Interruption to a Bath

Forseen Consequences

Dinner had become a chore. Well, maybe not a chore, but perhaps an affair. Or a diificulty. Maybe a challenge? Anyway, for Keitaro, that time in the evening when he ate in the company of the rest of the Inn, that time that used to be so enjoyable had become something to dread rather than to look forward to.

For one, dinner no longer featured one of the residents of the Inn, ever: Motoko. Ever since that day following his first big argument with Kanako, the day in which they came clean to everyone about their relationship, she had not joined them for dinner, as long as he or Kanako was there. In fact, despite protests from every other member of the inn, she hadn't even spoken to either of them.

The reason was pretty obvious, and Keitaro had predicted a reaction in this vein, although not quite so extreme. It made him feel bad; he and Motoko hadn't exactly started out on good terms, but he had felt that they were getting closer recently. Heck, she even trained with him after he came back from America.

Neither Keitaro nor Kanako usually had regular contact with Motoko anyway, but during dinner, when everyone was supposed to come together, her absence was certainly felt. And that's what caused for the awkwardness at every dinner, and that's what made these daily occasions so unpleasant for Keitaro.

On this particular day, Naru was missing as well, although for a much more innocuous reason: she was meeting classmates in order to work on a project. The latest semester at Tokyo University was already several weeks deep, and both she and Keitaro had plenty of work to do on most nights.

So, missing 2 members of the household, Shinobu, Kaolla, Mitsune, Keitaro, and Kanako shared a subdued meal. They had gotten accustomed to missing Motoko, but without the usually sociable Naru around, dinner was even quieter than usual.

After the members had dispersed after the meal, Keitaro decided to help Shinobu with the cleanup. He entered the kitchen to find her already in an apron and working at the sink. Without a word, he went up next to her and started washing some dishes, and without a word, Shinobu moved aside and began to coordinate the washing. After having lived together so long, communication was not necessary.

The two worked silently for a few minutes, until Keitaro started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Shinobu had always been a shy girl, but he had had the opportunity to see her grow socially and become more outgoing over the years. Even during dishwashing, it was rare for them to be quiet around each other so long. This seemed to be happening more and more often lately.

"Hey, thank you again for the dinner, Shinobu-chan. I've told you before, but your meals were the one thing I missed most when I was in America."

Unable to take any more, he broke the silence, even if he had to say something so typical and boring.

"Thank you, Urashima-senpai."

Shinobu forced a smile.

They continued to wash in silence for a bit.

"It must be tough, doing laundry and cooking for all of us every day. And high school is no joke, either."

"It's fine. I'm just happy to help everyone out."

"Well, aiming for Tokyo University requires a lot of hard work, as you know I know. If you ever feel like you need a break..."

"Kei-kun, are you in there?"

In the middle of his sentence, Kanako appeared from the doorway leading to the dining room. Shinobu jumped at her voice.

"Come on, Naru-san is back. Remember, we were supposed to study?"

"Wait, I'm in the middle of helping Shinobu-chan right now. Can you give me a few minutes?"

"Here, why don't I help as well? That way, you'll be done faster."

She walked up next to Keitaro and brought her arms to the sink.

"N-no, Kanako-san, don't..."

Shinobu stopped talking when the other two stared questioningly at her refusal of aid.

"I mean, Urashima-senpai, I just remembered that I have a lot of homework tonight! Would you two mind finishing up here?"

"No, not at all. As I said, if at any time, you-"

"Thank you!"

Without letting him finish, Shinobu quickly walked out of the kitchen. Keitaro and Kanako finished the dishes together.

***

On their way down the second floor hall to Keitaro's room, they ran into Mitsune, heading somewhere, presumably to the bathroom, from her room. This type of stuff obviously happened a lot among people who lived together, and Keitaro was about to let her go with a simple hello, when he caught a whiff of her breath.

"Oh, geez, Kitsune, you're drunk already? It's been less than half an hour since dinner! And it's a weekday!"

"Hey! Don't judge me! At least I'm not boinking my little sister."

After her slurred speech, she broke out laughing, a little too wildly. Then when she noticed that neither of her companions was smiling, and in fact, they were looking rather uncomfortable, she tried to make amends.

"Hey now, don't you guys know how to tell when someone's joking? Seriously, when I'm like this, you shouldn't listen to a word I say! I don't even have a sister."

Keitaro tried to smile, although it came out weak. At least, that's what he thought, since he couldn't see his own face.

"Anyway, I have to take a piss. Try to keep it down if you're going to do... well, you know."

And with a wink, she was gone, before either of them could reply. Keitaro and Kanako just looked at each other with bored faces for a few seconds before finishing their trip to Keitaro's room.

This hadn't been the first time Mitsune had made such jokes. In fact, it wasn't even the second, third, fifth, or twentieth. It seemed to Keitaro that, for the past few weeks, every time he saw her, she would crack some variation of that same joke. To be honest, she was starting to get on his nerves; and he had put up with all her shenanigans pretty well up to now. But all attempts at talking to her seriously about this one subject had been deflected with humor.

"Oh hey, there you are. I hope you don't mind that I came in first."

Naru was already in his room, sitting at the square table with her books out and her glasses on. Seeing her here like this, Keitaro couldn't help but smile.

This 3-way study session had become somewhat of a tradition for them, ever since the semester had started. Of course, none of them took the same courses - in fact, Kanako didn't even go to school - but each had a good reason to be there.

Keitaro, in his first real semester of school since high school those many years ago, was not having an easy time readjusting, and he needed the guidance and help his now "senpai" Naru could give him. Kanako had decided to get into Tokyo University, and studying with these two, who had both struggled for multiple years to get in, and had done it successfully, was an excellent method of preparing. And Naru, of course, was there to teach them, having already gone to the university for a year. But more importantly, if she wasn't there, Keitaro and Kanako would fail at getting any studying done.

These study sessions, reminiscent of those Keitaro used to have with Naru and Mutsumi, had become a sort of "return to normalcy" for Keitaro, whose life had changed quite a bit in just over a month. And it was all possible thanks to Naru.

Unlike pretty much everyone else, Naru had been fully supportive of them from the moment she learned. She was the first to congratulate them on that day, and she had done so without her smile faltering even a little bit. Somehow, she made them feel safe and at ease when with her, lacking completely the awkwardness that seemed to hang in the air when with almost anyone else. It was this way with just her and Kaolla.

And she was their biggest defender, as well. If Mitsune ever went overboard with her remarks, Naru reprimanded her. When Motoko stopped talking to them, Naru was the one who most tried to convince her otherwise. Her support for them was so full and obvious that even Kanako admitted to him that she was starting to like her. Although, truth be told, she still felt a little competitive and defensive when around her, knowing her past with Keitaro.

Yes, Keitaro realized that life would be a lot darker for him right now if he didn't have Naru's friendship to depend on. And that was why he couldn't help but smiling when he saw her again, waiting for him dutifuly at their study table.

The study session was unremarkable. As usual, Naru had to keep explaining things to Keitaro, and as usual, Kanako breezed through her studies with almost no outside help. If there was one thing Keitaro didn't like about these sessions, it was that they made him feel like an idiot. Oh well. At least that meant that he was learning.

At about nine o'clock, they disbanded. The girls both left Keitaro's room through the door - Kanako would've liked to stay, but it was a weeknight, and Keitaro still had some work to do on his own.

Plus, it was about this time that another near-daily ritual was to take place.

Naru was gone for only a few minutes before she returned, this time through the hole in his ceiling.

"Hey."

"Hey."

They exchanged greetings nonchalantly.

Naru grabbed a cushion and leaned comfortably on it, while Keitaro sat at his desk.

"So, what's up? How's your project coming along?"

"Well... It's fine, but... So and so... And this and that..."

It really was quite odd to him. For those couple of years, Keitaro had been fighting to become Naru's boyfriend. But now that he had stopped trying to get closer to her, they had become closer than ever.

It had started innocuously enough, a friendly discussion for a few minutes about something or other after one of their study sessions when the semester first began. Without trying, it had become a habit. And before he knew it, the two were telling each other about their days for hours, like a pair of old girlfriends. Or like to a therapist.

And to be sure, therapy was something he could use, now that he had his first ever girlfriend. Who was also his sister. These times with Naru provided him with a safe place, where he felt that he could complain and discuss about anything and anyone, and especially Kanako.

After all, Kanako was... an interesing girl. She was nice, she was loving, she was fun, exciting. Maybe a bit too much of the last two. Unpredictable was probably a good word. And as much as he loved her, as much as he loved the fact that she was unique and so different, as much as he loved how fresh and new every day was with her, he wasn't sure he had the ability to keep up. In all honesty, he wouldn't have minded if she were a little less enthusiastic all the time.

Which is why these times with Naru had become so important to him these past weeks. At least the return of school helped slow things between him and Kanako somewhat. Now it was primarily on the weekends that he even had time to spend with her doing anything other than schoolwork.

He did wonder what Naru was getting out of these, though. How was she able to be so comfortable around him? Certainly, they had become friends a long time ago, but his feelings for her had always gotten in the way. How did she manage to forget all that, pretend it hadn't happened, now that he had a girlfriend? And how did she accept his and Kanako's relationship so readily, when almost no one else did? These were the only things he didn't feel comfortable bringing up during their conversations.

This particular session was pretty typical. They talked about TV shows they watched, classmates and professors at Tokyo University, the other members of the Inn, et cetera. While they had had mature and serious conversations before, this was not a night in which one took place.

It was close to midnight by the time Naru finally crawled up to her own room, signalling the time for both of them to go to bed.

***

A cold feeling on his neck awoke him. It was blunt, with a fairly large and elongated surface area. Not overly cold like ice, but a strong coolness that was just uncomfortable enough to rouse him from sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he could see the source of this coolness, and he knew not to make any sudden movements. For the source of that cool surface was the side of a long steel blade, the sharp end of which was right next to his neck.

Of course, he could guess pretty quickly whose hand was holding the other end of the sword, but he still felt compelled to let his vision follow the blade back to the hilt. And indeed, there stood Motoko, holding said sword with one hand while glaring down at him.

"Shhhh..."

She whispered to him. Keitaro was quite happy to oblige in this situation. Plus, this gave him time to regain his vision that was still cloudy due to just having been asleep. Of course, it was still blurry, but in the moonlit room, he could see her faint image. Her long hair was let down, some of it spilling over the front of her plain, standard kimono. But what still captured his attention most was the sword in her hand that glinted and sparkled a bit each time she took a breath and inadvertently caused it to move.

"Good morning, Urashima."

Keitaro looked around for a clock. A futile effort, for he had no glasses on and wouldn't be able to read one anyway. Regardless, the amount of light, or lack thereof, told him that it was well before dawn.

"I've come here because I want to talk, Urashima."

She hadn't called him that in a long time. Of course, she hadn't called him anything for a few weeks now.

"Sure, sure. Actually, I would've liked to talk with you as well."

Had Keitaro's mind not been so hazy from just waking up, he likely would've immediately asked if the Motoko in front of him really was Motoko. But the thought didn't occur to him. Of course, at this point, much of his thoughts were with the very sharp blade that lay on his neck.

"Urashima, I do not approve of your relationship with Kanako. I'm sure you can figure out why. It's disgusting, and I won't stand for it going on in the same house as me."

"Motoko, I-"

"Do not use my first name!"

"A-Aoyama-san,"

Keitaro used that name begrudgingly. He didn't want his relationship with Motoko to be like this.

"I-I understand where you're coming from. Believe me, I do. I'm sure you remember how much I fought Kanako before. But... But... I don't know. Something happened. Something changed. I can't control my feelings."

"Ha! You men are all... Yes, 'something' happened, huh? Yeah, the moment she gave you some... well, I won't say the word, but the moment that happened, you were suddenly willing to throw away all your morals and beliefs, huh?"

Keitaro could not believe the words coming from Motoko's mouth. He felt so upset that he could almost cry. Not from her insult, but rather from the mere fact that this was her opinion of him. All the progress they had made on their friendship... Was it all gone?

"You're wrong! First of all, Kanako's not even related to me. You're making this a bigger deal than it should be."

"That doesn't matter. She is still your sister."

Motoko looked at him stoically. She was clearly not convinced by that line of reasoning. But she was willing to let him continue making his case.

"And second, I didn't start going out with Kanako because of the sex. I really have feelings for her. More than just as a sister. It... it took me a while to realize it myself. In fact, she had to force me to realize it. But I did realize it, and the feelings are real. I wish you'd understand that. I... I thought we were friends."

That last statement seemed to have an effect on Motoko, as she flinched at the word "friends."

"I can't believe I was ever friends with someone like you. I should have judged better. I never should have let you and everyone else convince me that you were anything more than trash."

Keitaro flinched this time. That hurt. He didn't want to admit it, but he did care about what Motoko thought of him. And hearing such words pass through her lips made his heart sink. He didn't have the spirit to respond.

"You're a pervert, Urashima. You're disgusting. In fact, even now..."

Much to Keitaro's surprise, Motoko suddenly stepped on his blanket, right where his groin was. The pain was immediate, and he would've jumped up if not for the sharp blade at his neck. But the pain was also temporary, as she began to rub the area with her foot, tenderly this time. To his dismay, he felt himself begin to harden.

"Even now, just with my foot, you're getting turned on. And you get off on your own little sister. You're just a horny piece of garbage, Urashima."

If he didn't feel like he was being stabbed through the heart with every sentence that came out of Motoko's mouth, Keitaro might have been shocked by just how good she was at this. Indeed, the amount of pressure applied and the pacing was just so perfect, he couldn't help but become physically aroused.

"A-Aoyama, what do you think you're doing!? You don't need to do that to make your point!"

"I don't think so, Urashima. You still don't understand what a worthless, disgusting human you are."

With a flick of her sword, she made a cut straight down the blanket, down to where her foot was. To Keitaro's surprise, both the shirt and pants of his pajamas were also cut, without his skin ever having felt metal. He was in despair at his erection popping up free and becoming clearly visible, but he was more in awe at her skill.

"Just look at you, Urashima. A girl's got a sword on you, and you're getting turned on just because she's stepping on you."

Maybe she went too far, because a switch suddenly clicked inside of Keitaro's head.

"Wait a minute... You're not Motoko, are you? Kanako?"

Motoko, who had been smiling and looking at his crotch, suddenly turned her face to him in surprise. A smile quickly returned to her face though.

"Of course I'm Motoko, Kei-kun!"

She spoke clearly in Kanako's voice and winked.

"Oh my god, Kanako! That was... You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Silence! I just told you, I'm Motoko! Not that you deserve to call me by that!"

Motoko's voice returned, and so did her harsh expression. And so did the sword, to its place near Keitaro's neck.

"Look, Kanako, I- ah!"

"Motoko" resumed rubbing with her foot, this time against his bare penis. She wore her traditional tabi socks with the single split for the big toe, and its silken surface slid smoothly over his skin.

She pushed down on the shaft with her weight, forcing it into his belly. It was somewhat painful, but the feeling of the tight squeezing between his stomach and her foot was immensely pleasurable. And she
kept moving her foot forward and backward, rubbing that smooth white surface against his warm skin.

Keitaro decided not to fight back and to let Kanako just go ahead.

"Kana- Aoyama-san... That feels good..."

"See, Urashima? You even enjoy being stepped on. I can't believe just how dirty you are."

Her face held a vicious looking smile, one that looked odd but also somehow fitting on Motoko's face. Her long hair waved back and forth as her hip shook from the movement of her foot.

When she had felt that she had done enough, she pulled her foot back, letting his penis spring up on its own. It stood up and throbbed a bit, but it still wavered a little, even as pre-come dribbled from the tip.

"Look at this part of you. You're so dirty... You... It's so..."

"Motoko" seemed mesmerized by the sight, her face losing that confident smile and her eyes staring at his crotch blankly. Almost as if in a daze, she returned her foot to his penis. She spread her toes at the cleft of her tabi sock and squeezed the head between them.

"!!!"

Keitaro jumped as he felt his glans almost get crushed between "Motoko's" toes. The sock was thankfully thick enough that it provided some cushion, but it was still quite harsh. Some more pre-come was squeezed out, staining the cleft between her big and second toes.

A smile returned to "Motoko's" face as she began to stroke his penis. At first, it was just her toes, moving up and down slightly at just the top. She eventually began to move her entire foot, letting the smooth silk slide over the entire length of Keitaro's penis, back and forth, again and again. In order to increase the area of contact, she tilted her foot, allowing all four of her toes in the large part of the split sock to push onto the shaft.

"Haa... A-Aoyama... San..."

Keitaro struggled to find his breath, and his hands tightly clutched the futon under him. As his mind began to cloud over from the pleasure, he found it harder and harder to remember that they were just roleplaying.

"See? You're... You're so perverted, Urashima."

She was a bit out of breath as well, and even in the moonlight, he could see that her cheeks were reddened. As she continued to focus all her attention and concentration on her work with her foot, she let her grip on the sword loose and eventually just dropped it to the floor. This was when Keitaro struck.

"Wah!"

Kanako's voice was heard again for just a moment, as Keitaro popped up from his futon and grabbed her. Losing her footing, she tumbled over backwards, with him following, right on top of her.

"Oww..."

Kanako was stunned, physically, her wind having been knocked out by the impact with the floor. By the time she regained her senses, Keitaro had already untied her kimono and spread it open.

"U-Urashima! How dare you! What do you think you're doing!?"

She was a bit miffed at having lost control of the situation, but she decided to play along. Half-heartedly, she tried to push away Keitaro's hands.

Under her kimono was just her bare skin, no underwear except the bandages she wrapped around her chest. Keitaro noted that Kanako had done nothing to change her pubic hair, the thin barely-there layer of black at her crotch looking identical to how it usually did. What caught him and made him smile, though, was the shimmering wetness that streamed down the inside of her thighs.

"You're such a hypocrite, Motoko. Look at this."

He stuck one hand to between her legs, to the source of the fluids. He let it soak up a bit, taking the time to lightly massage her labia, before bringing it up to her face.

"You got this wet from teasing me, didn't you?"

"Motoko" turned her head away from his hand, as if ashamed of what it proved. Keitaro wiped it off on her cheek and hair before putting it in his mouth to clean off the remainder.

"No, you're wrong..."

"Oh? Does that mean you got wet just now, from exposing yourself to me? Either way, you're a pervert too, Motoko."

Keitaro returned his hand to her crotch and began to finger her, sticking just his index finger into her vagina and scratching around the walls. Soft moans in Motoko's voice started to fill the room.

"Nnn... Ah, no! Plea- mmm! Please, sto- ah! Stop!"

She squeezed her legs together over Keitaro's hand and grabbed his wrist, as if to try to stop him. But that was as far as she went as she continued to writhe in pleasure. Unable to stop himself from grinning widely, Keitaro added a second finger and began to pump even harder in and out of "Motoko."

"See? You're getting off from just my finger. You play a chaste woman, but you're dirtier than even me, Motoko."

Her hole was completely slick now, and he felt almost no resistance in the movement of his fingers. Slowing down a little, he found her clitoris with his thumb and pressed on it hard.

"Mmm aah! Urashima, I'm... I'm sorry... Ooh... Please... Nnn... Stop..."

Tears were flowing out of her eyes now, and her face looked genuinely distraught. Keitaro felt his heartbeat rising and his excitement increasing so much after seeing that that he needed to mentally remind himself that this was all just an act.

"It's too late for that, now. I'm gonna show you just how perverted I can be, Motoko!"

He pulled out his fingers and used both hands to spread her knees open. Once again, she feigned resistance, making him exert some force, but not enough to stop him.

"No, please! I have to... Not before I'm married, I can't!"

He ignored her sobbing pleas and let a wicked smile creep onto his face. Already naked and quite prepared, Keitaro carefully placed the tip of his penis at her opening before entering all the way in one quick motion.

"Fua!"

"Motoko's" body cringed and twitched, as if from pain. Her hands gripped her kimono that she was now lying on. She continued to cry. Keitaro noted that "Motoko" really was taller than Kanako or himself - whereas his head usually came up to Kanako's nose in this position, he was now looking more around her chin. If he hadn't been so excited and feeling so good, he might have spent more time thinking about this fact. He also noted that "Motoko's" bandages were rather easy to tear open, certainly not made out of the sturdy material the real person used.

"Look, your nipples are hard, too, Motoko. You're enjoying this just as much as I am!"

He looked at her large, perfectly shaped breasts that were now hanging bare and slightly off to her sides. As he began to move back and forth, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by them jiggling in the opposite direction.

"Mmm!"

Keitaro pounded into her forcefully, taking his time to pull almost completely out before slamming all the way into her slick vagina as hard as he could. Each time, she let out a squeal and her face twisted a little more.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

As he continued, her moans began to take on another tone, one of pleasure instead of panic. He face, too, was contorted in ecstasy, not in pain. Each time he thrust in, she smiled a little bit more, and each time he pulled out, her face filled more with shame.

"Feeling good, Motoko?"

Keitaro whispered to her before lowering his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down on it, hard enough that he knew he'd cause some pain.

"Mm-ah, n-n-no! Urashima, it's- it's not too- oh! Too late, so-ohhhh so please stop!"

Still paying no attention to her requests to stop, Keitaro accelerated his pace while continuing to nibble on her nipple. He tweaked the other nipple at the same time, before alternating every once in a while, moving his head from side to side to catch the moving targets.

"S-stop... If you do that, I'm going to... I'm..."

"Motoko" suddenly arched her back and her body locked up, forcing her soft, slightly sweaty breasts deeper into Keitaro's face. When he looked up, he could see that her face was in a tight grimace, her teeth clenched, her eyes shut. A low, rumbling moan reverberated from her throat.

At the same time, he could feel her vaginal walls tighten around his penis, making him feel even better as he kept pounding into her at full speed.

"Hehe, so... You came, didn't you, Motoko? What a perverted girl you are."

Keitaro continued his play-acting, although at this point, his mind was so clouded he wasn't sure that he was acting any more.

"Motoko" finally relaxed after a few seconds. She looked up at him with wet eyes and hair plastered to her face from the tears and sweat. Looking at those doe-like, helpless, almost innocent eyes, Keitaro knew he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Al-alright, Motoko, it's my turn now, here it comes!"

When he felt himself cross the point of no return, he quickly pulled out and got onto his knees. He was still on his way up "Motoko's" body when the first load shot out and hit her chin and breasts. Trying to concentrate through the immense ecstasy, Keitaro knelt by her face, placing his penis onto her cheek as another load splashed against her cheeks and nose. He held her head in place by her hair as he kept coming, coating her face with his semen.

"Aaahhh..."

Keitaro fell off to the side, feeling the exhaustion hit him as soon as the last spurt escaped from him. His dick was still in "Motoko's" face, and he could feel her lips and tongue on it as she kissed and licked the now limp organ, cleaning it of his seed.

"So, you like tasting my come, Motoko? Hehe, of course you do..."

Keitaro forced her head deeper into his groin, making her take in his penis in her mouth to suck it clean. The stimulation almost hurt now that he was extra-sensitive, but the satisfaction of forcing her to do this was incomparable.

Once his penis was completely cleaned, he let her head go, allowing her to begin to wipe away the goo that covered part of her chest and much of her face. Through his slightly blurred vision, it looked like someone making the best of it after spilling some of the most delicious sauce in the world on herself.

"Keitar- Urashima. Urashima-senpai. I'm sorry."

Her voice came out weak, as if she had just been crying.

"It's not that I disapprove of your relationship with Kanako - you're right, she's not really your sister."

Even without his glasses, her eyes sparkled so brightly that Keitaro could see them clearly.

"It's that... I'm in love with you... I was jealous... So jealous that I couldn't stand it. I didn't want to admit it, and as long as you were single, I dealt with it by being mean to you, but... Seeing you with her... So happy... I couldn't stand it!"

She was crying openly now, even while continuing to suck up the remainder of his semen. Keitaro actually felt somewhat moved. This was starting to go too far.

"Alright, Kanako, I think that's enough for now."

"I told you, I'm not Kanako, I'm Motoko!"

She replied, still sobbing, hysterically now.

"No really, Kanako, that's enough."

He laughed a nervous laugh, seeing her trying to keep the fantasy going. But somewhere in the back of his mind, a hint of doubt appeared. He laid back and closed his eyes, trying to remind himself that he had definitely just heard Kanako's voice from her just a few minutes ago.

"Oh, come on, you're acting out of the role."

When he looked down, licking up his seed from her hand was no longer Motoko, but Kanako. A wig lay behind her head, but no other props were visible. Once again, he wondered how the hell she could change her body like that.

"Really, stop trying to mess with me like that!"

Keitaro reacted with playful anger, grinding his fist against the top of her head and giving her a noogie.

"Oww, oww, stop it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Do you get off on trying to scare me?"

"Well, to be honest, I kinda do..."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"But what's the big deal, anyway? Motoko's hot, and if she confessed to you, wouldn't you be happy? I know I would."

"Wh-what are you talking about? In any case, she hates us. Or she probably does... She won't talk to us."

"No, I'm serious! If she really liked you, I would totally understand if you went for it. Or even better, if she wanted to join us... God, I'd love to get a taste of that..."

Kanako stopped mid-sentence, realizing that she was making things somewhat awkward.

"Well, not that I'd ever prefer anything to your taste, Kei-kun..."

She licked another gob of his semen off from her fingers. She visibly enjoyed the experience, rolling it around in her mouth and letting out a pleased moan before she swallowed.

"I'm sorry about... Doing that... to your face... I don't know what came over me. I just got so excited..."

"It's alright. As you said, it was exciting."

Kanako finished cleaning up her face happily and snuggled up next to him on the floor.

"But maybe now you understand why I like to dress up so much? And dominating, too. Even though you knew what was going on, it was different, wasn't it?"

Keitaro took a moment to enjoy the warmth of their sweaty bodies sticking before he replied.

"Hehe, yeah... I couldn't believe what I was doing in some moments. But Kanako, you still tried to trick me this time."

"Are you angry?"

Kanako backed her body off to look at his eyes seriously.

"No, you came clean, after all. But it's just something I wish you wouldn't do... Remember, I told you, I'm happy to do these things with you, just, knowingly."

"Yes, but it's so much more fun when you're really fooled! For me and... I think, for you too."

"Well... There's some truth to that, I guess... But Kanako, still, I don't want to cheat on you. No matter how attractive Motoko or aunt Haruka or any other girl you might immitate might be, they're not you... So even if roleplaying might be fun, I want to know that I'm doing it with you."

Keitaro smiled while stroking her moist hair. Kanako surprised him with a sudden kiss, one that ended up lasting a while. When they drew back, he saw the same look on her face that he used to love so much when he used to spoil her back in their bakery. He felt a chill ran up his spine.

"Also, we're not exactly rich, you know. You should ask before ruining a perfectly good set of clothes and blanket."

"Ah, it'll be okay; I'll sew them up for you tomorrow."

Kanako didn't seem affected at all by his reprimand. And Keitaro was too tired to pursue it any further.

"Well, the floor's kinda uncomfortable, so how about we go to my futon?"

"Good idea, Kei-kun. You have classes tomorrow, after all - it should be about an hour before you need to wake up."

"Wait, it's that late right now!? Kanako, you should use some discretion before surprising me at night like this! I don't know if I'll be able to stay awake in class!"

"Huhu, would you rather I never came?"

"No, what I mean is... Ah, forget about it. We both need some sleep."

As the tired pair drifted off to sleep holding each other under the covers, neither heard the muffled moans of the person who was not yet asleep above them.
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The wordcount is just over 6000, which means my plan to shorten and tighten up my writing worked to an extent. Much of the writing was devoted to the expose, the explanation of what had happened in the Inn following the events of the previous chapter, so that left even fewer words for the sex scene.

For the others' reactions, I tried to go with what I thought made sense. Shinobu always worshiped Keitaro, so she can't outright reject him, but the taboo of even near-incest is still very real, and she's influenced by it. Kitsune was shown in the manga to not take the idea of brother-sister incest too seriously, but rather humorously, so that's how I thought she'd react. Kaolla, of course, sees nothing wrong with incest in general, and calls her love "nii-sama," and so does her sister.

Naru... Naru was the interesting one. Lots of interactions in play here, from Naru as Keitaro's close friend to Naru as Kanako's somewhat new friend to Naru as Keitaro's former object of affection, a lot of sparks could fly. But I felt that above all, Naru would handle it in a mature manner and try her best to see it from Keitaro's way. Even if, maybe, she feels hurt that Keitaro suddenly stopped chasing after her, her pride wouldn't allow her to treat them any worse or any awkwardly. This is obviously an idea that will be returned to in future chapters.

Speaking of which, in my last chapter, I said that I had 3 chapters planned. Well, this chapter actually ended up being the first half of the first of the 3 chapters I had planned. I felt that this section needed a little more time to pass so that you can get a decent idea of where the characters are at before things start happening. As such, I STILL have 3 more chapters planned. I can't guarantee when they'll be released, but I can say that the next one should be relatively short, so that one, at least, could be quick.

And speaking of quickness, I felt that this was my shortest, quickest, most streamlined sex scene yet. Again, this was due to the debacle that were my 2 previous stories: over 10,000 words for the previous chapter of this and over 13,300 words for the latest chapter of Garden of Thanatos (http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600041477). Maybe I overshot in the opposite direction and made the writing too concise and lost some intimacy. I'd love to see some reader response on that.

As always, please, if you read down this far, leave a review. A one sentence review is better than nothing, but if you're gonna do that, don't just ask for new chapters. New chapters are coming. What really motivates me to write new chapters is not a request to do so, but rather real meaningful criticisms to my work that either give me something that needs improving or something that I should be proud of.

Also, 5 points to anyone who first identifies what part of what videogame that I'm parodying through my title.

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