Normally, if Ayeka and Ryoko ended up creating a contest to see who was more desirable to Tenchi, a contest of sexiness was probably not the first concept that would come up. Ayeka most likely would have tried to cook a proper meal for Tenchi, treat him in a respectful manner, and perhaps go out for a ballroom dance if there was an elegant affair in town. Ryoko, on the other hand, would have taken a lewder route. While she was already the more sexually aggressive of the two girls, she knew from experience that Tenchi was pretty much immune to direct attack, as multiple attempts had proven. Her idea of ‘enticing’ Tenchi would have been the complete opposite of Ayeka’s. Instead of a fancy dinner, they’d get cheap food in a loud place where they could chat and make fun of the other residents at the Masaki household. Instead of treating him nice, she’d be her normal, boisterous self, which would have meant several prods and pokes to the young man and maybe some intentionally embarrassing statements while they were in public. Dancing was still a possibility, but Ryoko would have envisioned it as both of them being completely sloshed, grinding into each other as she wore down his defenses with booze, boobs, and more booze.
For the two characters of this fictional realm, this would have been totally in-character for them. However, Yumi’s perverted manga had other things in mind. Dancing wasn’t fun without excessive groping. Food wasn’t sexy unless it was draped over a naked body. And clever dialogue tended to get in the way of a good sex scene, especially if the lexicon went over the reader’s heads. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend a difficult set of words when all the blood flow in the brain was rushing to the gentialia. Now that the doujinshi had its hooks in the stars of one of its volumes, Ayeka and Ryoko's minds were being warped without them even realizing it. A competition to entice Tenchi? The first search result for both their brains came out to wet t-shirt contest. Obviously. If only they knew such a saucy display was only the first part of their new perverted lifestyle. Something as simple as wet t-
shirts wouldn't even be worthy of the manga cover.
"So the event is decided then?" Ayeka said, still staring into Ryoko's eyes. She couldn't help but think it was an incredible shame that such a lovely pair of golden eyes had to belong to one of the most horrid people on this planet or any other. They had debated for several minutes over what they would do to test Tenchi's desires, and hadn't yet moved from their enticing poses, with Ryoko's strong set of jiggly breasts pushing into Ayeka's proud, bouncy melons. They didn't even realize the squish between them grew a bit wider as their busts swelled up an extra inch to make it all the more erotic.
"Absolutely. Prepare to have your cute little butt kicked to the heavens," Ryoko said with a snicker as she pushed forward to make Ayeka back off. Ayeka gave her a look between shock and anger, causing her bottom lip to quiver before she caught herself. It was a good thing the princess was never wearing makeup, if she put a small coat of lipstick on those lips she'd be even more desirable, Ryoko thought to herself.
"I would not make such a preposterous claim and expect it to become fact," Ayeka said, standing up straight and patting herself down to adjust her outfit, spending longer than needed on her breasts. "Then I propose we both go and visit Master Tenchi at the same time in order to best ascertain where his gaze travels once our breasts are wet and clinging to a simple t-shirt."
"Don't forget the eye-gouging perky nipples," Ryoko joked, taking her index fingers and placing them approximately on her own areolae, to demonstrate her point.
"Well that is simply one of the many facets that will be a grading point in this competition. Now, if you excuse me, I shall have to go borrow a large shirt from Mihoshi or someone else, a princess like myself does not bother with such ill-fitting clothing. I should see about procuring a pair of casual pants as well, I suppose."
"Ohhhh no. No no no," Ryoko said, shaking her head. "We said wet t-shirt contest. Not wet t-shirt and sweatpants contest. Besides, it would be cheating if you wore something that clung to those womanly hips of yours." To prove her point, Ryoko grabbed Ayeka by her hips and shook the girl back and forth some, as if trying to get the girl into a belly dance routine. Ayeka pushed the blue-haired woman's hands away and placed her hands on her own hips, to protect Ryoko from grabbing them again. This did have the added bonus of her jutting out her boobs again. Boobs that were still jiggling from Ryoko's shaking. As Ayeka held her own hips, she found that Ryoko did have a fair point, she did have hips that befit royalty. But Ryoko had an advantage that she had to eliminate as well.
"Very well. If you are so insecure in your own hips that you know mine are superior, then we shall keep this fair. That also means that we wear shirts long enough to cover our stomachs. You have an inhuman metabolism, that waistline of yours is ridiculously thin,' she said firmly. Ryoko just smirked, tilting her head.
"Sounds good to me, princess. Contest is going to be all about these!" she said, pushing her breasts together with a smile.
"None of that either! Whatever one of us does the other has to mimic to make it fair," Ayeka said, copying Ryoko's motions to squish her own breasts together. With the conditions firmly set, they went off to procure the proper clothing. As Ayeka had pointed out earlier, she'd never wear a baggy t-shirt. Ryoko may have owned some shirts, but they'd all fit her properly. The perverted doujinshi was deadset on getting the girls into sopping wet, white t-shirts, and bouncing around like they were generating energy with their wobbling, moist melons. So, as Ryoko and Ayeka left to go find what they needed, they both had perfect knowledge of where they could obtain the shirts. With only barely a thought as to why she had agreed so easily to something that she'd normally see as demeaning, Ayeka stripped down into the nude, and put the t-shirt on over her body. "There we are. This should do nicely," she said, turning her head from side to side to examine the shirt and made sure it covered everything.
"Alright, princess, let's see how my moist sweater puppies compare to your wet dogs," the space pirate said with a snicker as she went to go find Ayeka and Tenchi. When the duo finally met up, they stared at each other for a moment and nodded, walking in unison towards Tenchi like two flies heading for a lightbulb.
Tenchi was pacing around outside of Washu's lab, waiting for an okay that he could go back in and see the mysterious girl. A title which he soon remembered was redundant as that described every other female in his life. Washu had insisted he leave because Washu wouldn't 'have this young maiden's innocence tainted by you being the first thing she sees when she wakes up'. It was Ayeka that caused her to faint anyway, he thought to himself.
"Master Tenchi."
"Lover boy."
Tenchi sighed as he heard two familiar voices. Ayeka and Ryoko being next to each other always spelled trouble even on the rare occasions they managed to work together. He turned around to see them and was quite taken aback by their unusual choice of clothing. Their shirts were so big it almost looked like they weren't wearing underwear, which they weren't. And their expressions indicated they had planned this, which they did. Then there was the fact that they each had a hose attached to Washu's lab, with their thumbs on the nozzle, pointed at the other girl. It made it seem like they were about to spray each other, which they were. When the water finally let loose from the hose, even the tough-as-nails Ryoko was unprepared for how cold it was.
"Oh good heavens, ah!" Ayeka shouted. Despite her obvious discomfort as her entire body was soaked in water, not just her shirt, her voice sounded less pained and more aroused. High-pitched gasps escaped her lips amidst the yelps of chilled water hitting every pore of her skin and seeping into her breasts.
"Oh, god, wow th-that's cold!" Ryoko moaned, feeling her entire body stiffen up. By 'her entire body', she really just meant her nipples. When she had gotten naked in order to put on the t-shirt, her nipples looked completely normal. Now that they had been exposed to even the tiniest amount of cold, they were as long and thick as her thumb. They had hardened up and poked into her shirt, which was so wet that the outline of her breasts could be clearly seen even from Tenchi's position.
Speaking of Tenchi, the young man was absolutely flabbergasted at what he was watching. Ryoko, he could understand doing this, but Ayeka? Had Washu run some weird experiment on her to make her a perfect copy of Ryoko? Or had she been blackmailed by Ryoko, or possibly drugged by the space pirate? He had to figure out what was going on here. Of course, it could wait until they had finished their erotic display.
After several minutes of hosing, the girls were sure they were soaked to the bone. Ayeka groaned as she shivered, sending goosebumps all over her skin. She spread her arms above her head and stretched, causing her bust to jut out several inches from her body, like the breasts were hovering away from her body. Ryoko repeated the action, but then leaned forward, causing the shirt to cling to her cleavage drawing Tenchi's gaze to her big, sopping breasts. Ayeka noticed where Tenchi's eyes went, and altered her position to try and seduce him even more. She placed one arm under her bust, lifting it up slightly. This had an extra effect of lifting up her shirt more and more, ensuring that Tenchi figured out the princess, the prude to end all prudes, was going commando. The fact her milky thighs just went on and on without stopping confirmed it.
"Mm, not bad, princess, but try this one on for size," Ryoko said. She arched her back and grabbed the back of her shirt to pull it extra tight against her body. Every delicate curve of her body could be seen, a body that was both dangerous and voluptuous. She didn't pull up her shirt to the point her pussy was almost exposed, but what she did do was almost better in a way. The shirt was so tight against her thighs and womanhood that her observer saw the sensual v-shape of her slit, and a slight cameltoe as well. Tenchi's throat felt dry all of a sudden, despite the massive amount of moisture in the air.
"You dare think you can beat me with such a paltry maneuever?" Ayeka said, gasping in faux-shock. She pouted defiantly and pushed her breasts together, angling them so her nipples danced with each other. Ryoko let go of her own body and just bounced up and down several times, causing her breasts to jiggle around in a tantilizing display. Ayeka changed positions to match Ryoko, and this game continued for several minutes with each girl putting on a sexy pose to get a bit of a stronger gaze from Tenchi. After a while though, it was clear they were out of ideas. For how to show off their bodies by themselves.
"Mm, are those the biggest your nipples can get?" Ryoko said, grabbing Ayeka all of a sudden and pushing their breasts together. Both girls let out subtle moans from their nipples clashing, but Ayeka's was definitely louder. She glared at Ryoko and grabbed the woman's breasts harshly, digging her manicured nails into the bluenette's titflesh. This got an even louder moan out of Ryoko.
"Are you in jest? You criticize my nipples while your whole chest is so lewd it's almost incomprehensible?" Ayeka gave her breasts a few more squeezes before Ryoko returned the favor by pinching the purple-haired woman's perky, swollen nipples. Ayeka manage to recover after a minute and squeezed Ryoko's breasts together as hard as she could. When that didn't seem to do much, she reached down and grabbed the hose again, placing it right between the mischevious woman's chest and spraying it until Ryoko knocked the hose out of her hand. Tenchi wanted to step in, but something in the back of his mind told him not to, at least not until it was all over.
Sadly, 'over' was soon, as both girls were getting exhausted. Their bodies wet and cold, causing them to shiver against each other. They were starting to need warmth, subconsciously grabbing more and more of each other in an attempt to heat themselves. It finally culminated when they both hugged each other, causing their breasts to push against each other so much that one of Ryoko's nipples actually managed to slip out of the neckline, despite it being impossible with real-world physics. Their faces were only inches apart, as their hot breath caused the last few droplets of water on their skin to evaporate. Their pussies tingled, and not just from the water. Both girls insisted it was because Tenchi had been watching them for so long.
"So, who won?" Ryoko said, panting as she looked at Ayeka. Ayeka shook her head and turned her gaze to Tenchi, still holding onto her rival in love.
"Master Tenchi? Which girl enticed you more?" she asked, being blunt. She figured it was the best way to avoid prolonged embarrassment.
"I... uh, um, wh-wha, b-b-b...." Tenchi stammed. After a few seconds, both girls returned their gaze to each other.
"It's a tie!" they both said in mixed emotions of anger and excitement. Without another word, they released each other and returned to inside the house to plot another contest, while Tenchi stood there, dumbfounded.
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