Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Blizzard ❯ Blizzard ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: hawker_748 
On a quiet day, things can change in unexpected ways...
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.25.2006 | Updated On: 06.25.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 6.7K | Status: Work In Progress
On a quiet day, things can change in unexpected ways...
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.25.2006 | Updated On: 06.25.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 6.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: “Love Hina” is the property of Ken Akamatsu and TokyoPop.
I don’t own this story and I don’t make any money off of it. If you sue me, give me a number and I’ll fax you the cash.
C+C is welcome at hawker_748@hotmail.com.
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Lemon Warning: This fic contains strong language and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Love Hina:
Blizzard
Hinata House lost some of its charm when it was empty, Keitaro decided. Without the residents, the natural energy of the residence was diminished, making it seem more like the simple rooming house it was. Keitaro was home alone this beautiful summers day, the other residents having been effectively dragged off by Kitsune and Su. The two of them had decided that it was a beautiful day for a picnic, and thus, everyone would go on one. Naru and Motoko had been effectively shanghaied, their protestations about having other things to do falling on deaf ears.
‘Only reason that I didn’t get dragged along was the repairs I had to make to the roof,’ Keitaro reflected. Even that wouldn’t have been enough, had there not been rain forecast for the evening. He lounged on the sofa in the living room, taking a long sip from his soda, basking in one of the rare moments of peace and quiet. A beer would have tasted better after the repairs were done, but he‘d learned from bitter, and costly, experience that one did not raid Kitsune’s beer supply without paying for it.
With interest…
The repairs had taken less time than he’d expected, and while he could have decided to follow the residences on their picnic, he’d elected to stay home, and take the rest of the day off. ‘Not like I want to crash a girls day out anyway,’ he told himself. ‘And I rarely get a chance to relax alone.’ No matter how much he enjoyed the presence of the Hinata Girls, especially Naru, some time by yourself was definitely underrated in Keitaro’s mind. Only thing marring the experience was the weather. It wasn’t a pleasantly warm day, it was a sun-baked scorcher, with hot, still, sultry air, that didn’t allow perspiration to evaporate, making him feel a little sticky.
His relaxation was interrupted when the doorbell rang. ‘Who’s that?’ Keitaro wondered idly. ‘Kitsune and the others would have just come in…’ When the doorbell rang again, Keitaro figured he should probably answer it, rather than speculate who it was. Getting up from the sofa with a wistful sigh, Keitaro made his way to the door and opened it. “May I help you?”
The visitor, a woman who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, gave him a disdainful look before asking, “Is this the Hinata Rooming House?”
“Yes.”
The woman nodded to herself. “Then you must be Keitaro Urashima…”
Keitaro found that the look the woman was giving him was making him uncomfortable. “Yes, I am. Have we met?”
“We haven’t,” the woman replied coldly. “My name’s Yuki. Yuki Maehara.”
“Maehara…” Keitaro repeated, before comprehension hit him. “You’re Shinobu’s mother?”
“Guess you aren’t as dumb as you look,” Yuki replied. “I’m here to settle her accounts.”
Keitaro barely had time to react to the insult, before he automatically started to consider Shinobu’s account. ‘Isn’t she already paid up?’ he wondered. “Please follow me,” he said, turning and heading for the stairs and his room. Upon arriving, Keitaro held the door open for Shinobu’s mother, a gesture she didn’t even acknowledge, before he entered and closed the door behind him. “Tea?”
“Only if you make it quickly, I haven’t much time…”
Put off by the woman’s blatant rudeness, Keitaro deliberately took his time preparing the tea. He took a second to look at the woman closely; now that he knew what to look for, the resemblance to Shinobu was easier to see. The basic facial structure was similar, but the faint lines on the face, plus the perpetual hard expression she seemed to wear, made any close resemblance between the mother and the daughter impossible.
The hair color was the same, but the similarity to Shinobu’s hair went no further than that. Mrs. Maehara apparently had longer hair, but it was tied up in a professional looking manner, and her conservative dark skirt and blouse, combined with only a trace of make-up, reminded Keitaro of the stereotypical image of a librarian. Her manner and demeanor were so cold that Keitaro found himself wondering if ice would even melt in her mouth.
‘Maybe the acorn DOES fall far from the tree from time to time,’ Keitaro pondered, as his guests’ cold and aloof attitude were nothing like Shinobu’s. He handed her a cup of tea, which she accepted with only the slightest of thanks, took his seat, and opened the register that had the financial records of all the residents. He quickly scanned Shinobu’s column, confirming what he’d already suspected. “Sorry for you to have wasted your time, Mrs. Maehara,” he stated. “But Shinobu isn’t in arrears at all. Her accounts paid up to the end of this month, and my records show that her rent’s always been on time.”
Mrs. Maehara paused in taking a sip of her tea and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really…” she said, more to herself than Keitaro. She shook her head ruefully. “What do you know, the bastard actually did something right…”
Keitaro recoiled in surprise. “Excuse me?”
Yuki looked at Keitaro, as if remembering that he was there. “My ex-husband,” she replied, clearly annoyed at having to explain herself to him.
“I see,” Keitaro acknowledged. ‘Well, the register did say that Shinobu came here because of problems at home. That couldn’t have been fun, watching her parents tear into each other.’ But when he reconsidered it, he wondered if Mr. Maehara had only been on the receiving end. Mrs. Maehara seemed to be as pleasant and affable as a rattlesnake, and Keitaro found himself silently sympathizing with Shinobu and her father.
“This tea is terrible...”
“Sorry, it’s all I have,” Keitaro apologized.
Mrs. Maehara took a look around his room. “I shouldn’t have expected much from you.”
Keitaro felt his lips tighten in a frown. ‘No, even rattlesnakes aren’t that unpleasant…’ “I don’t get many guests…” he replied, feeling himself start to get mad. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down.
“No surprise, this place is a dump. Figures my ex would send Shinobu here, instead of somewhere civilized.” She then scowled at Keitaro. “You’re the manager right?” When he nodded, she added, “Shouldn’t you be trying to keep this place livable?”
The barb hit home, and Keitaro gripped his mug tightly, his knuckles turning white. He forced himself to stay civil, so he could hasten this woman’s departure. “Sorry for you to come out here for nothing, but your daughter’s accounts are all up to date.”
Yuki appeared to consider that for a moment before she spoke again. “It’s my fault for being unclear. I’m not just here to settle the account, I’m here to close it.”
“Close it?” repeated Keitaro.
“Yes, close it. I’ll be taking Shinobu away from here today.”
Stunned by the casual pronouncement, it took Keitaro a moment to reply. “A-away? You-you can’t!”
“Oh? Why not?”
“You can’t, she-she belongs here!”
Yuki scoffed at that. “I’m her mother, she belongs with me…”
It was the woman’s air of superiority that Keitaro found to be the most galling. She seemed to know exactly how to get under his skin, say the exact thing that would anger him. The thought of this cold-blooded woman, even if she was her mother, taking Shinobu away, spurred Keitaro to react in a way he would never had otherwise. He narrowed his eyes, and went on the offensive. “Oh? Then why’d you ship her off to here then?” he shot back.
For a second, Mrs. Maehara just stared at Keitaro in shock, looking as surprised as if he spat on her. Then her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and she slammed the mug on table, sloshing it’s contents everywhere. “You weak little bastard!” she shrieked. “How dare you question how I raise my daughter?!”
On most days, the glare she turned on Keitaro would have made him wither instantly, but today it just provided fuel for the fire. This woman’s cold, indifferent attitude to the welfare of her daughter, the sweetest girl he’d ever know, whom he loved like a little sister, infuriated him. “Yeah, I am! Shinobu’s happy here!”
“Happy? My daughter doesn’t even know HOW to be happy, Mister Urashima!” Yuki snapped, her voice dripping with contempt.
“How would you know?” Keitaro hissed back. “You’ve never come to visit her…”
“Shinobu knows how I feel about her, Yuki replied imperiously. “And I know she’s always been too shy to make many friends.”
“Well, she’s done fine here, and I won’t let you take her away…”
“She’s my daughter…”
“Is that why you abandoned her here?”
Yuki went white with fury. “I sent her here to keep her away from the troubles my ex and I were having!” She stood up, trembling with rage. “I won’t take backtalk from some pathetic little bastard like you. I’ve got no idea what my daughter sees in you…”
If he hadn’t been so livid himself, her last comment might have registered with Keitaro. He jumped up, refusing to back down, or let this…bitch…intimidate him. “Pathetic? You’re the one who left her,” he snarled. “And now you’re gonna take her away from her friends? She’s out with them now. They’re more her family than you are,” Keitaro sneered.
If looks could kill, Keitaro would’ve dropped dead on the spot from the look of loathing Yuki gave him. Her teeth were clenched to the point that they could have cracked walnuts, and she looked to be ready to kill Keitaro barehanded. Visibly struggling to stay in control, she rasped, “I’m…taking…my…daughter…away…”
Keitaro took this as a sign of weakness, and moved in for the kill, figuratively, and literally, crossing the room until he was practically in her face, trying to use his slightly taller stature to his advantage. Pleased at the fury he’d been able to inspire, he used what he figured would be his deadliest blow. “You really sure she’s your daughter?” he asked almost conversationally. When Yuki looked at him blankly, he let fly with the piece de resistance. “She’s friendly, cheerful, and fun to have around. Must take after her father…”
“You worthless little shit!” Mrs. Maehara shrieked, causing Keitaro to flinch. Her face was a mask of fury, contempt, bitterness… and something else. Something that Keitaro didn’t recognize right away.
And by the time he did, it was far too late…
In the blink of an eye, Yuki reached up and grabbed Keitaro’s head, and savagely crushed her lips against his, biting them hard, before she forced her tongue between them. She ground her body up against his, causing Keitaro to realize that while she had to be close to twice his age, she was still in fine shape. She broke off the kiss momentarily, looking him straight in the eyes. “Pathetic,” she whispered, before she pressed her lips back to his, effortlessly drawing his tongue into her mouth, and biting it until Keitaro could taste his own blood.
The pain of the bite and the pure contempt in her voice drove Keitaro’s rage to unprecedented heights. He could feel himself quivering, taste his own fury, and he effectively threw the circuit breakers on his higher reasoning, reacting purely on instinct and emotion.
If he’d been able to think clearly, he might have realized that Yuki was deliberately goading him.
Keitaro broke off the kiss and moved his lips to Yuki’s neck, biting her none too gently, like a wolf marking his territory, and wishing that his teeth were sharp enough to draw blood. He wanted to hurt Yuki, to hear her cry out in pain, beg him to stop, but his efforts only prompted a series of guttural moans. Keitaro reached down and grabbed Yuki by her ass, squeezing roughly, before he reached further down and pulled on her upper legs, forcing her up against his now throbbing erection.
Yuki wrapped her legs tightly around Keitaro, bringing her pussy in contact with the bulge in his pants. She stayed there for a few moments, biting Keitaro’s neck, and breathing in short animalistic gasps through clenched teeth. She then let go with her legs and stood in front of Keitaro, roughly groping his erection through his clothes. Looking hard into his eyes, she undid the button and unzipped him, grabbing his cock through his boxers, stroking without delicacy. “Just as I said, you’re a pathetic little man,” Yuki rasped.
Keitaro growled harshly in response, not seeming to notice that the glans of his cock was already wet with pre-cum. Further enraged, he brusquely reached down and yanked up on Yuki’s skirt, hiking it up until it was above her waist. Without any preamble or tenderness, he roughly shoved his right hand into her soaked panties, feeling her sopping wet pussy, practically dripping onto his hand. He could clearly smell her, her musk now strong, as he shoved his two longest fingers inside of her, taking great pleasure when Yuki hissed in response.
“Unh-unnh, unnh, still, a…weak…little…bastard…” Yuki panted, looking at Keitaro with a look of pure contempt, as she pulled his turgid member free of his boxers, stroking him crudely, like an inexperienced schoolgirl.
With a bestial snarl, Keitaro pulled fingers his out, which were now slick with her lube, grabbed her drenched panties, pulling them away harshly. With a quick tearing sound, the flimsy fabric fell away, quickly sliding down Yuki’s left leg, until they came to rest on her foot. Still completely dressed, save for his prick jutting out of his pants, Keitaro quickly scooped Yuki up in his arms and pulled her against himself. Yuki held him in her hand and effortlessly guided Keitaro into her hot, tight, and dripping passage.
Yuki gripped Keitaro tightly with her legs, pulling herself until Keitaro’s cock was completely buried inside of her, causing the two of them to hiss like a nest of vipers. “Fuh-fuck me, you pathetic little bastard,” she rasped, all but sneering at Keitaro. “If you’re man enough…”
Inexplicably furious that Yuki didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by his rough treatment of her, Keitaro was happy to oblige. Taking hold of her ass, he pulled himself almost all of the way out of her incredibly tight pussy, before driving himself back in as violently as he could.
“Uhh… unh… uhh… Is… uhhh… that… unnh… your best?” Yuki asked mockingly. “This… uhh… wouldn’t even… ohh… wake my daughter! I said… unnnh… fuck me you… ohh… bastard!”
Keitaro could feel Yuki’s pussy gripping him, her warm lube coating his throbbing cock, dripping down onto his balls. He picked up his pace, quickening his strokes, determined to make her cry out in pain. But she was too wet, and too experienced for that, and his strokes merely sent sparks of pleasure up both of their spines. “Bitch…” he snarled, trying to anger her, as she had him.
“Can’t get any deeper?” Yuki growled from deep in her throat. “I can… unnh… barely… uhh… feel you…” she rasped in time with Keitaro’s thrusts.
Without breaking his rhythm, Keitaro took two steps and rammed Yuki hard against the wall, moving his hands from her ass to her legs, and letting only his cock hold her against the wall. After taking brief moment to insure his balance, he resumed fucking Yuki, this time with an even deeper stroke, feeling her pussy grip him as he entered, and trying to hold onto him when he pulled back. He looked her straight in the eyes, his face twisted in rage. “Shut… up… you… fucking… bitch!” Every word was punctuated by a sloshing sound and a slap, as he slammed himself balls deep into Shinobu’s mother, still hoping to hear her cry out in pain.
Keitaro could feel the sweat on his forehead, dripping into his eyes, forcing him to blink. The perspiration on his back and chest was making his shirt stick to him, as a small detached part of his mind noticed that it was itching. Yuki’s face was twisted in either pleasure or pain as she glared at Keitaro, as if silently mocking his efforts so far. Keitaro hoped it was the latter. The force of her slamming repeatedly against the wall had undone her hair, letting it fall in an unkempt mass, partially obscuring her features, but not the intense look in her eyes. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Keitaro, her torn panties hanging forgotten from her left ankle, still otherwise completely clothed. Her lubricant was soaking the front of Keitaro’s pants and boxer shorts, causing them to chafe.
“Uhhh… uhh… unh… Even my ex… hunh… uhh… wasn’t this pathetic…” Yuki taunted. “Are you… hooh… even listening? Unnhh… Fuck me!” she screamed in his face.
Grunting savagely, Keitaro called on the last stores of his energy, literally putting everything he had into fucking Yuki. He could feel her pussy clenching at his every stroke, and he was now moving such violence and aggression, that objects hanging on the wall were shaking with his every thrust. He was dimly aware of the sound of breaking glass, and some part of his mind realized that the force of him slamming Yuki against the wall was knocking liquor bottles off of the shelves in Kitsune’s room.
“Faster, faster, faster!” Yuki panted, biting her lower lip. “Uhn… uhh… unnhh… fuck meeee-aaahhh!” With a shrill cry and an intense clenching of her Kegel muscles, Yuki came, rolling her eyes back into her head, and pulling at Keitaro’s shirt so hard she ripped off one of the sleeves.
“BITCH!” Keitaro snarled through clenched teeth, as he came with one last intense thrust, and fired off several jets of his cum deep inside Yuki’s already wet passage, shuddering as the heat passed through his cock like a rocket. He slumped forward, his body pressed against Yuki’s, his legs warning him that they stood a good chance of buckling.
He stayed there for a few minutes feeling his heart rate and breathing slowly returning to normal. Unfortunately for Keitaro, as his body returned to normal, so did his higher reasoning. His breathing, which was slowing down to normal levels, became shuddery, and he felt himself go ashen, despite the normal redistribution of blood. ‘What-what have I done…?’
‘You just fucked Shinobu’s mother,’ the clinical part of his mind noted, as his emotional side was in a state of numbed denial.
Yuki chose that moment to unclasp her legs and attempt to stand on her own. “Get off me, I need to clean up,” she told him coldly.
Keitaro was only barely aware of his now flaccid member sliding out of Yuki, as he numbly stepped back, her brushing by him without so much as a glance, walking to the box of tissues on the dresser, and using a handful of them to clean herself up. When she was satisfied that she was finished, straightened up her clothes, and took a compact out of her purse, and went about making her hair and make-up presentable again. She glanced over at him and seemed surprised that he hadn’t moved. “You going to clean up, or do you want my daughter to see you with your pants unzipped and a wet dick?”
His cheeks flushed with shame, Keitaro couldn’t meet Yuki’s sardonic gaze. He walked over and wordlessly wiped himself off with the tissues, idly noticing that it took a lot more time than it did when he masturbated. The lingering smell of sex hung in the air like smoke, and after he finished cleaning himself and zipping up, he walked over to the windows and opened them, hoping to air out the room.
“Maybe I was wrong,” Yuki remarked casually, grinning at him with all the warmth of an attacking tiger shark. “Maybe you aren’t such a completely pathetic little bastard after all. I guess Shinobu can stay here if she wants…”
“Th-this isn’t… happening…” Keitaro stammered, his head spinning as he tried to comprehend what had just occurred.
“Shut up,” Yuki rebuked him. “If you wanna break down, wait till I leave. You wouldn’t want me changing my mind about Shinobu, would you?”
Keitaro had burned up all of his anger, and could only stare at Yuki Maehara with quiet horror. He watched as she lifted up her left leg and plucked her torn panties from her ankle. She looked at them clinically for a moment, and then tossed them at Keitaro, who caught them by reflex only. “Here, keep them as a souvenir…”
Keitaro’s mouth moved, but he wasn’t able to make himself speak.
“Who knows?” Yuki continued. “I might just come back for them one day…” With that, she turned around and walked out on Keitaro as unceremoniously as she’d entered his life.
Keitaro’s stomach began to lurch, and he rushed to the garbage pail, the same one they’d tossed the used tissues into, and threw up violently, the taste of bile actually preferable to the taste of shame, in Keitaro’s opinion. It also masked the smell of sexual activity and he was grateful for that. He looked at Yuki’s discarded panties, which he’d torn in a moment of madness. He considered tossing these in the trash as well, but then he remembered her final words.
If she ever made good on that threat, and he didn’t have them…
Thinking of the possible consequences almost made him vomit again, but there was nothing left in his stomach to purge.
With a listless gait, Keitaro left his room and trudged towards his bath, reminding himself to do his own laundry after his bath.
But even though he was in the bath until he was as wrinkled as a prune, and used an entire bar of soap washing himself, he wasn’t able to make himself feel clean again.
The End? or To Be Continued?
Pre-read for this was done by Rx7.
I don’t own this story and I don’t make any money off of it. If you sue me, give me a number and I’ll fax you the cash.
C+C is welcome at hawker_748@hotmail.com.
“X” Spoken words
‘X’ Thoughts
Lemon Warning: This fic contains strong language and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Love Hina:
Blizzard
Hinata House lost some of its charm when it was empty, Keitaro decided. Without the residents, the natural energy of the residence was diminished, making it seem more like the simple rooming house it was. Keitaro was home alone this beautiful summers day, the other residents having been effectively dragged off by Kitsune and Su. The two of them had decided that it was a beautiful day for a picnic, and thus, everyone would go on one. Naru and Motoko had been effectively shanghaied, their protestations about having other things to do falling on deaf ears.
‘Only reason that I didn’t get dragged along was the repairs I had to make to the roof,’ Keitaro reflected. Even that wouldn’t have been enough, had there not been rain forecast for the evening. He lounged on the sofa in the living room, taking a long sip from his soda, basking in one of the rare moments of peace and quiet. A beer would have tasted better after the repairs were done, but he‘d learned from bitter, and costly, experience that one did not raid Kitsune’s beer supply without paying for it.
With interest…
The repairs had taken less time than he’d expected, and while he could have decided to follow the residences on their picnic, he’d elected to stay home, and take the rest of the day off. ‘Not like I want to crash a girls day out anyway,’ he told himself. ‘And I rarely get a chance to relax alone.’ No matter how much he enjoyed the presence of the Hinata Girls, especially Naru, some time by yourself was definitely underrated in Keitaro’s mind. Only thing marring the experience was the weather. It wasn’t a pleasantly warm day, it was a sun-baked scorcher, with hot, still, sultry air, that didn’t allow perspiration to evaporate, making him feel a little sticky.
His relaxation was interrupted when the doorbell rang. ‘Who’s that?’ Keitaro wondered idly. ‘Kitsune and the others would have just come in…’ When the doorbell rang again, Keitaro figured he should probably answer it, rather than speculate who it was. Getting up from the sofa with a wistful sigh, Keitaro made his way to the door and opened it. “May I help you?”
The visitor, a woman who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, gave him a disdainful look before asking, “Is this the Hinata Rooming House?”
“Yes.”
The woman nodded to herself. “Then you must be Keitaro Urashima…”
Keitaro found that the look the woman was giving him was making him uncomfortable. “Yes, I am. Have we met?”
“We haven’t,” the woman replied coldly. “My name’s Yuki. Yuki Maehara.”
“Maehara…” Keitaro repeated, before comprehension hit him. “You’re Shinobu’s mother?”
“Guess you aren’t as dumb as you look,” Yuki replied. “I’m here to settle her accounts.”
Keitaro barely had time to react to the insult, before he automatically started to consider Shinobu’s account. ‘Isn’t she already paid up?’ he wondered. “Please follow me,” he said, turning and heading for the stairs and his room. Upon arriving, Keitaro held the door open for Shinobu’s mother, a gesture she didn’t even acknowledge, before he entered and closed the door behind him. “Tea?”
“Only if you make it quickly, I haven’t much time…”
Put off by the woman’s blatant rudeness, Keitaro deliberately took his time preparing the tea. He took a second to look at the woman closely; now that he knew what to look for, the resemblance to Shinobu was easier to see. The basic facial structure was similar, but the faint lines on the face, plus the perpetual hard expression she seemed to wear, made any close resemblance between the mother and the daughter impossible.
The hair color was the same, but the similarity to Shinobu’s hair went no further than that. Mrs. Maehara apparently had longer hair, but it was tied up in a professional looking manner, and her conservative dark skirt and blouse, combined with only a trace of make-up, reminded Keitaro of the stereotypical image of a librarian. Her manner and demeanor were so cold that Keitaro found himself wondering if ice would even melt in her mouth.
‘Maybe the acorn DOES fall far from the tree from time to time,’ Keitaro pondered, as his guests’ cold and aloof attitude were nothing like Shinobu’s. He handed her a cup of tea, which she accepted with only the slightest of thanks, took his seat, and opened the register that had the financial records of all the residents. He quickly scanned Shinobu’s column, confirming what he’d already suspected. “Sorry for you to have wasted your time, Mrs. Maehara,” he stated. “But Shinobu isn’t in arrears at all. Her accounts paid up to the end of this month, and my records show that her rent’s always been on time.”
Mrs. Maehara paused in taking a sip of her tea and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really…” she said, more to herself than Keitaro. She shook her head ruefully. “What do you know, the bastard actually did something right…”
Keitaro recoiled in surprise. “Excuse me?”
Yuki looked at Keitaro, as if remembering that he was there. “My ex-husband,” she replied, clearly annoyed at having to explain herself to him.
“I see,” Keitaro acknowledged. ‘Well, the register did say that Shinobu came here because of problems at home. That couldn’t have been fun, watching her parents tear into each other.’ But when he reconsidered it, he wondered if Mr. Maehara had only been on the receiving end. Mrs. Maehara seemed to be as pleasant and affable as a rattlesnake, and Keitaro found himself silently sympathizing with Shinobu and her father.
“This tea is terrible...”
“Sorry, it’s all I have,” Keitaro apologized.
Mrs. Maehara took a look around his room. “I shouldn’t have expected much from you.”
Keitaro felt his lips tighten in a frown. ‘No, even rattlesnakes aren’t that unpleasant…’ “I don’t get many guests…” he replied, feeling himself start to get mad. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down.
“No surprise, this place is a dump. Figures my ex would send Shinobu here, instead of somewhere civilized.” She then scowled at Keitaro. “You’re the manager right?” When he nodded, she added, “Shouldn’t you be trying to keep this place livable?”
The barb hit home, and Keitaro gripped his mug tightly, his knuckles turning white. He forced himself to stay civil, so he could hasten this woman’s departure. “Sorry for you to come out here for nothing, but your daughter’s accounts are all up to date.”
Yuki appeared to consider that for a moment before she spoke again. “It’s my fault for being unclear. I’m not just here to settle the account, I’m here to close it.”
“Close it?” repeated Keitaro.
“Yes, close it. I’ll be taking Shinobu away from here today.”
Stunned by the casual pronouncement, it took Keitaro a moment to reply. “A-away? You-you can’t!”
“Oh? Why not?”
“You can’t, she-she belongs here!”
Yuki scoffed at that. “I’m her mother, she belongs with me…”
It was the woman’s air of superiority that Keitaro found to be the most galling. She seemed to know exactly how to get under his skin, say the exact thing that would anger him. The thought of this cold-blooded woman, even if she was her mother, taking Shinobu away, spurred Keitaro to react in a way he would never had otherwise. He narrowed his eyes, and went on the offensive. “Oh? Then why’d you ship her off to here then?” he shot back.
For a second, Mrs. Maehara just stared at Keitaro in shock, looking as surprised as if he spat on her. Then her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and she slammed the mug on table, sloshing it’s contents everywhere. “You weak little bastard!” she shrieked. “How dare you question how I raise my daughter?!”
On most days, the glare she turned on Keitaro would have made him wither instantly, but today it just provided fuel for the fire. This woman’s cold, indifferent attitude to the welfare of her daughter, the sweetest girl he’d ever know, whom he loved like a little sister, infuriated him. “Yeah, I am! Shinobu’s happy here!”
“Happy? My daughter doesn’t even know HOW to be happy, Mister Urashima!” Yuki snapped, her voice dripping with contempt.
“How would you know?” Keitaro hissed back. “You’ve never come to visit her…”
“Shinobu knows how I feel about her, Yuki replied imperiously. “And I know she’s always been too shy to make many friends.”
“Well, she’s done fine here, and I won’t let you take her away…”
“She’s my daughter…”
“Is that why you abandoned her here?”
Yuki went white with fury. “I sent her here to keep her away from the troubles my ex and I were having!” She stood up, trembling with rage. “I won’t take backtalk from some pathetic little bastard like you. I’ve got no idea what my daughter sees in you…”
If he hadn’t been so livid himself, her last comment might have registered with Keitaro. He jumped up, refusing to back down, or let this…bitch…intimidate him. “Pathetic? You’re the one who left her,” he snarled. “And now you’re gonna take her away from her friends? She’s out with them now. They’re more her family than you are,” Keitaro sneered.
If looks could kill, Keitaro would’ve dropped dead on the spot from the look of loathing Yuki gave him. Her teeth were clenched to the point that they could have cracked walnuts, and she looked to be ready to kill Keitaro barehanded. Visibly struggling to stay in control, she rasped, “I’m…taking…my…daughter…away…”
Keitaro took this as a sign of weakness, and moved in for the kill, figuratively, and literally, crossing the room until he was practically in her face, trying to use his slightly taller stature to his advantage. Pleased at the fury he’d been able to inspire, he used what he figured would be his deadliest blow. “You really sure she’s your daughter?” he asked almost conversationally. When Yuki looked at him blankly, he let fly with the piece de resistance. “She’s friendly, cheerful, and fun to have around. Must take after her father…”
“You worthless little shit!” Mrs. Maehara shrieked, causing Keitaro to flinch. Her face was a mask of fury, contempt, bitterness… and something else. Something that Keitaro didn’t recognize right away.
And by the time he did, it was far too late…
In the blink of an eye, Yuki reached up and grabbed Keitaro’s head, and savagely crushed her lips against his, biting them hard, before she forced her tongue between them. She ground her body up against his, causing Keitaro to realize that while she had to be close to twice his age, she was still in fine shape. She broke off the kiss momentarily, looking him straight in the eyes. “Pathetic,” she whispered, before she pressed her lips back to his, effortlessly drawing his tongue into her mouth, and biting it until Keitaro could taste his own blood.
The pain of the bite and the pure contempt in her voice drove Keitaro’s rage to unprecedented heights. He could feel himself quivering, taste his own fury, and he effectively threw the circuit breakers on his higher reasoning, reacting purely on instinct and emotion.
If he’d been able to think clearly, he might have realized that Yuki was deliberately goading him.
Keitaro broke off the kiss and moved his lips to Yuki’s neck, biting her none too gently, like a wolf marking his territory, and wishing that his teeth were sharp enough to draw blood. He wanted to hurt Yuki, to hear her cry out in pain, beg him to stop, but his efforts only prompted a series of guttural moans. Keitaro reached down and grabbed Yuki by her ass, squeezing roughly, before he reached further down and pulled on her upper legs, forcing her up against his now throbbing erection.
Yuki wrapped her legs tightly around Keitaro, bringing her pussy in contact with the bulge in his pants. She stayed there for a few moments, biting Keitaro’s neck, and breathing in short animalistic gasps through clenched teeth. She then let go with her legs and stood in front of Keitaro, roughly groping his erection through his clothes. Looking hard into his eyes, she undid the button and unzipped him, grabbing his cock through his boxers, stroking without delicacy. “Just as I said, you’re a pathetic little man,” Yuki rasped.
Keitaro growled harshly in response, not seeming to notice that the glans of his cock was already wet with pre-cum. Further enraged, he brusquely reached down and yanked up on Yuki’s skirt, hiking it up until it was above her waist. Without any preamble or tenderness, he roughly shoved his right hand into her soaked panties, feeling her sopping wet pussy, practically dripping onto his hand. He could clearly smell her, her musk now strong, as he shoved his two longest fingers inside of her, taking great pleasure when Yuki hissed in response.
“Unh-unnh, unnh, still, a…weak…little…bastard…” Yuki panted, looking at Keitaro with a look of pure contempt, as she pulled his turgid member free of his boxers, stroking him crudely, like an inexperienced schoolgirl.
With a bestial snarl, Keitaro pulled fingers his out, which were now slick with her lube, grabbed her drenched panties, pulling them away harshly. With a quick tearing sound, the flimsy fabric fell away, quickly sliding down Yuki’s left leg, until they came to rest on her foot. Still completely dressed, save for his prick jutting out of his pants, Keitaro quickly scooped Yuki up in his arms and pulled her against himself. Yuki held him in her hand and effortlessly guided Keitaro into her hot, tight, and dripping passage.
Yuki gripped Keitaro tightly with her legs, pulling herself until Keitaro’s cock was completely buried inside of her, causing the two of them to hiss like a nest of vipers. “Fuh-fuck me, you pathetic little bastard,” she rasped, all but sneering at Keitaro. “If you’re man enough…”
Inexplicably furious that Yuki didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by his rough treatment of her, Keitaro was happy to oblige. Taking hold of her ass, he pulled himself almost all of the way out of her incredibly tight pussy, before driving himself back in as violently as he could.
“Uhh… unh… uhh… Is… uhhh… that… unnh… your best?” Yuki asked mockingly. “This… uhh… wouldn’t even… ohh… wake my daughter! I said… unnnh… fuck me you… ohh… bastard!”
Keitaro could feel Yuki’s pussy gripping him, her warm lube coating his throbbing cock, dripping down onto his balls. He picked up his pace, quickening his strokes, determined to make her cry out in pain. But she was too wet, and too experienced for that, and his strokes merely sent sparks of pleasure up both of their spines. “Bitch…” he snarled, trying to anger her, as she had him.
“Can’t get any deeper?” Yuki growled from deep in her throat. “I can… unnh… barely… uhh… feel you…” she rasped in time with Keitaro’s thrusts.
Without breaking his rhythm, Keitaro took two steps and rammed Yuki hard against the wall, moving his hands from her ass to her legs, and letting only his cock hold her against the wall. After taking brief moment to insure his balance, he resumed fucking Yuki, this time with an even deeper stroke, feeling her pussy grip him as he entered, and trying to hold onto him when he pulled back. He looked her straight in the eyes, his face twisted in rage. “Shut… up… you… fucking… bitch!” Every word was punctuated by a sloshing sound and a slap, as he slammed himself balls deep into Shinobu’s mother, still hoping to hear her cry out in pain.
Keitaro could feel the sweat on his forehead, dripping into his eyes, forcing him to blink. The perspiration on his back and chest was making his shirt stick to him, as a small detached part of his mind noticed that it was itching. Yuki’s face was twisted in either pleasure or pain as she glared at Keitaro, as if silently mocking his efforts so far. Keitaro hoped it was the latter. The force of her slamming repeatedly against the wall had undone her hair, letting it fall in an unkempt mass, partially obscuring her features, but not the intense look in her eyes. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Keitaro, her torn panties hanging forgotten from her left ankle, still otherwise completely clothed. Her lubricant was soaking the front of Keitaro’s pants and boxer shorts, causing them to chafe.
“Uhhh… uhh… unh… Even my ex… hunh… uhh… wasn’t this pathetic…” Yuki taunted. “Are you… hooh… even listening? Unnhh… Fuck me!” she screamed in his face.
Grunting savagely, Keitaro called on the last stores of his energy, literally putting everything he had into fucking Yuki. He could feel her pussy clenching at his every stroke, and he was now moving such violence and aggression, that objects hanging on the wall were shaking with his every thrust. He was dimly aware of the sound of breaking glass, and some part of his mind realized that the force of him slamming Yuki against the wall was knocking liquor bottles off of the shelves in Kitsune’s room.
“Faster, faster, faster!” Yuki panted, biting her lower lip. “Uhn… uhh… unnhh… fuck meeee-aaahhh!” With a shrill cry and an intense clenching of her Kegel muscles, Yuki came, rolling her eyes back into her head, and pulling at Keitaro’s shirt so hard she ripped off one of the sleeves.
“BITCH!” Keitaro snarled through clenched teeth, as he came with one last intense thrust, and fired off several jets of his cum deep inside Yuki’s already wet passage, shuddering as the heat passed through his cock like a rocket. He slumped forward, his body pressed against Yuki’s, his legs warning him that they stood a good chance of buckling.
He stayed there for a few minutes feeling his heart rate and breathing slowly returning to normal. Unfortunately for Keitaro, as his body returned to normal, so did his higher reasoning. His breathing, which was slowing down to normal levels, became shuddery, and he felt himself go ashen, despite the normal redistribution of blood. ‘What-what have I done…?’
‘You just fucked Shinobu’s mother,’ the clinical part of his mind noted, as his emotional side was in a state of numbed denial.
Yuki chose that moment to unclasp her legs and attempt to stand on her own. “Get off me, I need to clean up,” she told him coldly.
Keitaro was only barely aware of his now flaccid member sliding out of Yuki, as he numbly stepped back, her brushing by him without so much as a glance, walking to the box of tissues on the dresser, and using a handful of them to clean herself up. When she was satisfied that she was finished, straightened up her clothes, and took a compact out of her purse, and went about making her hair and make-up presentable again. She glanced over at him and seemed surprised that he hadn’t moved. “You going to clean up, or do you want my daughter to see you with your pants unzipped and a wet dick?”
His cheeks flushed with shame, Keitaro couldn’t meet Yuki’s sardonic gaze. He walked over and wordlessly wiped himself off with the tissues, idly noticing that it took a lot more time than it did when he masturbated. The lingering smell of sex hung in the air like smoke, and after he finished cleaning himself and zipping up, he walked over to the windows and opened them, hoping to air out the room.
“Maybe I was wrong,” Yuki remarked casually, grinning at him with all the warmth of an attacking tiger shark. “Maybe you aren’t such a completely pathetic little bastard after all. I guess Shinobu can stay here if she wants…”
“Th-this isn’t… happening…” Keitaro stammered, his head spinning as he tried to comprehend what had just occurred.
“Shut up,” Yuki rebuked him. “If you wanna break down, wait till I leave. You wouldn’t want me changing my mind about Shinobu, would you?”
Keitaro had burned up all of his anger, and could only stare at Yuki Maehara with quiet horror. He watched as she lifted up her left leg and plucked her torn panties from her ankle. She looked at them clinically for a moment, and then tossed them at Keitaro, who caught them by reflex only. “Here, keep them as a souvenir…”
Keitaro’s mouth moved, but he wasn’t able to make himself speak.
“Who knows?” Yuki continued. “I might just come back for them one day…” With that, she turned around and walked out on Keitaro as unceremoniously as she’d entered his life.
Keitaro’s stomach began to lurch, and he rushed to the garbage pail, the same one they’d tossed the used tissues into, and threw up violently, the taste of bile actually preferable to the taste of shame, in Keitaro’s opinion. It also masked the smell of sexual activity and he was grateful for that. He looked at Yuki’s discarded panties, which he’d torn in a moment of madness. He considered tossing these in the trash as well, but then he remembered her final words.
If she ever made good on that threat, and he didn’t have them…
Thinking of the possible consequences almost made him vomit again, but there was nothing left in his stomach to purge.
With a listless gait, Keitaro left his room and trudged towards his bath, reminding himself to do his own laundry after his bath.
But even though he was in the bath until he was as wrinkled as a prune, and used an entire bar of soap washing himself, he wasn’t able to make himself feel clean again.
The End? or To Be Continued?
Pre-read for this was done by Rx7.