Back in the lab, Washu and Yumi watched as Ayeka managed to finish her alterations and somehow have time to admire her handiwork in the mirror. At first glance, it looked like any of the princess’s robes, but a more thorough look revealed two things. Firstly, Ayeka’s now bounteous cleavage was well on display, with the garment open from just above her bust to just below. The overall effect was to give the princess a positively distressing amount of cleavage. Second, the skirt of the robe was practically painted on to Ayeka’s ass. This made it hard for her to walk with anything but the smallest strides, bringing to Yumi’s mind images of women in kimonos back in their day.
“You know,” she said, musing aloud mostly for her own benefit, “Ayeka has somehow managed to hit on something that is both traditionally attractive to the Japanese eye, while bringing a level of sexy to it that is absolutely not traditional.”
“Earthlings really get off on the weirdest things.” Yumi had almost forgotten she was with Washu. “The variety of little things that can totally warp their sexualities is fascinating.”
“While I’m sure we’ll get a good show keeping up with Ayeka, where the heck is Ryoko?”
“Well, based on the chore board for the week, Ayeka will be working with Ryoko to hang laundry,” Washu answered.
“Which means Ayeka will do most of the work while Ryoko lazes around close enough to be there if someone looks, but where Ayeka can’t easily find her.”
“Bingo. If nothing else, you seem to know us well.”
“Like I said earlier, I always found your world interesting, so why wouldn’t I try and understand all of you?” Yumi realized that probably sounded a little weird and cringed inwardly for a moment before continuing.
“I’d bet one of the trees outside by the path up to the shrine. Close enough she can step in if someone comes looking, but far enough away that Ayeka can’t easily see her, and the princess is too responsible to go looking.”
Washu pulled out the remote she was using to control their views throughout the house and started adjusting their views. After shifting through a couple of trees in the area Yumi suggested, the pair found themselves with a closeup of Ryoko lounging in branches just far enough up to be out of sight from the ground. Washu pulled the view over to where Ayeka’s room had once been, then pulled over several views of where Ayeka was getting to work on hanging the laundry.
“Okay, that was a little spooky,” Washu said. “You sure you’re not holding out on me?”
Yumi shook her head. “I’m just remembering what I can from the plot of the story they’re following.”
“Care to share, then?” Washu was getting a little close for Yumi’s comfort.
“What, and spoil the fun?” Yumi teased back. “Would you tell me your whole plan if you were orchestrating this whole thing?”
“Fair enough, but if things stop being entertaining, maybe I’ll just go back to experimenting on you.”
Reminded how easily things could turn into some sort of porn plot with her at its center, Yumi watched quietly and tried to imagine what Ryoko was thinking while half-dozing.
Ryoko was riding the high of one of the best days she’d had in forever. Things had started off normally, but after the whole commotion with that strange girl, Ryoko had managed to snag the manga in the girl’s bag. And what manga those had been. Ryoko had seen plenty of romance stories, but these shorter stories were absolutely raunchy. She’d hauled them off to a spot that was unlikely to be searched, so she could study them at her leisure later. Of course, Ryoko had at least taken a brief look at all of them. How else was she supposed to decide whether they were worth reading? Come to think of it, her idea to get Tenchi’s attention had come from skimming through the comics. Seeing a character that looked a little like her was weird, but hey, that explained why no one batted an eye at her here on Earth, their imaginations were so wild that they’d already thought of everything, it seemed like.
Why couldn’t more races in the galaxy just write illustrated guides to their culture and courting habits? Clearly, what Ryoko had read in the past was just basic stuff, the first part of getting a potential partner’s attention. In fairness, for Earthlings, it seemed like that was the complicated part, or at least her new reading made it seem that way. They all seemed to end in the same way, which was exactly what Ryoko wanted from Tenchi in the first place, so it made sense to see if any of the techniques worked. She’d found Tenchi before he left to work in the fields, and Ryoko did exactly what she’d seen, which was to shove Tenchi into her cleavage. When Tenchi managed to get away, the young man had a nosebleed, which based on Ryoko’s research, indicated he was sexually attracted to her, which was a reaction she hadn’t seen since the first few times Washu set the bathroom door to go to the onsen if it was Tenchi and he walked in on one or more of the ladies bathing. Ryoko was also surprised by how physically stimulating Tenchi’s face had been rubbing against her tits, which was not something she’d considered before. The space pirate had escaped to take care of some needs after that and found out a lot about how pleasurable certain parts of her body could be. Earth mating habits were amazing if all of them felt this good! It was a shame that their culture was so backwater that the concept of polygamy was alien to them, it would be so much easier if Tenchi just told Ryoko and the princess that he wanted them both. Then the two ladies could just sort out the details and enjoy their prize.
Now, though, Ryoko was just relaxing and reliving that moment earlier with Tenchi while she kept an eye out for trouble. In this case, trouble was Washu or Sasami coming out to make sure Ryoko was doing her share of work hanging laundry, but it seemed that Washu, at least, was otherwise occupied. Come to think of it, hadn’t she been locked up in her lab with that girl that fell from the sky all day? Ryoko did not envy that girl. Depending on Washu’s mood, the new girl may have been taken apart and put back together or worse. Still, that was one less thing to worry about while Ryoko enjoyed a lazy afternoon. Based on what she’d seen in the kitchen earlier, dinner was an involved affair, so that meant that unless Ayeka wanted to start something, Ryoko was clear to just lay out here and keep an eye for Tenchi coming back from the fields until it was time to wrap things up. Thankfully, most of the time, that stuck up princess was too worried about making sure the work got done. Plus, they’d both gotten chewed out the last time Ayeka tried to force Ryoko to help, and if nothing else, Ryoko could count on Ayeka not doing something that got her a scolding from her younger sister and Tenchi.
As Ryoko started to doze off, she looked over at Ayeka hanging laundry and thought to herself that something looked off, but decided it was just her overthinking things…
As the sun started to set, Ryoko finally got up from her near-sleep state. Sure enough, the majority of things had been hung. That meant it was time to show up and do enough so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. The space pirate casually warped from the branch she’d been lounging in over to the baskets of laundry being hung. Ryoko had grabbed several garments and hung them before she realized that something was different with the princess. Ryoko took a moment to just look her rival over and realized Ayeka had almost certainly broken one of their rules in their fight for Tenchi’s affection. While the easiest thing to notice was that Ayeka had gotten taller than any of the other girls frequenting the Masaki house, Ryoko could also see that the princess had somehow blown up her tits and ass to an almost absurd degree. In fact, she was pretty sure she’d seen a figure like that in…
“Have you been reading my comics?” Ryoko demanded.
Ayeka looked confused. “Ryoko, why would I read your comics? There are plenty of options that are here at the house that have been quite informative.”
“Then why are you all overinflated like that, huh? I know you aren’t normally that busty, princess.”
Ayeka gestured to her impressive cleavage. “Oh, this? Are you going to get upset because I broke one of the rules?”
“So you admit it, then?”
“Of course, but you broke the rules first, you harlot!”
“What do you mean I broke the rules first? I haven’t done anything that’d be against our rules!”
“Oh, and so what would you call what you did to Tenchi this morning?”
Shit, Ryoko had been caught. If she hadn’t mentioned her comics, maybe she could have played it off as not knowing that what she had done was a sex thing, but now Ayeka would demand to see the comics if she tried to play that card. What other options did she have?
“Your silence is all I need to hear to know you know you broke the rules of the game first.”
“Uh, hold up, can we pause this?” Yumi asked.
“Sure, easy,” Washu paused the feed with another button on the remote.
“Wait, did you just pause reality outside of the lab here?”
“Yup, stopping relative time outside this subspace is easy, and restarting is just as simple.” Yumi silently added “eternal sex slave” to the list of potential bad ends that could happen if she wasn’t careful with Washu.
“What rules are they talking about? I know they both are trying to get Tenchi to admit feelings for them, but I don’t know about any rules.”
“Well, obviously the two of them could easily overpower Tenchi and get what they want by force, but that’s not really love, is it?”
“Okay, that’s one rule, but what about the rest?”
“The relevant ones here are ‘no sexual activities without Tenchi consenting’ and ‘no body modifications to win Tenchi over.’ Ayeka’s pretty sure that Ryoko broke the first, and it seems like Ryoko can’t really argue otherwise, so Ayeka breaking the other rule isn’t really a violation of their agreement. With that agreement broken, pretty much anything goes for them again.”
“Alright, I’m caught up now,” Yumi said. “Back to the show!”
“So what if I did?” Ryoko snarled. “It’s been months since we agreed to this and nothing’s changed! Maybe the only way we’ll get through to him is if we use whatever’s available.”
“And that’s what I’m doing,” Ayeka agreed, closing the distance between herself and Ryoko. “We both know that Washu won’t help you without you owing her a favor, and if you owe her any more favors, you’re probably going to get to be a guinea pig for something she’s working on.”
“Of course it was Washu that helped you. But do you think Tenchi’s really going to pay attention just because you’ve strapped some balloons on up top?”
“Well, I’m hoping you’ll help me make sure that he will,” Ayeka answered.
Ryoko didn’t think that Ayeka could close the distance so quickly with those small strides, but by the time the space pirate realized what Ayeka was planning, the princess’s hands were already on Ryoko’s head.
“I suggest you take a deep breath, Ryoko, you’ll probably have quite a bit more trouble breathing than Tenchi did when you tried this out.”
Ryoko had just a moment to breathe before she found herself face-first in the princess’s admittedly impressive cleavage. Ryoko struggled, but Ayeka’s grip was strong, and the princess was squeezing her oversized breasts to increase the force keeping Ryoko from escaping. If she weren’t so busy struggling for air, Ryoko would have made a note to remember that trick for the future. Ryoko also had to admit that if Ayeka had asked nicely, then this would have been a lot more fun than it currently was. Which Ryoko probably realized was the point. Ayeka was punishing her for breaking the most inviolate rule in their game to win over Tenchi: do not force him into actions he would not agree to. All the stolen hugs and other touches Ayeka had put up with, but Ryoko had crossed a line today and was suffering the consequences.
Ayeka, on the other hand, had almost entirely forgotten why she was doing this to Ryoko. The princess had known her breasts were more sensitive after their growth earlier, but she hadn’t realized how good it would feel to have the space pirate struggling in her cleavage like this. More importantly, Ayeka was sure that her current size would be perfect. Ryoko’s head fit so well, surely Tenchi’s would as well. It was when Ayeka let out a soft moan of pleasure that Ryoko managed to struggle free and put some distance between herself and Ayeka.
“Hey, hey, if you wanted to just get it on with me, you should have just asked! No need to try and asphyxiate me in those monsters. And I get it, don’t do anything like that to Tenchi without his permission, right?”
“Yes. I think we can both agree to that rule. Otherwise…”
“Everything else is allowed. Deal?” Ryoko offered a hand out to Ayeka.
“Fair, for now.” The two shook on their new agreement.
Ryoko was pretty confident that Ayeka would probably be content to take out some pent up sexual frustration together if Ryoko made the offer, but the pirate was afraid of how horny the princess seemed to be. Ryoko had taken the liberty of snooping in Ayeka’s room several times over their time together at the Masaki house, and between the toys the princess kept in one box and the even more thoroughly hidden box of outfits and toys that Ryoko couldn’t immediately identify other than being confident that they were not meant for normal sexual activities, Ryoko had decided that there were probably two Ayekas in the bedroom. One who was meek and submissive, who probably would be the only Ayeka Tenchi saw in the bedroom unless he asked for something less vanilla, and one who was a full-on dominatrix and got off on inflicting pain on those who enjoyed it. The problem there was that Ayeka was an S and Ryoko was an M, and if she were to get that version of Ayeka, Ryoko was going to find herself as a loving slave to the princess, which, while admittedly hot given Ayeka’s current figure and all, was not Ryoko’s intended way of getting into Tenchi’s bedroom. Still, it was an option. If they weren’t fighting, then they could cooperate to engineer a situation in which they could relieve Tenchi of his virginity and share the spoils.
No, Ryoko had to get thoughts like that out of her head. Sure, Ayeka was tall and hot as hell, and admittedly looked good, even with the giant tits. And if Ayeka could pull off the curvy Amazon look, then Ryoko could kill it. Was there any way she could get Washu to help her out without owing the scientist even more than she already did? Ryoko did not want to be Washu’s guinea pig, but she did want access to all of the super science that could be used for similar improvements to what the princess had wheedled out of Washu.
Then it hit Ryoko. If Washu was studying the girl from the sky, then surely the girl’s stuff was of value. That meant Ryoko had at least five items to bargain with. There was no way that the princess could go five more rounds without owing enough to Washu for Washu to use her as a test subject. What a simple plan, and what good foresight to take off with the comics before anyone else could get them.
The ball was in Ryoko’s court. She had until dinner to decide what she wanted to do, or Ayeka would get to make a pass at Tenchi. The problem was that Ryoko had too many options…
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