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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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AN: AN: Hey, usually, I prefer not to write notes in the middle of my stories; but I know people have been waiting for this update, and I just wanted to apologise for making people wait so long. My excuse is the story we usually hear as readers, I'm afraid: Fall has been a very busy time for me this year and I haven't had as much time to write as I had before late September. So, in honour of the season, I offer this chapter. I hope you enjoy it and I promise more is coming soon.
It took a couple cups of tea, but the girls managed to bring Keitaro back to his normal self.
“It doesn’t seem real,” he said, leaning against the café table. Two promise girls? He shook his head.
Across the table, Naru sat shell shocked. What did this mean? They’d promised to look for each other and live happily ever after, but what had she done? She thought about all the boys she’d been with while he’d faithfully struggled to find achieve his dream and find her again. She rubbed at her hands, feeling dirty.
Mutsumi gauged the pensive looks of her companions and shook her head. “What’s everyone so sad about? We finally found each other after all these years.”
The sheer effervescence of their companion was enough to snap Naru and Keitaro out of their funk for the moment.
“That’s right,” Keitaro said, shrugging off the terrible confusion and grasping to Mutsumi’s happiness for dear life. “We ought to be celebrating.”
“That’s the spirit,” Mutsumi sang. “Where should we go?”
Grateful for the chance to leave her existential woes behind, Naru suggests karaoke – a different place from the one she had taken Keitaro to; and there they sang away all the doubts and frustrations of the year. As they took their turns singing and cramming themselves with enough fried food to kill an elephant, gradually their doubts began to fade and the spirit of the hour took hold. They had done it! They had won!
The phone buzzed as Mutsumi and Naru were in the middle of their duet performance of Ashita ga Arusa, a song about a boy trying to work up the courage to talk to the girl he sees on the train every day. Keitaro reached up to answer the phone.
“Our time is up,” he said, replacing the receiver. “Unless we want an extension.”
All three were silent; even Mutsumi lost a little of her lustre as they tried not to give voice to the embarrassing truth that they, as poor students, had burned through the last of their money.
Keitaro broke the tension by opening the door and stepping outside. Once they’d paid, they ventured out into the night and were hit by the smell of cigarette smoke.
“Naru?”
Naru turned. “Who’s there?”
Under a street lamp stood a group of half a dozen boys and girls, all wearing high school uniforms. The embers of lit cigarettes glowed and rotated as the group turned to regard the trio. One of the boys shouldered his way to the front.
“Hello, Naru,” he said. “I thought that was you.”
Naru gave the boy a friendly smile. “Hello, Kentaro. How are you? Were you checking your exam results today too?”
Kentaro Sakata smiled the smile of a titan receiving his divine right. “Kyoto premed as of today.”
Naru clapped her hands. “Wow, that’s great. Oh, I’m sorry.” She turned to her friends and introduced them.
Keitaro approached the new boy with apprehension and bowed in greeting. Kentaro’s aristocratic face, darkened ever so slightly as he returned the bow. “I thought I knew most of Naru’s friends,” he said, making it sound like a question.
Naru linked arms with Keitaro and introduced him as her boyfriend.
At the word boyfriend, Kentaro’s eyebrows shot up, but he let the matter drop, asking, “So, I take it you made it into Tokyo U, Naru. This looks to happy to be a pity party.”
Naru’s grin threatened to split her face. “Yes! All the studying paid off. We all made it into Tokyo U today.”
Without realising it, both groups had begun to walk together, and Kentaro’s group moved to envelope the trio. A thickset guy with a shaved head gave Mutsumi an engaging smile, and a tall girl with short brown hair and diamond stud earrings gave Keitaro a speculative look before turning her attention to her leader.
“We were just heading to a party,” Kentaro said. “It’s being thrown by my prep school. Perhaps you’d like to come along?”
“Sure,” Mutsumi and Naru said together, before Keitaro had a chance to voice any misgivings. He tightened his grip on Naru’s hand as they walked.
“Motoko…”
Her name on his lips filled her with a delight past anything she could have measured. Tears stung at her eyes as she tightened her embrace and blazed a trail of kisses along his shoulder to his neck. “Oh…I love you…love you so much.”
“Motoko…”
Oh, yes, please, keep saying it. She ran her hands along the sculpted surface of his back, shivering with pleasure. She moaned against his neck as his hands gripped her shoulders.
“Motoko, stop…”
But she was past hearing anything other than her name as she…
“Damn it, Motoko, stop this!”
She cried out in surprise as he broke her grip and flung her back against the bed. He leapt away from it, putting as much distance between them as the room would allow. Almost on reflex, his weight shifted to his back leg in a defensive stance as his face contorted between alarm and rage.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She crumpled under his glare and hid her face in her hands. “Don’t look at me like that. Please don’t look at me,” she begged as shame filled her belly and spread out until she felt like throwing up.
“I’m your sister’s husband” – his voice was incredulous – “and you tried to seduce me? You don’t even like me!”
The words hit her like a dagger and she sprang off the bed. “That’s not true!” she cried, all the more ashamed when she saw him back away from her. “I adore you. I always have from the moment I met you.”
Shinosuke’s head swam. “This makes no sense. You’ve always been so angry. You could barely stand to be in the same room with me until today.”
She chanced looking up at him with an earnest self-deprecating smile. “Because I could not bear to see you with her. As much as I hate that you took her from me, I could bear her having you even less. She has taken the one thing I desire most in the world.”
The rage faded as he took in this girl – indeed she was still a girl – who sat crumpled on the floor as if she wished she could sink into it. “Motoko…”
She shuddered at the compassion the word held. She knew what was coming, but could not face it. In one last desperate attempt, she flung herself at his feet.
“Motoko what the hell are…?”
“You are the only one who understands our curse,” she spoke over him. “The only decent man I know. Even in the face of my cruelty you were kind to me. Do not turn me away, I beg you.” She grabbed at the legs of his hakama as he stepped back. “I know I am inexperienced. I know no art for loving, but my love for you is true, I swear it.”
His instincts told him to run, but her grip was tight and her emotion so powerful that all he could do was stand and watch as she unravelled before him.
“Teach me,” she begged. “Teach me what she does for you and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you, be anything you want. If it’s you, I don’t care. Just let me stay by your side. I’ll be anything for you: your spaniel, your whore. Please?”
With a snarl of rage, he hoisted her up by the shoulders until they were eye to eye. “What’s the matter with you?” he bellowed, shaking her. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying? What about your sister? How can you betray her, everything you stand for, so easily?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she flopped back and forth like a rag doll in his arms. She was a warrior no more, only a desperate girl whose last grasp on her what she loved was slipping away. He saw her weep and let her go. She sagged down against the bed and stared up at him with red, wet eyes.
“Don’t wish for that,” he said with a shuddering breath. “Don’t wish to be someone’s whore. You are worth so much more than that.”
“No.” He stepped back as she reached for him again, and she fell against the floor, covering her face in her hand. “I need you. I love you. You’re the only man who can end my agony.”
He dared to kneel in front of her. “You know I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Tsuruko and I are joined together by fate thanks to the ritual. I cannot be your man.”
She let out a keening wail of despair that made him start to tear up too. “It cannot be. I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you.” She snagged his sleeve. “Please, you’re the only man I’ve ever loved. You’re the only one who can give me relief.”
He jerked away. “Even if that were true, I wouldn’t betray Tsuruko for anything. I adore her. She’s having my child. That’s all there is to it.”
“I’m younger. Aren’t men supposed to desire younger women?” She held her hand out in one last attempt at supplication. “It is a mark of shame for a warrior to refuse a lady’s seduction.”
His eyes turned to stone. “That’s beneath you and you know it,” he said, stepping towards the door. “Now, I think it’s time you left.”
“No.”
He crossed his arms. “Either you leave or I will, make a choice.”
The room was silent and electrical as they stared each other down. At last she looked away.
“There is no way you could love me?” she asked, wiping at her eyes.
“Not in the way you want.”
Her shoulders sagged. “Then, I am doomed,” she said, too exhausted to cry anymore. She stood up on shaky legs and hobbled towards the door, careful to keep her distance. “Please…my sister…”
He sighed. “Tsuruko will never learn the truth from me. Listen,” he said as she stepped past him, hand on the door knob. “I meant it. You deserve more than to be someone’s mistress. There must be someone out there to end your suffering.”
She just shook her head, opened the door, and was gone.
Shinosuke shut the door and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Oh, God. So much for a night of uninterrupted sleep.” He picked up the phone and dialled.
“Tsuruko Aoyama, please…Her husband…Tsu, it’s me…Yes, I made it all right…Listen, you might want to check up on your sister. I think that the family inheritance is becoming more than she can bear…Does it matter how I know? She needs help, I’m sure of it…”
Kitsune gave a lascivious hum as she swallowed Haitani’s cock. She gave him a hard suck before withdrawing and watched the bespectacled man’s eyes roll back as she trilled her tongue over the head. She gave a throaty chuckle and jerked him off with lazy strokes.
“How do you like your reward?” she asked with a smirk.
Haitani, well past speech as he gripped the couch cushions on either side of him, gave a vigorous nod.
She giggled in triumph as she basked in his awed expression and slid her top up to free her breasts. “Weren’t expecting this when you got up this morning, were you?”
“No…”
“You ever fantasised about this?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes…”
“Well,” she said, sliding his throbbing, hard cock between her tits, “I’m going to be your new fantasy.” She pressed her tits together and stroked up and down, watching the contortions of his face with immense satisfaction. It hadn’t taken much to get him to agree to her standard proposition: nothing serious, just a little fun now, and maybe now and then. Of course, after their little escapade on the train, she could probably get him to do whatever she wanted.
She made sure he was watching as she leaned downwards to trill her tongue over his cockhead, and then pulled up with a happy groan only to do it all over again. She rubbed her thighs together as her already soaking pussy began to ache with longing. Deciding to push a little further, she began reciting again:
“She rose and fell with aching slowness as she gazed up at him with worshipful eyes. He bit his knuckle to smother his cries as her tongue” – she punctuated with a lick – “traced his cock from root to tip.”
Haitani gave a wheezing laugh. “Oh, keep going.”
Kitsune took his cock deep inside her mouth and sucked all the way back as she withdrew. She covered his shaft with loud kisses before returning him to the loving cradle of her breasts. She began again. “He could barely believe the pleasure as his normally demure…”
“I think you’re out of character there,” Haitani injected with a lopsided grin.
She smirked and slapped him on the thigh. “…hardly believe the pleasure as his normally demure partner took him deep inside her mouth” – he cried out as she paused again to demonstrate – “and entranced him with her wanton gaze. In a second he – the leader, the man everyone looked to for decisive action – was under the spell of the beloved junior who followed his every order. Control became hers, submission his, and he could no longer contain his awe as it erupted all over her face.”
Haitani whimpered. “Gonna come…”
“Not yet.”
He cried out at the loss of her as she released her hold on him and pulled back.
“I thought this was my reward.”
“Oh, just you wait.” The fellatrix reached down to massage his balls with one hand as her tongue darted out to flick and circle his cockhead. The competing sensations sent Haitani even higher as he fought to keep from thrusting off the couch.
“Oh…” Kitsune let out a long needy moan. “Come for me. I want it so bad. Please? Oh, yes!” She swallowed again and again as he trembled through the most powerful orgasm of his life. When it was over, he looked up at her with amazement as she licked her lips. “Mmm, you really do like me. Ready to become a man?”
At this he looked away, but she gripped him by the chin.
“I am right, aren’t I? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Really, there’s nothing wrong with you. If there were, we wouldn’t be here.” She gave him a cheeky grin and slapped him on the thigh. “Now are you ready to get your brains fucked out, or did you want to keep contemplating your navel?” Not waiting for his reply, she jerked his pants down and slipped off her panties without removing her skirt.
A delicious naughtiness filled her as she straddled him on the couch – both still half dressed – and reached down to rub his semi-hard cock against her slick pussy. She shimmied up and down against his shaft until he grew hard against her, and she began to pant at the friction against her clit. She adjusted him until he was poised at her entrance and sank down, gasping as he filled her.
“I love how deep you are,” she whispered into his shoulder as she shifted around, letting his shaft hit her from every angle. “How does it feel to be a man?”
Haitani was beyond words as he stared up her. He groaned with her as she thrust herself up and down.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, rubbing her clit. “Make me feel it.” She let out a happy groan as he surprised her with a thrust of his own. “Harder. Yes, harder.”
He obeyed, hypnotised by the moist rhythmic echo of their bodies and the yipping cries of the woman above him as she stare down at him in growing fervour.
“So deep…Oh!” She yelped as his hips lifted her up off the couch. She ground herself against him with a breathy giggle as he did it again and again. The pleasure grew to a peak and she pinned him down, clutching at his shoulders as she ground herself hard against until she came with a scream into his neck.
Haitani swallowed over and over as Kitsune’s pussy clamped down on his cock, and she sank against him, trembling and groaning. They laid together for a while as Kitsune’s control returned to her and she got up.
“Got another idea,” she said, bending over the arm of the couch.
Taking the hint, he got up and placed himself behind her. His cock slid in easily this time as he entered her without hesitation.
“Hard as you can,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Hey.” She turned around to poke his chest. “Seriously, as hard as you can.”
In answer, he withdrew and slammed himself home, hard enough to hear the slap.
Kitsune bit her lip. “Oh, good boy.” She grunted as his cock invaded as deep as it could go, withdrawing only to slam into her again. She moaned in duet with him at his animalistic rhythm against her G-spot.
“Come on, fuck me,” she demanded. “I thought you were a man.”
With a growl, he thrust harder, gaining greater leverage as he lay down over top of her. She screamed as the pleasure spread out through her body, and fell against her arms murmuring encouragements and oaths. He reached underneath to pinch her nipples and hissed as she tightened around him.
Yes, pinch them, grab, explore, take what you want. She felt her mind begin to blank as she sank down against the arm of the couch. Savouring the warmth of him against her back, she felt utterly powerless against him as he invaded and retreated with such ferocity that she had no time to register his absence as his cock stretched her and slammed against her womb.
“Is it good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Don’t ask, just fuck me.”
He said no more, but gripped her shoulders, trying to thrust deeper. She let out a hum. It was so different, not like it was with him. He’d never fuck her like this. No matter how much she tried to ask, he always held back. Was he with Naru now, celebrating like this? Kitsune licked her lips as her mind travelled to the morning of the exam, watching his cock go in and out of Naru’s dripping pussy.
If only he could see her now, she thought and suppressed the forbidden shudder at the picture of Keitaro watching her as his best friend took her like a wild animal, his cock in his hand, in her mouth...
Haitani pinched her nipple in time with his thrust and she started to convulse.
“Say my name…” Her voice warbled with need.
“Kitsune.” Her name came out in a rush of breath. “Kitsune.”
She felt him jerk inside her as he came, felt the warmth of his seed fill her as his thrusts turned erratic, feeble. She let out a happy groan as his weight settled fully on top of her, his breath coming out in sharp grunts against the crook of her neck.
Please, she thought, trapped by the warmth of his body, enveloped by his arms. Please keep me warm.
They laid together until he softened and slipped out of her, climbing off the couch to go to the bathroom. She wrapped her arms herself and went search of her shirt as the cold settled upon her once more. She heard the rush of shower spray from the other room and abandoned her shirt, reaching for the zip behind her skirt.
“What?” he asked in surprise as she opened the bathroom door.
“I got cold,” she said, stepping under the spray to wrap her arms around him.
The bleach blonde reached for a cracker off the buffet table, restraining giggles as she said, “And then I told him either he got Grey Goose or I’d never speak to him again.”
Keitaro gave a courteous laugh as the girl burst into hysterics. He cast a surreptitious glance around the room. Naru had excused herself to go to the bathroom and had disappeared for the last fifteen minutes, while Mutsumi had wandered off, interested in the ensuite pool on the penthouse balcony, leaving him at the mercy of a trio of school girls – all of whom seemed to think everything the other two said was hilarious.
“And then what happened?” he asked, not knowing what else to do as he searched over their heads. People as far as the eye could see – people wearing uniforms from at least a half dozen Tokyo high schools – but neither Mutsumi nor Naru was in sight. Could these people really all have come from the same cram school? Keitaro had never felt comfortable at parties, regardless of size, and this crowd made it impossible to relax. His instincts, on high alert, sought information from every source, examining surroundings, objects, and faces for any sign of danger. He felt like a gazelle sneaking through a lions’ den. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, sure; but everywhere he saw signs that told him the safest place for him was far from here: he read danger in the toothsome grins of the boys as they talked of nothing with girls whose blouses were unbuttoned as low as they could go and still be considered done up. He viewed with suspicion the glassiness in their eyes, as his ears rebelled against the shrill artificial laughter that seemed to emanate from different parts of the crowd at different times. A few feet away, a girl with wild look in her eyes cried out that she wanted to dance, only to stumble and fall against two guys behind her. Undaunted, she shimmied and writhed against them to the beat of the music from the stereo until they too were caught in its rhythm, moving together as one mass, their breathing shallow and their eyes empty and doll-like. Keitaro shuddered away from the sight, and wished that Naru and Mutsumi were there with him. Then they could get out of there.
“What do you think happened?” the girl – Urumi, or was it Arimi? – said. “He went and got it. She laughed as if she held the secret of the world. “Guys are so easy.”
Keitaro gave a vacant chuckle.
“Hey,” another girl – En-something – said, dissatisfied with his lack of attention, “What’s the matter? We boring you?”
Keitaro shook his head. “Of course not.”
“I don’t blame him,” Urumi or Arimi said. “This place is totally dead.”
The dead are dancing with the dead. The dust is dancing with the dust, thought Keitaro as he cast another glance at the writhing mass behind them.
“Hey,” the third girl – who hadn’t given her name, and whom Keitaro had started calling Number 3 in his head – spoke for the first time, “maybe Mr. Toyko U here wants to liven things up?” How had she known that? He hadn’t told anyone here that he had gotten into Tokyo U today. Number 3 leaned closer, her eyes so dilated that they looked black. “What do you say, Mr. Tokyo U, want to have a little fun?” she asked, running a hand over his thigh.
Her smile was the grin of a shark, and he shuddered at it.
“Yeah,” Urumi or Arimi said. “Maybe we should play the King Game.”
“The King Game?” Keitaro asked, looking at her, grateful to have something to look at other than Number 3’s grimace. “That kids game? The one where you have to do what the leader says?”
Number 3 laughed, and the others joined her. “Oh, no. This one’s definitely not for kids.”
Keitaro only managed a wondering nod. God, where was Naru?
“Well what have we here?” Keitaro and the girls turned to see the girl from Kentaro’s group – what was her name? Mariko, that was it! Mariko approached the group with her hands on her hips. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, honey.” She linked arms with Keitaro and, before he could say anything, dragged him outside.
Keitaro breathed a side of the relief as they moved out into the open air. There were fewer people out here and the music wasn’t as loud. On the other side of the balcony, people were lounging around the hot tub, but Mariko led him the other way and leaned against the balcony, her earrings sparkling with the city lights.
“There,” she said, removing a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, “you’re safe now.” She lit the skinny cigarette and blew a plume of smoke into the night sky. “You’d better watch yourself with the ghouls over there. Any guy who spends the night with them can count on some nasty souvenirs.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you serious?” When she saw that he was, she shook her head and took another drag. “Anyway, what happened to the biscuit I saw you with?”
“Went to the bathroom,” Keitaro replied, bristling. Something about this girl, her sardonic voice, her knowing smirk, the casual insolence in how she leaned against the railing, the smell of her perfume and the cigarette smoke all rankled him.
She nodded. “Long time to go to the bathroom.” She let the sentence hand like a wisp of smoke through her lips as she looked out towards the city.
He ought to walk away, ought to thank her for her rescue and just walk out of her life, but he was tired and irritated and the leading edge in her voice was too much for him. “Just what does that mean?”
She shrugged. “Not a thing. Only, you know what Naru’s like, right? Yes, I can see you do. Are you really comfortable letting her out of your sight? Or maybe you have some sort of understanding?”
Keitaro clenched his fist. “She’s not like that.”
“Then what’s she doing here?”
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