Ryoma Echizen and the Case of the Lust Bomb

As the Prince of Tennis, Ryoma Echizen, danced nude in the park, a slight blush crept across his cheeks (yes, those cheeks) from the brisk dawn wind as it flowed over his body. He still had a determined, proud expression on his face, the same expression as when he had faced Genichirou from Rikkai, yet he had never felt so liberated in his life. He pranced and skipped through dew-coated brush and grasses, left, right and up. He had been this way ever since his life was changed forever, by that girl... the girl with the tennis fetish—Sakuno Ryuuzaki.

20 Hours Earlier...

Ryoma stepped out of the light rail with a slight limp in his step from being so sore from winning the finals. As he stepped along the sidewalk to school, he happened to look off to his right and noticed a rustling in the leaves; there, hidden behind an oak and two large bushes, was a half-naked Fuji making out with Tezuka. Their starter jerseys were laid on the ground to make a platform for them to prove their deep internal repressed longings for one another. As moans and gasps came from the brush, Ryoma pretended not to notice. Yet, as he wincingly trotted up to the school building, he felt a slight twinge deep, deep down, as if something else was suddenly awakened. He hurried along the sidewalk up the hill and finally arrived at the school.

As he stepped into his classroom, Horio was sitting behind him, humping his desk slowly. Ryoma was scared for his life as he felt the desk nudge him in the back once, twice, thrice, and then suddenly it stopped. The blood drained from Ryoma's face as there was a pause, and then...

"H-hey... Echizen... I've got something to show you. Let's meet alone in the boy's bathroom..."

"F-for god's sakes, man... get yourself a girlfriend."

"But we're close, a-aren't we?"

"... you've got a long ways to go."

Horio was crushed; his lifelong love, or at least since the beginning of the school year, Ryoma, had rejected his lust-driven desk-humping skills. He leaned away in his chair, fighting back the tears, when suddenly a loud and grating, yet feminine, voice broke the awkward silence between them.

"RYOMA-SAMA!!1" Tomoka charged into the room, knocking over some other 7th graders as she went. "Congratulations on winning the Nationals, Ryoma-sama!" She moved to tackle him, kicking 3 desks into the wall and breaking two of them in the process.

Horio, whose name most definitely doesn't sound like "whore," saw his chance. He was a boy, she was a girl; what's there to be afraid of? He jumped from his chair and grabbed Tomoka, sweeping her off her feet, and carrying her out the room. "Echizen!! I'm going to use 'it!'" And with that, he charged out of the room with Tomoka in his arms, whom surprisingly showed no real signs of resistance.

Ryoma, who had no idea what 'it' was, and had no desire to learn such information, sighed in relief as silence befell him. Peace flowed over him like a cascade of light... until he happened to look out the window and noticed Kaoru and Momo walking arm-in-arm. Kaoru was glaring at all the people who gave estranged looks to them, while Momo was waving as they walked exaggerated steps, almost marching down the path toward the tennis courts.

Ryoma shook his head, and whispered to himself, "It's about time..."

4 hours later...

His final exams ended, and the majority of the 7th graders filed out of the room. Ryoma stood up slowly, taking it easy on his sore muscles and joints, and slowly put his books into his pack, one by one. He leaned back to stretch his back, to pop it twice, then exhaled slowly to let the endorphins flow. But, as he felt the pain from his injuries and such from the finals the weekend prior, he popped two muscle relaxant pills and hefted his backpack onto his shoulder. He had just begun to relax, and turned around when—

"A-ano... uhm... R-Ryoma-kun...?"

Ryoma blinked and noticed Sakuno staring at the ground in front of him.

"Ah... Ryuuzaki. Finals are over; what's up?"

Sakuno blushed deeply, as if mustering the strength to eject something from her body in a vulgar fashion. She shook lightly, as if to show how melodramatic she actually was.

Ryoma stepped back in slight anticipation of Sakuno spontaneously exploding.

Sakuno looked up, a determined look in her eyes. "I-I... I like you, Ryoma-sama!!"

Ryoma blinked, slowly taking this information in. "Of course... it all makes sense now."

Flashbackies!!

Sakuno got him to buy them each a Fanta when they first met so she could steal the empty can when he was done with it and get an indirect kiss.

Her form always seemed to worsen when he was around, so he would come over and tell her to bend her knees; as he passed by, she could catch a whiff of the scent of his sweat.

When she "accidentally" hit her tennis ball over into the Ginka tennis courts, she had to bend over, checking all the balls for which one belonged to her. When Ryoma came to check up on her, she bent over so he could have a nice look at her ass, and then a panty shot when she leaned even farther over.

When she had him tutor her in English, she stole his pen and sucked on it after he left, absorbing the oils from her Ryoma's hand.

Ryoma had seen all the clues (even the ones he wasn't present for), and hadn't connected them until now. He came back to reality, where Sakuno was still shaking, and staring at him, letting her eyes roam his body, at the muscles hidden under his clothes, at the 'muscle' that was still hidden from her, down below—

"Ryuuzaki."

Sakuno blushed even deeper, looking back to the floor. "Y-yes?!"

"... wait here. I'll be back in a moment."

"O-ok...!" She quickly sat back at one of the desks, looking from her hands to the floor, not even daring to watch Ryoma go.

Ryoma stepped into the hall, and instantly broke into a cold sweat. Ryuuzaki...? I never knew... and next month I'm leaving for America. How can I deflect this kindly...? He walked down the hall and into the boy's bathroom... and instantly regretted it. Soap was all over the floor and on the stall doors and the sound of two bodies sliding over each other echoed throughout the room. Apparently, the two 7th graders that had left in a hormone-driven rush had settled in one of the stalls of the bathroom.

"T-Tomoka...!!"

"Ho-Hor... Horio-kun..."

"T-Tomo-chan... I'm gonna put it in again!!"

"G-go ahead, Hor-chan...!!"

Ryoma exited before they could disgust him any further. At least they distracted me from the issue at hand... He stepped into the next boy's bathroom, and then regretted that, too.

"O-Oishi!!"

"Ei-ji-kun"

Ryoma exited the room before he could lose his lunch. He decided that Sakuno had been waiting long enough, and walked back toward the classroom. He strode down the hallway, and began to feel the muscle relaxants take effect. Ooh... that feels better... but now, everything's getting a little woozy.

He kept walking, trying to shake the drowsiness off, until he suddenly heard a rattle in a broom closet on his left. "Eh...?"

He reached for the doorknob but stopped short as he heard:

"Huff... there's a 90 chance that this will feel good..."

"Ooh!! Inui-san, do--"

"100 chance that you want me to do it again."

"—it again... yes!! Cum on me, Inui-san!!"

"Ahhh!! How does this feel, Taka-kun?"

"Burning!!"

Ryoma ran from the broom closet. What's with everybody acting so strangely?! And yet... it's so natural... I won't see any of them again... why not enjoy my last moments with them? He turned and opened the classroom that Sakuno was in, now confident in himself. He knew what he was going to do with her.

He blinked in surprise as he saw Sakuno hunched over his desk, shuffling through something.

"Ryuuzaki?"

Sakuno jumped back, having been rummaging through his pack. "H-hai?!"

Ryoma pretended not to notice. "I-I... I like you, too."

Sakuno blushed even redder. "A-ano... g-good... I'm g-glad..."

Ryoma blushed as well and picks up his messed-up pack, zipping it up and slinging it on his shoulder. He begins to leave for the door and looks back, unsure of what to say. "Want to... walk home with me?"

END CHAPTER ONE

Next time on Rape Adventures: Prince of Tennis Style!

As Ryoma takes Sakuno arm-in-arm toward his house, what sort of phenomenon is taking hold on Tokyo? People are suddenly indulging in strange behavior: namely, sexual. Will he be able to hold himself back with Ryuuzaki so close, or will he succumb to his deep, almost overflowing desires?