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Truly, Sveta Stassov's trials have been arduous. The petite Magical Girl shrugs on her jacket, chugging heavily from the fourth bottle of vodka she's downed tonight as she shambles towards the door. The glassware falls from her nerveless fingers as she clutches the doorknob. Escape beckons. Just down the elevator, through the lobby, and out into the city, where Sveta can get a breath of fresh air.
Well, not really; Terminus City's air pollution remains fucking horrendous, but choking on smog's a step up from – from inhaling the sweet, spicy scent of Kisha's new perfume, a perfume so potent it's making Sveta all… All fucking hot and bothered.
Nope. Nope, nope. Quickly, Sveta banishes the tantalizing images her stupid hindbrain conjured up. It's the thirteenth time tonight that she's had to purge her brain of… Of images of Kisha in her damnably sexy lingerie, exposing parts of Kisha's body Sveta shouldn't be interested in.
Even if Kisha's boobs are really nice to look at. Damn, but she's filled out ever since that stupid pervert Alice took her on-
This is all the fucking pervert's fault, isn't it? Well. When Sveta gets out of her stupid apartment, she'll call up Crimson Champion, and they can raid the place. There's something nefarious going on here! The stupid perv's corrupted Kisha! Sveta's angelic baby sister would never – She never acted this way before -
"Sis, don't leave; please stay!"
Sveta takes in a bracing breath, her fingers grazing against the doorknob. Slowly, she closes her eyes. No. Stay strong, Sveta, and don't give into your baby sister's begging eyes. Even if she is really cute when she begs, so cute it's all Sveta can do not to think of more ways to make her beg-
Hands tug on Sveta's sleeve, arms wrapping around Sveta's waist with the clinginess of an octopus. Soft breasts press against Sveta's thighs and buttocks. Soft, warm breasts that- That-
Oh, fuck it all!
Sveta whirls about, catching sight of her baby sister again.
… Her baby sister who's standing on her feet.
Kisha huffs and puffs, her slender legs trembling from disuse. Two worried-looking catgirl maids are supporting her, they've got her by the armpits. But even still, Kisha's… Kisha standing up.
Sveta feels herself waver at that beautiful sight. Was it that long ago that Sveta's mother put Kisha in her lap after she was born? When did the little bundle Sveta cradled turn into such a beautiful young woman? Sure, Kisha looks… Different now. Her hair color's changed, those damnable (cute) cat ears on her head prove that the fucking pervert got her hooks into Kisha, but she's still… Still Sveta's adorable baby sister.
Her sweet, adorable, sexy baby sister who's standing up on legs that have have filled out surprisingly well. Her nightie flutters around her thighs, thighs that look more defined and plumper than when-
No, stop. Sveta shouldn't feel like – Like this towards her angel of a sister who needs to be protected. Desire's something Sveta shouldn't be feeling, especially towards Kisha of all people. All her life, Sveta's lived to protect that adorable, precious girl. So if she dropped her facade now, if she gave into these lustful temptations, then she'd really be no better than the scum she hunts on the streets, wouldn't she?
Sveta's genuinely afraid she might do something truly terrible to Kisha…
"Sis, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry you're feeling so uncomfortable, I just wanted to spend time with you, and I didn't think – I didn't mean – I love you, Sveta!" Kisha blurts out, her blue eyes watering, tearing up in a way that makes Sveta's heart pang. "And not like a sister but like – Like- You know!"
In the background, some of the onlooking catgirls begin 'oohing.'
"She said it! She said the thing!"
"This is better than Birtulon; gimme that popcorn!"
"Go Kisha! Go get your sis!"
Sveta flinches at the encouraging cheers and at Kisha's words. Words that have completely demolished the thick protective walls Sveta's erected around herself-
"I think we're well past the point of apologies, aren't we?"
Sveta feels her neck creak as she slowly turns to face that – That fucking pervert. Alice Takanashi's hips sashay as she saunters towards Sveta, as gracefully and elegantly as if she's walking down a fashion show catwalk.
Begrudgingly, Sveta admits that this stupidly sexy pink-haired pervert does actually know how to strut her stuff. Sveta's seen many working girls, living in the slums with Kisha until recently. Even now, she talks to many street girls, working her contacts for information so she can hunt down monsters and demons more effectively.
Alice Takanashi's right up there with the higher-end escorts Sveta's talked to. And Sveta hates that about her. No slimy corporate CEO should have any business looking that hot.
"Kisha, dear, that was very brave of you, but I think I'll take it from here, alright?" Alice cups Kisha's chin with her fingers, shooting her a flirtatious, roguish wink. "Zara, Xia, take her into my bedroom, okay~?"
"Got it, mistress!"
"Anything for you! But should we… You know, do the thing too? Get her change of clothes ready, get out the oils and-" Xia asks hesitantly.
"I think a change of clothes and some pampering is exactly what the doctor ordered. What do you think, Kisha?"
Sveta feels her irritation intensify at the sight. Annoyed anger roars through her thoughts, pounding through her skull as she watches Kisha blush and nod.
If this woman lays a hand on Kisha, screw secrecy, Sveta will transform right here and garrote Alice with her bowstring. Righteous rage's a familiar feeling, and it's one Sveta's decided to default to in this moment. Sveta clenches her fingers into a fist, readying herself to attack the slimy CEO who's so obviously corrupted her sister-
"For what it's worth, I admire that you're sticking to your guns and leaving," Alice says, taking all the wind out of Sveta's sails as Kisha and the catgirls file out of the living area.
What?
"… What?"
"You said you'd leave if you felt uncomfortable, and here you are. You refuse to let me, your sister, or my maids bully you around. You're not giving into the peer pressure; you're digging your heels in and stubbornly resisting," Alice continues, folding her arms underneath her chest and tiling her head knowingly. "What can I say? I admire girls who've got that kind of conviction."
Sveta stares dumbly in Alice's direction, unable to focus on her face. She licks her lips as her head starts to go a bit funny, her thoughts becoming fuzzier by the second. Probably the drink catching up to Sveta. "… Yeah, well… Thanks, I guess," Sveta says, cringing at how lame she sounds. "If you're all done, then fuck off-"
"It's just such a shame that conviction's being spurred on by fear of all the emotions," Alice tuts. "Fear is such an unbecoming look on you, darling."
Oh look, there's the spike of anger Sveta needed to really power through this conversation.
"I'm not afraid!"
"Oh, I think you are," Alice replies, and Sveta feels a jolt of fear lance through her brain at the knowing tone Alice's adopted.
"I'm just – Just uncomfortable with how – The whole atmosphere of this thing is just too intimate, and- And you're the one who should really apologize!" Sveta latches onto that last tidbit in a desperate attempt to redirect the conversation. An opening, just a moment so Sveta can bolt out the door and flee…
"Oh, I'm not going to apologize for your discomfort, it's entirely self-inflicted in this case," Alice demurs.
"Bullshit," Sveta replies.
Alice sighs, rolling her eyes. "Darling, I'm sorry you feel so uncomfortable but be honest with yourself and me. Please. If a part of you didn't actually like the atmosphere of this night in, the… Rather public displays of affection and the fairly risque choice of attire," Alice punctuates these last words by tugging on the hem of her sheer nightgown, "You'd have been out the door before the last movie ended. And you certainly wouldn't have peeked as much as you did."
Sveta twitches, feeling that thrum of fear chill her bones as Alice gives her another knowing look. It… Well… That couldn't be helped! All the girls at this party were bouncy, and they weren't wearing much and – And they were being lewd to begin with! Feeling each other up, practically making out with each other…
… It was pretty hot how those two sisters, Patty and Becky, were feeling each other up. It made Sveta's mind wander to thoughts about doing the same things with Kisha. Shit, when Kisha was pressed up against Sveta throughout that movie, all Sveta could think about was how fleshy Kisha's thigh had become, how nice Kisha smelled, and how warm she was leaning against Sveta's chest-
"And now you're doing this thing again where you're mooning over your sister, who hasn't exactly been shy about how affectionate she's being," Alice continues, then giggles. "And then acting like you aren't mooning over your sister."
"S – Shut up! You're the one who made Kisha act like this..." Sveta replies, but her protestations sound weak even to her ears. "I'm not… I don't like her like… It can't… She can't… You did something to her, didn't you? Something that's forcing me to see her like… Like that!"
"Do you think it matters if I did?" Alice laughs now and leans in. Unconsciously, Sveta takes a step back, pressing her back against the wall as Alice invades her personal space. The pink-haired girl's taken on a decidedly more sinister look. Her face is cast in shadow; her pale eyes catch what little light remains, almost glowing in the dim light. Her perfect lips move, forming words that hammer into Sveta's cognition, almost… Almost entrancing her. The rest of the penthouse's noises fade out as Sveta stares helplessly into Alice's transfixing gaze.
"Let me tell you something about seduction and desire," Alice purrs. "I like girls; I like cute girls. I like seeing cute girls get all flustered; I like making cute girls flustered. I like seduction, I like romance, and I most certainly enjoy sex-"
Sveta knew it! This woman's absolutely a pervert!
"And I'm a shameless, hedonistic flirt who gets off on breaking hearts and healing hearts," Alice admits, her pink eyes glowing merrily. Sveta swears they blaze with hidden, inner light. "So, as someone with some experience with love and romance, as a sultry seductress eager to engage in unbridled debauchery every night of every week, let me tell you one simple truth – I can't make people genuinely fall in love with each other."
Sveta blinks, her thoughts growing increasingly sluggish by the second as Alice's words bore into her ears. Strangely, Sveta wants to listen to her words more and more…
"It's impossible to build genuine attraction between two people where none existed in the first place. I can't make people feel complex emotions like that on a whim, especially not love," Alice croons. "Not with magic, not with science, not with drugs, not at all. Love's like a fire. All-consuming. Passionate, capable of building to such glorious heat~! But love needs something to spark it, something to ignite it. Without that spark, love can't exist."
Sveta swallows now, her field of vision begins to narrow until all she can see is Alice. All her thoughts, and her protestations begin to die down as Alice's hypnotic words filter through her skull.
"It's possible to influence people's thoughts, of course. Ask any rat bastard of a garbage politician or sleazy cult leader how they stir the masses and curry favor, and seduction's all about getting people to think the way you want them to think over time. And controlling people's actions? Well, that's even easier; any idiot can do that much through torture or some other crude, barbaric method. But none of that can force out complex feelings like love and desire… Which are the emotions you're feeling right now, aren't they?" Alice whispers.
"N… No..." Sveta whispers weakly, but even she has to admit that she sounds like she's lying to herself.
… Is she lying to herself…? It's almost as if two conversations are going on right now. There are the words that Alice's whispering into Sveta's ear, and then there's something else, an undercurrent of… Something…
A niggling, small part of Sveta's brain, her finely tuned instincts that have been honed by hours upon weeks of going out on patrol to hunt down magical baddies begin screaming, sounding the klaxons, blaring the alarms.
Alarms that are crushed out of existence by the weight of Alice's sweet, sinful voice.
"So here's the truth about what you're feeling. This attraction you claim I've 'created'? This wanton, needy desire that you're so desperately trying to repress? That's all on you. You're the one who started seeing your sister that way, you're the one who's actively decided to repress those feelings, and you're the one who's making a mountain out of a molehill with your feelings."
Sveta licks her suddenly dry lips. "I… You still did something, though..."
"Oh please. What have I done? The most I did was nudge things along, just a little. A bit of grease here, a trifling bargain there," Alice flicks her wrist dismissively. "Kisha's behavior? Your behavior? I'm not making you do anything. I keep telling you; I can't force you to fall in love with your sister. And I certainly didn't force your sister to fall in love with you. Her stalwart protector, her precious elder sister – Did you know she asked me for help seducing you?"
Sveta's thoughts stutter. "… What?"
Alice's smirk widens as she stares at Sveta through her lidded eyes. "It's true. Ask her yourself. She loved you like that long, long before I laid eyes on her and took her under my wing."
That can't – Kisha shouldn't -
All the pieces crash together in Sveta's mind. Kisha's odd, flirtatious behavior over the last few weeks. Her growing confidence, her growing clinginess, most of the events tonight – all hints about as subtle as smashing a rock through a glass window. And here Sveta is, only just now figuring out that…
No, it's not that. It's that Sveta didn't want to imagine that Kisha felt that way too, so she actively repressed those thoughts, avoided talking to Kisha about this, and tried to avoid even thinking this way even as her lusts began to boil over, as it became harder and harder to ignore how attractive Kisha had become… And had always been.
Because Sveta… Sveta decided to run from this particular topic. Like a damn coward. Like she was about to do just now.
"If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but if I were you? I wouldn't avoid your sister, especially after she confessed her love so dramatically," Alice says, examining her delicate nails. "Why, if you walked out now, I imagine you'd break poor Kisha's delicate heart. And what kind of big sister would you be if you committed a crime that heinous?"
… Shit.
A part of Sveta's mind is still screaming, shouting to the heavens that the woman in front of her is pure evil. Her instincts, honed from her time on the streets, urge her to consider that something's terribly off about Alice Takanashi. There's a reason Sveta's hackles have been raised around Alice - It's because, as a huntress, she's acutely aware that this devilish pink-haired girl is, in truth, a vicious predator.
But that part of Sveta's mind has screamed itself hoarse, and Alice's words make sense, and she's being so convincing right now…
So against her better judgment Sveta listens to the sweet, honeyed words Alice whispers to her, suggestions that begin to worm into her mind despite her best efforts.
"… What the hell would you do in my situation then?" Sveta finds herself snapping, an unbidden question that blurts out of her mouth.
"It's simple, isn't it? You look like a fighter, don't you? A stalwart, mighty huntress? You don't run away from your quarry; you run towards your quarry. So… Doesn't it make sense to confront a problem like this head-on? There's no sense in putting your feelings towards your sister off. It's not like they'll go away if you ignore them. Unless you intend on running away from your sister forever…?" Alice says, each sibilant syllable of her sentences dripping like venom into Sveta's ears.
Sveta finds herself balling her fists at that remark. Run away from Kisha? Run away from Sveta's baby sister? As if! Sveta's her sister's guardian! Kisha is Sveta's responsibility and hers alone! Leave Kisha to be picked over by this lewd girl…?
"And besides, are your feelings that taboo? Why are you so afraid of them? It's not like you'll hurt Kisha; she's not made of glass anymore. You saw the way she was standing up earlier, that darling brave girl. And she's the one who's been instigating all of this, hasn't she?" Alice says, her luminescent pink eyes boring into Sveta, cutting into the core of her being. Sveta flinches when Alice jabs out with her finger, poking Sveta right in the breast. "Kisha wants you as much as you want her; you have to know this by now. So… Is it really so bad to just… Let go? And give in to these wonderful urges you're so desperately feeling? My goodness, the way you bared your teeth at me when I laid a finger on your dear. Baby. Sister..."
Sveta finds herself baring her teeth at that provocation. At the way Alice purposefully emphasizes those last three words. Why, if she had her tail in this form, it'd be standing up on end.
"Just like that. It's so obvious that you don't just want to protect Kisha, do you? You want that cute girl all to yourself. To be yours, and yours alone. And is that so wrong when she wants you back just as badly?" Alice coos. "So. Isn't it obvious what I think you should do now that I've laid it out for you so simply?"
It is. This much Sveta can see. However, she doesn't want to acknowledge what Alice is saying right now. She doesn't think she can bear to acknowledge Alice, because if she did, she might waver, and if she wavered now, she'd just run away from her sister like she was about to do.
… Damn, this would be much easier if Sveta had more of that yummy vodka…
Slim fingers press a glass bottle into Sveta's slack hand, and she blinks sluggishly at the unexpected sight. Alice Takanashi winks roguishly, flashing Sveta a quick victory sign. It's cutesy, peppy.
… Kind of irritating.
"A bit more liquid courage first for luck, eh?" Alice offers.
Sveta takes the bottle. Unbeknownst to her, a spark of pink magic leaps from Alice's fingers, jolting into her hand. It's a subtle cantrip laid upon her, and as inexperienced as she is in the way of all things magical? Poor Sveta mistook that jolt for a mundane static shock.
In her uncorrupted state of mind, she'd come to bitterly regret the decisions she's about to make, her inhibitions significantly lowered by the corruptive essence Alice just infused into her soul. But as she is now?
Sveta pops the cap off of the bottle of vodka and downs as much of its contents as she can with a single swig. The potent, clear alcohol burns as it works its way down her throat.
"… Thanks," Sveta finds herself grumbling. Strange to be thanking someone she'd considered an enemy not so long ago.
When did things get so turned around?
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Alice's bedroom is about as stupidly posh and elegant as the woman is. It's a luxurious, decadent space swathed with silk. Floral scent lingers in the air, and Sveta feels her nose itch as she's hit full-on in the face by the smell of roses.
The silken bedsheets laid on top of the ridiculously luxurious bed sitting proudly towards the back of the room rustle. Kisha pops out from underneath the covers where she'd been concealing herself.
And for good reason. The bedsheets fall to Kisha's waist, revealing her in all of her nude glory. Not a stitch of clothing clads Kisha's nubile form. The pink of her nipples, the swell of her breasts, the subtle divot of her navel. She's been freshly bathed and oiled, lending her pale skin a luminescent, healthy pink hue. Her silver hair glitters in the dim light of the room.
Kisha looks up at Sveta, batting her long eyelashes, looking so familiar yet so… So…
Absently, Sveta swipes a thumb across her mouth, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of her lips. She steps forward in a zombie-like motion, entranced by the sight of her baby sister's gloriously nude form. Her sweet, sexy baby sister who Sveta's finding she wants to… To…
To devour.
Alice was right. Love is like a fire. Love and lust have become this muggy heat that's enveloped Sveta's senses and destroyed what little sense of rationality she had left. Words? Thoughts? The idea of trying to reason with Kisha? All that's fallen to the wayside for Sveta, replaced by animalistic instinct. Alice was right, after all. Here Kisha is presented to Sveta like some succulent treat. Why shouldn't Sveta cut loose for once and indulge herself?
Kisha wants this as much as Sveta does, doesn't she?
That's the dark thought that threads through Sveta's mind as she finally succumbs, giving into her lusts.
As she finally Falls.
Who's to say where the breaking point was for Sveta? Was it the delayed enchantment that boosted her libido? The subtle compulsions Alice laid on her? Her hidden desires that've been brought up to the forefront by weeks of manipulation and cajoling on Kisha's part – Who's to say what's responsible for Sveta's fall from grace? Does it matter?
Either way, the result is the same.
Sveta doesn't even realize she's subconsciously transformed, her corrupted Magical Girl raiment flaring into existence around her. She doesn't register the flare of mana she's outputting, the pink tattoo that's flashed into existence right beneath her navel, her skimpier outfit.
"Sis, what are you doing-" Kisha manages to get out as Sveta stalks towards her sister with feral grace.
Her words are cut off when Sveta pounces on top of her. Kisha squeals, kicking her legs, trembling as Sveta pins her wrists to the bed, as Sveta bears down on top of Kisha. The newly corrupted Magical Girl mashes her mouth against her sister's, forcibly sticking her tongue between Kisha's lips so Sveta can explore the warm crevice of her mouth. Kisha lets out happy mewling noises as Sveta's hands go up to her baby sister's breasts and squeeze.
"Hyan~!" Kisha lewdly moans. Moans that only intensify as Sveta's grip moves from Kisha's wrists to her hands. Sveta stares down at her baby sister, the sister she'd cherished all her life and lovingly raised to become a cute nubile girl.
A cute nubile girl Sveta's dead-set on utterly consuming as she becomes a beast, intent on gobbling up the lovely maiden laid out in front of her like some virginal sacrifice.
Things… Become a bit of a blur after that point for the two sisters.
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In the foyer, Alice Takanashi hums happily to herself as she listens to the sweetest, most melodious noise in the entire world.
"Nyah~! Sis, more, more- Hyan~!" Kisha moans, her wanton wails so loud they're entirely audible even through the locked bedroom doors.
"Nnph! Nrgh!" Sveta grunts, growling like a big cat in heat, growls that only become muffled when she kisses Kisha senseless.
That'd be the sound of two cute girls getting it on, of course. The pink-haired Magical Girl calmly pours a nice glass of Chianti as she listens to the sweet sound of two girls making passionate, forbidden love. Ah, the sound of flesh plying against flesh, the wet schlicking sounds as the two sisters finger each other, Kisha's slutty vocalizations?
Absolutely divine.
And with Alice's enhanced senses, she can smell the scent of sex even behind that locked bedroom door. The pheromones, the sweaty bitch-scents of two sisters in heat deciding to enjoy each other's bodies? Truly a wonderful aroma to go along with this lovely glass of wine. The only thing that'd make the evening even better is if Alice indulged in those two sisters herself.
Well. Even this is fine. It's alright for Alice to engage in some voyeurism here and then. There's something to be said for just looking and not touching quite yet. Speaking of looking…
Alice sips at her wine, then gropes for the remote by her side. The hidden cameras in her bedroom switch on as she presses a button on the remote, recording footage that Alice's keen on replaying later. She'll have to pull some data off of Kisha's implants so she can make a Virtusim of this very event! To play back for her own pleasure of course...
"Mistress, do you need more wine?"
"Eh?" Alice blinks as two of her maids sidle up to the couch. What were their names… Patricia and Rebecca, was it? Interesting~! "No, just a bit of ice… And some company, of course, if you don't mind~!"
"Not at all, mistress!" The two cat-girls cheer, eagerly complying with their loving mistress' wishes. Alice sighs happily as the two sexy kitties press up against her. Her hands wander up to their heads, generously rubbing right between their twitching ears… And then begin to wander lower. Rebecca worries at her lip as one of Alice's hands caresses her thigh; Patricia lets out a cute mewl as Alice's other hand cups her soft breast.
Mmh. Being able to cuddle with two cute sisters is the best~!
"Uh- Mistress?" Rebecca pipes up then, drawing Alice out of her reverie. "I have a question?"
"… Yeah? What is it?" Alice tilts her head curiously.
"About what you said to that girl, Sveta – Uh. I was just wondering… How much of what you said was the truth? Like… Is it really true what you said about love?"
Alice smiles her secret smile, taking her hand off of Patricia's breast so she can put a finger to her bow-shaped lips. "Oh, the vagaries of love are complex. Who can say where the absolute truth lies?"
"So does that mean-"
"Does it really matter if I was telling the truth or lying through my teeth? More importantly..." Alice licks her lips, her eyes fixated on Patricia's cleavage, exposed through her thin nightgown. "I'm thinking I'm in the mood for a bit of fun. Hearing all of that got me seriously worked up. What do the two of you think?"
"Ah..." Rebecca and Patricia stiffen up. The two catgirl sisters feel their panties dampen, their loins begin to quiver with lust and heat, and the thought of… Of being able to sleep with their glorious mistress. Together!
"Yes, of course~!"
"Anything for you, mistress Alice!"
"Good, good. Then the first thing I want the two of you to do is kiss. I'm in a voyeuristic mood today, and I know the two of you are a couple, so I want to see how you get along without me. We can go from there, okay?"
"Okay~!" Both of the catgirls cheer.
Ah, truly a wonderful end to the evening~!
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Sveta/Primal Huntress Corruption: 35/50 (Stage 3 – Stage 2 complete)
Week 8 ended; Week 9 starting now. Essence: 86/170 (55 regen)