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Bath to Bed	By : c0p13r Category: +G to L > Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple Views: 925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Just like Mom's
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            Miu exhaled. She sunk quickly into the hot water of the tub. The relaxing bath worked wonders on her muscles, though it was Kenichi who truly needed such a luxury. She would’ve gladly offered him the first bath, but he was nowhere to be found in the small Yamamoto household. The shack that the father and son shared in the wilderness was a bit bland, but they made sure that their bathtub exceeded expectations. There was a river nearby in which they could bathe, but during a cold night after training, nothing beat a good soak in a hot tub.
            And Miu would agree. Her hands slid to the tops of her bosoms to keep them from floating up. They tingled, and she enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t as sensational as the hot springs back at Ryozanpaku, but it was a good enough substitute while in the wilds. She closed her eyes, humming in her throat as she tilted her head back as if to sleep.
            The serenity of the moment was suddenly disturbed. Having heightened senses and an awareness about her, she knew when people were approaching; she could hear the soft patter of feet just beyond the wooden sliding door of the bathing room. Becoming on guard, she pulled her bathing cloth across her chest to hide her breasts.
            Kenichi-san, maybe…
            Sure enough, the door cracked open, and through the steam in the room, she spotted the short silhouette that had just slipped into the room. Her face went red with embarrassment and anger when guessing who it could be.
            “Ma-san?!” She was ready to tear off a beam of wood from the very bathtub to chase away the perverted Chinese Master, but her anger halted when the approaching figure could be identified. “Naoki-kun? What are you doing here?”
            The twelve-year-old son of Yamamoto Taiki stood at the end of the tub situated in the center of the room, looking determinedly at the youngest female guest at his house. He was not a shy one, as he wasn’t afraid to look right at Miu – let alone dive his face into her chest earlier in the day. He was nude, save for a cloth dangling in front of his private parts. Because he was young – and adorable – Miu didn’t really mind his eyes upon her.
            He was smiling brightly at the blonde, staring directly into her eyes while any other man – namely Kensei and Kenichi – would’ve been trying their hardest to catch a glimpse elsewhere. “I want to take a bath with Miu-nee-chan!” he declared abruptly, much to her shock.
            “What?!”
            “I used to take baths with Mom all the time when she was alive. I miss it.” He fiddled about embarrassedly, the joy on his face slipping away momentarily. “So I was wondering if I could take a bath with you.”
            Under normal circumstances, Miu would’ve sent the boy away, but she had a soft spot for children, especially ones that she could relate to in regards to parents; besides, she’d always wanted a younger sibling. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for him to join her. After all, she had joined her grandfather in the bath during their many travels until she hit puberty; Hayato had said that she was old enough to start bathing on her own and didn’t need her master there to hold her hand.
            Beaming brightly, she welcomed Naoki to join her. She changed her lax position for the boy to have enough room to plop down and join her. “A quick bath wouldn’t be any bother,” she assured him with that smile that would have Kenichi turn to putty. “Please come in.” She offered the tub with a hand gesture.
            Naoki lit up with excitement. “Alright!” he cheered, and the towel covering his groin was carelessly tossed to the corner of the room. It was at that point that Miu made an accidental observation that made her rethink her decision to let the boy join her. True, he was young, but he’d obviously developed a bit quicker in one particular region. His dangling penis was quite large for his age – not freakishly so, but bigger than what she had expected; he wasn’t parading around a mature one, but with time, he’d probably be about an inch or so above average.
            It wagged slightly when he walked – almost jogged – to where the buxom blonde ogled with reddening cheeks. It wasn’t the first she’d seen, as she coupled with Kenichi twice before: the first time out of lonely passion, the second time as motivation for him to train – though he had begged like a shameful dog for it. He was much larger than Naoki, of course; the child just had something to be proud of at his age.
            It shouldn’t matter, Miu tried to convince herself. She put on a warm smile when Naoki stepped and then splashed into the water, the calm surface rippling into waves as he trudged through towards her. It was hard for her not to take notice of his anatomy when it was coming at her. Thank heavens he wasn’t hard…
            “Eh~?!” Miu jumped in her skin when Naoki suddenly dove at her, arms and legs latching onto her as he buried his face into her cleavage. It wasn’t like a Kensei move; he was just being affectionate like he had been with her all day. Still, having her nude breasts treated like a pair of pillows gave her violent chills, even in such warm waters. His cheek nuzzled her, his mouth dangerously close to her taut, pink nipple, though he didn’t seem like he planned to latch onto her tit. She remembered how Kenichi had wasted no time doting on the fleshy orbs when she unveiled them before, though she was hesitant about getting fully undressed; he was loving and caring their first time, but he still seemed uncomfortably overanxious to see her skintight top be peeled off of her creamy flesh.
            “You’re just like my mom,” he cooed, nuzzling his grinning, blushing face against the twin mounds. “Soft and…” He pulled back and took a hand from around her to poke at her soft tit. Her stomach quivered from the feeling, but it wasn’t a disgusting feeling. “Big,” he finished his thought while ogling the tight, pink centers of either breast.
            Miu wasn’t sure if she should take that as a compliment. Nonetheless, she offered a slight chuckle despite the bead of sweat rolling down her brow. She had hoped the little boy would’ve gotten it out of his system and would be content just to sit next to her and enjoy the comforts of warm water, but he remained straddled on her lap and flesh against her front. She must’ve really resembled his mother since he took such a fondness to her; or rather, maybe just one – or two – attributes made him reminisce. She allowed the curious caresses when his hand groped her lightly. Nothing perverted about a little childhood curiosity; that was what she told herself when he tried to lift one of her tits. Without putting some actual effort into it, it was quite a challenge to push up her bosom.
            “Aren’t they heavy?”
            The question was abrupt, tactless, and caught the busty blonde off guard. Glancing down at the boy studying her chest with a stupefied smile, she uttered an “Eh…?”
            Naoki looked up at her with his large eyes. “Well, you’re a fighter, right? When Dad makes me train with sack weights over my shoulders, I can’t move well. Don’t they slow you down?”
            “Um…” Miu didn’t know if she should answer that. As martial artists who had trained and not had a standard childhood, it would’ve been respectful to answer such questions about training methods; as young boy and older girl, it felt a little inappropriate and, needless to say, awkward since they were both naked. Mentally, she second-guessed her decision to invite him to stay with her in the tub. “I suppose I got used to the weight?” Her voice faltered to the tone of uncertainty, but it was true that with her grandfather’s daily training methods, she hardly noticed a difference in maneuverability when her breasts had fully matured.
            Naoki was nonetheless impressed that she could flow like a feather while burdened with these things. His mom’s were equally large, but she did not practice martial arts to an extreme like him and his father. Furinji Miu certainly was a fighter to be admired, unlike that clumsy boy she brought with him.
            The questioned was answered, but Naoki’s interest in Miu’s bosoms didn’t waver. He continued to heft them like weights, though he treated them with care. Eventually, his curiosity strayed to the peaks. Lovely, round, pink nipples adorned her breasts, having risen at some point to hardened peaks; Miu wasn’t so sure she wanted to admit they only recently stiffened. Childhood curiosity, she mentally told herself when Naoki examined her tits more closely and with more intensity. She bit back a sound when his fingers grazed the sensitive tips, as if trying to uncover some mystery they had. Aside from tightening from temperature and/or stimulus, she considered her breasts to have nothing special to offer, not unless she bore a child and could produce milk.
            “I like them,” Naoki suddenly declared with a big, bright smile up at the blonde. He cupped either tit and gave them an affectionate squeeze, mashing them together without being too rough with them. “They’re soft and big,” he pointed out fondly. He nuzzled a cheek against her nipples, causing her to shiver. If it had been Kensei to try such things, his head would be sent through two walls by now, despite his being a master. “They’re just like my mom’s.”
            Miu chose to take that as a compliment, though she had to wonder if his mother allowed him to fondle her chest as he was now doing with Miu’s. She couldn’t bring herself to violently throw him away; he wasn’t doing anything particularly wrong, and in a way, it felt a little soothing to have him dote upon her tits.
            It seemed so innocent until she felt a stiff prodding at her abdomen. She guessed it might’ve been his knee, but remembered that he was straddling her thighs; aside from that, his leg was not so narrow. She wasn’t naïve enough to not know what it was, but she still glanced down in shock to affirm her suspicions. Just the very tip breeched the surface of the water, but there was no mistaking what it was.
            Naoki had gained an erection from inspecting her breasts!
            She should’ve expected as much; Kenichi always got hard just from staring at her in her leotard. An embarrassing confession before their second time coupling, but Miu supposed she could find it flattering. A little boy getting hard against her was an entirely different matter, though. She couldn’t just throw him off of her with a harsh rebuke. For one thing, he was too adorable for that, and another, he didn’t even seem aware of it at the moment. Miu wasn’t sure if she should point it out; he’d probably be too embarrassed to look at her again. Still, it was awkward to have it pressing against her abdomen.
            Biting her lower lip, she turned her head away from Naoki; the boy was still coddling her breasts with rapt adulation, all the while jabbing her in the stomach with his hardened appendage. She could put up with him playing with her breasts – he was just a kid after all – but the shaft stabbing her couldn’t be so easily excused. Worse yet, her body was reacting of its own accord. She felt the tingle of her nether regions, blood circulating in that area to prep her.
            She caressed his back nervously. “N-Naoki-kun, maybe it’s time we…!” She was cut off by her own sound of surprise when the boy slipped his mouth over her nipple. The motherless child huffed and suckled and darted the nub with his tongue, making soft mewls of pleasure.
            It was untrue to say that Miu was disciplined enough that she could suppress her response to her sensitive nipples being stimulated. Beneath the surface of the water, her femininity was already opening in welcome. She played with herself before, and Kenichi-san employed every method of perversion he read about in the two times they’d been together. Now feeling Naoki-kun’s erection prodding her while his mouth covered the tip of her tit, Miu was feeling vulnerable to the suggestions of her natural instincts.
            The woodland boy had instincts too. He might have thought he was just innocently nursing on Miu’s chest, but his erection was tight and something of a nuisance. He asked about her breasts being cumbersome; he felt that his penis was sometimes in the way. And the best way to deal with it was it grind it against the nearest, softest surface.
            So he did. He retracted his hips, and then rolled them, pressing and running the underside of his erection against the gentle grooves of her toned abdomen. The smooth friction and the taut waves of her muscles felt good enough that he detached from her fleshy globe to moan out.
            No restraint; he groaned loud, a sloppy sound that pulled his mouth off of her breast, though he kept the side of his face against her like he was afraid he’d lose his place. “Nee-chan,” he drawled, slobber running down his gaping mouth. He jabbed harder with his hips, trying to satisfy these base urges. The scent and feel of her helped, but there was more he needed. And poking relentlessly at her with his little prick seemed to offer some relief. Blindly, he humped her front, hitting her stomach mostly before a single push veered him briefly at her navel; the dip of that spot seemed to encourage him that whatever he was doing, he had done something vaguely correct.
            And Miu could see by his actions what he had stumbled upon. Thrusting a hand underwater, he grabbed his boyhood and made another attempt at her bellybutton. An unsuitable case for his cock, even with how small it was; he could probably hurt her if he jabbed her there over and over, seeking release. Her body was durable, but with his enthusiasm, he might leave some suspicious bruises.
            She couldn’t have that.
            He had just begun to rub his narrow cockhead against the dip when she intervened, snaking a hand between them to catch the entirety of his penis in her fist. “Here,” she said with a worried smile, hoping not to seem anxious or upset. “Let me.”
            “Nee-chan,” he drooled again, looking up at her with his doe eyes overflowing with awe at her kindness. Her soft hand was just what he needed. Her grip tight but mindful, fingers flexing at intervals; she really knew how to handle him.
            He remained latched to her, his fingers tightening around her as he moaned that he liked what she was doing. She hoped he did; after all, there wasn’t much practice done, jerking a fist up and down, tight against her stomach. With his youth, she hoped he’d be quickly spent, and they could use the remainder of the bathtime to rinse out his seed. Her tits bounced against the motions of her hand, though she tried to keep her movements stifled and steady. Maybe she would prefer his mouth back on her breast, if only to keep him from being too noisy. At the same time, the feeling of his hot mouth and wet tongue sliding against her sensitive pink nipple had made her core steamy, her strong, plump thighs susceptible to the idea of parting and allowing entrance between them.
            She was already making plans to play with herself, now that she was pumping Naoki’s small erection. She wouldn’t invite Kenichi to her bed, though her body nearly demanded it. It was taught to her, as part of her rigorous training, not to overindulge! Every time she went into heat, she couldn’t bring her pseudo-boyfriend in to sate her! That caused addiction and dependence! A true martial artist depended on one’s own strength before assisting or needing assistance!
            Naoki-kun and his prodding penis was a special case.
            She looked down at her juggling jugs, barely able to see his erection through the waves of water and flesh and the grip of her fist. It wasn’t going to be a reoccurring thing with them, she told herself as she beat him faster, making him moan louder! She was going to get him to ejaculate, abate his desires and frustrations, and then get under the bedsheets of her futon, and finger herself to satisfying climax!
            She couldn’t believe that thought made her hug the underside of Naoki-kun, edging him up to get in between her breasts, all so he could get a clearer shot at her opened mouth! She tucked her chin inward, aimed his head accordingly to her open mouth – tongue reaching to promise to catch his shorter loads – and readied as Naoki arched and gave a fitful cry that something was coming out!
            “Ahh~ I really need a bath~” groaned Kenichi, walking heedlessly into the bathroom, interrupting what was going to be a splendidly immoral facial. His reflexes weren’t up to par with Miu’s. The moment he arrived, before he could even look up and judge the situation taking place in the bath, Miu sprung with catlike speed, pitching Naoki back in the bath with an unresolved erection, and flinging the heel of her foot directly into Kenichi’s face with a screeching “PER~VERT~!!”
            Kenichi was sure that he saw Heaven’s light twice: once before the kick, and then after…
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            It could be argued that Kenichi’s timing was perfect. Miu felt herself set in a right state of sound mind, before she could do anything she could regret. There was some guilt in seeing Naoki-kun staring so intently with a jutting appendage under the water, but she promised to make it up to him with a hardy breakfast.
            As if that was any consolation to a bad case of blue balls…
            Naoki-kun understandably sulked, but Miu’s stance was firm: their bath was done. “Let’s let Kenichi-san use it now.”
            And like it was a kindness done to him, she heaved his unconscious body into the water, his upper half hanging off the side of the tub so that he wouldn’t drown. As he was left alone, he showed signs of life only by a deathly smile and a swooning of “I saw Heaven~”
            As she had planned, Miu went to bed and hoped to go right to sleep. But now that the shock of Kenichi-san’s appearance in the bathroom had settled, her sexual adrenaline began to spike again. She considered getting naked, throwing off her pajama attire and just being ravenous with herself. It’d been some time, after all, and the bath was so quickly interrupted that she deserved some nightly relief.
            Her internal debate was so fierce that it dulled her senses around her, though maybe some of it was due to his practice of stealth. She was on her side, arm folded under pillow while her other hand clutched at her blouse. Naoki was already lifting her covers, scooting in close to her before she realized he had snuck in through the window. Already – or still – his dick was hard and poking at her butt. He was wiser this time, even though so little time had passed since they parted. He guessed that the tight crevices of the female form would suit him perfectly.
            “Naoki-kun!” Miu burst out in shock, turning her head back to him, not bucking to unseat him from her backside.
            And he, partway down her back because he was so small compared to her, looked imploringly to her. “Miu-nee-chan felt so good in the bath,” he was practically crying. He stabbed at her rear, and she shivered violently from how close he got to the hole back there, even through their clothes. He was also dressed for the night, but made no concealment of his rigid appendage. Her body tensed at the possible intrusion, that hole tightening to say No entry!
            “But we can’t,” Miu whispered, still over her shoulder, still not supplanting him.
            “But in the bath…!” Whimpering, he reached for her free hand and pulled it back; she allowed it, even clutched her fingers when he applied her to his shaft. “Something was going to happen! I…! I need it, Miu-nee-chan!”
            It was a sinful mixture of pity, arousal, and taboo that swayed Miu’s otherwise infallible will. She could bend Kenichi into a pretzel for just glancing at her bust at the wrong moment. But Naoki-kun was small and cute and had big eyes like a cat. Really, he was a natural predator for girls like her.
            “But,” she continued to insist on her morals, eyes peering at the door and even the window that Naoki had so effortlessly slipped in through, “Kenichi-san could…”
            “That dummy’s still asleep in the bath!” Naoki pressed, and grabbed at her boobs like it could convince her. “Please, Miu-nee-chan!”
            Given no other way, her pussy was already flaring and ready for insertion. A few more minutes without Naoki’s cock, and her fingers would be stretching her out instead!
            She couldn’t let him take her from behind… at least not in this position. His erection was too short and her ass was too full to allow proper penetration. “Please,” she whispered as she turned onto her back for him, holding a finger to her lips, “a secret…”
            Naoki nodded enthusiastically, repeating solemnly, “A secret!”
            They needn’t bother with foreplay; they were both worked up and ready and were on a covert mission. Lifting her butt off the mat to slide off her bottoms, Miu made a soft whine of displeasure when Naoki-kun’s haste blasted the front of her top open, sacrificing a few buttons from their seams. Her big, firm breasts exploded into view, and he grabbed them with his stubby but strong hands. Like Mom’s, he thought again and again, shuffling them against one another, mashing and molding them and seeing the extent to which he could shape them!
            Miu’s bare legs came apart; knees up, feet planted outward, giving him full advantage of her. To better guide him – when his attention could finally pry from her luscious chest – she snuck her hands under her raised legs to delicately pull apart her folds and show off the hole hidden between them.
            Naoki gawked for a moment, and it wasn’t until she whispered “Here…” that he understood what he was meant to do. Give him time, and his rugged, mountain-boy instincts would have eventually led him to follow his nose and apply his prick to where she was missing one. Her guidance sped up that probable process.
            His head was level with her tits like this, with his hips aiming at her wet center. She was bald just like him down there, but she was bald by choice. With the accumulated moisture, she was slippery; not that he needed an advantage to fit inside of her. She could have been dry, and his erection might still work its way in fully; painfully so, but still.
            Like this, her nether lips salivating over her plump ass and wetting her mat, he couldn’t even savor the feeling of pressing out her dense walls. His head poked into her, and though he tried to cautiously move in, he may very well have slipped by how suddenly he went all the way in.
            And while he didn’t fill her out like Kenichi’s cock or even her fingers could, Miu felt a strong push to the edge when his hips collided against hers. She hugged his head into her cleavage – no complaints from him… until he needed to breathe – and chomped down hard on her bottom lip to keep the squeal of delight in check. No martial artist announces their vulnerability!
            Naoki may have been taught that lesson by his dad, but he wasn’t applying it. He was moaning and huffing, and if not for her meaty pillows stifling him, he would happily be making a racket that would bring all in the house down on this room. His father might even reward and congratulate him for picking such a fine mate! Just as beautiful and bountiful as your mother!
            Those instincts of Naoki’s were keen and went into action immediately. He pulled back, hurled himself back in, bathed in her juices, and repeated the process. Miu was a bit too turned on to really resist the feeling. A cute, little boy was inside of her! She was helping him out, like a big sister would! She hoped that if Tomoka-chan ever needed him in this way, Kenichi-san would be willing to help her! Whimpering, only wishing that he had more mass to push out her muscles and length to get depth, Miu came rather quickly, the space around Naoki fluttering heavily, gripping at the prick in its sloppy and clumsy thrusts; on more than one occasion, he slipped out, but hastened it back inside. She caught the small of his back; she couldn’t have him vacating her in the throes of her release.
            “Naoki-kun!! Thank you!!” She tried not to scream; Masters had excellent hearing even in their sleep, and Akisame could decipher the source and reason for such noises without much guess.
            Thankfully, Naoki hadn’t the ability to stave off his own release. Her sudden contractions did him in, and as he jabbered and flexed and flinched, making long but jerky strides into her, he began to repay the wash of his dick with a geyser of his own making. Wet, white splashing soaking her, drenching her insides in heat that her body eagerly drank up. The little tadpoles would make it through to her womb in short time; his load was plentiful and her body was tight enough to keep it contained. Kenichi’s own load would join soon enough and vie for the honor of seeding Miu’s prepped egg.
            For tonight, though, only Naoki’s sperm swam up inside of Miu, and the two collapsed in sexual relief. Miu didn’t mind the heat sloshing inside of her, though she did think it only fair to let Kenichi-san have a go at her again soon and sow within her next time. Petting Naoki’s spiky hair, she looked down to tell him it might be best for him to go back to his own room. But upon inspecting his face, she had seen that the boy had already drifted off to sleep. Her breasts were suitable pillows, after all.
            “Just like Mom’s,” he slurred in his sleep with a smile…
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If this gets any traction, I may come back to put more work into it; at least beef up the ending. But, as it stands, it's not a project I want to spend very much time on.
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