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Bedridden
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            It had been several days since the violent, death-defying battle with Agaard and his disciple, and Apachai and his disciple were still in Akisame’s clinic. Well, Kenichi was, anyway; though advised/ordered not to eat solid foods, the Muay Thai master couldn’t be stopped sneaking out to scavenge for manjuu and other tasty treats.
            Kenichi woke up several minutes ago to discover his master missing. Though a bit lonesome in the sickroom, he smiled up at the ceiling. All things considered, he was just happy that Apachai was fine and acting normally. Closing his eyes, Kenichi hoped to go back to sleep again soon; his body still throbbed with ache. He sighed softly and nestled into the soft pillow.
            “Kenichi~!” a girl called out from outside.
            Moments away from acquiring some more rest, Kenichi’s eyes snapped open, and he lifted his head off the pillow. Again, his name was called before the door was pushed open. “Renka?” Kenichi was honestly surprised that Kensei’s daughter was giving him a visit, and with no other company.
            “You’re awake!” she cheered, though after shouting out for him had been likely to stir him from slumber in any case. She closed the door behind her as if to ward away anyone who might intrude. Smiling sweetly with a subtle tint of pink in her cheeks, her small pigtails flickering excitedly, she prowled towards her father’s student until she was at his bedside. She leaned over, still grinning as she placed her elbows on Kenichi’s cot; the weight of her breasts strained against the revealing Chinese garb when she bent over. Kenichi, blushing while thinking so, always wondered how those massive things never spilled out despite how flimsy her clothes seemed.
            “Renka, what’re you doing here?” He didn’t sound shocked or disappointed; he sounded happily surprised to see a friend.
            The kung fu fighter giggled softly and rolled her cheek into her propped-up palm. “Well, I wanted to check up on you. That’s not so bad, right?”
            The fact that he was alone with a beautiful girl suddenly hit Kenichi. Aside from Miu, he rarely spent any time with his female friends, let alone one-on-one time. His smile wavered nervously. “No,” he finally answered after gulping, “it’s not. It’s just that I haven’t seen you…”
            “I know,” she blurted out, pressing in close enough to make Kenichi pull back to the other edge of the small bed. “Most of the masters are gone…” She was particularly glad that Miu had to go out for some grocery shopping, but Renka neglected to mention that to Kenichi for her own reasoning. “So I figured I could watch after you for a little while.”
            “Um, it’s fine, Renka,” Kenichi stuttered while trying not to seem like he was forcing her out. “I just need a little more rest.” He winced a little from a twinge of pain in his shoulder.
            “Don’t worry,” Kensei’s daughter giggled, pressing down on his forehead with her index finger until she forced him to lie back. “I’m not as good as Daddy, but I know a thing or two about acupressure.”
            Kenichi wasn’t so sure he liked the idea of Renka – who sometimes got too excited – poking him with needles, especially when she hadn’t the precession and skill of her dad. Well, maybe he could give her a shot, and then have a legitimate reason to discourage her from trying further.
            He felt her fingertips nuzzle against his right elbow – one of the places where his muscles felt the sorest. Realization suddenly hit Kenichi. Did she say acupressure?
            Renka pressed down hard at that one point, but her dexterity and technique was not nearly on par with Kensei’s. Kenichi howled in pain in response; it felt like electricity was surging violently through his muscles, causing them to clench and cramp. Though the rest of him was in agony, he flailed, wailing Renka’s name and begging for mercy.
            Renka, on the other hand, simply laughed off his theatrics. She slapped his shoulder when he sat up, sobbing over his pained arm. “Oh, don’t act like such a crybaby,” she teased him, knowing he could take more than that and still keep going. “I guess I do still need a little work, though. Maybe you’d just be happier with a massage.”
            Blinking, Kenichi looked at her, noticing how her hair flourished above her head. It took him a moment before a hot blush filled his face. “A… a massage?” He couldn’t deny that massages in his fantasies were very frequent, though they usually involved Miu, gushing over how he had gained so many muscles thanks to his training.
            “Just relax,” Renka said, mistaking Kenichi’s embarrassment for hesitation. She eased him onto his back, and he gulped, unable to help noticing how close his face was to her exposed and deep cleavage. As always, it was very plain to see that she never chose to wear a bra; her nipples proudly stood against the delicate frabric of her Chinese dress. Kenichi silently cursed his honed observation; he was supposed to use it to read an opponent’s moves, not take notes of his kung fu master’s daughter’s awesome chest!
            Renka hadn’t even put her hands on him yet, and he was already tingling. He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, and began to think of Kensei and of accidentally peeking on the Elder taking a bath in the hot springs. Neither were things he found even remotely attractive, and he kept thinking of more: Apachai kicking him into the stratosphere, Akisame-sensei strapping him to some new torture device, Master Sakkaki working him like a plow across the training grounds. Smooth hands suddenly worked against his pectoral muscles, studying his frame and searching for any knotted muscles. He swallowed hard and diligently tried to keep his blood from taking an obvious path in response to Renka’s seductive caresses.
            Master Kensei tricking him out of a month’s allowance! The Elder’s ominous and suffocating presence refusing his feelings for Miu!! Shigure Kosaka butt-naked in the hot springs of the inn they once stayed at!!!
            Kenichi’s eyes flashed open, his pupils shrinking and his cheeks turning scarlet. His heart raced as though it was giving its final pumps. Yep, he dropped the ball with that last thought…
            It didn’t take Renka long before noticing the prominent rise of the sheets at Kenichi’s groin, and she wasn’t daft enough to not know what it was; she was Kensei Ma’s daughter, after all. She showed some initial surprise that it was there in the first place, but after giving very little thought to the matter, she simply giggled and reminded herself that she was a beauty and Kenichi was a guy. Teasingly, blushing far less significantly than the bedridden disciple, she poked his cheek with her index finger and chided, “Oh, my, Kenichi, I knew you were a naughty boy.” Ever since staying at Ryozanpaku that one night, she was not convinced that the book he had devoured in whole was not some nudey magazine borrowed or stolen from her father.
            ‘That’s not true’ was what Kenichi wanted to say, but all that came out was a series a gurgles. He was so stunned that he was actually caught with an erection. All those times he hid it from Miu after ogling her chest or brushing up against her curves during training, and in the end, it was Renka of all women to discover his inability to control his lust.
            “Well, we can’t have this,” purred the waitress of the Chinese food restaurant. Her right hand’s fingers walked idly down Kenichi’s body. When her set path headed straight downward, Kenichi knew what she was going for. His abs tensed as her fingertips danced over them.
            Immediately, he sat up, suffering a fierce twinge of pain in his muscles from moving so fast, and made a grab for her wrist. “W-wait, Renka! What are you…?!”
            “Now, now, Kenichi,” Renka scolded with a cat grin. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?” She shoved him rather roughly back down on the bed, but she usually wasn’t aware of her own strength. She kept him pinned down with her forefinger pressed effectively on the center of his forehead. A few mewling protests were given, but she elected to ignore his modesty. Her attention was now solely on the stiff peak that tented the white covers. As she drifted lower, she noted how labored Kenichi’s breath became. He didn’t try to protest anymore; he seemed to be spending all his concentration on steadying his breath.
            He yelped and bit his lower lip hard to keep from crying out loud when Renka delicately seized her rigid prize. His fingers clawed at the cot and his toes curled; Renka was far less affected when taking hold of him, though she did cite her amazement at how hard it was. “And it’s pretty big, too,” she added. Giggling, she poked Kenichi’s dazed face. “I guess with all your lack of martial arts talent, you were bound to be gifted in something, huh?” It wasn’t exactly the best way to give a compliment, but Kenichi was too frazzled to shed his bloody tears. Besides, what did martial arts matter at a time like this?
            Sidestepping to come next to Kenichi’s waist, Renka carefully drew down his covers, neatly rolling them down to his knees. He was dressed only in bandages and a simple pair of boxers which were now straining over his stiff member; the elastic hem pulled off of him slightly from how insistently his cock stood up. “Guess I should help you out here,” she said offhandedly, though her quirked smirk certainly didn’t make her seem uninterested.
            Again, Kenichi had to swallow down his whiny protests. Renka’s fingers sifted through the slit of his underwear until there was enough leeway. He burst forth and stood proudly for Renka to observe. Six inches long and a bit broader than the norm for his age; he wasn’t sporting a monster, but that made it all the more attractive to the catlike girl. “Wow, you’ve certainly been carrying around a big secret,” she murmured, tugging gently on his erection.
            Kenichi chewed on his lip, wincing as Renka delicately played with him. She gently pushed his rigidness from side to side, amused by how it bobbed and swayed. She pawed at it like a playful cat for a while longer before steadying it with both hands at its base. With a soft giggle, she leaned in close with her cat’s grin. Much to Kenichi’s shock, her tongue flicked out, passing against his tip and stealing the clear droplet forming from the small opening.
            “R-Renka?!” The disciple had never experienced such a feeling before, and Renka was more than willing to repeat it three more times. Her sweet giggles felt like sin against his jutting appendage. His fingers curled at his sides and dragged across the mattress. He tried not to make such boisterous sounds, but Renka’s tongue was merciless as it swept back and forth over his tip. It took a painful bite on his bottom lip to keep from shouting out when lips carefully fitted themselves over his sensitive head.
            Smiling around the penis between her lips, Renka carefully descended her face over him. If Daddy knew that she was doing something like this with his disciple… The mischievousness made her laugh inwardly; she was, after all, Kensei Ma’s daughter. Her tongue tickled him, adding a lubricating layer of saliva, and then her mouth descended more. Her reward was an unrestrained wail from the boy, and she hadn’t even swallowed half of him yet. She didn’t intend to take any more than that, anyway; well, maybe just one more inch, and again, Kenichi wailed.
            Having about four inches stuffed into her mouth, Renka contently began to bob her head at a gentle rhythm. For Kenichi, who had never received such treatment and was tortured daily by overzealous masters – namely Akisame and Apachai – it felt like she was trying to suck the life right out of him, drawing his soul out into eternal bliss. That wasn’t exactly what would happen, of course, though something would be gushing out of him soon if Renka kept up this pace.
            The large bells attached to her hair tinkled softly with the bobbing motions of her head. She was starting to pick up the pace, but she wasn’t moving frantically. She kept herself in control, settling for teasing the bedridden disciple with long, flourishing laps from her tongue while her cheeks often hollowed to apply a generous amount of suction. The bandaged and sore hands went to Renka’s head in a feeble attempt to get her to relinquish her mouthful. She heard him give a whimper or two; weak protests that could hardly convince Renka that he actually wanted her to stop.
            In spite of these halfhearted objections, Renka eventually found the need to disengage her mouth from his overeager cock. She smirked smugly to herself when it pulsed energetically and pleadingly when it left the warmth of her orifice. Not to worry, little guy, she thought while giving it a playful flick of the fingers. She wasn’t going to be gone for long.
            “You know, Kenichi…” Renka looked up at his flushed face, letting her fingertips drag lazily around his sprouting erection. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to return the favor.”
            Kenichi blinked a few times. In his lust-muddled haze, he wasn’t quite sure what she meant with her vague statement; probably wouldn’t understand if he had a clear head. All he could really think about was the hand drifting carelessly around his penis, provoking his impending orgasm. He crimsoned more at the thought of surprising Renka with a tide of his seed.
            “What do you…?” Before he could complete his sentence, his own exclamation of disbelief cut him off. Renka was wasting no time to show him exactly what she meant, nonchalantly detaching the straps fastening her dress at the collar and the right side of her chest; she did not bother to undo anymore than that, for it was more than enough to pull the top part down and underneath her huge breasts – though she still had to take her left arm out from its sleeve to pull her China dress down enough.
            Kenichi wailed frantically, though he couldn’t even fight down the look of elation on his face when exposed to such beautiful, bountiful, bouncy bosoms! He’d always fantasized about Miu’s nakedness, but nothing could prepare him for the actual act of exposure of a woman. When the red silk came down over those fleshy mountains – of which, he’d only ever glimpsed deep cleavage before – they wobbled slightly, and the pink tips had tightened and risen to hard, aching nubs.
            As if proud of their shape and size – which she truly was – Renka adoringly caressed the supple globes, flicking her forefingers featherlike over her nubs. She mused a little, and then flashed Kenichi a sharp smirk. Seeing his rapt attention in her attributes made her proudly set her fists on her curvy waist and thrust out her bust; Kenichi almost howled anew when the mounds swayed. “Heh! You’re more like Daddy than I thought,” she jested, though to be fair, most guys and some women would be tripping over their own tongues if they saw Renka as Kenichi now did.
            If there was any softness in Kenichi’s erection, it had hardened by now. He couldn’t compare this excitement even to when he had those successful ventures with Kensei peeping on the girls in the hot springs; little good peeping did now after Kenichi had already shared a hot springs bath with Shigure during his first mission out with her in the masters’ attempt to cure his trauma caused by Tirawit Kokin…
            Now wasn’t the time to be reminiscing!
            Kenichi hollered excitedly, his arms flailing at his sides when Renka, with the sleekness of a cat, joined him on the bed, though she was facing the foot of the bed. Gulping, his voice stalling, History’s Mightiest Disciple found his head nestled between Renka’s thighs, and he was dangerously close to being able to look up her skirt. It wasn’t the first time they were in a position like this – their first meeting had the two of them wound up in the tassel she was intending to use to capture her wiry father – but back then, there hadn’t been any lustful intent. Kenichi was willing to go out on a limb to say that his closeness to her crotch was intentional.
            His suspicions were confirmed when her slightly-waving backside descended towards his face. To better assure him, Renka looked back at him from beyond her shapely ass and said, “C’mon, Kenichi. It isn’t good manners to keep a lovely lady waiting.” It was by her own admission that Kenichi’s face was smothered by her crotch. She had become rather wet – not soaked – since starting to play with him, so Kenichi had the merest sampling of her arousal dabbed on his lips when her thong rubbed against him.
            Well, it couldn’t hurt to try, Kenichi’s perverted side won out, though his morality had put up a good struggle in view of the crazy circumstances. It still hurt to move his arms, but the sting of overused joints in motion were well-worth the payoff! First, he pushed up the back end of her thigh-high dress, careful not to touch her ass even if it seemed like she gave him all the consent needed, and then focused solely on her hot-pink underwear. He gulped loudly, daring to tread into the territory of high-school boys who’d actually seen a girl’s intimate parts firsthand. Though Renka had yet to touch his cock with anything but her hot breath since climbing atop of him, the jutting member still leapt enthusiastically.
            Renka must’ve been impatient, for before Kenichi could muster the courage to do it himself, her own left hand moved to her underwear to one side and unveil the moist treasure underneath. He pursed his lips, but still gushed when exposed to her femininity. Her vaginal folds were hot and wet with her arousal beneath a well-contained strip of navy fur. Kenichi’s eyes drifted to map and memorize the entirety of this legendary region as if this was his only chance ever to familiarize himself with a woman.
            Thank you, God, for this one opportunity for a poor soul~!
            Kenichi counted his blessings, steeled himself, and finally acted to make contact. His fingers touched her softly, fluttering against Renka’s labia and pushing the lips apart with the delicacy of handling fine china. Renka shifted on top of him, and he heard her give a small mew at the feeling of his fingers curiously probing her. He’d secretly glimpsed the methods of this kind of sex on the internet at late, private hours of the night.
            How would she react when he…?
            Renka squealed when one of his digits crawled into her tight hole. She was not loose by any means, but the abundance of her juices made it easy for even a second finger to join in her heat. Looking back again at Kenichi, hardly able to see him peeking out around her ass, she chided him. “You certainly are being forward now, aren’t you?” Her grin became far more mischievous. “Why not help yourself to a lick or two?” Of course, she wanted much more than that, but Kenichi was still treading on foreign ground. When he found the resolve to bring his tongue out, he traced it lightly and warily around her clit, having read enough books and even some fanfictions online to know of its significance.
            His feathery laps made Renka think he was just teasing her; she gave him too much credit and just thought he was being more playful instead of careful. Might as well follow his example, she concluded with no small bit of excitement. First things first, she needed to make herself comfortable and put the ‘girls’ to good use. Kenichi was probably never more grateful to feel a woman’s tits than when Renka’s softly embraced his shaft until half was smothered in her cleavage; through the bandages wound around him, Kenichi could vaguely detect the poke of Renka’s twin nipples against his legs where her heavy attributes settled. He wished he could had gawked and even touched her breasts, but the feast before him was consolation enough.
            Renka mused at how Kenichi kept probing her slit with his fingers and tongue. Like his training, he didn’t seem to have any exceptional talent, but at least he also wasn’t giving up. To reward his persistence – and her own yearning – Renka bowed her head and caught Kenichi’s tip after her fingers made sure his foreskin was well out of the way. The sensitive glands at the underside of his head fell prey to extreme pleasure when those sealing lips passed over them and that tongue, swishing around and around, caressed them. She detected the pleasant sweetness of his pre-cum every now and then after his member gave a particularly strong jolt. But where was the real treat? She hoped he wasn’t holding back for her, thinking she might not be one to ‘partake’ of a man’s orgasm; if he was worried about finishing before her, she didn’t mind that either! She always had the option to just sit on his face and wait for him to finish pleasing her, after all!
            His cock fell out of her mouth with a pop! “Kenichi, you don’t have to hold back,” she purred to him. She sat up, putting a significant amount of weight on Kenichi’s face, and while he could complain about his lack of breathing, he didn’t. His tongue just continued, spurred on by Renka’s right hand still stroking idly at his prick, though he had to admit that it didn’t compare to the pleasantness of her breasts hugging him. “I don’t mind if you let it out in my mouth. I’ll gladly swallow every drop.” She pronounced the last two words as if they were their own sentences.
            The way she spoke had Kenichi unable to believe he wasn’t blowing his whole wad already! True, he planned to give Renka some warning when he was ready, but if she was intent on gulping down what came out, who was he to argue?! If Renka kept going, she’d get her gushing treat soon enough.
            The kung fu girl was about to get right back at it, but there was a sudden disturbance, and even Kenichi noticed it. Someone was coming! Before Kenichi could bark out some worry like the overacting worrywart he was, Renka had already jumped off to the side, seething and not having any time to cover up her tits. What an inopportune visit, she cursed!
            Kenichi only thought to throw his hands over his hard cock – why the hell wasn’t it going down?! – when he looked to the door, expecting either Akisame or – much to his eternal dread – Renka’s dad to enter for a checkup. The one who actually showed up probably would invoke Kenichi’s arousal under normal circumstances!
            “Kenichi…” Shigure’s voice drifted. “I thought I heard… voices…”
            Of course, she heard voices! “We…! We were just…!” Kenichi looked to Renka to help him in his explanation but saw no one; just a small opened window near the ceiling to the right of his bed. He blinked several times. Renka could fit through that?! She was more agile than he had thought, but he was never more thankful for her being more so sleek and nimble. To avoid detection even from Shigure!
            After breathing a sigh of relief, Kenichi looked at Shigure and just said, “I… was a bit lonely, so I guess I just started talking to myself.”
            Shigure looked straight at him, her face an expressionless mask. Could she tell he was lying? It wouldn’t surprise him, considering all the strange, intuitive powers his masters demonstrated every so often. “Were you also… mastur…bating…?” To answer Kenichi’s inquisitive, caught-off-guard stare, she pointed to the lump he was hiding, able to guess and know what it was.
            For the second time, Kenichi was caught with an erection. And he’d always been so discrete before! After hollering in his usual fashion, he pressed down painfully hard on his dick as though that would make it go down; it did not go down, but now it was also sore. “P… pay no attention to it! It’s nothing!” he implored his deadly teacher. If she went at Kensei with her sword to impale just for a few snapshots, what would she do to a disciple who was vulgarly ‘standing at attention’ in front of her?!
            Shigure did not heed his plea, her eyes still dully focused on the hidden lump. And Kenichi found that the more she stared, the more his cock throbbed. Couldn’t his body at least respond to the situation more appropriately and with more restrain?!
            Like ghostly death, Shigure approached until she was at Kenichi’s bedside. He would’ve thrown himself off the cot and scramble vainly for escape if she hadn’t suddenly drawn a kunai, holding it at the ready as if to use it should Kenichi move the wrong way. Impulsively, he held his hands up in surrender, relinquishing his cover and allowing his stone-cold master to affirm he had what she thought he did.
            She glared at him. “Akisame said… you should take it easy,” she whispered to him. “You shouldn’t do anything that aggravates your condition.” The blade suddenly came down, and Kenichi almost died then and there when he saw her keeping the edge of her weapon near the base of his erection. “If it’s hurting you,” she continued with her usual, awkward-but-eerie pauses, “would you… like… me to… cut it off?”
            “There is no way that is even remotely funny!!” shrieked her disciple. He knew her to have a very strange and blatant sense of humor, but joking about something like that while brandishing a weapon in a manner to follow through with the offer…
            Dammit! Why won’t it go down?! It might have been prudent of him to purchase the ‘how-to’ book on self-control; surely there’d be a chapter of a technique for hormonal suppression.
            Whether Shigure was really kidding or not, she took her kunai away to put away in the hidden strap holster high on her thigh; there were two other kunai already hidden down there. Of course, by doing so, she unwittingly let Kenichi have a view of her fundoshi. It was a sight he’d frequently seen – either when she was leaping through the air or just immodestly enjoying a day at water parks or beaches – but it still invoked a solid reaction from the disciple each time; it was fuel for his erection to keep defiantly straight.
            “Akisame said… if you were having any problems… I should tell him,” Shigure murmured. Her dreary eyes fell to the erection. “But… I think I can handle… this.”
            Before Kenichi could give his usual exclamation of puzzlement and dread – things normally didn’t end well when Shigure was involved – her hand nimbly slid around and held his cock. Any words that could’ve been spewed in his overzealous excitement hitched in his throat; he even found it hard to breathe when she held him. In all honesty, he’d never felt a hand hold him so perfectly before. Sure, he only had two other grasps to compare this feeling to: Renka’s and his own. But the way Shigure handled him… It must’ve come from her expertise of holding the hilt of a sword all of her life; she must’ve had a natural acumen for appropriate grips.
            “Shi…! Shigure…!” He cringed, doing his best to bite back a moan. The orgasm that Renka had been methodically coaxing from his loins would be drawn from him in a matter of seconds with nothing more than a few leisurely strokes from the weapon maiden’s hand.
            Shigure watched his face twist in all sorts of ways in response to the feeling. His hands – which could hardly form a fist earlier – had fastened onto the mattress as if holding on for dear life. Slowly, her purple eyes trekked down his sternum until she was watching the careful pumping action of her hand. She’d hardly ever seen a penis before, yet she didn’t show a glimmer of interest; Renka had been so fascinated, and even went as far as to compliment its size.
            “Does it… feel… good?” Shigure asked as though she wasn’t able to tell just from Kenichi writhing and gasping with pleasure.
            Fighting back his climax was about as difficult as keeping up with his masters’ vigorous training. It was thanks to those mind-and-body grueling exercises that he even had the stamina to last this long. “Shigure! I can’t…!” He was ejaculating, cut off mid-sentence. A white spillage from the slit was whisked away by Shigure’s nimble forefinger, and even as she continued to milk every pearly drop from his loins, she continued to brush away each wad immediately after its emergence. Her fingers were graceful when wiping away his essence, keeping it from seeping all over the head. It kept his cock from getting too messy, but it certainly had an adverse affect on her clutching fist.
            Kenichi was wheezing. His eyes were dazed, and he wasn’t sure if he was staring at the ceiling or the Pearly Gates. Was this heaven? The euphoria washing throughout his body would certainly support that theory, but he had not been misplaced from his cot; only his butt had lifted a little off the sheets during the tension of a fierce orgasm. Renka’s mouth followed by Shigure’s hand… What a deadly combo!
            The jerking of Shigure’s hand continued a while longer to ensure that the expulsion of his semen was complete. Her gliding palm made soft, wet, sliding noises until she altogether released her hold on the disciple. There were patches of sticky white streaked along Kenichi’s shaft, but the abundance of his sperm clung to her hand. She observed it stringing through her fingers with her usual dismalness.
            Hard to tell what she was thinking, but in his state, Kenichi had trouble forming a single thought. Gasping, he reclined on his pillow while relief circulated throughout his muscles. Despite his embarrassment, he could safely say that this was a grand way to relieve stress; he’d all but forgotten his days of masturbation since living in this anti-privacy domicile. Thank heavens for Master Shigure…
            The cot suddenly shuddered. It was slight, but Kenichi could tell that it had moved. Shigure had master-level ninja skills; she had climbed on the bed to hover over his waist, balancing on the balls of her sandaled-feet, and hardly made a noise when doing so.
            “Shi-Shigure!” Kenichi hollered, right away noticing that her spread-eagle position gave him an abundant view underneath her short kimono. “What…?! What happened to your underwear?!”
            Shigure idly pointed to the chair on the side. Not only had she stripped herself of her fundoshi, she had set it neatly on the chair and cleaned his spunk off of her hand in the few seconds he’d taken to catch his breath. Her speed, stealth, and skill was incredible, but Kenichi was admiring other aspects of her right now – like the patch of dark hair gracefully edging the thin, but swollen lips of her anxious sex. She lacked expression most times, but at least her body could be more honest to her inner workings.
            It could’ve taken less to get Kenichi hard again, but this worked just nicely, even if he was close to having a panic attack. A virgin, he may have been, but he was old enough to know what it meant when a guy and a girl had their privates in such intimate space. Of all women: Shigure was to be his first?! He adored Miu, but Shigure was the knockout of his life; high school girls just couldn’t compare to the graceful weapons master whose dangerous attitude heightened her appeal.
            All Kenichi had to do was lay back and let his master handle him. He would’ve liked to help, but there wasn’t much he could be useful for with his injured hands. And besides, Shigure had everything under control. There were still traces of his semen streaking his cock – small but real chances to impregnate her – but she seemed to be unconcerned when she maneuvered him like a joystick, but with far greater accuracy. Dead-on, she had him against her slick entrance; no fumbling or stalling to line him up. All it would take on his part would be to arch his hips upward to pierce her folds.
            He stuttered her name, clenching his teeth in frustration. He’d just recovered from a very-satisfying orgasm, yet he was now already aching for a second one. Mercilessly, she stared him dead in the eye, and then imparted her lesson: “Self… control.”
            Even in bed, he was expected to heed their training? Wasn’t it enough self-control to keep himself from pushing his hips up and sliding into her obviously-ready body?
            Fortunately, Shigure did not intend to make him abide by the lesson for long. She gingerly had his blunt tip smear whatever remnants of cum she hadn’t siphoned from him against her labia before her hips descended. Being very diligent in her exercises and disciplines, she was very tight as a result. The intrusive member pressed her lips inward before they gave way and yielded passage. She made not a sound or gesture while Kenichi gasped deeply and froze in place.
            He sank slowly into his teacher. With whatever traces of sperm and saliva were left on his dick, he pasted in on her constricting walls while delving deeper and deeper. In his mind, he was crying with pleasure, joy, and anxiousness; outwardly, he was silent save for his paralyzed gasps. Shigure was halfway down on him before she exhaled smoothly. She stopped for a bit, rotated her hips, and then completed the insertion that ended with him pressing snugly against the door to her womb.
            Satisfied with how deep she’d taken him, she eased her hands onto his body. She recalled how the mass of grouped muscles at his stomach were once non-existent when he first toddled onto the grounds of Ryozanpaku like a lost, pitiful lamb.
            “Are you… ready… Kenichi?” She wasn’t about to take her disciple’s permission, though. Settling herself more comfortably to be on her knees rather than squatting, she pulled up his length until he was almost vacating her orifice, and then reeled him back in. She did not have to practice this method for long before getting the hang of it. She flourished her hips up and down, breathing smoothly all the while with only the quietest of murmurs reacting to the feeling of his pulsating member pushing through her smooth, slick walls.
            Kenichi couldn’t make much behind guttural sounds to respond to Shigure’s rapid sheathing of his cock. Amazing how she could drive down on him with such force, and yet the cot hardly rattled. He wanted to hold on to her thighs or waist, support her in some way even if she didn’t need it, but his fists felt like lead; heavy blocks of lead. His fingers could twitch and with concentration, he could lift them up about an inch, but he found that the endeavors were in vain and he should just let Shigure take care of him. He reasoned – or he would when he came out from this pleasure-induced haze of incoherent thought – that Shigure always wanted to help out when it came to practical things, but was always shooed away due to her odd behavior and methods. This was an unorthodox way to make him feel better, but he wasn’t about to reprimand her.
            For some time now, since enveloping him inside of her warmth, Shigure maintained her usual, expressionless fascia. Kenichi was starting to wonder if, in any way at all, this was affecting her when her straight mouth suddenly – barely – opened, and a soft breath of pleasure emerged. Kenichi wasn’t sure he heard her until the second streamed forth. He may not have made much of an effort beyond holding back his climax so that the experience could be prolonged, but cracking that exterior just a little bit gave Kenichi a sudden surge of energy.
            Hands that were once fisting at his sides came up and shackled themselves to Shigure’s shapely waist; he’d seen how generous her curves were, but touching was an entirely new and gratifying experience. Eyes flashing with determination, he held her several inches above his cock and yelled mightily as his hips hammered upward. Again and again, he struck the back divider of her vagina, and the harder he pushed, the more Shigure gasped. She was not reduced to a writhing, sobbing woman from the impetuous and unpracticed efforts of her little disciple, but he certainly was showing far more vigor than she had expected him to have.
            Good thing Renka’s gone, Kenichi vaguely pondered as he strove to completion by pouring every ounce of strength and willpower into the gyration of his thrusts. If Renka was there or around at all to hear the sounds of sex, what would befall him?
            The window was expected to be Renka’s escape route, but the fact of the matter was Kenichi’s previous assumption was right: it was far too small for a woman – especially one so voluptuous – to squeeze through. With nowhere else in sight to avoid detection, and no time to tuck her breasts back into her clothes, Renka went to the only place she could think of: underneath Kenichi’s cot. Using her impressive martial arts skills, she had removed herself from the floor by propping herself between the four legs of the bed. She’d hoped whoever was intruding on her special, intimate time with History’s Strongest Disciple would simply pay a short visit and leave before the passion died down. Not in her wildest dreams did she conceive that the intruder would take advantage of what Renka had started.
            And so, with no small amount of frustration and humiliation, Renka was forced to remain underneath the bed as it rocked and creaked under the gyration of bucking bodies. Beneath her, her dangling breasts wobbled in time with the shuddering bed; things certainly were more wild when Kenichi mustered his strength. Renka’s cheeks were flushed and teeth were clenching while she listened to him moan and shout; luckily, his noises covered up the soft chime of her large hair bells. That bastard… She wasn’t very sure where the blame should be placed, but it was easier to blame the guy for not having more control over himself.
            There was a strained yell from above her, and though she didn’t quite know what was being said, she had a pretty good idea that it was a warning. The frantic motions of the bed started to stall to one, strong buckle between significant pauses.
            Kenichi shuddered, his body locking up with a familiar tension that felt a hundred more times extreme than what he was used to. The roiling fluids began to pump up his shaft, and though it occurred to him to pull out, his overwhelming impulse was to plant himself as deeply as possible. The possible consequences registered after the mission was already fulfilled.
            Shigure made a soft noise when she felt her insides start to fill with a foreign and hot fluid. She picked her hips up a little and looked down. Kenichi’s cock was still thoroughly embedded inside of her, thumping and supplying her body with his sticky warmth. His deep groans accompanied each sperm-rich load firing within her, coating her insides thoroughly. Naturally, her walls helped by squeezing him and draining each sample to travel to her womb.
            It was some time before the Number One disciple was emptied and began to wilt. With the sturdiness that once kept him nestled deep inside of her vagina depleted, her flexing muscles ejected him – along with a small supply of his semen.
            Sitting back on her haunches as Kenichi – dazed in the face – breathed in staggered gasps, Shigure stated, “There. It’s… down now.” She probably gave herself the usual ‘triumphant fist-pump’ for her accomplishment, but Kenichi didn’t know just what he was seeing besides clouds opening to golden rays of sunshine.
            As smoothly as she mounted him, she removed herself from the bed and grabbed her fundoshi. She did not put it back on; there were thick rivulets of white creeping down her thighs from underneath her kimono and soaked into her stockings. Arching slightly and glancing over her shoulder, she said to her disciple, “Now you can get some rest. No more… fooling around.” And that was all she gave before vacating the premises to wash up.
            Drained, Kenichi stared skyward with a look of bliss on his face. All this time, he’d believed that whatever divinity was up there hated him. But now, amends were made and praises could be sung from the depths of his heart.
            He was so blissfully out of his mind that he didn’t even react when he heard a scuffle underneath his bed and Renka popped up. With hands on her hips, she scowled at Kenichi. He had the most relaxed look on his face with a bit of spittle running out of the corner of his smile.
            Renka huffed, her pigtails flapping once. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Kenichi?” she scolded him. She was not very patient and tugged on his cheek when he did not answer.
            “Ah~… Thank you for the lovely time~…” he droned in a voice not much louder than a whisper.
            Renka seethed angrily. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she had to tussle with that blond bimbo, now she had to compete with one of his masters?! Renka wasn’t one to take this lying down. Scolding Kenichi again while reaching underneath her dress to draw down her thong, she promised him that he wasn’t finished yet. Less graceful than Shigure, she crawled onto bed with Kenichi’s groin nestled between her thighs. His lack of readiness was an obstacle – and something of an insult when she had so provocatively straddled him while both of her breasts were displayed – but she made quick work of his fatigue.
            Still drifting on his cloud of happiness, Kenichi was caught unawares when he felt a gentle tugging on his flaccid cock. He had thought that Shigure had sapped him of every bit of lust, but it seemed even he had underestimated his own endurance. Determined to get him up, Renka pumped his sticky penis and flourished the tip across her sensitive folds. How could he be pulled from his heavenly feeling just to experience it all over again? Lifting his head from his pillow, he watched as Renka manipulated his cock.
            Seeing that he was awake and acknowledging her now, Renka gave a cocky smirk. She knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist her. She brushed his tip through the small row of hair, where he deposited a small dose of leftover cum. “Well, Kenichi, are you ready for the main course?” she chirped with a shrewd grin. Just as he was stuttering to reply, she lied him up and pushed down on him. Her tight body gave way with a bit more ease than Shigure; the master of Ryozanpaku wasn’t as drenched as Renka was, and Kenichi could feel her essence practically pouring down his length.
            Strange how the lack of hair created such a strange sensation to Kenichi. It felt more velvety than when he punctured Shigure’s hole; not exactly better, but there was a unique difference. Perhaps, because there was no hair, it felt like Renka was sucking him in with more wet flesh to grip him. Whatever the reason, his breath was stolen from him.
            Renka was stalling when she wedged him more than halfway in. On her face a look of slight distress and strained pleasure. She maintained her flush, but perspiration had begun to trickle from her brow. Even though she was still smiling – albeit a small smile – she confessed, “You’re a little harder to get in than I thought.” But she persevered, pressing her round backside down with a drawn-out whine until she had taken him as deep as she was able, leaving no more than an inch left of his cock.
            Kenichi quivered and his cock throbbed when he came to the back of Renka’s vagina. With almost every surge of his cock, he pasted translucent liquid to her cervical wall. The muscles around him flexed in quick and haphazard motions, encouraging him to deposit something a bit more fertile and abundant in her channel.
            “Kenichi,” purred Renka as she delicately lay down on the struggling-to-breathe boy. Her squishy tits mashing down on him like two, gigantic marshmallows were not helping him to calm him down; she could a little when she felt him pulsate strongly inside of her. Nuzzling to his ear, using caresses and a breath so soft that it made his skin tingle, she told him, “I can feel you so deep inside of me.”
            “Uuhn!” Kenichi’s eyes shut tight when he felt those slippery walls clamp down on him mercilessly. He was still hypersensitive from his earlier ejaculations. Renka had no idea how this was treating him. She may have just mounted him, but he could already feel the insistent tug on his muscles and the rising of his testicles. He was not about to ejaculate then and there, but it was a warning that he wouldn’t perform for as long as Renka was likely to.
            Whether or not she knew his plight, she began to lift her hips, listening to the slick slide of his cock through her folds, and then pushed back down on him. The angle of his arching cock allowed him to grind against the roof of her passage and rub significantly against the small, but important spot in a woman. Renka’s breath hitched when it happened, and eagerly, she made to repeat the contact. Though it would seem Kenichi’s cock would hit home time after time, it was a few more thrusts before he slid against that area a second time; Renka had to maneuver her hips to make him reach that spot.
            She was going to kill him, Kenichi’s mind screamed! She was a succubus! So was Shigure! Sent to defile him and sap him of his soul! He could feel the urge to give Renka all he had, but he fought to suppress the sinful pleasure. Not yet… Not yet…! He chanted over and over in his mind, but a part of him already knew he was doomed. Undulating walls encouraged him to send the last drops of his essence. Shigure drained him of what she could, now Renka would finish the job and steal his life!
            No more!
            As he’d done with the previous ‘siren’, he took charge. Renka – though normally always on guard – suddenly found herself switched with Kenichi’s position: now she was lying on the bed, arms up defensively on either side of her jiggling tits. Kenichi pushed her knees up towards her face and splayed them open to give his pelvis space.
            “Ke-Kenichi?! What are…?! Gah~!” Renka yowled with ecstasy as the sex-frenzied disciple suddenly drove into her heat completely, his pubic region colliding with hers with a hard smack. He pressed her cervical wall inward with that deep thrust, and he did not pull back until a few seconds later. And once again, he shoved deeper than she thought she could take.
            Renka’s eyes were screwed shut as Kenichi continued to pulverize their hips together. Wailing that he was too big, she reached her hand down to push against his abs to hopefully slow his bucking motions. He was too far gone to pay any real heed to her; all he heard in his ears was a deafening ringing underneath his own, labored breath and the frantic slapping of flesh against flesh. His eyes focused on her chest, watching as those fleshy orbs swayed to and fro in hypnotic fashion. Her face was contorted with the cries of helplessness, but he could recognize pain from ecstasy – having become so used to helplessness and pain all throughout his life.
            “I’m cumming~!” Renka sobbed loudly, unable to bear the brunt of Kenichi’s assault any longer. Her hips lifted off the bed, providing a better stance for him to charge into her in his own last, desperate sprint to the finish. She squeezed him for all they were both worth. Eyes still shut, tearing a little at their corners, she bit down hard on her bottom lip. A rush of sticky fluids spilled over his crowded shaft and saturated Kenichi’s pelvis.
            Kenichi gasped as her walls became dense, snagging the constant rhythm of his thrusts. He bowed his head and gasped deeply. Sliding in one last time, he finally surrendered himself.
            Renka was still at the pinnacle of her climax when she felt a foreign heat flooding her insides. She knew what it was, but she couldn’t find the presence of mind to condemn Kenichi’s recklessness just yet. In fact, as the cum spread within her, her orgasm intensified. She whined, wagging her hips from side to side as Kenichi finished up, his crotch pulsing with feeble movements to plant his essence as deep as he could.
            While the majority was seeping into her womb, Renka could feel traces of the overload running out of her in gooey trickles. She was still panting, recovering. An arm was laid across her sweaty brow while she reflected on what had just been done.
            …
            What had just been done…
            “You idiot!”
            Kenichi grunted as the wind was knocked out of him; Renka’s foot had stomped right on his sternum. Thanks to his woozy, post-orgasm strength and stability, he toppled back and over the foot of the cot. He hit his head hard, but he’d survived worse; he hardly even felt it. He just continued to stare dazedly into space.
            Crawling over to glare down at him, Renka sternly said, “What’s the big idea cumming inside of me? Do you want me to be pregnant?” She folded her arms and turned her head haughtily. “Well, if that does turn out to be the case,” she went on as though Kenichi could actually hear and understand her underneath the ringing in his ears, “you’ll have no choice: you’ll have to come back to China with me. And then you can join the Phoenix Alliance.”
            All of a sudden, she didn’t seem too opposed to the idea of Kenichi unleashing his torrent inside of her. Grinning mischievously, she began to fix her clothes; afterward, she grabbed a handful of tissues at the cot’s side to mop up the mess trickling down her thighs. She was back to her normal, clean self – though she would take a shower upon returning to her home/restaurant.
            Before prancing out the door, she looked over at Kenichi; she’d been kind enough to do him the favor of slipping his boxers back on while he was still leaning upside down against the foot of his bed. “If I were you, Kenichi,” she giggled, “I’d start making plans to be moving to China.”
            Alone at last, after some time being dazed, Kenichi blinked awake from his stupor. He gave himself some time to ponder his situation. His eyes rolled up as they became watery. “These women,” he whimpered. “They’re going to kill me…!”
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