice dripping with a hunger that made Ataru's skin prickle. "You've grown. I wonder if those muscles feel as good as they look, or if they're just for show."

Ataru recovered his smirk, stepping forward confidently. For a moment there, he had almost reverted to his previous, dumb, hormonal mess of a wannabe playboy. "Miss me, babe? I've got some new techniques I've been dying to try out on you. Why don't we start with-"

"Shut up," Shinobu interrupted. Ataru blinked. Shinobu, the shy, modest Shinobu, was staring at him with a flat, analytical expression. She was leaning back on her elbows, her legs spread casually, revealing the sheer transparency of her lace.

"We've had a lot of time to think while you were playing in your little hole, Ataru," Shinobu said. "We've discussed the logistics. The distribution of resources. The efficiency of the experience."

Ataru frowned. "Logistics? Distribution? What are you talking about?"

Ryunosuke stood up, her towering frame casting a shadow over him. She wasn't wearing her chest wrap, or indeed anything over them at all. Her heavy breasts swayed freely, her nipples fully and truly erect. She stepped into his personal space, her scent, a mix of salt and musk, overwhelming him. There was nothing feminine about her actions, but somehow that made it even hotter.

"We're talking about the fact that you're outnumbered four to one," Ryunosuke growled in a husky voice. She reached out, her hand gripping his chin with a strength that reminded him she was still a powerhouse. "And we've decided that your 'techniques' are a bit outdated. We've developed our own."

Ataru felt a sudden, unfamiliar sensation: he was intimidated and turned on at the same time. "N-Now hold on," Ataru stammered, trying to regain control. "I'm the one who cast the spell! I'm the one who-"

"The spell just opened the door, Darling," Lum interrupted, floating behind him and pressing her soft, warm chest against his back. She whispered into his ear, her tongue darting out to lick his lobe. "We're the ones who walked through it. And now, we've found that we like the view from this side much better."

Ran slid off the lounge, her movements fluid and serpentine. She circled to his front, her eyes locked on his groin.

"I wonder," Ran mused, tapping playfully at her chin. "If he can handle a simultaneous approach. Or will he break the moment we stop asking and start taking?"

Ataru let out a nervous laugh. "Taking? Who's taking what? I'm the one who does the taking around here!"

"Is that so?" Shinobu asked, standing up and joining the circle. She walked toward him with a predatory grace, her eyes scanning him like a piece of meat. "Then tell me, Ataru. If you're the master, why are you shaking?"

Ataru looked down. His knees were indeed trembling. Not from fear, though there was a bit of that, but from the sheer, concentrated intensity of the lust radiating from the four of them. It was a physical force, a wall of heat that threatened to drown him.

"I'm not shaking!" Ataru yelled. "I'm... I'm vibrating with excitement!"

"How cute," Ran giggled, her hand sliding up his thigh. "He thinks he's still in charge. Darling, do you really think those little muscles make you the alpha here?"

"I-well, yes!"

"Wrong answer," Lum whispered, her hands sliding down to grip his buttocks, squeezing with a sudden, violent intensity.

Ataru let out a strangled yelp.

"You see," Lum continued, "the thing about being a pervert is that it's a form of hunger. And we've been starving for hours. You're not the hunter anymore, Ataru. You're the feast."

Ryunosuke leaned in, her face inches from his. "I want to see if you can keep that smug look on your face while I'm using you as a footstool. Or maybe I'll just pin you to the floor and see how many times I can make you scream 'please' before I let you breathe."

Ataru swallowed hard. "Now, wait a minute. Let's be reasonable. We can work something out. A schedule! A rotation! I can satisfy all of you, just not at the same time-"

"Who said anything about a schedule?" Shinobu asked, her voice devoid of its usual hesitation. She reached out, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. "We've decided that 'reasonable' is boring. We want 'excessive.' We want 'depraved.' We want the kind of things that would make even you blush, Ataru."

Ran leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "I want to see you beg. I want to see the great Ataru Moroboshi reduced to a sobbing mess, pleading for just one more touch. I want to be the one who pushes you past your limit until you forget your own name."

Ataru tried to step back, but Lum's grip on his backside held him firm. He was trapped. The circle closed in, a kaleidoscope of lace, skin, and hungry eyes.

"Wait!" Ataru shouted. "I'm the world's unluckiest boy! This can't be happening! I'm supposed to be the one doing the groping!"

"That's the beauty of it," Lum purred, her lips brushing against his. "Your luck finally changed. You've finally found someone more perverse than you."

"That's impossible," Ataru whispered. But he knew, somehow, that they were right. He was getting exactly what he wanted, and somewhere in the world, the finger on a monkey's paw was curling.