18 - Tenko Chabashira - Lesbian Pheromones

"It's only a working theory, and this is still a new and poorly-understood biological reaction. However, with so many unusual people gathered in one place, it wouldn't be a surprise for new psychosomatic illnesses to appear in the student body. In this case, the cause may be your strong emotions which reject men. As a hormonal response, in an effort to attract a partner, your body has begun producing pheromones that powerfully exclusively attract..." A pause came in the muffled voice from behind the mask. "A-are you listening?" The Ultimate Pharmacist, Seiko Kimura, turned her eerie eyes from the medicine she'd been preparing and towards her patient.

The Ultimate Aikido Master, Tenko Chabashira, looked like she could collapse at any moment. She was red as a beet and sweating like she'd been working out, with clear stains appearing under the armpits of her blue uniform. It was reasonable to wonder if she was paying attention, given her eyes were screwed shut and her face was pointed away from the speaker. "Y-yes, yes... of course! It's just... I wonder if this lesson requires you to be... in such close proximity?"

"W-why are you fussing at me? It's weird for me too!" The pharmacist suddenly grew irritated, squeezing the plump thigh of the woman she was sitting next to. Throughout her explanation, she'd been gently rubbing Tenko's sweaty thigh, letting her hand crawl closer and closer to the hem of the uniform skirt. Because that meant her hands weren't constantly mixing ****, it meant the whole process was taking twice as long as it needed to. "I'm not doing it because I want to, all right? I just laid it out for you, explained it all clear as day! I won't let you say you weren't listening!!"

Tenko squealed from the touch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You can't blame me for squirming under such feminine, delicate fingers, can you?"

Seiko seemed to be fuming. As always, her mouth was unreadable, although her eyes looked intense, boring a hole into Tenko's eyes with creepy, upturned eyebrows. Finally, she snapped up the small bottle of liquid medicine she'd been preparing from the metal tray, holding it in shaky hands. "This should counteract the ****. I need you to take it fast, because I can't hold back any more. A-and, this ****... It must be administered..."

The pharmacist pulled down her mask to reveal a creepy mouth, her lips parted in a big, waiting smile, curling at the corners of her almost-pained eyes.

"Mouth-to mouth!!" she screeched, looking like she was going to forget the medicine entirely and go for a sloppy kiss without it.

Tenko was shocked and unwell, but she wasn't so dense that she could fail to understand what was going on. She would have to act in order to protect the purity of the pharmacist who meant to help her! With quick reflexes, Tenko swiped the **** from the other woman's hands and gulped the whole thing down, heedless of whether she'd been intended to dose it. When she finished, she let out a gasp, wiped her mouth, then wiped an additional sheet of sweat off her forehead with a big smile. "Aaah, incredible! You're a genius, Seiko! I can tell it's working perfectly, it's fast-acting, and it even tastes pleasant! How did you create something like this for a newly discovered disease?! You must be the most popular girl in your class!"

While Tenko was rapidly recovering, a change had come over the previously aggressive Seiko, as well. The shy young woman had turned from her patient to hide her own feverishly red face, likely remembering how she had been about to act a moment ago. "Ah... n-no... that's, um... I'm not... Sh-shut up... Forget it...!"

"Eh? Um... A-as you wish!" Tenko agreed, rising with a formal bow. "In any case, you are a true lifesaver. Now I can host the women's-only defense class I had planned, after a quick shower! Thank you so much!" Another couple of quick bows and Tenko was skipping out of the medical office, feeling fully rejuvenated.

Seiko continued to squirm in place, watching the door close behind Tenko. "... I can't believe such an incredible woman... think's I'm incredible...?! I should make her my friend... n-no, my girlfriend! No, h-hold on. Is my ****... not working? Why is she still so attractive?!" The pharmacist lowered her mask to improve her breathing and clenched her teeth hard, working to stop her hand from creeping between her legs. "W-well... I need to work on an improved version. I-if it works well... I'll have an excuse to bring it to her and see her again, muehehe! A-and it'll probably be fine to let her run around in the meantime, as long as she doesn't go too hard. My **** surely had to be at least partially effective... Surely!!" She groaned and grit her teeth as she began furiously working out her frustration on a pestle. "There are too many unknowns... Dammit!!"

In the school's martial arts room, three of Tenko's fellow upper-years had been sitting on their legs as instructed. Then, after waiting for about five or ten minutes without any sign of their late instructor, they had all, with varying degrees of quickness, given up and shifted to more comfortable positions. Each was dressed in a white gi for martial arts, and each was a frail-bodied creature Tenko thought of as a delicate young woman, the kind who'd need to be taught the basics of self-defense martial arts before graduating and emerging into the working world where they'd frequently encounter degenerate males.

Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Mage, was the one who knew Tenko the best, but also the one least interested in exerting herself in martial arts. Tenko had been a good friend throughout their time together at the Academy, and since she was so insistent, it was impossible to turn her down. Still, the small-bodied red-headed magician would look totally out of place in a martial arts uniform if not for the two sitting next to her.

First off, she had to thank the stars that Chihiro Fujisaki, the mousy brown-haired Ultimate Programmer, was here. That young woman had been surprisingly interested in getting stronger, and immediately jumped at the chance to participate in martial arts being taught for young women. Now, she was mostly engaged in trying to calm down the third student...

The Ultimate Traditional Dancer, Hiyoko Saionji, had started complaining immediately and hadn't shut up since. Himiko was self-aware enough to know that she, herself, could be whiny at times, but at least she wasn't constantly hurling insults at people! She winced, keeping her eyes shut as if in meditation peering out of just one to cast a judgmental eye. "What a terrible personality, nyeh... Folks in the second class have got it rough. I wonder if people give her a pass because of the whole cutesy blonde-pigtails look? I can't take much more of this..."

So, she let out a sigh of relief when the door was noisily thrown open and she heard her friend enter. "Oh, thank... G-God...?!"

She'd heard Hiyoko let loose a similar cry next to her, and it wasn't hard to see why. Was the woman who'd entered the dojo... really Tenko Chabashira?!?!

Himiko had made a conscious effort not to be around Tenko when she was in a martial arts gi at any time, knowing instinctively that she'd get pressured into participating in training with her. Now, she couldn't believe she'd made that mistake. What an incredible transformation! Tenko's weird fashion sense must have been having a "glasses-on" effect for her naturally incredible body. So much of it was hidden, but something about the way the white gi hugged her muscles seemed to send the young woman's imagination racing. The powerful hands... the bare feet...!

All of that became a secondary thought when Tenko finished drying her hair with the towel she'd been holding when she ran in. When Tenko lowered that towel, it felt like she'd fired a shot straight through her best friend. Himiko clutched at her chest to feel how hard her heart was beating. Tenko with her slightly damp hair down... fresh out of a shower... was this powerful?!?! Her usual smile, which was usually either goofy or full of misplaced confidence, seemed to glow with an angelic aura. Her long eyelashes... her eye-catching beauty mark... her long, dark hair, out of her usual meticulous ponytails and hairband, was so long, full, and luxurious... Himiko couldn't help but imagine running her hands through it, smelling it... And Tenko's own hands on her...

"What the heck," Hiyoko whispered dumbly next to Himiko. "Wh-why is she so hot?! Hey, fat-lip! Has that m-meathead always had such sexy- u-uh, p-p-pretty... Has she always been so...? Y'know...?"

Himiko only shook her head vacantly, barely hearing Hiyoko.

"My apologies for being late! I was feeling ill, but I'm now fully well. I will make it up with a high-energy lesson. Who's ready to learn the principles of Neo-Aikido?" Tenko pumped her fists with excitement, not seeming to notice the strange atmosphere in her students.

"I am!" Chihiro, the one responsive student, called out.

"That's the spirit! So, let us begin with-"

"Exercise!" Hiyoko shouted out, sounding aggravated. "We wanna see you exercise. It's only fair cuz you were so late, right? Had a nice long shower, did ya? With l-lotsa soap... on those big, soft..." Hiyoko's taunt seemed to trail off as her mind wandered. She slapped her face to right her head. "I mean, uh, yeah. You've gotta stretch first, right? Those are the basics for traditional dance... It's the same for inferior martial arts too, isn't it? Even a monkey knows that much."

Tenko looked surprised at having the reins taken from her, but it was quickly fixed to an enthusiastic smile that seemed to look past all the insults. "Ah, certainly! I'll take proper notes from an expert, then! Let's do some basic stretches. Watch my form! This is the practice of Neo-Aikido!"

The would-be students watched rapt attention as Tenko began flexible stretches that looked way beyond her relatively twiggy disciples. Lifting a leg up high over her head...

Himiko found herself sniffing discretely, trying to see if she could catch a whiff.

Bending over to touch her toes and holding the pose effortlessly...

Himiko found herself studying the pantylines where Tenko's martial arts clothing clung to her healthy behind. Or rather... where were the pantylines? Why couldn't Himiko see them?

Flexibly dropping to the floor in a split...

Was it possible for Himiko to see that and not imagine what Tenko was like in bed?! "Nyeh! Wait, what am I thinking?! S-since when was I so down bad for Tenko?!"

As if that sentiment was a contest, a voice next to her suddenly spoke up. "Teacher, teacher! This is kinda pointless, isn't it?"

Tenko looked back from her split with an apologetic smile, caught off guard. "I'm sorry? B-but you were the one who asked-"

"I'm not getting anything from it, though! You're a good martial artist, but you suck as a teacher! I'm a visual learner, get it? I can't internalize it with all of that stuff in the way blocking my vision!"

"... Stuff?" Tenko didn't understand.

"All the clothes, dummy! It's blocking my view of your ass."

"... Ass?!" Tenko really didn't understand.

"A-are you stupid? I said muscles! Obviously I said muscles, that only follows from the context, doesn't it, idiot?! Is your brain made of muscles, too? Of course if I'm looking at you, I'm gonna be looking at your muscles!"

Himiko turned her shocked face from Hiyoko and back to Tenko. She could see the woman biting her lip and struggling with what to do. Obviously, she was giving this way more thought than this deserved, and in some corner of low volume, Chihiro was trying to talk her out of it. But Himiko, her friend... was silent.

She was silent because... "I really wanna see it! Is Tenko gonna do it?! Is she gonna take her pants off?!"

As if in response to the question, Tenko rose to her feet with a **** smile on her bright red face, obviously having conflicting feelings on the request despite the strength she was trying to project. "U-um... if it's a request of Lady Hiyoko, how can I refuse...? B-besides, we are all women here... No degenerate male gaze taints the sanctity of our sanctuary! So... very well..."

Tenko undid her black belt, allowing her gi to fall open and loose. She allowed the pants to sag around her as she lifted the vest.

The body revealed was almost too much stimulation. Himiko heard a stifled scream, and wasn't sure if it had left Hiyoko's mouth or her own.

Instead of the interestingly-patterned boyshorts Tenko had flashed many times with her skirted high-kicks, Tenko was here sporting a type of fundoshi loincloth and chest binding, all of which became revealed on her olive-toned body at once due to her clumsy disrobing. It wasn't the first time that Himiko had thought that, despite Tenko's devotion to martial arts, her body wasn't hard and muscular at all. Instead, it was soft and even plump in places. "All the right places," a strange, perverted corner of Himiko's mind added involuntarily.

"T-teacher!" Chihiro's voice suddenly broke the tension. The young woman had shifted in her seated stance, placing her hands over her lap conspicuously. "I don't, um, think this is appropriate! What if a man was watching?! Uh... in theory...?"

Tenko finished shucking off her gi, still working to pretend she was comfortable under the intense, not-at-all-subtle eyes of her students. "Um... Well, if a man was watching, I would slay him immediately! This is a paradise only for chaste young women with devotion to Neo-Aikido, you see."

"Ah!" Chihiro smiled and gulped suspiciously. "S-so true... Um... Go right ahead, then."

"Right... back to stretches..." With an audible gulp of her own, Tenko returned to doing her stretches. As if self-conscious of her state of undress, the poses she did now were relatively tame, twisting her torso while locking her arms... Her bashful eyes tried not to meet her students'.

Meanwhile, the last place her students were looking was her eyes. Himiko was leaning forward, hands on the tatami mats, crawling forward without realizing it.

However, there was one thing she did realize: Hiyoko was doing the same. Himiko snapped at her. "W-what's the big idea? I've been thinking this for a while, but you've been perving on my buddy since she walked in, haven't you? Are you even here to learn martial arts? I bet you're just here to see her big boobies and her big, half-naked butt, nyeh."

"Excuse me?!" Hiyoko retorted in disgust, giving Himiko a glare that made the young woman reflexively retreat. "You're the one who's been hogging her incredible body all to herself, you pig! By hanging around her with your stupid, sullen, stinky plainness, you've been hiding what a knockout she is! I bet you were surprised when I agreed to her invitation, huh? You wanted her all to yourself, didn't you?!"

"I have not!" Himiko defended herself. "I never thought about Tenko that way... Until, like, today, in this room, nyeh."

"Then you're a drooling idiot," Hiyoko taunted with a smirk. "This martial arts babe's easily twice as hot as any other woman at the Academy, including me and the couple of other good ones!"

"I'm not an idiot, I'm just not a huge perv!"

"Oh yeah?" Hiyoko cleared her throat, then put on a sunny smile for their teacher. "Hey, Tenko, Tenkooo! I'm sorry to interrupt, but Himiko said she wanted to try taking one of your Neo Aikido throws! I'm a little scared of it, but she volunteered to show me how totally normal it is to be close to your big, athletic body and take one of those without turning into a drooling puddle!"

Himiko's jaw dropped. She had a LOT of mixed feelings about taking a throw from Tenko. However, when she turned back to Tenko...

Her friend was looking at her with starry eyes that would have looked stupid and naive any of the other 364 days of the year, but looked bright and beautiful this particular day. "Is that true, Himiko?! Oh, I knew I could count on you to ease in the rest of the class! As a mage, you have discipline on another level entirely. And you'll find that being tossed by me is like being launched into a featherbed."

That still sounded scary to Himiko, but also... something else. She stammered and looked for a way out... Until she saw Hiyoko's smug, teasing mug next to her. Reaching up to straighten the hat she wasn't wearing and get serious, Himiko rose to her feet. "Sure. I can do it and be totally normal about it, nyeh. It's easy for someone who's your friend and not a... total... creep..."

As Himiko took uneasy steps towards Tenko, the world seemed to dull around her. Every other sight and noise in the dojo seemed to fade into the background as her former friend, now surely the fated love of her life, held out her arms for what was obviously intended to be a hug, baring her body and wearing a warm, inviting smile.

Zombie-like, the mage continued to stagger forward... past the arms waiting to toss her... straight into the bosom.

"H-Himiko?!" Tenko gasped, her fingers twitching uselessly as her friend snuggled into her breasts and wrapped her arms around for a hug.

"Tenko... your body is so soft... you're like the perfect pillow, nyeh... I wanna fall asleep on you..." She turned a big smile that no longer looked innocent up at her friend. "After we do all the other fun stuff two girls can do in a bed, nyeh... I wanna show you some real magic, okay? I m-may not have much experience, but I'll make it up in enthusiasm! I'll use up all my mana, okay?!"

"H-H-Himikooo!" Tenko cried, struggling against the much smaller woman's grip uselessly. "A pure girl like you shouldn't say such things, and you definitely shouldn't use up your valuable mana on something so vulgar!! Aaah, wait! H-hold on, Himiko, these aren't your true feelings! I'm... eep!!"

The martial artist's explanation was cut off as she was suddenly attacked from the back. Hiyoko had approached her rapidly from the other side. Down on her knees, she'd begun kneading Tenko's half-naked ass, rubbing her cheek against it shamelessly. "Yeah, don't listen to that shrimpy little slut! What would she know to do with a big booty like this, anyhow? I'm a traditional dancer, you know. That means I've got technique~... Plus, I actually have boobies cuz of my growth spurth! Not like that little fake-magic nobody-"

Ordinarily, Himiko would have risen to the heckle about her magic being fake. Now, however, something else was on her mind. Without hesitating, she took one hand from her friend's breasts and used it to grab the pigtail of the blonde assaulting her friend's behind. "Uh, Tenko doesn't care about that. She's a pure girl who only sees people for their real beauty, and she's always talking about how cute I am, nyeh! Where do you get off, trying to snuggle her butt?"

Hiyoko growled and winced, rising to her feet. She used one hand to try and fight off Himiko's, while using the other to reach around Tenko's back and fondle the boob Himiko had released. "Where do YOU get off rubbing your snotty nose all over MY awesome boobies, pipsqueak?! Tenko basically already agreed to be MY property! Like I said, a little girl who plays with toys wouldn't know what to do with a real woman in bed, anyhow! Tenko, tell her! Tell her I'd be much better in the sheets and you wanna take me there, now! I'm not a loose girl. I don't offer this to just anyone, okay? It's a limited-time offer you'd be crazy to pass up!"

"N-no!" Himiko whined, turning her pleading eyes up from Tenko's chest and into her stammering face. "Tell her, Tenko! Tell her you wanna take me to bed. We're gonna taste the sweet, forbidden fruit of friendship I've been carefully watering all year, nyeh... By putting up with your... h-huh?" Himiko briefly seemed to lose her train of thought. "Why was I thinking of that as... putting up with something...? Haven't you always been really nice, and sweet, and considerate? Like the perfect girlfriend, nyeh... Even when you mess up, it's just cute and funny..."

"Duh, of course it is!" Hiyoko shouted from behind her. "You're not special for thinking that! I've ALWAYS said that the way Tenko talks down to guys and calls them trash is super hot! She's always been way too good for you."

"Nuh-uh! She's perfect for me! We're perfect for each other!"

... Meanwhile, the woman in the midst of it all, Tenko Chabashira, had finally recovered enough from the heavenly embrace and adoration of two small, delicate, very suddenly perverted angels to make a clear-headed decision about what she ought to do. It helped that her own mental image of herself had a hard time accepting these compliments as genuine. She turned her head to Chihiro, intending to beg her to go find Seiko.

Instead, she was surprised to find the woman in question bolting towards her, looking conspicuously out of place in her brown school uniform instead of a training gi. "Get off her you skanky sluuuuts!!" the pharmacist screamed at a high pitch. With simultaneous motions, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle she was carrying and pulled down her mask to reveal her drooling lips. "Mouth to mouth!!" she shouted wildly as she closed in and transferred the entire contents of the bottle into her own mouth...

... Then locked her lips with Tenko's, looking straight and longingly into the terrified martial artist's green eyes, brushing aside her own wild and stiff silver locks with a gesture out of a romance novel. She spat the material into Tenko's mouth in a gesture that seemed incredibly intimate at the time.

...

Chihiro was left looking at quite a scene. The half-naked martial artist had the red-head snuggled to her bosom, the blonde practically humping her from behind, and the silver-haired pharmacist probably stealing her first kiss. Furthermore, all three of the women seemed to be experiencing slowly elevating levels of shock and realization at their behavior. Himiko's sleepy eyes popped open gradually. A look of comical, horrified disgust began to dawn on Hiyoko. It was difficult to see Seiko's face, but her ears had gone feverishly red, yet she still hadn't pulled herself from the embarrassing stolen kiss.

The programmer gulped, stood with her hands crossed over her lap, gave a small bow, and showed them an apologetic smile. "I think the world of martial arts is, uh... a little intense for me, after all. I'll just leave it to you women! Ah, um, women l-like you, I mean... B-bye!"

The programmer fled through the door as fast as his skinny legs would take him, panting. "T-that's it," the young man disguised as a young woman dressed as a martial artist thought to himself. "I'm only hanging out with guys from now on! Women... are terrifying!"