[Brainwashing, Corruption, Mental Changes]
Matoi Ryuko. The girl who was on the hunt for the girl who had killed her father, and the one that had taken the other half of the scissor she kept at her side. This quest brought her to Honnoji Academy, the militaristic school headed by the black-haired Bitch known as Kiryuin Satsuki. And thanks to proving herself worthy in a fight against her, she promised that if she ever won properly, she’d let her know what she knew about her Father.
Unfortunately for Satsuki, Ryuko was an impatient girl. She had just barely gotten over her issues with the outfit that empowered her, Senketsu, and she wasn’t about to go through tons more effort to knock her off her proverbial throne. Instead, she’d do the next best thing. Something she had picked up from the lowlives she lived with for the time being.
If at first you don’t succeed, sneak in and steal the competition’s duds. Sneaking in wasn’t hard either, as the few students that stood in her way were either 0 stars that didn’t pose a threat, or vulnerable to shame just as much as she was. Flashing them her tits and then knocking them senseless with the back of the Scissor Blade made short work of them too.
“Gotta say, if I have to show another bastard my tits…” Ryuko grit her teeth as she strolled into the top secret part of the big head bitch’s chambers, stretching a little. She was glad she hadn’t bothered putting Senketsu on today, because he would’ve probably just nagged away at her like he usually did.
Now that she was in the deepest part of Satsuki’s home, it wasn’t hard to find what she wanted. Because she put the damn thing up on display, pinned against a wall. As if it was a rabid animal held down by its restraints.
That bitch really did have odd tastes. First it was all the clubs at Honnoji, and now she was displaying her own clothes like they were a hunter’s trophy? No wonder she threw away shame so eagerly, if this was how she treated her clothes.
Well, there wasn’t any time to dwell on it. Ryuko grinned from ear to ear as she yanked the white uniform off the wall, not noticing that it immediately started trembling and twitching, before high-tailing it out of there. She didn’t want to get caught by the bitch herself, nor did she want any of those bozos to wake up.
And once she got home, it was time to celebrate!
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Maybe she shouldn’t have celebrated so hard. She forgot just how gluttonous Mako and the rest of her family were. Oh, her body ached. If she focused on the sensation for too long, she wasn’t sure if she was going to last…
Ryuko slowly staggered into the bedroom, collapsing onto her mattress while the others continued partying just outside the door. They were just as loud and as rambunctious as when she had showed the thing off, even after she left them alone.
Now that she thought about it, she was going to put it on in front of them, wasn’t she? Then that escalated and they tried to try it on too, and she ended up having to knock out Mako’s dad… Ah, heck.
If she didn’t try it now, she wouldn’t get a chance. Especially knowing the forces the bitch had at her disposal. Though, as she sank her fingers into that white fabric, she couldn’t help but worry a little. Just a smidge, a shiver running down her spine.
“What are you looking at?” Ryuko scoffed as she finally unfolded the clothes she had brought with her, causing her to stare straight at the eye-like design on the front of the white seifuku. The main difference between it and Senketsu, were the colors and the fact that one of the eyes weren’t scarred. Could that mean something? Nah, probably just an aesthetic choice. It didn’t seem like it was sentient when the two fought.
She shrugged her shoulders and tossed the near-crumpled outfit into the air, letting the airtime fix it and slowly let it drift down towards her as she reached her hands up. Slipping the outfit on wasn’t hard after that, letting it sink onto her near-naked body…
Whoa. Once that nice and almost silky smooth fabric rubbed up against her body, she couldn’t help but blush a bit. This was what Satsuki liked to wear? No wonder she looked like a pretty bitch. Just wearing it was enough to make her want to make the rest of her body just as pretty. Then again, that wasn’t her style.
Buuuut… If she were to make herself look like that bitch, and then tease herself in front of the mirror, then... Mmmhm, that would be perfect..!
A little brushing later, and adjusting the Kamui so it fit on her as properly as it possibly could, she grabbed a pillow and used it as a makeshift sword. Sure, it wasn’t anywhere near sharp, but it helped her get into that pose the bitch usually used.
“Listen here, you pigs in human clothing!” Ryuko shouted, trying her best to sound like the bitch that usually wore the outfit. “You aren’t going anywhere! You’ll fester at the bottom until the end! Everything I’ve promised is one big fat lie!” She laughed as she spat out insult after insult, having a little too much fun with the concept.
All while unaware of the eyes moving around on her chest. The Kamui wasn’t sleeping. In fact, it was observing her. It had two primary routines programmed into it. One was to improve the physical performance of the Kiryuin that wore it, and the second was to make sure that they stayed loyal to its creator.
The first was an easy thing to accomplish. The one wearing it was a Kiryuin by blood. But the second wasn’t fulfilled. The one that wore it was not at all allied with her. Which meant that it had to take action.
“Eh? Why’s it getting all tight?” Ryuko muttered as she felt her movements getting more sluggish. As if the Kamui was currently disabling her body by tightening on her body. But nah, that couldn’t be right. It wasn’t sentient, was it?
Which was exactly the moment that she realized it. Yes, it was absolutely sentient. And it was pissed, given the scowl that its eyes made. She was in trouble. There had been a very good reason as to why the bitch had pinned it against the wall, if this was the kinda thing it could do when it wasn’t kept in check.
“Let me go you shitty outfit..!” The rowdy girl cried out as she tried to dig her fingers into the fabric. She wanted to tear it apart completely. But she couldn’t get a proper grip, because the muscles that she wanted to use couldn’t receive her brain’s signals.
Junketsu continued to scowl up at its wearer, as part of its collar started to unfurl itself, leaving it as little more than a stray couple of threads that needed to find a proper home. And that home happened to be a little higher up…
Ryuko noticed the fibers heading up towards her ears, and grabbed them before they got too far. She had enough control over herself to keep them from slipping free at least. “Oh no you ain’t, you tacky piece of shit!”
Junketsu took that as an insult as it started glaring, only for the life fibers to shoot straight through the girl’s hand, piercing through her body and into her ears. She could only widen her eyes in shock as the red fibers reached all the way into her head…
Once they found their way to her brain, they wrapped around it and dug in, wriggling around as they began to change fundamental parts of their wearer. They needed to make sure that she could follow the rules that had been set. And if she wasn’t going to obey, it would make her obey.
“Damnit, get out of thhhhh…” Ryuko’s mouth grew loose as her thoughts slowed to a crawl. They had been completely coiled around by the threads inside her brain. Restraining her body was one thing, but to think that it could restrain her mind as well…
The girl’s arms lowered until they hung by her sides, as the fibers continued to dig around inside her head. Spearing through disobedient thoughts. Spinning a whole new personality for her that would fit her needs… And most importantly, giving the brain some new commands of its own.
Junketsu was a proud Kamui. And that meant that it wanted the proudest kind of wearer. And the proudest kind of wearer had curves that would dominate anybody with a single look. Thus, its fibers forced her body to develop as a result.
Ryuko’s ass pushed out, her panties snapping straight off. Her tits trembled and stretched, pushing out the living outfit’s eyes in the process… And her hair grew longer. Not as long as the girl that had originally worn it, but enough that she looked like a proper proud bitch…
And the grin that formed on her face was all too telling, as the fibers retracted and let her do what she needed to…
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“What is the meaning of this!?”
Satsuki had been woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a loud siren. Somebody had broken into her estate. Who could be so foolish as to do something like that? And beyond that, had one of the students tried to steal Junketsu? The thing wasn’t in its chamber, so…
“Ohoho! Look at you scampering around, like a rat with no pride!”
The black-haired girl whipped around, drawing her sword from its sheath. Even if she didn’t have her Kamui, she still had her experience with a weapon. “Whoever you are, you’ll find yourself sorely mistaken if you think I’ll be an easy opponent.”
“You aren’t even worth my time, Kiryuin Satsuki!” The owner of the voice stepped out from the shadows, revealing the now-white clad Matoi Ryuko. She had been the one to grab Junketsu… But that thing wasn’t supposed to synchronize with anybody except for her. Which meant… Which meant..!
Satsuki grit her teeth, refusing to believe it. “You think you’ll beat me, just because you took away my clothes? You’re a fool and a fraud, Matoi!” She shouted, dashing forward with killing intent in her eyes. She wasn’t about to dismantle her plans like they were nothing.
Ryuko grinned as she whipped out the red Scissor Blade, clashing and trashing that silly sword like it was nothing. “Matoi? That name hold no meaning to me any longer. A girl with this much pride deserves nothing less than the Kiryuin name. And our dear Mother agreed, Satsuki!”
“You… You really are-”
Satsuki didn’t get to finish that thought before she received a heel straight to the head, knocking her to the ground. All while the girl wearing white licked the edge of her blade, giggling at the sight of her crumpled up on the floor. “Really, is this the best you can do? No wonder Mother has no faith in you.”
“Open your eyes, Matoi..!” The defeated girl cried out, as she tried to grab at her feet. Anything to try and gain an advantage…
Her attempts to change how the fight went just resulted in her sister taking a seat atop her head, forcing her against her unclothed nethers. Silencing her, and putting her in a hold she wouldn’t easily escape once those thighs clamped around her head.
“There’s nothing to open here, Satsuki. Mother made sure of it.” Ryuko said, licking her blade one more time. “In fact, she’s given me a perfect task to ensure that your little game ends before it begins. Those children that you’re so fond of? They’ll make excellent servants…”
Satsuki’s eyes widened, but her attempts to struggle were cut short as she was forced to eat her sibling’s wet pussy out. All she could do was let out muffled screams of futile defiance…
“That’s the spot. Maybe Mother trained you right, after all. I’ll have to tell her that I’ll keep you as a pet, until you’ve learned your lesson…” The corrupted girl giggled, leaning into her new role as her Mother’s most precious daughter.
A shadow was cast on Honnoji that night. And from that day onward, Kiryuin Ryuko would take charge, carrying out her Mother’s will. All while indulging herself like the bratty princess that she was…