I have no clue why everyone writes Sakuno as such a flimsy character with a flat chest and no figure. My story takes place four years after the series ended so I will be making the characters go through significant changes in retrospect to their hormones. Some things that might be nice to know would be:

Sakuno's a late bloomer, so she's only recently getting her period. It is very possible to get your period late if you're skinny. Maybe it's just me, but since she has 'wobbly hips' I also figure them to be fairly wide on her slim build, making them harder to control. That's just my psycho logic though. So, in my story, she will be growing into a fairly nice figure. Emphasis on growing, so she's still fairly awkward. With puberty comes hormones which is what is inspiring this lovely raunchy fic and Sakuno's sudden urge to want to seduce someone.

Ryoma is not a late bloomer, but he's a tennis genius so he obviously knows how to will his body. I suspect he's just willing the hormones away and channeling them into tennis. I'll be making him as in character as possible.

Oh, and all the regulars are still there, I think in Japan they extend Senior High by a year, I'm not sure. And if not, then I'll just make it one of those High School and Universities combined. Oh, sorry, all the regulars except for Taka-san, he's still in the same school though.

I definitely think that Prince of Tennis needs some more RyoSaku smut, so I'll do the honors of creating one amongst the few. Enjoy the story, peace and love.

Step One: Change Your Look

Sakuno stared, mortified by the black text neatly printed onto the polished magazine page. Her nimble fingers tensed around the thin paper and she willed herself to flick her wrist and continue on to the next page, the one the headline said would have the latest style of cell phone charms, but her eyes were glued to the same text in morbid fascination.

"How to Seduce the Job Obsessed Adonis"

These magazines were just so indecent, trying to get the world to think of the opposite sex as food.

But, oh, curse the temptation to just skim.

Her eyes traced over the prettily decorated spread and lingered over the words that seemed more scandalous until a short crisp paragraph called out to her.

Her breath stopped short

Tired of always being on the sidelines of your athletic lover's games? Want to score a point in the heart of your apathetic exercise obsessed sports star? Call this number to order the book meant for seducing that one guy that uses up all his testosterone on the courts, fields, or gyms! Open his eyes to the competitor in you and fascinate him more than his racquet, football, basketball, hockey stick, or ping pong ball ever could! Success is 100 percent guaranteed or get your full money back! Call this number for your exclusive edition of tips and step by step routines guaranteed to send his adrenaline pumping faster than ever today! This special offer includes interviews and specials by the world's best dating experts, sex therapists, and testimonies from successful buyers.

Approved and sponsored by E-harmony, Gatorade, Pepsi, and

It's so scandalous, so ridiculous, preposterous and completely…tempting.

"Watcha' reading Sakuno-chan!"

"EEEP!" Sakuno tried to slap the magazine closed but Tomoka's fingers were plucking the page.

"Tomo-chan! N-n-nothing, I was just ski-skim-m-skimming through!" Tomoka raised her eyebrow. Sakuno had stopped her habit of stuttering a long while back, the only time she stuttered was when she was hiding something.

Tomoka grinned widely and deftly maneuvered the magazine from her hands.

"Tomo-chan!"

"Nani yo, Sa-ku-no-chan? You wouldn't be hiding anything from your best-est friend ever?" She laughed loudly as Sakuno sputtered looking flushed. Sakuno jumped at her as she started to flip through the pages teasingly before opening to the one she marked. She kept the frantic Sakuno away with the heel of her palm.

Oh dear, Sakuno was hiding something. How juicy was this!

A wide inhuman grin spread all over Tomoka's face.

"Sa-ku-chan, I'm so proud you've finally decided to take the initiative! This is the perfect plan! I underestimated you, to think my sweet, adorable, simply pure and innocent—"

"Tomo-chan! It's not like that, I was just reading through the magazine! Honestly"

"Yeah, yeah, now where's my phone. Look read the numbers here Sakuno…"

"Tomo-chan! Listen to me, doing something like that is indecent! If I want his attention I can get it some-s-some other way Tomo-chan! Besides, I mean, this is all about the-the- um- physical parts of a, I mean, that's not what I want from hi—"

"Sakuno-chan, you've known the boy for four years, if he hasn't noticed you yet he never will unless you do something drastic, and this just happens to be the best idea I've ever heard of. I can't believe I didn't think of it before, it's genius! OH I need to call An and tell her about this and…"

"What on earth would trying to seduce him get me? Tomo, he hardly looks at me as it is and I'm sure if he was interested in…in…that, he'd find someone…prettier to do the job, I mean…" Tomoka's face softened as Sakuno's head bowed.

"Oh come one! What can it hurt to try? Besides, you're the only girl who's closest to him, considering no one really is, but that just means there's no one better for this than you!"

"Tomo-chan…he barely notices I'm alive, I couldn't possibly"

"He doesn't notice anything non tennis related, but that doesn't mean he's not a man, he has to have urges, no matter how good he is at hiding them. He's got tennis on the brain, that's for sure, but the hormones are there. And, come one Saku-chan…just picture his glorious body hovering over yours as he…"

"TOMO-CHAN!"

"Hahaha, just kidding, just kidding! No, but seriously, this is obviously a sign from the dating Gods! You can't just pass this up; it's too perfect to be a coincidence. Besides, we're just ordering the book, it's not like we've done anything yet." Tomoka winked slyly at her as she nudged the phone into her side.

"…I…I guess so…It won't hurt to just buy it…but if it's too much then…!"

"ALRIGHT! Let's go, come on, come on, what's the number"

Sakuno sighed heavily.

The book was ordered and after two and a half weeks it arrived in a dusty manila envelope with no return address. That was easily overlooked, though.

Dr. Z's on Scoring: Hot Athlete

Sakuno and Tomoka stared at the rather bland cover. If it weren't for the title marring the cover, the book would look rather sophisticated. Maybe you could go as far as to say it looked like a medical book. Flipping through the first few pages which were dedications and credits, the reached a page with a short paragraph in light script which stated the prologue, they assumed.

How to Seduce a Man

Follow this method and become an expert in the art of seducing a man. Seduction is an art like poetry or dance. Its intent is to make a person feel unsatisfied--unsatisfied until he can have you.

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Sakuno sighed heavily, dragging her feet to the tennis courts. The first two steps in the book were all about reevaluation and building up your confidence. Tomoka practically turned her into a living ragdoll; taking her to the hair cuttery, putting on simple makeup, dressing her up in darker and shorter clothing. Apparently, if you were the shy type, a change in look is supposed to be the inauguration into a sexier more confident you! It'd been a few weeks since the arrival of the book, but one of the key points was to make the changes subtly. So, for the past few weeks Tomoka had taken her tanning, she had her cut down the length of her back, they added new additions to her wardrobe every few days and she would gradually incorporate it into everyday wear. The book also said that if the guy you were trying to seduce had a favorite color, to also incorporate that into the clothes. He didn't even notice.

It was all rather silly and she didn't even know Ryoma's favorite color.

This is why she was here now, in front of the tennis courts in a long sleeve tee, shorts, and knee high flat boots.

'This is too embarrassing, I can't do this, I can't do thiiisssssss'

Discretion? Ha! Sakuno couldn't discreetly do anything in front of Ryoma. She couldn't hide anything from anyone, and here she was supposed to trick an answer from Ryoma Echizen?

'I don't even want to…seduce him…regardless, how am I going to do…'

Her thoughts stopped abruptly as her eyes caught sight of the tennis regulars. The boys were running laps and spilt up into the different courts and had started to warm up.

Sudden heat filled her cheeks as her eyes caught sight of the taught flesh beneath Ryoma's shirt as he jumped to slam a lob. She gripped the wired fence as her eyes were mesmerized by the fluid motions of his body, the sweat dripping down his face, and the muscles peeking out through his tan skin as he moved. She breathed in heavily as he wiped the sweat off his brow with his shirt, revealing more of his sculpted bronze abs.

The smoldering heat rushed down from her head, leaving her lightheaded as it pooled low on her chest and stomach. She clenched the fence as the heat became irritable and began thumping in her lower stomach. She breathed deeply trying to regain control of her body and the heat became a dull, needy thud she could grit her legs around.

Not again, this was starting to become annoying. Maybe she should see a doctor; this was getting out of hand. She'd never had a problem with the heat before, and summer was ending soon, so these heat spells should have been getting less intense.

Something in the back of her mind told her it definitely wasn't the weather as she looked at Ryoma. Maybe…she should give this seduction thing a try.

When seducing an athlete, keep in mind their sport is their passion and their lover. The first step in seducing them is getting them to notice you, which is the hardest part. Once you have their attention, the rest is much simpler as you gradually become their favorite sport to play.

TBC

Stay in tune for future posts, my dirty mind will come up with them soon.

Review if you like. I also need a Beta so tell me if you're up for it, wait, tell me if you're good and you're up for it.

Thanks a bunch, love ya bitches

Ja ne