It was a brand new day, and a routine had developed at the Osaka residence. Namely, Naru waking up surrounded by naked girls with enormous tits. The whole lot of them sleeping on the floor of her room, not a stitch of clothing on any of them and each of them with a hand upon a tit. Either their own, or someone else's. She had been the second to awake, as it happened - in front of her was their newest team member, Mana, who was standing in front of the mirror on the dresser examining her new chest.
"Good morning!" Naru chirped, huggin the tan skinned girl from behind, hands snaking around to get a squeeze of those delicious treats, while simultaneously rubbing her own right into Mana's back. "So? So? How do you feel now?"
"Nnnngha! Ah! Ah! Soo goood!" Mana moaned, throwing back her head. "Do they have to be so sensitive? It could interfere with our operations?"
Naru pouted. To be honest, it had taken a while for them to persuade Mana to take them seriously. It had taken Koneko hugging onto her waist while planting her face into Mana's cleavage, while Kirino pulled the back of Mana's head into her cleavage, Index pushing a nipple into Mana's gasping mouth, and Naru rubbing her breasts all the way up Mana's legs. A nipple pressed into the back of her thighs had apparently been the tipping point that made her achieve climactic understanding of their goal, and agreement that their group - while vigilante and amateurish in nature - had potential to be nurtured and grown.
And once they'd worn her down in getting her to join, Mana had methodically worn them down in bed. The girl was a machine. Apparently part Demon or something? Not sure how that differed from Devils like Koneko, but whatever. The point was, she'd formally joined the team now. Yay!
Mana pulled her mouth away from Index just long enough to ask a key question: "So, what is on the agenda today?"
Agenda? They were meant to have one of those? Uh, well. Let's see. Let's think for a moment shall we? "I guess... we go out on patrol?"
Once again, Mana managed to pull her lips away from Index's nipple - though from the sound she was making, she very much didn't want to be doing that - and asked a followup question.
"How do you expect us to get anywhere if all we're doing is patrolling? Shouldn't we be trying to find the - Mmmmm"
That 'mmmm' was because her lips snapped right back to greedily sucking on nipple. Index stroked her hair lovingly, encouraging Mana to drink greedily, so she didn't quite get to finish her thought. Still, it was enough to make Naru think things over here. Should they limit themselves to patrolling? Wouldn't investigation be better? Honestly, Mana seemed a lot more professional about this whole thing. They probably should listen to her. Once she'd finished breastfeeding from Index while receiving titty massages all over her body.
"Mmmph!" Mana moaned with a mouthful of milk. Actually, come to think of it... that might take a while.
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The dark and shadowy council convened yet again. They were an impatient lot at the best of times, and this was certainly not among those. Well. Why were they impatient? The answer- because the damned supposed forces of light were being a bit too slow for their tastes. They wouldn't mind so much, except that the nature of the threat they faced was outright ridiculous. Ludicrous, even! Hypnotic mammary glands, capable of reducing even asexual powerful youma with all the typical mental resistances built in to a pile of gibbering, horny, tits obsessed buffoons who were not worthy of their cause.
Ludicrous, utterly beyond common sense- and yet also very, very strong. Worryingly strong. A nigh invincible ability which necessitated them taking the desperate measure of warning the side of light about this power's existence, with the hope that both sides basically erased each other from existence.
However, that sort of hope was definitely not their style. Not when they could also do something like, say, move things along a little. They had scoured their ranks. Found the least useful youma of the lot of them. An idiot. A brute, who had no real talent for the sort of intricate schemes required to drain energy. Right now he was lurking in an ice cream parlour with an earpiece.
"Roar a little more," the leader instructed, and they did hear a [censored] roar from the other end. "Good, good."
"Thanks, boss!" the youma replied. You could hear the big toothy grin without having to see it. "I'ma beat those girls up good! Weak little pansies!"
Right. Whatever he says. The entire place was wired up so they could hear- but not see - everything that was going on around the place. A good chance for a bit more information, if nothing else. A big scary youma appearing there to threaten everyone was the perfect thing to draw the enemy out, and then - well, they could quite literally bring the house down on the whole lot of them.
There was a sound of hurried feet approaching. Someone was coming in! Was it police? Was it the do-gooders? The leaders of this dark empire held their breath in anticipation, and then -
"Hold it right there!" a girl's voice cried out. Not the police. Probably. "Threatening those who would enjoy their time with delicious ice cream! In the name of the Moon, you shall be punished!"
"Ah, nuts, it's just Sailor Moon," the leader groaned. "Dropping a building on her won't do anything. They'll shrug it off like it's nothing, so we can't even take advantage of this opportunity!"
"Hehehe, you girls go through growth spurt? Got big boobies!"
Oh, good! Good, that's great! Exactly what they wanted to hear! The effect was spreading, and the enemy they used to think was the biggest threat was now starting to enhance their own busts! Don't say it, they're bound to have a hypnotic effect as well, right? Honestly, the best chance they might have is if the other supernatural forces of this realm fought them after -
"Listen very carefully," the leader said. "Repeat after me. Your boobs are nice, but boss has nicer boobies." The youma repeated that. Good, good. "The mere sight of 'em makes people do as she says." Perfect, he repeated that too. "One glimpse of her tatas and she'll have you eating out of her hand."
Perfect. The ultimate, flawless plan! Better still than any other! The idea would be planted. The notion of their enemies being enemies of one another would soon sprout. The best part was, he wasn't even misleading them on the nature of the enemy's powers - hypnotic tits that they must try to avoid seeing at all costs. If any group could take them down, then it would surely have to be the Sailor Scouts!
Or... if they failed, and they fell under the control of this new group, that would serve as further evidence, wouldn't it? Of the danger they posed. Of the need for the other supernatural agencies of this world to step in and deal with the issue, once and for all. For any group that could brainwash them was a mighty threat indeed! Why, they might even be able to make use of the trap, still, and -
"Guys, the building is rigged to blow with some fairly high yield explosives!" said a voice that sounded smart, confident, but also weirdly shy at the same time. "Mars, Jupiter, I'll show you how to disarm them."
Oh well, never mind. At least she hadn't noticed the -
"Boss, the signal on our listening devices is being tracked! Cutting the signal now to keep our base's location safe."
Darn and blast. Now they'd have to use other methods to watch what happened. What a headache this whole ordeal was turning into. Never mind, he'd roll with the punches as they came...
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Naru's group heard of the incident at the ice cream parlour almost as soon as they started their patrol. A big scary monster threatening people? Exactly the kind of thing they were going to put a stop to! Ah, it felt good to indulge in this heroic activity. It felt great to be the one rushing out to save other people instead of being the one in need of saving!
What's more, she had made a cool group of friends as well!
"I don't like this," Mana said. "This is a bit too obvious, isn't it? The sort of group that would normally send out a youma wouldn't be so open."
"It could be a trap," Kirino offered. "Or maybe one of your lot gone rampant?"
She was talking to Koneko, who shook her head. "They wouldn't be so open. They are trying to avoid other Devils."
Index skipped along just then. On Mana's suggestion, she'd gone off to question some passersby about what they'd seen, and used a bit of titnosis to make sure their memories were as perfect as hers. "There are three thousand, five hundred and sixty one spells that could be cast to create a being like this," Index said with a lot of authority on the matter. "The witnesses do not know enough to recognise the important points."
"Okay! Then... Kirino, go scout it out for us," Naru said. She'd been intending to just rush on in, flash her chest and put paid to the matter before anyone got hurt, but if Mana thought there was more to it than that... She checked on Mana's reaction, and saw an approving nod. "A bit of reconnaissance wouldn't hurt, right?"
"That's right, a bit of caution goes a long way," Mana said. "It's obvious that you're starting to get noticed, and that means things are going to get more dangerous. You're going to want to be more - "
"Sabao Spray!"
... Where did all this mist come from? Huh? Naru suddenly found herself alone in the fog. "Guys?" she called out. There was a sudden blur of motion near her. "Guys? This isn't funny, what's going on here?"
"Using tits to brainwash the unwary... How sinister! How evil!"
Huh? Wasn't that - Wasn't that Sailor Moon? Naru turned around and found a familiar figure standing with her back to her. Lurking in the fog, deliberately not looking.
"In the name of the Moon, I will punish you!"
Oh crap! That wasn't good! That wasn't good at all!
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Index cannot cast magic. It's not an innate part of her ability. Her own innate ability was remarkably simple- she had an eidetic memory. Perfect recall of anything she's ever experienced. Naturally, an ability like that had been put to excellent use the moment it had been uncovered, and from that came her name. Her knowledge on magic was perhaps more detailed and intricate than anyone else on Earth. She understood countless magical systems, having read grimoires that would shatter the minds of the unworthy and weak willed.
"Roman style water magic," Index observed. Yes, every culture had their own unique systems of magic. Articles of faith that informed their view of how the world worked - or how they thought it should work. The Romans took much of theirs from Greece and tweaked it to their tastes, especially granting their own pantheon names that sounded better to them. Index looked around for the others, but in this mist visibility was all but impossible. Worse yet, something had hit her and knocked her away from the rest. Something cold and wet. Most likely ice. Tasting the water in the air, Index quickly concluded... "Derived from the Cult of Mercury?"
"Calling it a cult is rather arrogant, don't you think?" a voice asked within the mist. Index heard something like miniature runes forming, then very small projectiles shot out, barely missing her. Little shards of ice did actually manage to hit her, but not very hard. Of course. The enemy wasn't able to see her either. This was triangulation. Figuring out her exact location. "An ancient faith with no more believers in the modern era. They did not indoctrinate believers any more than any modern day religion."
"Hrmph!" Index puffed out her cheeks at the quite obvious blasphemy. "As if you can compare - " She stopped, as she saw something shining within the mist. Thinking quickly, Index stuck out her chest, then lifted her shirt and yelled a latin phrase: "Vi pectorum meorum retrudi ad Circus Maximus!"
A blast of ice, much more powerful than the last shot out directly at her, striking Index in her glorious exposed tits - but then almost instantly began to melt away. It was as though they had been fired directly into a bonfire. One might say it was because her exposed hypnotits were just that hot, but no, this was Index's combat speciality in action.
Countermagic. The ability to interrupt the spells cast by others using the knowledge she had of how such spells worked. Though, in this case it was a little bit corrupted by her exposure to the overwhelming might of titnosis, which may have put a bit of a filter over her knowledge, and was compelling her to use it in a rather more perverted way than normal.
"Oooh, my nipples are erect after that!" Index yelped. Indeed they were erect enough she could probably poke holes through paper with them, or maybe use them to poke someone in a painful way. Either way, she quickly began to rub them to put a bit more warmth into them. Then kept on squeezing and caressing because the sensation is just a little tiny bit extremely addictive when you're using this power. It's like a can of Pringles. Once you start, you can't stop!
Now, it is worth noting who her opponent is, here. Index isn't the only one with an eidetic mammary - er, memory on this battlefield. There is also her opponent, Sailor Mercury, noted genius extraordinaire.
"Impressive" Sailor Mercury said somewhere in the fog. "I had seen your covered tits at a distance. I knew they were amazing, I knew they would have to be, given what we'd heard... And I knew that someone using tits based magic would have to be incredibly talented, but that was beyond my expectations."
"Oooooooh, you're welcome!" Index moaned. "Come on, if you wanna play with 'em, all you gotta do is ask."
"After I've knocked you out, I'll be sure to examine them to my heart's content," Mercury said. You could hear her drooling if you listened closely enough. The sheer anticipation of performing a direct analysis on a perfect pair of tits... Yes, she was still quite plainly under their influence, even if she was fighting against Index at this particular moment in time. "For the time being..."
Squinting through the mist, Index finally caught sight of her opponent. It was just a silhouette but still better than nothing. She could make out a girl in a sailor fuku with enormous breasts, holding her hands out in front of herself and then -
Her chest got bigger. Out of nowhere, the silhouette's bust popped up a size. Then it did so again, and again, and again. It was like watching a rapidly inflating pair of balloons, expanding and growing in sublime mouthwatering perfection. Index dearly wished she could see through this mist, behold the sight for what it was, especially when - impossibly - they became even larger than Naru's! A tiny pathetic mewl left her mouth upon this sight - But only then did she realise she wasn't seeing what it seemed like, and she yelled "Erupit fake ubera!" causing a burst of snow and ice right as Mercury was throwing them at her.
What had happened was quite simple really. Mercury had deduced there were limits to what Index could counterspell. And so, she had cast a slightly different kind of magic - one small point of cold drawing in all the water around it and freezing that, creating an enormous breastlike pair of snowballs, disguised as her own breasts enlarging. A subtly different spell to the one she'd been using before, meaning that the previous counterspell would not have worked! Index tried to rush forward towards the enemy - but found nobody there by the time she'd arrived. Already moved on in the confusion?
"Not bad," Mercury said. "I'm quite impressed. You recognised the subtle difference in my technique, and countered accordingly."
"Heh, well! I haven't memorised 103,000 grimoires for nothing!" Index boasted. "You'd have to get up pretty early to get one over on me when it comes to magic!"
"Is that so...?" Mercury replied from somewhere in the fog. "An eidetic memory, then? Tell me. Have you seen yourself naked in the mirror? Since gaining those hypnotic tits, I mean."
"Well, yeah, just this morning," Index replied. The image was perfectly clear in her mind. Her slender body, with these enormous, magnificent and flawless tits, hanging on her chest. They were large, round, absolutely perfect. Surely a gift from God for putting up with Touma wailing about his misfortune.
...
"You remember them perfectly, don't you?" Mercury asked. "Those big, round, bouncing jiggling titties of yours."
She did. Of course she did. How could she not? They were just so... glorious. Spectacular. The balance in shape and heft, the way the flesh rippled and jiggled was beyond mortal limits. They were warm, soft, sensitive to the touch. Masterpieces of the bosom. With deep, rich valleys more beautiful than any carved by nature's hand. Should anyone go exploring them, they might never wish to leave.
Index reeled. Wobbling on her feet. Oh. Oh no. The image wasn't leaving her mind! Mercury had moved on to a new mode of attack! Using Index's own hypnotic tits against her! She squirmed in place, tried to control herself, but - But now that the thought was there, the memories came back unbidden. All the times she'd seen them. On herself. On the other girls. The taste, the feel, the sight, all of it was perfectly there. Any one experience was enough to render a person insensate with lust. She sank to her knees, gritting her teeth, certain of her fall now.
"You're going to fall asleep soon, with your tits covered," Mercury commanded. "And then you -"
"You have a perfect memory as well, don't you?" Index asked. Of course. She'd deduced it just now. "That's how you noticed what I could do, and - And exploited it against me!"
"Fall asleep," Mercury commanded in a soft, soothing tone. But Index would not falter, not here, not yet!
"You saw them didn't you? From far off?" Index asked. "Then... you should remember, right? Their shape, the way they jiggled under our shirts when we walked. Boom, boom, boom, so nice, so nice! You just want to take a good hard squuuuueeze like this, don't you?"
"W-Wait, don't - " Mercury protested. Too late. Now Index could tell that the image was in her head too. Both of them afflicted by their own supreme recollection. This match of wits was coming to an end now -
"Tiiiiits!" Index was moaning a half minute later, wantonly groping at herself.
"Tiiiiiits!" Mercury moaned in apparent agreement, on her knees and wailing, her high intelligence put to the side for now in pursuit of the ultimate pleasure.
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Something tried to pull Mana away from the others, forcing her to kick out, duck and roll away, staying low to the ground in this mysterious thick fog. Obviously magical. Done with preparation in advance as well. This was bad. Hardly the worst situation she'd been in - but then again, might be too soon to tell.
A yellow chain lashed out overhead, barely missing her. The enemy was blind like she was. This was why she was low to the ground. Harder to hit an enemy in this position unless you're right on top of them. She was tempted to grab the chain and try to pull the enemy in, but... Mana was too clever for that. Her forte was her guns. She wasn't going to leave her comfort zone against an unknown enemy for very good reason.
That meant no using her tits, either. The notion was tempting. This new power she'd been granted was utterly ludicrous on the face of it, but she could not deny its effectiveness. Try though she might, she'd witnessed firsthand - experienced it absolutely melt any possible defense she might have. It was potent, every bit as strong as any magic she'd ever witnessed and she wasn't even sure she had found its limit yet.
All the more reason to avoid using it. Mana checked her bullets, and thought through the battle situation. These weren't ordinary bullets, mind. They didn't kill the targets. They sent the target forward in time by a predetermined amount. Normally a few hours, but Index had made a suggestion on a way to make them do different times. That was definitely something she could use to her advantage here.
"Oh, hey! Miss tanned girl! Yoohoo!" a bubbly voice called out to her. "I'm Sailor Venus, nice to meetcha!" A whip cracked through the air above. "Could you please stop hiding so I can play with your tits without becoming your personal slave?"
Mana's tits itched. Her personal slave? A mindwiped servant who would do whatever she was asked. That was... disturbingly tempting. Nonetheless, she was going to avoid using titnosis to win this battle. She was going to do this her way!
"Aw, not the talkative type? Boring!" Venus called out. Mana rolled to the side. Not taking her shot quite yet. That's the trouble, the visibility was so damned low she had no idea where the enemy was. Keep talking. Keep talking. Give your position away for long enough, and it'll give Mana the perfect chance to strike. Then immediately move. The whip cracked up above. What direction had it come from? It felt like it was coming from every direction at once! "See, it's a real shame that you've got nicer tits than mine. They're nice, really nice, but they can still be better, you know?"
Suddenly, Mana saw something directly in front of her. She looked down, and in that tiny amount of time a yellow chain made of hearts looped around her wrists. Ah! The chain above was a distraction! All this time, Venus had a second chain crawling along the ground searching her out!
"How about I tie you up for a bit, keep you nice and quiet while I bury my face in your cleavage?" the enemy asked, appearing out of the mist with a chain in both hands. Meanwhile, Mana was finding her wrists bound under her chin, forcing her to aim her own guns right under her own jaw. Meanwhile, her elbows were jamming into her nipples and - Fuck, this felt fucking great! Control yourself, control yourself, you're not that easy to take down. You can withstand torture, you can take this searing pleasure!
She was able to crane her head up to see Venus approach, but much more movement than that was pretty much impossible. Have you ever tried fighting a living chain? Or an anaconda? The movement comes from everywhere, you can't possibly defend from all of it. The chains had been too quick, tying her up in this position so she couldn't fight back, while Venus sauntered over like she was a model on a catwalk. Rocking her hips and - You know, she did have a nice pair of breasts. But only 'nice'. Not 'perfect' like the others. Which was a shame. Mana had the vague sense that she'd look better if they were 'perfect'. She'd be happier, compliant, thinking with her tits instead of her brain...
"What... are these chains... made of?" Mana demanded, struggling against them to no avail. "I can't even budge them!"
"Love, of course!" Venus tittered. "I'll knock you out now. Gotta be careful not to constrict the airways, just block the carotid arteries for a few seconds and you'll be out like a light - "
"Who said... I'm giving you a few seconds?" Mana asked. "I'll give a few seconds to myself instead!"
She pulled the trigger. That would seem extremely stupid in another fight - but not in this one! She'd set that bullet to ten seconds into the future. In which time, Venus had turned around in confusion to look for her, while the chain was left lying on the floor. From her perspective it must have seemed like Mana had vanished outright, letting the chains drop down. Mana considered sending her a few hours into the future to deal with her, but -
Flash her. Flash her. Flash her. Flash her. Show off the girls. Show them off! Use them to mindwipe her, it's what she wants.
That sort of thinking had been pounding into her head since the fight began. Thus, using the barrel of her gun (don't do this at home) she hooked under this goofy uniform top that Naru had given her, and -
"Ooooh so perfect!" Venus moaned, instantly defeated, almost like it's what she'd wanted from the start. Mana felt a disturbing shudder pass through her body, but even so, she cradled her enemy to her bosom and let her fall totally under the power of titnosis.
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As a Devil and member of Rias Gremory's peerage, it must seem a little strange for Koneko to remain a part of Naru's superhero group. Especially for so long. However, there was method to this. She had been sending along nightly reports back to Rias. Telling her that she had discovered something new. Something in need of investigation. Something she needed to handle alone. This would hold her at bay for only so long, but Rias trusted her judgement.
Which she ought to, for Koneko intended to return with enormous heaving hypnotits for the entire peerage. Then, together, they would pin down and ravish Issei to within an inch of his life. Given the life force present within Devils, that's quite a lot of ravishing to get done, let me tell you!
There were other benefits as well. Further alliances. Outside their normal contact radius. That could only provide a benefit to each of them. And so, she had stayed, as a big tittied kitty with monster strength. Her reasoning was therefore entirely logical and not because she was thoroughly and hopelessly addicted to sucking on Index's nipples while having her ears scratched.
"Supreme Thunder!"
A thunder attack in dense mist seemed like a bad idea to Koneko, but she was more than up to the task. She leaped forward, chest first, and quickly bounced the lightning away with them. Her enhanced durability was nothing to sneeze at. Then, she rushed directly towards the taller enemy, standing there in her green skirt. Now she had to face the power of a Rook! A flying titty bump ought to put her out of action -
Or so it should have, but the enemy caught her shoulder and held her easily at arm's length, leaning away to ensure that Koneko's tits couldn't touch her. The air around them crackled, the pavement beneath them made ominous creaking and cracking noises.
She was... being held back?
"Huh, you're tougher than you look!" Sailor Jupiter, for it was indeed her, let out a sharp 'Kyaaaa' and then tossed Koneko to the side. It's worth noting that Koneko is no slouch in terms of martial arts. Her strength, speed, durability and actual skill in martial arts were all top of the line. No human could hope to match her in any of them. Not many Devils could fare that well against her either! To be tossed this easily?
Koneko quickly rounded, landing on her feet. She had to end this quickly, and that meant putting an end to this enemy fast. She lunged in with a thrust for the gut that was quickly blocked, while her other hand tried to tug up her shirt- only for that arm to be kicked, Jupiter leaping away into the fog to ensure lower visibility before tossing out more lightning.
"You're fast, but I've fought faster!" Jupiter yelled. "Supreme Thunder!"
Koneko had her measure now - and found Jupiter above her. That was quite rare. An enemy who could not only throw around lightning, but could overwhelm her in hand to hand? That kick had almost dislocated her arm, and Koneko had pulled away right before it landed. If it had hit full force, it would have shattered the bone! Doing that to a Devil is hard enough, doing it to a Rook... She was facing a monster.
"You are strong," Koneko said. "Ridiculously strong. However... I am a Devil."
"Yeah, I know," Jupiter said. "Devils using tits to brainwash people. How sinister, using something so pure, good and wonderful to perpetuate such evil."
Mid-attack, Koneko had fully removed her shirt, but this only seemed to make Jupiter even more determined to force her back with lightning. Rather than allow her into close combat again, she wasn't going to give her that chance at all. Not going to let Koneko get into visual range. Not going to let her use those tits to brainwash her.
Little realising that she wouldn't get much say in the matter before long. You see, Koneko was now playing with her tits. Teasing her nipples, rolling the flesh around in her palm. Groping herself, letting the round flesh meet every inch of her hands. She tested their heft, their shape, their sensitivity, and found each of them precisely where they should be.
"That ain't gonna work, I can't see you well enough!" Jupiter yelled out into the mist.
"You do not understand," Koneko moaned. "Devils are powered by desire. What I've been doing just now, is filling myself with lustful, sinful desire!"
This time, when she activated her Rook abilities, she dashed forward like - Like a Rook moving all the way from one end of the rank to the other. The speed was blistering. It made lightning look slow. The normally cute but stoic girl's face was twisted up with lust as she rushed headlong into the shocked Sailor Jupiter,who attempted to block the incoming attack - But this time when she grabbed Koneko's shoulders, their nipples touched. Or, if you prefer, they grazed. For a moment.
"Oh fuck, I give up!" Jupiter moaned. Yep. Just that much was an instant defeat. She grabbed Koneko in a blistering bear hug so the two of them could feel their breasts pressing into one another. Just goes to show how far under these girls are, doesn't it?
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Kirino held her family tradition close to her chest. They were ninja. They were highly skilled, meticulously trained, and from birth their roles were known, their fates sealed.
This was probably not what her parents thought she'd wind up doing. Nonetheless, she was putting her ninja talents to fine use. Saving people from evil monsters trying to feed on their energy. If anyone from her family asked, that's what she'd tell them. Then... maybe she'd try to use titnosis to keep them from objecting too much to the titnosis. Assuming she got the chance to use it on them, they were quite a bit more skilled than her.
Heck, maybe she could use her new tits to boost her idol career! Wouldn't that be something?
For now, though, she had an enemy to fight. She could hear them breathing up ahead. Kirino crept ahead, silently - There! Meditating in the lotus position, eyes closed, with a fire burning in front of them. Impressive that it was going inside this mist. Then again, she suspected both were magical in origin.
Was this the one that had knocked her away from the others? Very well then. Kirino slowly, silently, crept up on her. Making no sound at all. The lower visibility actually helping her out. She'd quickly pull the girl's face into her cleavage, then demand information -
"Mars fire ignite!"
Or a burst of fire could shoot out from that flame directly at Kirino's position. Too precise to be a fluke! She jumped to the side on instinct, but still felt a trail of heat as it went by. She was being serious here, wasn't she? Once the flame had passed her position, it dissipated immediately to avoid collateral damage - so at least her enemy wasn't a complete monster. Only in the sense that they were extremely powerful.
Kirino attempted a more direct dash towards teh enemy this time, still perfectly silent. Even holding her breath in case she was detecting carbon dioxide or something - but then another of those "Mars fire ignite" attacks can directly at her, this time forcing her back as it swept in front of her in an arch.
No doubt about it. Her location was known to the enemy, and they were taking their shots whenever they felt she was most vulnerable. They were keeping their eyes closed and meditating, so how were they doing it? Some form of clairevoyance? In which case - Kirino whipped her top off and leaned forward, watching for a reaction. There was none. Jiggle jiggle? No? Nothing?
"Mars fire ignite!"
Definitely not! This was an insult to her family name! An enemy that could sense her without seeing or hearing her? It must be something else like - like heat, or air disturbance, and she didn't like how much closer each of those shots were getting.
In that case it was time for her to think outside the box. If the enemy could already tell where she was, there was no need at all for her to remain silent.
"I know that it would drive my parents to fits, but I'd give up all my ninja skill for the sake of my tits," Kirino sang. Her melodious voice drifting through the mist. The enemy wrinkling her nose in apparent confusion. "They're big and round and bouncy, what more can I say? Give me half the chance, and with them I'll play."
A quick twirl around, and instead of the uniform Naru had given her, Kirino was now in her idol outfit. Heh! It wasn't too hard to use this titnosis effect to change clothing! If you can't outsmart your enemy, confuse them!
"Don't you wanna see? Don't deny me! I see your eyes open into slits! Soon, just like me, you'll be thinking with your tits!"
To her previous frustration the one thing Kirino was more talented at, and loved more than her ninitsu was her singing. She knew it was wrong. For a trained ninja, from that family, to become famous. To be well known, to be a household name, but... that talent was there. She could hardly deny it. When Kirino sang her heart out, it reached out and touched the souls of those that she knew.
A bright idea struck her just then. Any song needs musical instruments, right? Well, she had a fun pair of bongos to play on right here! She began to slap her chest to a rhythm in her head, and continued singing along with this new sound. Oh! And if she quickly bounced on her feet like this, she could make some more sound with them as well!
"Tits are love and tits are life, you're about... to lose this fight."
Kirino quickly squeezed her bouncing breasts, and sprayed out milk through the air. The enemy before her was drenched head to toe in creamy white goodness... and she began to immediately moan, reflexively licking her fingers, eyes flickering open and - Do you know, Kirino didn't especially feel quite done yet. Now that she was in idol mode, she didn't want to go back to being a ninja quite yet. She'd continue putting on a show for this girl in the red skirt a little while longer.
Mon Apr 10 14:37:06 2023