Concubine Factory 1/2: Shampoo vs Kuno

Unending BE - episode 799892

The Kuno like figure charged like a rampaging, rabid bull and swiped down with his mighty sword at the couch Shampoo had been standing next to. Had to, for Shampoo effortlessly somersaulted out of the way of the incoming assault, soaring through the air with the grace of a swan. She landed on her feet and regarded her opponent as her stance became more defensive, right arm raised parallel to her head to block as her left drew towards her waist ready to strike with the strength and deadliness of a serpent. The Kuno like person's blade cleaved the couch clean in two, and Shampoo thought to herself "You'll pay for that." Because she'd be damned if she footed the bill for a new couch.

"Why you attack Shampoo?" she insisted. Not that it mattered too much to her, but knowing how events seemed to turn out around here it was almost certainly some form of misunderstanding. Even if that was the case, she was still going to kick his ass.

"You are under the influence of the dread sorceror Saotome!" the Kuno like being - oh screw it, she'd just think of him as Kuno - boomed in a loud, dramatic and scenery chewing manner. "I shall defeat you, and then that will free you from his control! Just as I shall all women enslaved to his will!"

Shampoo rolled her eyes. So, he'd finally taken his insane obsession with defeating Ranma to a new and yet stupider height. In one sense, she was under his spell. Didn't he understand that girls kept falling for Ranma because of how much of a magnificent catch he was? That strength, that handsome face, that fit, toned body, the cute and yet arrogant smirk, the adorable shyness. He wasn't mister perfect, but he was definitely mister worth it.

No time to think about that for the time being, though. Another attack, this time a horizontal swipe with the blade which Shampoo easily rolled underneath, coming up behind Kuno. She leaped into the air like a suddenly released coiled up spring, twisted in the air and dove in with the ferocity of a missile. One clean blow to the back of the head ought to put a swift end to this stupidity. Then she could collect her money and leave Kuno to pay for the damages. He could certainly afford it.

But the blow did not land. Somehow, it was as though he sensed it coming and ducked underneath it, leaning his body back against Shampoo and then shifting his weight so that her own momentum tossed him over his back. She landed from that on her feet in a landing that put Olympic gymnasts to shame, but that very instant she suddenly felt a breeze down her spine from the neck to her tailbone. Shampoo spun around in place and checked her back with her hand while keeping her distance from Kuno - her dress had been torn entirely down her spine. No blood on her hands, no pain to indicate he's even scratched her flesh. That was lucky. She could live with a little bit of clothing damage but a spinal injury was another matter... Maybe she ought to take this fight more seriously.

That said, she saw him approaching with another attempted blow. She blocked his wrists and kicked the sword from his hands, following it up with a snap kick with that same leg without even dropping it an inch. Kuno flew across the room like a tossed doll, seemingly lifeless, seemingly defeated... Up until she saw him turn his body at the last moment, simultaneously retrieving his sword and landing on his feet. Impossible! Since when was Kuno this skilled?

"I see now that you are far more sklled than I gave you credit!" Kuno's sexy, powerful voice echoed throughout the room, reverberating through Shampoo's soul, causing her to shudder. "I shall have to take you more seriously, it seems."

What did he mean by that? Take her seriously? Such arrogance! Did he truly believe that he could defeat Shampoo, when he struggled to contend with Akane Tendo? What could he possibly mean by-

Kuno drew back his blade, and Shampoo realised just barely too late what he meant by that as she felt the air pressure in the room suddenly change. She dove out of the way as the sheer air pressure from his attacks pounded into the wall behind her, leaving large dents. One managed to nick her left shoulder as she dodged in the opposite direction, tearing the cloth off it and hurting like hell. Now that her dress was hanging from but a shoulder, it served as more of a nuisance than was worthwhile, so she tore it off and prepared to fight in her underwear. He'd pay for that, and the walls too; Shampoo didn't make nearly enough money to pay for all this.

Another barrage of air pressure, and she dove once again out of the way, this time with more success than before. She had to get close. An aerial assault had not worked before, but perhaps a lower one might. Roll towards him, take his legs out from under him, put a stop to this foolishness once and for all! She dove behind another couch, then steeled herself before launching over it, rolling once she hit the ground, coming up where Kuno was - or rather, wasn't.

"Where he go?" Shampoo wondered, scratching her head but not dropping her guard for a moment. No trace of him anywhere in the room! Except for the sword which was now being held at her throat. Oh dear.

"I'm right here, my dear Shampoo. You have lost. Admit it."

Something about his breath on her ears like that made her feel weak at the knees."And if Shampoo not admit defeat?"

"Then the spell is too strong for me to break, and I must rather sadly kill you. I'm sure the real Shampoo would have wanted it that way."

Nothing else for it, then. Where strength and skill fail, beauty and seduction often succeed. She pressed her body back against him, and adopted her cutsiest, bubbliest voice. "Shampoo surrender. You is too, too strong and handsome for Shampoo to beat."

The sword was taken from her neck, and she was pushed forwards. "Forgive me, but I must be certain that the spell truly is lifted. That you are under your own power once more rather than that of the foul Saotome. Permit me to kiss you."

The thought simultaneously disgusted and excited her. Kiss Kuno? On the one hand, it would certainly get him to drop his guard. It would be trivial for Shampoo to get in close, give him a quick smooch, disarm him and then knee him in the balls when he was at his most vulnerable. Easy done. On the other hand, if she went along with this further, she could use Kuno to make Ranma jealous. She could see it now. "Why are you dating that creep when I'm so much better?" "If Airen really care about Shampoo, he take her on more dates!"

In which case, she really couldn't think of a reason not to kiss the idiot. He had defeated her in a fight, so he kind of did deserve something at least. Whatever she did, she'd decide based on how good of a kisser he turned out to be though she was not expecting to be particularly impressed. Dressed in naught but bra and panties, Shampoo swayed forward and kissed the lucky fool on the lips, and that's when things got a little bit hazy.

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Lumitiel

Fri Aug 12 12:48:21 2011