Needless to say, but Shirley Fenette was not in the very best of moods. Normally she was a kind and cheerful girl, the sort who could look happy even on days where the rain wouldn’t stop and the sky was grey and washed out.
"So, ready to become a pervert?" Miya asked cheerfully. Shirley turned around on the massage table and stuck out her tongue. "Ooh, don't worry. I have a few ideas of what you can do with that."
"You won't break me," Shirley protested, though honestly she was a little nervous. "You really think anything you can do will be worse than Milly Ashford? Get real! Besides which, other people will have to use this pool, and you can't hold me forever. Someone will notice I'm missing and come looking."
"Oh gosh. You really think so?" Miya asked. "You think that other people will come to use the pool in the next half hour?"
Chipper, confident and bubbly as ever. She took in a deep breath, and then Miya's hands firmly gripped her shoulders. They were moist. Smelled like lavender.
“You think you can turn me into a ravenous slut within half an hour? God, you are more arrogant than I thought.” Shirley said, trying to wiggle out of the busy girl’s grasp. Miya tittered knowingly, and then set to work rubbing Shirley's shoulders. Tsk. She'd give her this much. The girl did know how to do a shoulder rub. Not too much force, nor too little. In spite herself Shirley started to relax a little.
Then Miya started going a little further down her back, and she tensed right back up. Ah! She knew how this was going to go! First Miya would get under her guard, then start touching places she shouldn't, a little at a time to try to make it feel natural - and then she'd start doing other dirty things too!
"Gosh, you are so tense," Miya said, suddenly pushing down hard on the middle of Shirley's back. "There's a knot here that Alexander couldn't cut through, you know? There we go, much better. Teehee!"
"Oh, I'm tense? Gee I wonder why?" Shirley sarcastically asked. "I'm being massaged by a pervert, who is trying to make me into a pervert! That would make anyone tense!"
"No, no. This tension has been here a while now," Miya mused. "You can tell when someone's tense because they're currently a bit stressed out, or long term stress. I'd say you've been working too hard. All work and no play -"
"Keeps Shirley from being a horny slut? Is that what you're leading to?" Shirley huffed.
"Actually, I was going to say..." Miya then stopped, leaned in close, and whispered in Shirley's ear. "Makes Shirley an easy mark for a practical joke!"
The sound of gentle playful laughter began to fill the pool area. Shirley looked around at all the other club members, still in their stupid slutty swimsuits. Laughing and chuckling at her. Wait, what? What was this now?
"We've noticed it for a while now," Miya said, resuming her massage. "You've been way too stressed out recently. It's really not healthy, you know."
Huh? Huh?! What?! Looking around, the other club members were nodding in agreement. This was all a practical joke? Why those - If anything this was making her even more pissed off!
"This is really not funny!" Shirley yelled.
"No, it's not," Miya agreed. "It's not funny how you're working yourself ragged. It's not funny how distracted you get sometimes when you're here. So we figured we'd try to break the ice a little, make you realise how stressed you were getting. Now we can focus on getting you to relax a little."
"Oh, you really are hopeless aren't you?" Shirley yelled. "You really think this kind of practical joke would help me out?"
"Yep. So, lie still a moment and I'll drain that tension right out of you. Then we can get back to swimming, and you'll feel like a brand new girl."
Shirley huffed again, but she honestly did feel a little more relaxed now. Angry, but still more relaxed than before. Ugh! That kind of practical joke was beyond the pale, even Milly wouldn't go that far! Still. The fact that they were willing to do that must mean that she was a little more stressed than she'd thought she'd been. Had she actually been working that hard?
And, well... Miya was doing a perfectly ordinary backrub. She hadn't made any attempt to go too low and grab her butt. She hadn't tried to sneak around to get a hold of Shirley's breasts. It had actually been perfectly chaste. She took a deep breath, and finally let herself relax.
Up until she heard a weird noise, took a look, and saw her fellow swim club members discarding their swimsuits and holding onto each other, kissing lewdly right there in the pool.
"H-hey, what're they doing?"
And then, Shirley felt something incredibly soft land on her right ankle. Correction, two incredibly soft somethings, wrapped around either side of her ankle. She looked back with mounting horror, and found that Miya was standing by her feet, top off and her two massive breasts turned out to be those somethings.
"Oh, they got a little too heated up when they saw me set up for the 'real' massage," Miya said, all innocence and smiles. "My super special titty massage will knock your socks off!"
“I am not wearing any socks unfortunately for you.” Shirely said, rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. However, she was singing a different tune a moment later when Miya began to move her boobs up Shirley's legs, as she let out a moan that was more wanton than any other sound she'd heard in her life.
"See, there we go! I knew you could make a good sound if you were given the right motivation!" Miya said. Before Shirley could protest, Miya pulled back and started working her boobs up her left leg next. "My titty massage is one of a kind. You can't find this kind of softness in anything but natural boobage."
Then she pulled up, and let her breasts rest on Shirley's butt. One boob per cheek,. She then put her hands behind her head and began to rotate her shoulders, causing her rock hard nipples to poke into Shirley's back and ah ah ah why does it feel good? Why does it feel so good?!
"By the way, the pool water is dosed with a special substance we've been working on," Miya said. "In conjunction with the swimsuit you were wearing, it makes your skin a bit more sensitive." Miya then pulled back and smacked Shirley hard on the butt. It sounded like someone had cracked a whip out here. "Well, more sensitive to pleasure responses at least. You didn't even feel that, did you?"
No, actually. She hadn't felt that at all. But she sure felt it when Miya resumed massaging her butt with her boobs! Oh, fuck! That was every bit as stupid sounding as it felt amazing, which really said something.
"Of course, it needs a little time to work... and it doesn't work so good if your muscles are all super tensed up. So, sorry Shirl. Had to tell a little white lie there. You'll forgive me, right?"
She tried to tell her exactly what she was thinking, but all that came out was a burbling mess.
“Don’t worry, it only gets better and better the longer it is given time to work. Why, I doubt it is even halfway to peak effectiveness. There is still a lot of fun we can have together.” There was an excited, almost manic note to her voice.
Mercifully, finally, she moved her boobs away from Shirley's butt. Less mercifully she started pushing them up the small of her back instead.
"Such a fit body you have," Miya said. "It really is a perfect ten. Your waist, your legs, your breasts, your pretty face... everything works together perfectly. A true masterpiece. I can't wait to see what you're like when your lust is unleashed."
"Wh-Who says I'll give in that easily?" Shirley moaned, writhing under Miya's expert touch.
"Oh, right! Duh, goofy little me, forgetful as always," Miya tittered. She playfully tapped herself on the side of the head. "Okay, so, in the club right now we had a big debate over what was better. Breaking someone who didn't know what was going on, or breaking someone who knew exactly what was happening. Well, we didn't have enough data points to come to a conclusion, so we're going to try out both. Clever, right? So, I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do to break you free of this prudish nature of yours."
"Step one," Miya said. "I'm going to rub down your entire body with my big old titties. Hrm... Big young titties? Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, I can make a person cum any time I want when doing this."
"Oh, please. Now you're just - fuuuuuuuuh."
"You like that?" Miya asked while pushing her breasts firmly together against Shirley's back. "There's more where that's coming from. Hehehe."
"Th-This won't make me into a pervert!" Shirley protested.
“Oh really? And what if I could teach you this trick once we are done? Why, imagine doing this to a certain boy you would like to have eating out of your hands.”
"You leave Lelouch alone!"
"I didn't say anything about Lelouch," Miya playfully said. "Besides which, I'm not the one that would be going after him, now would I?" To Shirley's annoyance she realised that for a while now Miya had been keeping her hands clasped together behind her back. She was quite deliberately only touching her with her breasts and yet- it felt like she was being pinned down by invincible strength.
"Anyway, in a minute or so I'm going to flip you onto your back and then start over from your ankles again, working my way up your front until I get to your boobs. Then I'm going to smoosh our boobies together, you'll moan despite yourself, I stick my tongue down your throat and... that should about do it."
"Wh-What, really?" Shirley asked. By now Miya had reached her shoulder blades. Which was in fact right where she'd started this off, come to think. "That seems kind of..."
She stopped cold.
"Kind of what?" Miya asked. "Oh. Anticlimactic? Well, if you insist."
Miya's boobs pushed down around either side of the back of Shirley's head. It was stupid. It was so, so stupid. Yet she couldn't keep from cumming again, this time harder than the last time. How? How was she doing that?! It didn't make any sense at all, the human body didn't work that way!
“So I was quite curious to see how the other option would work, but brainwashing.. boobwashing..? Well this is also fine. Just let me drown your silly little head in titties.” A voice said, but it was hard for Shirley to really remember to whom it belonged because ohhhh.. her brain felt fuzzy and nice..
Endure it. Just endure it. Th-that was the best thing to do. Make a point of enduring it, and then you'll be fine. That would prove Miya wrong about this corruption thing for certain, right? If she went all the way through it and was still as 'prudish' as ever! Yeah, that would show her! She would resist out of sheer bloody mindedness!
Wait, when had she been flipped over?
"Say, how do you get on with the rest of the student council anyway?" Miya asked. "I know that Milly's a tease, you like Lelouch... but what about the rest?"
"I- ah get on - oooh - fine with -eeeh- all of - uuuh - themmmmmm!" She couldn't control her voice anymore. While trying to speak she was making all these weird noises without meaning to! It was those boobs at fault here, pressing up against her sensitive skin and being all big and squishy and soft!
"Not feeling talkative, eh?" Miya asked. Ah! She was already up to Shirley's thighs! "Well, how about this. Our research would be quite invaluable in helping you learn how to seduce that vice president you like so much."
Okay, ignore her, she's trying to get into your head. Think about other things, like... Like techniques you could use to improve your swim time. Alright! Your backstroke time is pretty solid, but you need to work on your flutter kick a bit more. Maybe work on that next time you have the chance.
Miya was rubbing her nipples around in a circle around Shirley's navel, occasionally slipping them in. Pushing in hard. Really hard. Breathing. Breathing!
Ignoring her! Focus on the swimming techniques that you should be working on! Like the front crawl. Yeah, that's the ticket! Th-The angle her arm was hitting the water, that might be something she could work on. It was coming in a little too quickly, meaning it was less efficient, which meant she had a good chance of tiring herself out before she finished. Definitely work on that.
Miya was working up from her stomach now. Trailing her nipples up Shirley's abdomen. Teasing. Slowly. Smiling down at her warmly and -
Techniques! Alright what about the breast stroke? The... breast... stroke? It was no use. She couldn't visualise it. Not without focusing on those... those stupidly big boobs! What if Miya was right? What if this did break her? Any second now their breasts would smoosh together, and she was sure she'd moan, and then they'd kiss and then -
"Your body has already given up," Miya said. "Your mind will follow soon."
Forget that! Forget enduring it! Shirley pushed Miya away and ran for the door, uncaring that it was locked or not. She was going to pound it until someone came to help. She reached it, pulled on the handle and then - it opened! She hadn't thought it would. Never mind, without a second thought Shirley rushed into the girl's changing room -
"Oh, hi Shirley."
And ran straight into Kallen.
"K-Kallen, you've got to help me," Shirley said. "Miya, she's trying to turn me into a pervert!"
Kallen smiled a sleepy, gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'll help you," she said.
Then she grabbed hold of Shirley with surprising strength and pulled her into a kiss. Kallen was holding her nice and close, hands on Shirley's hips keeping her firmly in place as she got an unexpected taste of the girl she thought of as her main romantic rival for Lelouch's affections...
"By which, she meant 'help you turn into a pervert'," a new voice said. Shirley felt herself being turned around, still lip locked with Kallen. Wait, couldn't she easily break free of this? It wasn't like her head was being held in place or anything.
But before that became an issue she felt a very distinct yet familiar pressure on her chest. Out of the corner of her vision she saw Miya standing there triumphantly with her hands behind her head. Which meant she was standing here naked, sandwiched between Kallen and Miya as Kallen kissed her and Miya -
"Mmmmf," Shirley whimpered. Maybe being a pervert wouldn't be so bad...?
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