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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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Chapter List
- 27
- 28
- 29
Author's Note: PLEASE READ - I'm annoucing that there's been a change in the nature of the story. As you may have noticed, the two most recent chapters have been cut out and this one has been changed. The simple reason is that the Motoko subplot has not been going the way I wanted it to. The whole magical kitsune possession thing has been a nightmare to work with, frankly; and is as much to blame for the delays in publishing chapters as anything. Every time I think I've worked myself out of one logical inconsistency regarding it, I find another. It slows the story down, mires the subplot itself in quicksand, and the more I work with it the more I hate it.
So, I'm blowing it up and starting from Chapter 28 where everything changed. Don't worry, there's still plenty of introspection and smut to be had. Every sex scene that was there previously is either intact, improved, or (in one case) replaced with one that better fits the new plot line. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the new and improved Chapter 28. If you see anything you've read before, I implore you to read it in full as changes have been made.
With apologies from your humble author.
The next day, having recovered from hangovers, hallucinogenic induced fits, and marathon sex sessions, the residents of Hinata returned to their normal routines – as normal as things ever got at Hinata, anyway.
“What’s wrong with Motoko?” Shinobu asked at the breakfast table.
No one had an answer as they watched the normally poised warrior stumble out of the kitchen, draped in mourning colours. She clutched that morning’s meal and stepped heavily back upstairs.
“Has someone died?” Keitaro asked.
No one had heard anything.
Upstairs, Kitsune, having spent most of yesterday and all of last night writing, stuck her head out the door to see the resident Ophelia make her way to the third floor. She scratched her head, then, feeling lightheaded from hunger, made her way downstairs.
“Good morning, Kitsune,” Su called.
“Coffee,” Kitsune muttered back.
Keitaro smiled. There was something refreshing about Kitsune just woken up. Her bedhead and cotton nightie took away from the raw weaponised sexuality that both enticed and scared the hell out of him. She looked more human, not that her sexual side was inhuman; but he felt less on his toes when she wasn’t at the top of her game.
“What’s up with Her Highness?” Kitsune asked, sitting down, which set the wave of speculation off again as theories were proposed and shot down until no explanation remained, and they settled in to enjoy their meal.
It was not to be: a great crash resounded through the house, and they all ran upstairs to see Motoko punching her wall. The room was a mess, papers and clothes were strewn everywhere. Her desk had been flipped over, and her armoire – a very valuable antique from the Edo Period – was pitched over, the drawers just hanging in place. But the real sight was Motoko herself: her eyes ablaze with fury, her hair swinging wildly as she took out her rage on the wall.
Stunned, her roommates could do nothing but watch, for fear of getting caught by a stray punch.
“Motoko?” Shinobu called, eyes glistening.
Motoko kept on hitting the wall until her knuckles started to bleed.
Unable to stand it anymore, Kitsune threw herself at her unlikely friend. “Motoko, that’s enough.” The sudden movement was enough to distract Motoko from her next swing; and Naru leapt into action, grabbing the girl’s arm.
“Just look what you’ve done to yourself. Shinobu, get the first aid kit.”
Shinobu nodded through her tears and ran downstairs.
But Motoko broke out of their hold. “Leave me alone!” And she ran off down the stairs. They heard the door slam.
The group shared an incredulous look.
“Motoko’s gone nuts,” Su said.
“I’m going to clean up,” Keitaro volunteered.
“I don’t know,” Naru said. “I don’t think she’d want us touching her things.”
Undaunted, Keitaro knelt among the mess and began gathering up papers. With a shrug, Kitsune did the same, putting books back on the shelf, giving a sad sigh as she caressed the well-thumbed copies of The Evening’s Promise and Love Under the Gun.
“What’s that?” Naru asked, when they had the room in a semblance of order once more.
Keitaro looked up from the pages he was holding. “Nothing.”
She wagged a finger at him. “Don’t go snooping.”
She took the pages from him and dropped them on Motoko’s desk.
Keitaro gave her an innocent look as they parted ways, and headed for his bedroom to get his sketchbook. The imagery, it was just so strong. He decided to work in the living room. His brain worked quickly, turning words into pictures as his pencil flew over the page, creating contours. The sword was the easiest. Once he had it outlined, he moved on to the woman that wielded it, tracing the outline of a kimono, shading in the arcs and planes of the body, and the folds of the kimono. She was running towards him on the page when he moved onto the hair and drew it flowing out behind her as she ran. His pencil levitated over the face. What kind of a woman was this Sakura? He worked by feel and before he knew, he had given Sakura Motoko’s face. He nodded in satisfaction at the sketch, and went upstairs. He put it on his desk and forgot about it.
Motoko returned that evening without saying a word to anyone and hid in her room for the rest of the night. She said nothing about them cleaning up, and only emerged the next morning to take a phone call from her sister. Kitsune tried to eavesdrop, but one look at Motoko’s scowl sent her packing.
“I don’t know what the hell’s going on with her,” she told Naru and Keitaro in bed that night. Sleeping together was a real pleasure; one that could be indulged in more regularly now that they were out of school while the younger girls were still in.
Naru shrugged. If Motoko wasn’t going to talk with them, then there was nothing they could do.
“By the way” – Kitsune drummed a nervous cadence against Keitaro’s shoulder – “I was thinking about having Haitani over while the girls are at school today.”
Naru flinched.
“Really?” Keitaro asked. “Why? What’s got you so nervous?”
“Well,” Kitsune was unprepared for how nervous this made her. “I mean, I wanted to have him here…Like this.”
“Like…” Keitaro’s eyes widened. “Oh!”
Kitsune bit her lip. “Yeah.”
“My best friend?”
“We talked about this,” Naru said.
“My best friend?”
“Look” – Kitsune propped herself up to stare down at him – “don’t be like that. He’s a nice guy and I just-”
Keitaro stared at her long and hard. “Have you…Already?” Her silence told him all he needed. “When?”
“The day we found out we both got into university,” she said looking down. “Where are you going?”
“Kei!” Naru snapped. “We talked about this.”
He rounded on them both. “No, this is not what we talked about. Fucking my best friend without telling me is not what we talked about. And if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll sleep alone tonight.” Then he was gone.
The next morning, Shinobu was beginning to wonder if funereal atmospheres were contagious. Excepting her and Su, no one was looking at or speaking to anyone else. Breakfast was eaten in silence and then the combatants retreated to different corners of the house, leaving Shinobu to do the dishes. It wasn’t until after the younger girls had left for school and the true silence of the house descended on all of them that the rifts began to mend.
Naru was the first one to make a move. Removing the board in her floor, she dropped into Keitaro’s room without even a knock.
“Jesus!” Keitaro jumped up from his desk a foot in the air. “Don’t do that!”
She crossed her arms. “You’re going to have to forgive her some time, you know?”
He glared at her. “She went off and fucked my best friend without even telling me she was interested in someone else. Do you have any idea how shitty that feels?”
“Yes,” Naru conceded, “I do.” She dropped down to sit next to him. “Kitsune, well she tends to act before she thinks sometimes. I’m sure she understands.”
“It’s not her understanding that I want.”
“Then what do you want?” Kitsune asked from the doorway. “An apology?”
He leveled a cool gaze at her. “That would be a start.”
She rolled her eyes. “All right, then. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “Not interested in half-hearted apologies.”
“And I’m not interested in the silent treatment. You want me to admit I screwed up? Okay, I screwed up. I didn’t do it to hurt you.”
His fist clenched around his pencil. “That’s not it.”
“Then why are you acting like this?”
“Because” – he leapt to his feet – “I’m not a piece of meat and neither is he! You got that?”
Kitsune and Naru stared at him. “What?”
“You heard me. He’s my best friend and I’m his. You don’t get to take your fill and then leave us by the side of the road when you’re bored. It doesn’t work that way, no matter how abnormal our relationship is!”
His breath came out in a long shuddering exhalation as his eyes flicked between the two women, daring them to contradict him.
“Is that how you think I see you?” Kitsune asked, her voice cracking. “A piece of meat? A toy?”
His anger spent, Keitaro could only shrug. “Well, I…”
Kitsune jabbed his chest with her finger. “You stupid, silly son of bitch. Do you have any idea?” She flung herself at him, hugged him to her. “Do you have any idea how much I adore you?” she muttered against his lips.
Walking home, Motoko was in agony beyond anything she had ever endured. Her despair seemed only to mix with her symptoms, turning her mind and body into a whirlwind of rage, sorrow, and deviant desires. Ever since Shinosuke’s refusal, she’d been unable to stand anything that reminded her of him. She’d smashed her room because every austere hanging, every piece of furniture, the very smell of the place reminded her of home and him. It had been too much to stand, and before she knew it, she was tearing it apart. The traitor! How dare he turn away from her in her time of need? The symptoms were getting worse. Just that morning, she’d day dreamed her way through class, thinking about the new student teacher, Mr. Kashiwagi. While he was lecturing on the historical importance of the Battle of Sekigahara, in her mind she was naked before him as he ran his soft intellectual’s hands over her body, coating every inch of her in scented oil. The image had been so powerful that she’d had to ask to be excused and had hid in the bathroom during lunch. Even now, her body throbbed at the thought.
Even worse, it seemed that her body had decided that Urashima was a man after all. Ever since Shinosuke’s rejection, she had become hypersensitive to the scent of his deodorant. Prickles travelled along her back every time she caught wind of it. She growled. Why? Why would the symptoms start for a weakling like him?
The question did nothing to help. If anything, the thought of Urashima made the symptoms worse. Her breath grew short as her pussy pulsed and throbbed in time with her heartbeat. In her mind’s eye, it was no longer Mr. Kashiwagi’s soft hands running up and down her thighs, but Urashima’s; Urashima’s questing fingers opening the lips of her sex and plunging deep inside; Urashima’s lips on her neck as his hands – more skilled than they had any right to be – drew orgasm after orgasm from her as she smothered her screams of pleasures in his hair.
She swooned against a tree, and with a gargantuan force of will, Motoko forced the image away and turned to see Kikuko taking shy steps toward her.
“Are you all right?” Kikuko asked.
“Quite well,” she lied, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Where are the others?”
Kikuko shrugged. “I wanted to see you alone today.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Kikuko fidgeted from one foot to the other. “I’ve been thinking about our last meeting. When…when he showed up.”
“Shinosuke?” Her heart constricted at the mere thought of him. “What about him?”
“Do…” Kikuko said nothing for a very long time. Whatever was bothering her seemed determined to go unsaid. “Do you…Do you love him, Ms. Motoko?”
Motoko gasped. How could she know? “He’s my brother-in-law.”
“That’s not the kind of love I mean,” Kikuko snapped. “I mean, do you love him as a man?”
“He’s my brother-in-law.”
Kikuko’s expression turned desperate. “That doesn’t matter. I need to hear you say that you’re not in love with him.”
Motoko looked away. “Why should you care?”
“Then it’s true?” Kikuko looked close to tears. “Or is it that manager of yours?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Why are you bothering me with this?”
Kikuko was coming closer. “Don’t do it, Ms. Motoko. Don’t give yourself over to men, please?”
“What has-” Motoko was cut off as Kikuko stood on her toes to kiss her. She pulled away to stare up at Motoko with tears running down her cheeks.
“Ever since he left, I’ve never been able to trust my heart with anyone. All men were repellent to me. Then you came. My heart leapt from the first moment.” She smiled. “I thought it was just admiration, but now I know it was love. I love you so much, Ms. Motoko!”
Motoko’s world froze and contracted. A woman, her friend, had kissed her, was telling her she loved her. No, this was all wrong. Kikuko was her friend. Friends didn’t, couldn’t…Before she knew it she was running away. Kikuko called after her, but it was beyond her hearing. It was all wrong, everything was going insane. Her best friend had kissed her, her true love was in her sister’s arms, and the symptoms were just getting worse. She ran and ran until she was out of breath, collapsing against a maple tree, sucking in air. A bellowing scream echoed up from her heart and out into the night. How? How was she supposed to live like this? She couldn’t live like this, no one could, not alone. Not anymore.
She ran for home. It was the only place she could think of that would provide any sort of solace. Naru, Kitsune, even Urashima would be a welcome distraction from the pain that gripped her heart. She would risk anything now, even being overwhelmed by the symptoms to escape the pain that now gripped her heart. She ran up the steps to the house and through the front door. Not knowing what else to do, she made for the stairs and headed for the third floor. Naru, Naru would help her somehow. After all, they had trusted her with Shinobu’s troubles. Surely, after all that, she could trust Naru with hers. But when she opened the door, Naru’s room was dark and empty.
Sinking to her knees, Motoko felt tears prick at her eyes at the thought of enduring alone, yet again. As she came to the floor, however, she heard a sound waft up from beneath it. It sounded like a groan and it sounded like Naru. Her eyes travelled to the board underneath the Lido doll in the centre of Naru’s floor. Another groan wafted through it and Motoko crawled over to slide the trapdoor open. She looked down through the hole and clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping.
Naru was lying on top of Kitsune, both with their legs spread wide as Keitaro knelt and thrust against them: first into Naru’s waiting pussy and then into Kitsune’s in turn. Naru was screaming into Kitsune’s neck, while the fox’s face was contorted into something that looked close to pure bliss.
“Oh, keep…keep going!” she cried out. “Don’t stop!”
Keitaro chuckled through his panting exertion. “Greedy girl,” he said, pulling out of her to plunge hard enough into Naru to make her howl. “Aren’t you?”
“Oh yes!” Kitsune almost sounded overjoyed at the accusation. “My greedy little pussy needs your fat cock so bad. Don’t you love fucking this greedy little girl?”
“Don’t listen to her,” Naru told him. “She’s just trying to cheat.”
“But I’m so close,” Kitsune whined.
Above them all, Motoko watched enthralled. Urashima was the lecher she had always feared him to be; and Naru and Kitsune had been made whores to his urges. She had to stop this, she thought as she watched him rut like a wild animal; but she couldn’t move. Her legs felt paralysed beneath her and her skin tingled with a pleasure so strong that she shuddered if she so much touched herself. Meanwhile, her hands had acquired a life of their own as one worked to unbutton her uniform blouse and the other reached under her skirt to push her panties aside. Her arousal as cascading down her thighs as her thumb and forefinger began to work her clit in time with Urashima’s thrusting.
Drool was forming at the corner of her mouth as she stared at his cock, the first cock she had ever seen. She marvelled as his long hard length disappeared inside both of her friends, and drank in the sounds they made. She bit her lips to keep silent as her first orgasm exploded throughout her body. She fell onto her back as electricity spread from her pussy to every inch of her. Not wanting to miss a second, she rolled over to peer over the edge, bracing herself up with one arm even as her free hand thrust into her dripping snatch in search of a second climax.
Below, Naru screeched as if her skin were on fire, and Keitaro thrust deep into her with a gasp of his own. Motoko drove her fingers deep inside herself and bit down on her uniform blazer as she coasted through a second orgasm.
This is so wonderful, she thought, head coming to rest on the crook of her arm. If only I could stay here.
Fantasing about Shinosuke couldn’t compare with the pleasure of seeing that act of which she had dreamed for so long right in front of her. The illicit nature of her knowledge only made it better. So carried away was she by the pleasure of it all that, for the first time in her life, it never occurred to her that what she was doing might be wrong; that she was engaged in the very voyeurism of which she had accused Urashima; that she was giving into the symptoms and might be surrendering to the insanity that the family chronicles spoke of.
As she wiped the perspiration from her brow, she thought, If this is sickness, I never want to be well again.
Gradually, she withdrew from the pleasure of the far away pink colour haze that held her in sway, and realised that the others were speaking again.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Keitaro said, wiping himself off with a tissue, “I’d say you were using sex to control me.”
Kitsune giggled. “You have such a suspicious mind.” She rolled over to smirk at him. “Why, is it working?”
This was too much for Naru, lying on her back, as she burst out laughing.
“It’s not that funny,” Keitaro said, rolling his eyes and he came back to lie down between them.
Naru shook her head as she rolled over to embrace him as Kitsune did the same. “I was just thinking that if that’s the plan, we’d better be careful. We’re training you so well that you might be able to outlast us soon. Of course, after that time after Kentaro’s party, I’m less surprised that we could go most of the morning and the afternoon after that.
Motoko’s ears perked up as her almost sated pussy gave one latent pulse. All day? Did they really just say that?
Keitaro snorted. “Well, you two have really whipped me into shape over the last several months,” he said, kissing them both on the head. “Though after this one, my muscles are going to ache for like a week.” He swatted Kitsune on the shoulder. “Though, not like you, I imagine. I had no idea you could bend that way.”
“Neither did I,” Kitsune replied, making them all laugh. “I guess you always bring out the best in me.” She frowned. “Baby, you’re bleeding.”
“Am I?” He followed her gaze to a small rivulet coming from the side of his back. He sat up and Naru hissed.
“Jesus.” She inspected the long red scratches that raked across his back. “Which one of us did that to you?”
“I think the scratches are Kitsune’s,” he said, scratching his head. “But these” – he pointed to bruises on his shoulders – “are definitely Naru’s. From when you pushed me onto the futon the first time.”
“I guess sex is a contact sport with us,” Kitsune said with a rueful shake of the head.
“Especially where you’re concerned,” Naru replied with a glare. She pointed to a fresh bite mark on her shoulder. “Next time you have to pick between screaming and biting down, please, please, pick the first one. Pain isn’t really a turn on when I’m not the one with the dick in me.”
Kitsune looked at the floor. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“I’m not going to be able to wear tanktops for over a week.”
“What about you?” Kitsune asked, irritation rising. “Weren’t you the one who nearly dislocated my shoulder three hours ago because of some stupid ‘trick’ she’d read in a women’s magazine?”
Naru giggled. “I confess it: twas I.”
Keitaro slapped his knee. “Settled then. You’re both ravenous.” He got up. “We’d better get dressed. The girls will be home soon.”
With twin sighs, the girls reached forlornly for their shirts.
“And better open a window,” Naru said. “It reeks of sex in here.”
Keitaro sniffed himself. “So do we. Better have a soak before the girls get back.”
“Maybe we could join you in that tub of yours,” Kitsune replied a smouldering smile.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Naru replied, cuffing her on the head.
“Just kidding.” Kitsune slid on her shirt. “I’m headed to the hot spring.” She paused in the doorway. “You know, it’s really great, now that cram school isn’t an issue, to just spend the day while the girls are at school.”
“You really are insatiable,” Naru replied, zipping up her skirt.
Kitsune shook her head. “I don’t just mean the sex. I mean that now that we’ve got some time to ourselves, we don’t have to sneak around as much. We can just kind of…” She sighed. “You ever wonder what it would be like if it were just us here?”
Keitaro smiled, walked over and gave her a kiss. “It’s on my mind too. Now, hurry. They’ll be home any minute and I don’t want to explain that smell on pain of samurai sword.”
The samurai attached to said sword was just sliding the trapdoor back into place. The symptoms once again at bay, intellect returned to take control of the body’s roaring impulses. She rebuttoned her shirt, adjusted her underwear, and walked out of her best friend’s room as if nothing had happened. Not a trace of her presence had been left or would be found in that room. The only remanents of the encounter remained in her head and they haunted through the hallway and to the dark of her room. She sat down in that darkness, determined to sort out it all out. Naru and Kitsune, together with him; and, what was more, loving every second of it. She sought to connect the insatiable creature she had seen with the admittedly well-intentioned dullard she thought she had known. Mystifying, yes; but on the other hand it was as if a lantern had suddenly been shone in some dark, previously unexplored part of her mind. Naru and Kitsune’s enthusiasm for the man made so much sense now, she realised, recalling how they had fought her for his right to stay in the house. Had they been…like that, even then?
Moreover, her very image of the man himself had begun to shift. For so long, she had thought of no man as desireable, save Shinosuke. No one else was strong enough or trustworthy enough for her to consider anything more than casual connection with.
But Keitaro was trustworthy. He had helped her that day on the train, even if she hadn’t really needed it. He was intelligent enough, against all odds, to make it into Tokyo University. He did not seek to control her, and while it was clear that he had sought to deceive her, it was clear by now that he was by no means the only party to it. He was kind, if a little cowardly on occasion. The more she thought of him, the more she realised he had gained her approval without realising it. Could he be the one to save her from his pains?
She gasped as she thought of him, of his body on top of her; of that delicious length sliding deep inside her. She felt a familiar tingle and reached under her skirt to satisfy it. A plan began to form in her fevered mind; and the more she turned it over and over, the more she liked it. He might have had what it took to satisfy the likes of Naru and Kitsune, but it took a special something to satisfy the Aoyama libido; and she looked forward to putting him to the test over and over.
Keitaro was going over management accounts when he heard the knocking from his ceiling. “Come in,” he called, with a smile, “I’m decent.”
“Aw!” Naru stuck her head through the overhead hole. “And here I was hoping to catch you getting dressed.”
“No such luck. Need help getting down?”
She flashed him a grateful smile. “Why thank you, kind sir.” He held out his arm and caught as she dropped through the hole. She was wearing a midnight blue V-necked cocktail dress and thigh high garters.
“You look good enough to eat,” he said, running an appreciative hand over the silken material.
She let out a happy hum and inhaled the smell of his cologne. “What are you doing?”
“Just checking the books.”
“Ah, and are we solvent?”
“Just fine, in fact. Did you need something? Or were you just making sure I was getting ready for tonight?”
Naru flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Needed to see Kitsune more than anything, but there is something that you can help me with.” She turned around and indicated her open zipper.
“With pleasure.” He ran a shameless hand over her creamy expanse of bare back before coming to settle on the zipper and pulling it up. “There, all done.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “That’s not what you’re wearing, is it?”
Keitaro looked down at his polo shirt and rumpled khakis. “No, of course not. I do own a blazer, you know.”
She gave him an apologetic smile. “Just wanted to be sure.”
“Are you saying I don’t know how to dress?”
She left the room without looking back. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Repartee imparted, she crossed the hall to knock on Kitsune’s door, and entered when bade.
Kitsune was standing before her closet, styling her hair before a beauty mirror. The room was filled with the scent of perfume and hair gel, and her shoulderless black dress clung to her like a second skin. “What’s up?” she asked, not looking away from her task.
“Came to get those heels you borrowed from me.”
“The black ones?”
“No, the blue. It was you who took my black pumps? They were my favourite pair.”
“Calm down. You can have them both back.” Kitsune put the finishing touches on her hair and bent down to retrieve the shoes. “Nervous?”
Naru nodded, taking the shoes. “A little. I still don’t see why I have to come.”
“Because” – Kitsune retrieved a clutch from the back of her closet – “if I made the approach on my own, I might scare them away. If they think this is just a double date, then we can ease them into it.”
“Still” – Naru felt obligated to at least make a token complaint – “this is your fantasy. I don’t see why I should play my part in luring your prey, and then sit by while you have all the fun.”
Kitsune slipped on her shoes and gave her friend a saucy smile. “That’s simple. Because a small part of you has always liked to watch.” She leaned in to kiss her friend on the cheek. “Besides, who’s to say what happens once the first round is over?”
“Damn you.”
“Anyway, how do I look?” Kitsune gave a twirl.
“Fuckable. Me?”
“Like a woman on a platter.”
With that, they went back to Keitaro’s room to collect him. He had changed into the charcoal blazer that he’d gotten for high school graduation and the navy shirt that Kitsune had made him buy. With a woman on each arm, he left the house, and they boarded the train to the Tokyo-Hinata station. Haitani was standing at the platform waiting for them.
At the sight of him, Kitsune skipped across the platform. “Hey, you!” she said, giving him a kiss. Keitaro looked at his feet. Despite all attempts to prepare, it was still troubling to see his best friend being kissed by a woman he had, was still sleeping with. Naru gave his hand a squeeze.
Kitsune took the lead, and soon they were at the door of the same jazz bar where she had taken Keitaro. Keitaro thought about that night many months ago, and forgot to be annoyed at how Kitsune was draped against Haitani. They settled into a horseshoe shaped booth together – Kitsune between Keitaro and Haitani, and Naru beside Keitaro – and ordered a round of drinks. The drinks flowed and – as he chatted, laughed and drank – Keitaro began to forget his misgivings. The band was playing Coltrane’s Blue Train, and he found himself swaying to it along with the rest of the table.
“Where did you find this place?” Naru asked.
“Had to write a review of it for a magazine I freelance for,” Kitsune replied.
“I love it here.”
“I know, right? The music’s great and the booths allow for so much privacy.”
Keitaro froze as he felt Kitsune’s hand reach down to caress his inner thigh.
“Not everyone likes jazz,” Kitsune continued as she ran her hand up and down his leg, “but I love it. The rhythm just does funny things to me.” He swallowed a gasp as she cupped his cock. On the other side of her, Haitani coughed. Keitaro snuck a quick glance at his friend and saw a frozen look on his face. So that was her game. Keitaro was just beginning to devise an appropriate revenge when he felt a hand on his opposite thigh.
Naru leaned in to whisper, “You’re so tense. You should learn to go with the flow a little more.” One of the hands began to unzip his fly. Across the way, Haitani gave a startled cry.
Onstage, the band began a new song.
“Go with the flow, huh?”
“Uh huh.” Naru leaned in to nuzzle his neck.
“Like this?” In a flash his hand was under Naru’s dress. He slid her panties out of the way to find her soaking and ready as he traced teasing patterns around her lips.
“Exactly,” Naru sighed, kissing his neck. The button of his pants came loose and both ands scrambled over each other to free his cock from his boxers.
On the other side, Keitaro reached down to discover Haitani’s hand already hard at work. Kitsune’s smile had turned loopy as Haitani pumped three fingers in and out of her. Keitaro reached overtop and began rolling her clit between his thumb and finger.
Kitsune’s head lolled against Haitani and she mumbled something that sounded like “yummy”, while Naru began thrusting her hips against Keitaro’s hand, seeking something deeper. He obliged, and ground his palm against her clit as he thrust two fingers as deep as they would go.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Naru traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. The hand stroking his cock sped up while the other moved to cup his balls. “We’ll make a wild man of you yet, Kei. Do you like that? Finger fucking me in front of everybody?”
In answer, Keitaro sped up, wriggling his fingers, stretching her tight pussy even as it clenched around him, drawing him deeper. Her free hand gripped him by the collar, and her strokes became jerky as she gasped into his ear: shuddering, whimpering sighs that filled him with a pleasure that spread out from his ear and filled him to his deepest parts. He glanced over and saw Haitani sitting straight as a board – untold amounts of strain radiating from the bore of his eyes and the set of his jaw – as Kitsune burned kisses into his neck and whispered something to him. She was trembling against him, practically seizing as she thrust up against their hands and continued jerking them both with unsteady strokes until she couldn’t handle it anymore: screaming into her hands, she flopped down against the table, gulping air. Naru sighed and, taking hold of Keitaro’s wrist, brought his hand to her mouth, and held his eyes the entire time she licked his fingers clean. In a flurry of movement, Keitaro felt his pants being refastened. Feeling ridden hard and put away wet, he glared at Kitsune, who smiled and told him the best was yet to come. The set ended a moment later and they made their way out, Kitsune leading the way.
“Is this what I think it is?” Haitani asked Keitaro as they walked.
“Yes,” said Kitsune, overhearing. She wrapped her arms around Haitani’s and dragged him along.
“Jealous?” Naru asked, wrapping an arm around her lover.
Keitaro nodded. “I guess. I’m still not used to this sort of thing.”
“If it makes you feel any better,” she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I haven’t always been keen on sharing you either.”
That gave him pause. In a way it made him happy to know that Naru felt possessive of him enough to want him to herself; and yet she had been content to share him with Kitsune, and had encouraged his night with Natsume and Mutsumi. It made him think of how it might make him feel if Naru ever made good on her declaration and told him she was interested in another man. That Kitsune wanted other men was bothersome; but given the wildness she’d shown from the start, it was less shocking or hurtful than when he imagined Naru in the same place. He wasn’t sure how he’d react when the time came.
“It’s not too late,” he said, holding her tight. “We could sneak off, take the train to the middle of nowhere and make love until the sun comes up.”
“Tempting.” She nuzzled his neck. “But it’s Kitsune’s special day, so might as well go along.”
“Special day?”
She blinked. “She didn’t tell you it was her birthday? Guess she didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
Kitsune led them to a love hotel and they checked in. The room was on the ground floor, which saved them the awkward wait of an elevator ride. They shuffled together down the hallway. Kitsune mewled as Haitani reached under her shirt to massage her breast. She reached down to stroke his cock through his jeans, as she leaned to whisper in his ear in increasingly obscene detail about how many times and ways she was going to make him come. Naru already had her hand down Keitaro’s pants, picking up where they had left off in the bar, while Keitaro kissed her neck and ground his palm against her panties, sparing a thought to thank God they were alone in the hallway. Kitsune, humming Happy Birthday, disengaged from Haitani long enough to unlock the door and nudge it open as she pulled Haitani in with her. Inside, Keitaro shut the door and pinned Naru against it, reaching for her zipper.
“Patience,” she whispered, taking control of his hand and guiding him to the king size bed, where Kitsune was unzipping Haitani’s pants. She jerked down his shorts and hummed happily as his cock sprang free. Keitaro and Haitani had never – had hoped to never – see each other naked; but they were too far gone to feel awkward as Naru shoved Keitaro onto the bed and jerked off his pants. Naru unzipped her dress and let it fall while Kitsune shimmied out of hers. Naked except for their stockings, they knelt down, smiling at their prey.
Naru kissed Keitaro’s cock, and then patted Kitsune on the shoulder. “Happy Birthday,” she said, getting up.
Kitsune licked her lips, lazily jerking them both off. “Time to blow out my candles.”
With a wanton gleam in her eyes, she swirled her tongue around Haitani’s tip and then dragged it on a slow path up and down his shaft, while she sped up her strokes. Keitaro groaned as she ran her hand up one side of his cock and then down the other and back again, while she bobbed up and down, taking deeper mouthfuls of Haitani’s shaft. On the couch, Naru was reclining against the arm, pinching her nipples as she watched Kitsune inhale Haitani’s cock all the way to the base and massage Keitaro’s balls.
You’d have a better view if you went over and sat on his face, she thought. But this was her gift to Kitsune. She’d wait.
Haitani’s eyes rolled as he felt his cock make contact with the back of Kitsune’s throat. She released him with a moan and turned her attention to Keitaro’s quivering shaft. She sucked her way down, stopping just beyond the head, and then sucked harder as she continued the rest of the way. Keitaro fought to keep from thrusting as she rasped her tongue around his shaft, even as she took him ever deeper. She withdrew and blew on his cock, giggling as he writhed against the cool air.
“You boys like that?” she asked, stroking them in perfect unison before leaning down to lick them in turn. “Two nice hard dicks all for me! I’ve been so wet since we left the bar, you have no idea.” She turned to smile at her friend. “Enjoying the show, Naru?”
Naru had delegated tasks, as one hand pinched and teased her nipples and the other did the same to her clit. Her thighs seemed to be gleaming with moisture. Her eyes never blinked once, riveted to the sight before her. “Suck his balls for him, Kitsu. You know how much he loves it.”
“Good idea.” Kitsune turned back to the boys panting before her. “Let’s get that first easy load out of the way, huh?” Licking her palms, she doubled her stroke as she leaned down to flick Keitaro’s sack with her tongue. Prickles travelled from Keitaro’s groin and up his back as she sucked his balls into her mouth and jerked him off without looking. The loss of sight was no impairment as she stroked Haitani with the same steady rhythm. Haitani took a shuddering gulp of air and the first gout of come splashed warm against his stomach. In an instant, Kitsune was up, sucking at the throbbing, spurting head, swallowing every last drop before coming back up to smile and lick her lips. She fixed Keitaro with a smirk.
“You’re next.” Moaning, she lowered her mouth to Keitaro’s cock. “Come on, baby,” she told him between sucking. “Come for me. I want to taste you.” Her voice turned desperate, pleading, despite the sizzling glint in her eye. “Come. Please? Please come?” She sucked him hard all the way to the base and he came, groaning into his shoulder, filling her mouth.
Swallowing, she leapt up and grinned down at the dazed boys before her. “Get ready, baby. Cause it’s my turn.”
Nodding, the two men got up on unsteady legs and, seeming to move by unspoken agreement, led Kitsune by the arm to lay her on the bed. Haitani shuffled along the bed to lean down and kiss circles around her breast while Keitaro knelt down to nudge her legs apart. Cooing, Kitsune obliged only to gasp when he kissed her clit and brushed a finger along her lips.
“You weren’t kidding,” he said, holding up his damp finger. “I bet you could come just from being touched.” Testing the theory, he flicked the tip of his finger against her clit. Kitsune yelped as her hips rose off the bed. Her hand, which had been resting on Haitani’s head, gripped at his hair, pressing him hard against her nipple. He grazed the nipple with his teeth and reached over to pinch and tug on the other.
Kitsune let out a warbling moan as the two men worshiped her body. It was just as good as she’d dreamed, she thought as Keitaro abandoned teasing and thrust three fingers inside her, wriggling around to stretch and stroke her walls. Haitani let go of her nipple and massaged her just like she’d taught him.
Her pussy tightened and clutched at Keitaro’s fingers, covering them in a fresh coat of lubrication. If she got any wetter, she’d soak the sheets. Swallowing, she reached over to clutch Haitani’s newly hardened cock and tapped Keitaro’s head with the other hand. They looked at her, saw her eyes and moved together. Still pinching Kitsune’s nipples, Haitani shifted until his shaft was brushing against her lips. She ran her tongue up to the head and took him in again. She was so wet that Keitaro’s cock slid inside her like a needle through warm butter. Across the way, Naru squealed into her fist as her first orgasm exploded and sent jagged waves of pleasure through every part of her. Kitsune had been sure to lie down so every bit of the action was on display.
Not even waiting for the first orgasm to subside, Naru attacked her clit, grinding it under her palm as she thrust her fingers – a poor substitute for Keitaro’s cock, now – as far as she could reach; while she watched her friend swallow one lover’s cock with greedy abandon, moaning around the hard shaft, eyes ablaze with euphoria as she spread her legs wide to the welcome intrusion of another. Her hips shot off the bed as she came. Losing her hold on Haitani she screamed as her eyes rolled back, her skin luminous with sweat as she contracted, shuddering and shivering at every touch. Haitani and Keitaro ran their hands over her quivering flesh, listening to her hiss and writhe if they so much as grazed her with their fingers.
She gave a forlorn whine as they both slipped from her grasp and switched places by unspoken agreement. As Haitani brushes the pulsing head of his cock against her clit, her smile widened to an effervescent grin, reached for Keitaro’s cock with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other.
“Such good boys.” She licked Keitaro’s cock, moaning at the taste of herself on him, and ran her ravenous tongue over every inch of his shaft. Haitani slipped into her and she hissed as her pussy gave way to the newcomer’s shape. She caught his eye. “Show me what kind of man you are.”
Haitani gave her a smile only she could understand and withdrew only to slam home again hard enough to make her scream. Keitaro felt a pang at the two’s split second intimacy, but it vanished as Kitsune inhaled him all the down to his root. He gasped as he felt his head brush the back of her throat even as she lashed her tongue around the shaft, bathing it in sudden blasts of wet warmth. Without realising it, he reached down to grasp her blonde bob, threading her hair between his fingers, only just fighting to keep from fucking her throat.
He felt a pair of lips against his shoulder and he his head to see Naru beside him. She brushed a hand over his shoulder as she gave him a sizzling smile and knelt down beside Kitsune. He felt his throat go dry as she brushed her brunette locks over her ear, still pinning him with fiery eyes as she leaned towards Kitsune’s ear. Feeling the brush of Naru’s lips against her ear, Kitsune released her hold on Keitaro’s cock and jerked him off with her hand as she craned her neck while Naru whispered to her.
The fox girl’s breathing started to quicken, grow ragged, as Naru kept going. Her stroking became erratic and diminished to nothing. Keitaro hardly noticed as he watched Kitsune’s chest heaved with a growing and all-consuming passion as her eyes dilated and her world contracted to the pleasure of Haitani’s fucking and Naru’s words. Her gasps changed to needy moans as she began to writhe. Naru’s whispering only increased in intensity as Kitsune thrust and undulated against Haitani’s cock. She reached down to rub her clit and screamed against her lips. Keitaro felt his throat go dry as he saw her fingers shimmer in the lamplight with the dampness that ran down her thighs, spattered against her hips, and coated Haitani’s cock like hot oil. Haitani dipped in and out of her at an astonishing speed. His face twisted in an almost painful grimace as he slammed home. The air was thick with the scent of Kitsune’s arousal, dripping as she was. For a second, Keitaro felt adrift, as if the show had gone on without him, and then it all changed.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Naru’s voice sounded like a clap of thunder, her words thick with her own need.
Kitsune mewled something.
“You want it so badly, don’t you?”
Whatever else Naru had said, the effect was incredible. Kitsune’s hips leapt of the bed as she thrashed about. She turned her gaze to Keitaro, her wide, unfocussed eyes flickering between his face and his cock, looking like she wanted to devour both.
“Tell them how much you want it, then.”
Words seemed beyond Kitsune. She seemed to have forgotten what they were as her mouth worked in silent pleadings suffocated by her gasping moans.
“Go on,” Naru’s voice grew demanding, “Tell them how much you want it.”
Haitani made a strangled sound as the fox girl’s snatch gripped him even tighter, even she seemed to shake her head.
“Tell them.” Kitsune shook her head, but Naru kept at it. “Tell them; tell them; tell them what you want. What does the bad little slut want more than anything?”
Kitsune wailed as she ground her clit with her thumb. Her lips worked until the sound was forced from them. The words were so choked it was like they were in another language. “Oh, Jesus, I want to come so bad!”
Not the answer Naru had been looking for. A split second of frustration flickered underneath the passion. “How do you want to come? Tell them what you want them to do. Look at you; you’re practically soaking the sheets. You look like you could come just from being touched. Tell them. Tell them what a dirty girl they’re fucking.”
“I want…No…” Kitsune turned away, her eyes pinned to the crook of her shoulder.
“What?” Naru sounded almost as desperate as Kitsune herself.
Kitsune covered her hands with her face. “Spank me. I want them to fucking spank me!”
Keitaro marvelled at the girl beneath her. After all they had done, all that he suspected that she and Haitani had done; this one request – the first time she had asked rather than taken – had left her scarlet with shame.
Naru kissed her on the forehead and grinned up at the two men. “You heard her. The bad girl wants to be punished.” She pushed Kitsune’s side and the fox girl rolled over on shaky arms and legs. Haitani slid his cock bad inside and she groaned as his cock struck her g-spot. Keitaro could feel her panting breath bathe his rock hard cock.
Naru ran a hand over her friend’s back. “Go on, suck him. Good girls always take care of their men, don’t they?” Kitsune nodded, thrusting back against Haitani’s cock. “Then suck his dick until he comes so hard he blacks out.”
Keitaro almost screamed as she attacked his dick with a ravenous hunger that more than equaled their first encounter. Without using her hands, she slid back and forth, alternating as she slammed her ass against Haitani’s hips and returned to deep throat Keitaro’s cock.
Naru gave a pleased hum. “Good. We’ll make a good girl out of you yet. But first” – she turned to Haitani – “punish her.”
Haitani nodded, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he held his hand over her firm ass.
“Go on,” Naru told him, and he gave her a barely audible love tap. She shook her head. “How is she supposed to learn if you won’t do it properly? Make her feel it.” She brought cupped her hand so as not to hurt her and gave the fox girl a resounding swat. Kitsune moaned even as she kept sucking on Keitaro.
Haitani’s gaze darted between Naru and his own hand. Mirroring what he had seen, he smacked Kitsune. The slap echoed in the small room. Kitsune squealed.
“There you go.” Naru turned to Keitaro. “Now you. Go on, you can reach.”
Kitsune’s questing tongue had left Keitaro feeling rather flimsy, but he obeyed and reached over to slap Kitsune on the ass. The firm cheek hardly even rippled under the blow. Kitsune somehow managed to keep sucking him even as she made a sound that could only be encouragement.
“Again,” Naru ordered and he obeyed. Both men took turns, slapping one cheek and then the other. The air was thick with the musk of sweat and sex as Kitsune keened and grew wetter with each blow. She reached beneath herself pinch her throbbing clit.
Naru looked like she could come just from watching as she knelt down again. “Look at you. You’re such a naughty slut, you even enjoy being punished. Are you going to come?”
“Oh yes!”
“Good.” Naru smirked and looked to Keitaro. “Give it to her.”
Keitaro brought his hand down with a resounding whack. White hot pleasure exploded from Kitsune’s pussy to the farthest reaches of her body. Her arms gave way as she screamed.
“Sweet Jesus.” Haitani’s eyes grew wide as the fox girl became tight enough to trap him inside her. Convulsions of pleasure wracked every inch of her body with shivering as she wailed into the mattress, growing ever damper, as she came harder than she ever had in her life. The tightness was too much for Haitani. His eyes rolled as he came, and fell down upon the bed, shivering. He slipped out of Kitsune as she contracted into a shaking ball, mewling like a kitten.
“Hey…” Keitaro reached down to touch her shoulder, but whatever he might of said left him as she whimpered and pulled away as if his hand were on fire, contracting further into herself.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Naru. Her eyes were wild and her hair plastered to her forehead. Her nipples were rock hard and her thighs shone with her arousal, even now dripping down her legs.
“She’ll be fine.” Naru’s voice was thick and unsteady. “But after that, if you’re not in me in the next thirty seconds I think I’ll go out of my mind.”
Keitaro took her in his arms, kissed her, and reached down to rub her throbbing clit. “What did you say to her?”
“I’ll never tell,” she said, giving him a heated smile. “I’ve just known her long enough to know what gets her going.” She pulled his arm, intent on taking him towards the bathroom. “Besides, if I hadn’t done something she’d have just ridden the two of you all night, leaving me nothing but my fingers for company. Now come on.”
He took a few token steps. “It’s just that’s one hell of a trick.”
She spun on her heel and clung to him to grind her pussy against his throbbing cock. “She left the both of us high and dry, you know. Now we could stand here and go over Kitsune’s psyche with a pair of tweezers, or I could fuck you against the wall of the shower.” She started kissing his neck. “Now, which sounds more fun?”
They were under the shower spray in three seconds. Naru braced herself against the carved glass wall and groaned as she felt his cockhead tease her entrance. “Oh God, sometimes I love that we’re the same height.”
He slid into her without the slightest resistance and bent over her to kiss her neck. She gave a happy hum at the warm of him over top of her, mixed with the hot water, as he reached around to pinch her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. He tightened his embrace, hugging her to him even as he flicked her clit in time with his thrusts.
“Christ, that’s good.” She thrust her hips back to meet him. “This was all revenge against me, you know?”
“Huh?” Keitaro was a little too lost in his own pleasure and trying to keep his rhythm to listen fully.
“She hasn’t – Oh! – forgotten how you took care of me first that night in the hotel or the fact that I got to you first the night you arrived.” Her voice turned mocking. “‘You know you like to watch Naru’ – Oh my God, you’ve gotten so good at that. Yes, right there!”
“You know,” he said, parodying the matter of fact tone she had been using a few moments ago, “if you still have the brain power to be irritated at Kitsune, I must be doing something wrong.” Then he thrust as deep and hard as he could, grinding her clit with his thumb, and pinching her nipple all at once even as he leaned up to suckle her earlobe. Naru came with a woozy moan, grabbing the soap rack beside her for support. Then Keitaro came and the orgasm seemed to double in intensity as she felt his hot seed inside her. It was as if he hadn’t come in months as he came over and over: hot, thick, and never ending. She looked back and watched his face contort in the exquisite pleasure she had given him and felt as if her heart would burst. She lost her grip and slid down the shower wall with a warbling moan. Where had her feet gone to? It was like being drunk.
So nice, she thought. I could just go to sleep right here. She didn’t even notice when Keitaro moved away from her or that the shower spray had stopped until she felt him nudging her shoulder.
“You’ll get cold if you stay like that,” he said.
She stood up on wobbly legs, her brain still covered by a euphoric fog. He took a towel and reached to wipe her off, but she stopped him.
“You’re always being so nice to us. Let me be nice to you.”
She took the towel from him and ran it over his body, her eyes never once leaving his. He looked so serious, but she could still read the affection that lay behind the intensity of the gaze. If anything, it magnified it. Naru felt a flutter in her chest as she realised for the first time how it felt to know she was adored. She let the towel graze his stomach and then let it drop entirely, as she pulled her to him and kissed him. Not a kiss of passion designed to start things up again, but an adoring one meant to convey everything she felt for him, including those three words she had yet to say.
She withdrew with aching slowness and looked deep in his eyes, willing him to see what she couldn’t speak. It was on the tip of her tongue to say it, but instead she said, “I’ve never felt this way before.”
He smiled. “Me neither.”
She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and they held each other until track of time slipped away from the two so caught in the other’s embrace. Then, they looked over at the bathroom door, still ajar from their stumbling journey inside. Naru sauntered over and leaned in the doorway as Keitaro came from behind to wrap his arms around her waist. Kitsune and Haitani were asleep, with Kitsune’s head resting on Haitani’s stomach. She had a hold on one of his legs.
Naru giggled into her hand as her friend shuffled closer to the leg and mumbled something about keeping warm.
There was another long pause, and then she said, “She does adore, you know?”
“Hmm?”
“Mitsune,” Naru replied, not bothering to wonder why she had stopped using the nickname. “And I don’t just mean as a boy toy. Her eyes light up when you walk into the room.”
“Do they?” Keitaro was unable to keep uncertainty out of his voice.
“I know it’s hard sometimes,” she said, turning in his embrace to look at him. “But it isn’t that she cares any less about you.”
He shook his head. “That isn’t it. Perhaps I haven’t the right to complain, with all the other girls, but it’s hard, knowing that I’m not enough for either of you.”
“Don’t say that!” She grabbed him by the chin. “If you care about me at all, please don’t ever say that.” She buried her face in his neck. “It’s hard for me too, watching you with her sometimes, knowing how happy she makes you.”
“Then why go along with something like this?”
To his astonishment, she actually blushed. “Because,” she said after a long time, “watching the two of you…Your faces…It’s just so…” she shivered. “She cares so much about you and so do I, and we know how much you care about us. We’ve…” she struggled to find the words she was looking for. “We’re ‘us’. The three of us.” She stopped. Not knowing what else to say.
“I get it,” he said, patting her hip. Then with new hope in his voice, he said, “Maybe there’s a way we can have a bit of both. There’s something I’d really like to do with you. Not now, but another time.”
She smirked. “After all this, what’s left that I can possibly do for you?”
“You’ll see,” he said.
None of them had the money to stay the night, so they bid farewell to the love hotel and rode the train home together, so thoroughly sated that not even Kitsune made any mention of doing anything other than sleeping once home. Haitani promised to call Kitsune as they changed trains, and then it was just the three of them again.
“You really ought to give Haitani a try,” Kitsune told Naru, to Keitaro’s irritation. “He might not have Kei-baby’s endurance, but he’s a quick learner.”
Keitaro had a thing or two to say about that, but Naru saved him the trouble by shaking his head. “He might be your kind of guy, but we’ve never really gotten along. I hardly know the guy, much less know if I like him. I’m certainly not going to bed with him before I’ve figured that much out.”
Keitaro could have kissed her just then, but then Kitsune changed tracks.
“More for me, I suppose.” She kissed Keitaro on the neck. “You should be proud baby. I won’t be walking normally for a week. Maybe next time we should invite Kentaro along. Didn’t you and he used to be an item?”
Naru said nothing. Keitaro didn’t either. Trust her, he told himself. Trust what she said in the bathroom.
Then they arrived home and said good night to each other on the stairs.
“No offence, Baby,” Kitsune said. “It’s just you finally wore me out.”
Keitaro gave her a sleepy smile. Seiko Matsuda or Maggie Cheung could knock on his door for a night of passion and he’d probably have to tell them to come back another night. He kissed them both and stumbled down the hall to the Manager’s Room. He fumbled around for the light switch so he could find and unroll his futon. When the light came on, however, he was shocked to discover that someone else had done it for him; and that that someone else was already asleep on his futon. Wearing one of his shirts. And not much else by the look of it.
“I’m hallucinating,” he said to himself as he approached. “They finally screwed my brains out and I’m hallucinating.”
But it was no hallucination; that became clear as he came close enough to make out the milk white skin of the legs and the long coal black hair that lay spread about the pillow.
“Motoko?”
If someone had told Keitaro that the sun was made of cotton candy, he’d have had an easier time believing that than the notion that Motoko Aoyama would ever be sleeping on her futon. But there she was; the very picture of relaxed contentment as she snoozed. Her lips were even ever so slightly curled in a smile.
Keitaro knelt down to stare at her. While he was wondering just what the hell he should do to deal with the situation, she began to stir. He held his breath as she inhaled sharply and her eyes fluttered open to see him hovering over her. Any moment now, he was sure, her sword would materialise in her hand then it would be good night sweet ladies.
Instead she smiled at him. “You have returned,” she said with what almost sounded like tenderness.
“I, uh” – he pulled at his collar – “well, yeah.”
He shuffled back a respectful distance as she sat up.
“I had thought to wait up for you,” she said, rubbing her eyes and brushing her hair back, “but you took longer to arrive than expected. And I fell asleep.”
He scratched at his neck. “That’s nice, but I – how do I put it – what are you doing here?”
“Hmm? Oh, that’s right.” She gathered herself until she was kneeling, the quintessential portrait of Yamato Nadeshiko. Or at least she would have been if he hadn’t been able to see the valley of her breasts through the half unbuttoned shirt.
Definitely hallucinating. This can’t possibly be real.
“Welcome home, Urashima.” She bowed low. “I have warmed the futon for you. I am at your disposal.”
“Disposal? Motoko are you feeling all right?”
She straightened up, shocking him with a genuine smile of pleasure. “I am quite well, thank you for asking. From this moment on, I am at your disposal; mind, heart, and body.”
“Body?” Keitaro’s throat felt dry.
Her smile turned self-conscious. “Yes, I am yours for the evening. Do you wish to make love to me?”
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