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Cat Bath
By : c0p13r
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Chapter List
- 1-Cat Bath
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“You act all nice, but you guys must be loaded,” Kisara observed as she stared across the hot spring, letting only her feet soak so that she could hold her towel around her lithe form. She shot a hard look over to the girl whose towel was already off and was relaxing in the water.
Miu was rolled onto her front, propped on her knees in the water to give the illusion of a buoyant booty while her back arched so that her elbows could rest on the edge of the pond. She giggled a little, ignorant to how Kisara’s feline gaze scorned her large breasts. “It’s not like that,” she denounced. “Appachai just started digging out here one day and unearthed it. Kensei made it look nice, but really, we don’t have much money. This is just a cheap way to BEAT THE HEAT.”
Running after a rabbit in the background, copy-chan gives a thumbs-up and dashes into the forest.
“Hmph. And that old man isn’t around, is he?” Kisara remembered how passionate Kensei Ma had been to help dress her injuries, yet the wise master of Ryozanpaku and the dairy cow had refused him to see her.
Miu shook her head solemnly, her joy dropping a little. “No. The masters had to desert Ryozanpaku until they can sort out the issue with the government. It’s just me and Kenichi for now.”
“So that’s how it is.” Kisara clicked her tongue, her head cocking to the side as a wry smile played across her features. “Must be nice, the whole place to yourselves.”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Well, that pervert’s got the hots for you, doesn’t he?” Lazily, Kisara brought her hands up behind her head. “And it’s not like you hate him or anything. You guys probably get pretty kinky since no one’s here.”
Miu cried out, lifting up from the water with a loud splash and wet tits slapping together as they surfaced. Her hands balled into fists, held up girlishly at their sides, smooshing them together, unintentionally mocking the flat-chested kicker. “It’s not at all like that, Kisara! Take that back! There’s nothing going on between me and Kenichi! He’s-He’s just like some dog that wandered in off the streets, and we feed him treats!” She didn’t mean it as it sounded, but the lady had to protest much to veer from the truth.
“Jeez, alright,” griped the redhead, who internally thought that now it couldn’t be more obvious. She’d probably be getting boned right now if not for this visit to the hot springs.
“Not so fast!” A voice came from the forest, all around them. An enemy?! YOMI?! Kisara leapt to her feet, entering a defensive stance while holding her towel to her bosom. Miu was on guard, pivoting as she looked around, her jiggling breasts distracting to Kisara.
Something dashed from the canopy, swift and limber, twisting through the air and dropping with great poise into the center of the pond. A girl likely not much older than they, and Kisara dropped her guard somewhat when she saw the floatation devices on this one’s chest.
Renka Ma had arrived on scene and was determined to make her entrance dramatic. She stood up, shoulders back and back arched, showing the definition of her lithe body and buxom chest leading up to her beautiful face and sharp, sneering smirk. The water was up to her mid-thigh, which brandished her ladies’ mound, sheered close for alluring smoothness – as well as diversifying her wardrobe – except for a spritely patch of purple pubic hair just above the line of her slit.
“R-Renka?” stammered Miu, who had thought that Kensei’s daughter had returned to China.
At once, the wiry Kung-Fu martial artist stormed through the water and grabbed Miu’s shoulder. “Take that back! No way are you and Kenichi anything but sparring partners! Your relationship, if I had to put it into words…! He’s like a stray animal that wandered off the street and you take care of!”
Kisara deadpanned a little as a whimsical rabbit frolicked behind her. Isn’t that what Blondie already said?
“Until Daddy’s done training him to take over the Pheonix Alliance, you’re just his study partner, got it?”
Miu, normally so composed, couldn’t simply dismiss the idea of Kenichi being spirited away to some far-off land with this girl! She swatted Renka’s arm back and squared up with her, both of their bosoms squishing against one another. Miu’s nipples were significantly larger than Renka’s, and pinker, but not to an outlandish degree, and from the moisture catching on the night air, they had tightened up into plump buds on pink ovals while Renka’s remained mostly flat, the darker-hued areola only hinting to a heightened adrenaline from confronting a rival for Kenichi’s affections.
Kisara was unamused, her frown slack and her eyebrows heavy. She could not get over the gigantic size of their udders. Was-Was there some damned factory churning out these dairy cows to surround that wimpy Shirahama guy?
“Kenichi isn’t leaving Ryozanpaku until he’s ready!” declared Miu in Renka’s face, allowing the peace of the night to be disrupted by this unnatural quarrel. “And until his training’s done, you shouldn’t distract him!”
“Oh yeah?!” Renka pushed back, their tits jostling against one another in an argument of their own. “Well, Daddy’s property is basically property of the Ma family, so that means Kenichi already belongs to me as an inheritance! So there!” She pulled at her bottom eyelid to show the pink and stuck out her tongue with a taunting “Nnh!”
Childish and churlish, but Miu quivered in anger as her face colored with her fury. The idea of Kenichi…! Being taken by another…! Another woman!
“Yah!”
She kicked, and Renka blocked and retorted with a kick of her own that was also blocked. Close-quarter combat caused a lot more jiggle in a cat fight, and it only provoked Kisara’s ire; the eye-grabbing bounce and flounder of those giant breasts in motion. In slow motion, teasing her, the echoes of taunting laughter with each lunge of them.
“Are they for real?” she griped right before a splash caught her face. Her red hair drooping, her annoyance reaching its peak, she got up to her feet. “Would you two”—She focused, her cat eyes flashing open, her right leg tensing—“GIVE IT A REST?!” She kicked the water, and with her proficiency, it was akin to kicking up a mini-tidal wave. Miu was distracted and overcome by it, swamped and dripping in a lackluster slump. But Renka… The moment the water hardly splashed her face, she yowled and pitched herself back instinctively. In the moonlight, the silhouette of hers…
Kisara blinked and shivered.
Had she just… seen a cat?!
Her eyes followed the massive yet elegant creature to the other side of the pond, where it landed perfectly on all fours, looking scared and agitated, before raising its front paw and…
“What’s the big idea, you lousy creep?! Who told you to butt in?!” Not a cat, but the interloper from nowhere. At the same time – and Kisara could not overlook it as the complaints deadened in her ears – this annoying intruder behaved and even looked like a cat with her pigtails flapping frustratedly.
Kisara was overwhelmed by the spectacle. She even overlooked the big breasts fluttering beneath her during her tantrum. Before she knew it, Kisara was blushing and receding, biting the nail of her thumb as her heart thumped. Looking at Renka, her mind started to fill with fantasies of blustery kittens, who were obsessively cute even in their defiance!
But Kisara was all about appearances; she couldn’t melt into it. She fought the urge to swoon to these catlike antics, though it was not easy. Her whole impulse was to fawn, an image of a cat superimposed upon Renka’s curvaceous, riled stance. “D-Dammit, who is this girl?” Kisara seethed.
“Hey, are you listening to-?!” Renka’s rant came to an abrupt halt, blindsided by a stroking hand beneath her chin and a gushy “Aww♥”
Miu knelt aside Renka, bracing one hand against her bending knees to tease the underside of – what she perceived – the fussy kitty’s chin. “You’re so cute~♥ Are you mad that you got wet♥”
And Renka leaned into the feeling, unable to help herself. Miu’s hand was so soft, her touch so light and soothing that it made Renka’s spine course with an electric sensation. She grinned contentedly and purred, swishing her head with the pets underneath her jaw. Miu giggled happily at her pleased features.
Though it wasn’t to last. She’d been caught unawares like this before, made to look like some tamed, unabashed kitten to stoke Miu’s fantasies. She reeled, snarling at her own momentary incompetence, and then pounced. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!!” she shrieked as she knocked recklessly into Miu. The two flung through the air and came down in the center of the pond.
Kisara sucked her teeth, the kitty illusion finally dispelled. “What a pair of…”
The water came down and settled, and the two girls were shown.
“…” Kisara slumped, her eyes as big as saucers. The theoretical rabbit even halted his racing in the background to ogle.
Renka’s and Miu’s lips had connected. It must have been some reflexive turn on Miu’s part, grappling and bringing her offender up from her midsection to counter on even footing. But the momentum had propelled the China girl forward. Likely, it was not an easy connection – probably smashed their faces together – but their lips remained attached. And from their open-eyed stares, they were just as flummoxed as Kisara by this happening.
Gingerly, their lips parted with just the slightest audible smooch♥
“Yahh!!” Miu swung away, her eyes turned into watery circles of blue, a caricature of herself, flailing her arms up and down, her boobs mimicking the motions. “My first kiss! My first kiss! Wah~ I was saving it for marriage!” She sobbed hysterically as the images she’d dreamt of, pictures in frames of her in beautiful white wedding attire, smiling and blushing aside a phantom groom with wild brown hair and a band-aid on his cheek; all of them cracking, besmirched by a simple (and unlikely) mishap. “My first kiss~”
Renka, on the other hand, was dispassionate about scrubbing her spit-moistened bottom lip with the back of her fist. She scowled, a bit offended that this was Miu’s reaction to kissing her. Sure, it was an accident and a mistake, but she should be so lucky to kiss someone so well-trained and beautiful.
“What are you acting up for? It’s just a kiss,” she said indignantly, then folded her arms and turned with her nose stuck up. “Not like we planned it or anything.”
Miu turned, huddled and weepy-faced. “But”—She sniffed—“But, Renka…!”
“But what?” she shouted back at her, wheeling and pointing accusingly. “Just consider it practice or something! You think my Kenichi wants an inexperienced girl? No way!” She threw her hand out to the side, bosoms shaking. And seeing that she had Miu’s attention, she smirked and folded her arms, which presented her breasts and tightened brown nipples gloriously. “I’m not training to just be a great Kung Fu master, but also a great wife to the next leader of the Pheonix Alliance. It’s not like this was my first kiss with a woman.”
“Wha-What?! Renka, you’ve kissed before?!” Miu was enthralled and shocked, and that was enough to please Renka on her own; her greatness, to stand above this blonde bimbo who usurped all of Kenichi’s time.
“Heh! That’s right,” Renka proclaimed with a toothy smile. “My conquests have only been with women, though. So you better not take me lightly, or…”
“Wah! Renka, you should only do things like that when you’re married!” Miu fussed, swinging back and forth, her arms tucked up to the sides of her chest, bracketing her tits as they swayed and bumped against one another.
Throwing her fists down, poised angrily against Miu, Renka shouted, “Don’t tell me what to do, you naïve bimbo!” She scowled and seethed before becoming entranced. The swaying breasts… were hypnotic, the round points of Miu’s nipples becoming a source of extreme focus, to the point where an elated shiver shot up Renka’s spine, her pigtails jumping excitedly. Her lips pursed up, her eyes glinting and illuminated, nose twitching. Without warning and without thought, she tackled Miu, hoisting her to the shoreline, pinning her and catching a plump breast in her hand while nuzzling the twin, near to its center with her purring lips.
Miu was at a disadvantage underneath Renka, with little acquisition for her feet to gain space. Of course, she’d felt the pleasure of hands upon her breasts. Men were hardly careful to avoid them – and she’d promptly rebuke their indignation, especially Kenichi – but it always caused a float of excitement when groped – especially by Kenichi. And in such matters of nighttime fantasies, she’d take her hands beneath her paw-print pajamas and behave accordingly for a wanton schoolgirl who must behave so vapidly in public.
So when Renka’s fingers – More talented than her own, Miu quickly found out! – danced across her supple breast and teased her taut nipple, she immediately broke out in goosebumps. “Renka,” she gasped, noting how the adorable cat grin smeared so close to her other nipple, Miu’s heart fluttering from more than the likeness of a nuzzling kitten, “get off!” Her commitment was poor to remove herself from underneath the China girl, though she knew more than a dozen moves to extract herself without harming Renka.
But Renka grinned mischievously, squishing the breast underneath her chin with her fingers, prompting the nipple. “I don’t think so!” Fingers cinched on the bud to make the blonde yip. “I think I’ll take my time with you!” And so suddenly, her tongue reached out and went across Miu’s breast with a punctuated flick.
Miu squirmed and gave a halfhearted “Noo~” as her hips made an involuntary thrust to Renka’s bellybutton.
“Heh, you’re so sensitive,” Renka gloated, still drifting around Miu’s tit, relinquishing her hold of them to pin Miu’s troublesome arms down. “Guys are going to love that!” She wasn’t about to say what her Kenichi would or wouldn’t like. Miu threw a mild fit, rolling left and right to try to unsaddle Renka. The endeavors were wasted and only made her tits that much more tantalizing in their sway. “You should’ve known that when you tease a cat”—Her teeth flashed dangerously between her grinning lips when they caught the jostling nipple—“expect the claws.”
Miu’s breathing quickly became labored. The fantasies she’d scribbled down – separate from the diary of dreams – came back to her when Renka feasted ravenously on her breast, wrapping her lips around more than just the pink tip and suckling and pulling at the pliant globe with muffled giggles in her throat. The sounds of spit building and sloshing around her plumped nipple reached Miu’s ear from Renka’s spoiled nursing. The protests had come to a stuttering halt as Miu tried in vain to catch her breath and deal with the shocks of pleasure that were so foreign compared to her self-indulgences. Fondling her breasts at night, switching her legs aside and imposing her fingers to the core of her heat, yet Renka’s stimulus was vastly more effective! Was it that a mouth was just better than hands that hitched from her own ecstasy, or was it the unusual sense of powerlessness that came from being held in place? Her arms strained against Renka’s hands, but to little effect. Her legs came up, water breaking loudly around them, but she came up with naught but a leg-lock, trapping Renka’s lithe frame around her; encouraging almost, by the looks of it.
Renka took it as such, disengaging from the happy, succulent flesh that glowed from the suction. “Well, it seems that you’re not as opposed to it as you acted,” she jibed, now testing by removing a hand from pinning Miu down to squeeze her tit. Miu flinched, eyes blinking tight and chin tucking, but her arm didn’t make any signs of warding. “So you’re willing to try after all! Well then…!” She took no time, sliding her hand down the trim trail to Miu’s pubis, discovering the bald meat of soft, heated flesh; the smoothest of which was saturated and easily invaded, despite how snug it was.
Definitely a virgin. Renka scowled, but was also relieved. She had suspected maybe some foul play with her father’s prized pupil, but it was probably limited to oral stuff or hands. Her scowl switched for a sneer. Kenichi wouldn’t be disappointed to lose his virginity inside of her.
“R-Renka!” Miu struggled to get the name out, hand now reaching to clutch and pause the fingers dragging along her slit. The two girls made eye contact. Renka was stoic or chiding, though there was an eagerness formulating in the depths of her gaze, while Miu brandished a stare of uncertainty.
A hiccup of movement, and Renka scoffed. “It’s just a little practice. Get over it.” Then her fingers sunk into Miu’s tightness. The blonde fell back on the stone bank, droning loudly as she made a prominent arch with her back; a beautiful arch, breasts thrusting outward, thighs opening submissively from Renka’s sides. The obedience pleased Renka, who then began to thrust her fingers in the wet quim. Speed and technique; the digits squelched through the cleft, demonstrating what she’d learned with female partners. Miu writhed, bringing her hand up to bite on her knuckle, blushing indecently as her head thrashed this way and that.
“Ha! You’ve lived a sheltered life! Weren’t you taught that this was one of the most effective martial arts there is?!” Renka’s smirk curled more, the effort of her blurring hand showing as she attempted to bring Miu to climax and therefore win the right to claim Kenichi from her!
As if that was ever put up for discussion…
However…
“Uh, hello? Are you two just going to ignore that I’m here?”
The indignant tone caught Renka’s attention, interrupting what should have been a clean triumph. Miu was panting and seemed thankful for this reprieve even as she looked in Kisara’s direction.
Kisara was not more than two feet away, sitting there, clutching her towel and looking aghast at what was taking place so blatantly. Even the Valkyries were not as indecent! True, they were a hormonal bunch who loved mingling in between practices, but Kisara only happened upon their orgies by accident. Normally, they paired off or went three, but when they were especially thrilled by battle, they disrobed and settled each other en masse, but still held the shame to react when Kisara walked in on them unknowingly. They had scrambled, caught their clothes and bunched them to their bodies, excusing themselves, ducking around the Eighth Fist as they fled.
Did Frey participate? Kisara had her suspicions, but the Third Fist was much more tactful and discreet. Kisara had wanted to find out firsthand…
But this…!
Kisara was leering at Renka and Miu, squinting at them, making no effort to hide her disdain. How had an invite to a hot spring turn into a sport of debauchery?!
Renka leered right back before giving a haughty laugh, cocking her head one way, closing her eyes and keeping her smirk. “I’ll deal with you later. Right now”—She danced her fingers through Miu’s quim, rubbing her erect clit with her thumb—“I think I’ll finish off my real adversary.”
“Kyah~♥” Miu thrust toward the pleasurable fingers, humping upward.
“You’ll deal with me, huh?” Kisara would say she looked forward to the challenge like any bout, but she had to confess, she was daunted. Truthfully, she’d never been with anyone else, with her confusing feelings for Ukita growing to undermine the bond she shared with Kaoru. But sex… Well, much like Miu, she had the urge to explore and was keen to her fingers.
But not now! Not here! Kisara pursed up her lips and fumed at the idea of masturbating while watching these two big-breasted bimbos going at each other.
Only Renka was going at Miu, though, taunting her all throughout the ministrations of her fingers. Miu made one-worded wails of varying “Please” and “Don’t” and “Stop!”
“How do you like it here? Or maybe here?” Renka would twist her arm to assault Miu’s vagina at a different angle that got a significant reaction. “Or maybe like this?” Sometimes her arm would not move, and Kisara had to guess that the movement of the fingers inside Miu were changing up their play.
Kisara grinded her teeth, pushing her legs together as her heat pulsated. No way, there was no way she was about to…!
“I’m cumming! Renka, I’m cumming!”
Kisara’s resilience came to a grinding halt when she saw the wracking blonde’s undulating body underneath the pigtailed cat-girl’s. Renka’s form had sunk down, leveling her chin with Miu’s bellybutton to get a better reach with her hands. She’d since let go of Miu’s arms, and as expected, Miu didn’t try to escape. Now her hands were reaching onto Renka’s back, clawing at her shoulder blades as she tried to match the intensity and patterns of Renka’s fingers. The muscles were contracting and stalling Renka, but her thumb remained committed. If her thrusting could not commence, then she’d bother that pink pearl until the rival for Kenichi’s affections was spent!
“Ah,” mused Renka as Miu screeched, “you’re a squirter!”
It was true. Kisara’s green eyes saw the liquid spurting from Dairy Cow’s gash above the embedded fingers, squirting and dripping off the undersides of Renka’s hanging tits. The fingers continued to pitch between those rosy folds to quench Miu’s elated exasperation. The strong thighs quaked, spasms of sinew rippling throughout Miu’s lower half until she was truly spent. And even then, the pair of fingers stuffed up inside her twisted and curled, intentionally probing that special spot inside a woman that drove her crazy.
“I bet your body’s totally thirsty for some Kenichi cum, isn’t it?” Renka slipped down in a smooth stride, burrowing herself in the water past her bust, nearly up to her shoulders as she gave a lewd “P-tuu!” and spit a glob onto Miu’s shaky cunt, tapping her fingertips into the smear to bring about aftershocks of sensitivity that made Miu twitch erratically with hiccupping gasps. Renka chortled as she lauded her ability to suppress Ryozanpaku’s senior student; though she’d give Miu credit that she could last longer than the girls of the Pheonix Alliance.
But to continue her victory, Renka pushed her face between Miu’s thighs – And she praised their smoothness and fullness with butterfly kisses leading to their apex. – and wagged her tongue over that sensational nub that animated the girl teetering on the edge of utter defeat. Miu seized up around the purple head, her legs knocking at the bells tied to the tresses of her hair.
Kisara flushed more keenly than before, watching Dairy Cow’s pussy be ravished by that tongue. “Wow, she’s not gonna stop any time soon, is she?” She contemplated that, wondering if she was so removed from their notice that maybe she could imbibe in a little self-play of her own. Her pussy was already starting to drip, after all, her clitoris stiff and pushing out amongst her bushy hair. And even if they did notice, could they chastise her any more than she could them? She lamented that analogy, for she would be the one unable to control herself!
Maybe she could just excuse herself, scuttle away behind a tree, and masturbate in peace…
“Hey!” She wasn’t ready for Miu to suddenly unveil her underdeveloped body; though underdeveloped was generalized. Yes, she lacked the adornments of Miu and Renka and just about any woman in their circle of fighters. But none had such accentuation to their waist and hips, the brilliant breadth of them curving out and in onto thighs thick and full of strength! Weak men would be intimidated, but these legs could hitch, catch, and keep better than any other! A waist or a head could be wonderfully trapped if these limbs wrapped around them.
But Miu’s intention was invasive, not even waiting for an approval from Kisara as her hand dove to her auburn bush. “H-Hey,” Miu said breathlessly, calling Renka’s attention, relying on her cat antics to notice the cajoling of Kisara’s clit, back-and-forth motions among a forest of hair. Kisara, absent to such touches, was vulnerable to Miu’s fingers, swearing at her only as she reclined on her hands, impulsively putting her pelvis out, granting access by opening her legs a bit further and showing off her muff, unabashed by its hair amongst the others who’d shaven and styled.
“Here, kitty-kitty-kitty,” Miu wheezed in a singsong voice.
Renka fell for the bait. Though she was dining on a delicious meal of tight, virgin pussy, the abrupt distraction made her eyes peek open and her instincts consume her. That pussy was so pretty! And the movement there, intoxicating! Without thought and a joyful “Nya~♥” Renka threw herself over to the other girl’s inner thighs, ignoring the pretenses of adoring these lovely legs and nosing her way right to the snatch to catch that tasty clitty right in between her cat-grinning lips. The hair tickled her mouth and nose pleasantly, though the leg on her left kicked out reactively to have her bundle of nerves treated to a suckling and tongue-lashing.
“D-Damn you, Dairy Cow!” Kisara was immediately drenched in a hot sweat, a furious blush filling her face as she grabbed at the rocks beneath her. She behaved like she didn’t know what she should do, where she should place her feet as her womanhood was met by the mouth of another or if her hands were meant for anything but for grabbing the stony ground. “What’s the-the big idea?!” She tried to hide the quaver in her voice, her green eyes unable to turn from the spectacle of the cute girl turning her head against the meaty thigh on her left to pat the erect clitty with affectionate laps.
“Hehe!” Miu sat up, pushing her yellow locks back while she looked ravished and glowing from the experience beforehand. Her cheeks were rosy as were the tops of her breasts from the wet orgasm. “I didn’t want you to feel left out, Kisara.”
Was she teasing her?! Kisara wanted to think so, but Blondie sounded so earnest. It actually tugged at her heartstrings to hear the honesty in her voice. She wanted to refute the desire of having any part in this sick turn of events…
“Uhn!”
She looked back down between her legs where Renka purred sensuously while flicking her tongue up and down over her sensitive nub.
Kisara pursed up her lips, forging the most uninterested scowl she could muster… and then gave it up. “What the hell,” she mumbled offhandedly, deciding that it might just be better to submit and allow it. Now like these two were likely to blab, and if she was going to endure it, she may as well enjoy it as well. With a cocky smirk, she put her hand to the back of Renka’s head – between her pigtails – and pulled her forward just as she shoved her pelvis forward in offering. “Really get in there if you’re gonna do it,” Kisara commanded with elated authority.
Renka first showed surprise to be brought from her comfortable perch to dive headlong in the muff, but recoiled and spat, “Don’t tell me what to do!” In retaliation to Kisara’s attitude, she promptly slipped a finger inside the quim and immediately discerned the ridge that stole Kisara’s attitude and replaced it was a gasp and a modest blush; much to Renka’s satisfaction. She chortled, stroking that area that this thick-legged, underdeveloped pipsqueak clearly had not discovered on her own! “That’s better. Don’t act all high and mighty if this is the level you’re ahh♥” The sensation sprung on her suddenly, the surge of pleasure at her pussy being delighted by another’s fingers. And casting a look over her shoulder, she confirmed that it was none other than Miu Furinji making a bold move, planting herself beside Renka’s lifted posterior to start stroking her heated womanhood.
“You left yourself vulnerable,” Miu jibed, and proved her finger technique was above what Renka had thought. They swirled and danced as elegantly as the blonde on her feet before plunging in and squelching within Renka’s tight channel. She felt Renka shiver around her. Feeling a sense of superiority – as her rivalry with Renka was different than with other fighters – she said, “And you neglected to go after the weak spots!”
Renka fumed at her efforts being criticized. “What are you OH!!♥” For the second time, she was cut off by Miu’s ministrations, but this time was a more severe blow as Miu leaned in, opened the crevice of Renka’s ass, and dabbed her tongue directly onto that neglected hole.
Renka had underestimated Miu! While she might not have gotten anywhere physically with Kenichi – aside from a few gropes that she’d instinctively punish – she was very keen to herself. Her flexibility had afforded her certain sexual advantages that other women did not have: she could fold in half and eat herself out! And upon discovering this after a curious experimentation some time back, she made it a habit when more aroused than usual. And in those moments, she happened upon a very surprising fact: she loved playing with her asshole, perhaps as much as playing with her pussy! It was harder to get there with her tongue, so she had high hopes that Renka would have done it while down there. Oh well, a request for next time, perhaps. However, on the off chance that Renka didn’t even consider licking the anus, Miu was determined to teach her now of those wonders. Her mouth gaped with an airy moan, her eyes closed in concentration and her tongue floundering methodically around Renka’s ass.
It really did hurt Renka’s pride, to not have thought of such an obvious tactic! This bimbo was more clever than she let on! “D-Damn her!” But she’d no time to really curse Miu’s name; not when Kisara had grown impatient and yanked her back down to give her own pussy its long-awaited lashing.
“Just put up with it and start licking!” demanded Kisara.
Renka scoffed indignantly, lifting her head slightly from the mound. “Don’t tell me you’re in—ah!—interested in Kenichi too!” She frowned up at the redhead while casually rotating her fingers on Kisara’s clit.
“No way,” Kisara said defensively, and that was all she’d say about her thoughts of relationship. “Just keep going like you did for that Dairy Cow!”
“Hey!” came a muffled whine from Renka’s posterior.
Renka wasn’t happy to be ordered around, but with her pussy being stuffed over and over – Miu adding a finger to the first – and her asshole being tended by a soft, warm tongue, she had little room for complaint. In fact, her mannerisms implied that she needed to tend to Kisara’s cunt just to keep hold of her sanity! She panted – Kisara could feel the heavy breath hitting her sweaty pussy – and became more spontaneous with her licking, whimpering and shoving her lips against the ones she was licking to stifle the more sensational moans that Miu would revel in.
The tongue breached her; not deep, but the penetration had happened and Miu circled the tip of her infiltrating tongue against Renka’s bowels. The feeling made Renka jerk and squirm, but short of kicking and jumping up – and thereby conceding that Miu was a more effective lover – she committed herself and her moaning to Kisara’s quim. Kisara had since resigned herself to the exhilaration of the moment, sparing herself of the cover of her towel to grope at her small but sensitive breasts. She tweaked at her nipples – a darker pink than Miu’s, but still a shy color and the smallest of the three of them – until she squeaked and stifled her sounds by gnawing her bottom lip. She had a moment’s respite when Renka dealt with the shocks of pleasure from Miu’s tongue, but the Chinese fighter adapted to the pleasure soon enough, and Kisara was given the full attention of her wiry tongue, twisting this way and that, shifting her clit and the folds of her sex while the two fingers thrust through them speedily.
Miu focused on the meal in front of her, slurping at the mess of her own tongue as she also brushed Renka’s pussy lips every so often. But she also considered her own heat between her legs, petting herself though Renka had already put her to relief. She’d no hope of bringing herself back to that climax, but it was a satisfactory placeholder to thumb her pussy in the meantime.
Kisara came first with a high-pitched bellow and an unreserved grab for Renka’s head, once again catching her off her guard as her face plummeted into gushing pussy. “Dammit, yes!” exclaimed the Kicker, surrendering to the impulses brought by the unique feelings of having her pussy devoured like a platter.
A complaint would have exploded from Renka had she not also come to her end. Her big eyes crossed over Kisara’s furry mound, a look of abrupt jubilation taking her as her pigtails fluttered joyously. “You-! Bimbo!” She rewarded all of Miu’s efforts with a backward squirt of her own. Unaccustomed to the phenomenon – as she always pitched herself back in the throes of ecstasy before her taunting tongue could acquire a squirting – Miu pulled back with a surprised shout, though her fingers remained committed and undulated ecstatically against Renka’s convulsing quim.
In wild hysteria – Renka’s cattish features stimulating Kisara’s overwhelmed senses – the three girls wound up in a three-way embrace, Renka smooshed in the middle as Kisara pumped her hips wildly against her and Miu adored them both, pressing Renka into the thrusts. Miu had all her wits about her, but enjoyed the camaraderie all the same as they dropped in a pile.
Kisara, after full minutes of panting, smiling, and petting Renka’s head as the other nuzzled contentedly to her bosoms, blinked herself back to reality and pushed herself up and Renka away, clearing her throat and grabbing her towel. “Are you weirdos always like this here? What if that pervert Kenichi was lurking? What then?!”
To this, Renka laughed and held up a finger. “Oh, we don’t need to worry about Kenichi! He’s being watched!”
Kisara and Miu were both confused. Last they saw, Kenichi was exhausted on the mat in the dojo, having been bested by Miu in another sparring round. “Wait a second,” said Miu thoughtfully, eyes turning up as she placed a finger on her bottom lip. “Renka, Kenichi told you we were out here?”
“No, your maid did!” laughed Renka carelessly.
Both Miu and Kisara were confused, the latter looking at the former. “You have a maid?”
“N-No,” stammered Miu, starting to blanch. “B-But there was someone else I invited to join us at the hot springs. She-She said she would be busy…"
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Globs of copious cum rained down on her face, but Izumi didn’t mind in the slightest. Actually, she did, but she put up with it. Men liked doing this to girls, she’d read, and if it was for Kenichi…!
“I-Izumi!” stammered the disciple, jerking out the rest of his load onto his classmate’s blushing face. There was so much of it pent up! He was guilty to make a mess of her when she’d done so much! Cooking and cleaning, and all in an apron!
Just an apron!
He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw her strutting around after showing up with Renka. He hadn’t made contact with Renka; she had dashed off to the forest after entering with Izumi. After all, how else was Izumi going to get into Ryozanpaku without help?
Introductions were followed with Izumi offering to help out, after hearing that he’d been alone with Miu. And with her gone – as Izumi knew that she would be – it was the perfect chance to show Kenichi what to look for in a woman.
A woman who cooked, cleaned, and let her man shoot his cum all over her face after a diligent blowjob to calm him down.
A lot of him stained her glasses, but that just allowed her to peek up at him from behind the lens. “See, Kenichi?” she said innocently with a smile. “A nice girl would let you do this; not beat you up all the time.”
Kenichi shivered. “R-Right…”
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