Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Blizzard ❯ Listless ( Chapter 2 )
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By: hawker_748 
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.02.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 4.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.02.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 4.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
C+C is welcome at hawker_748@hotmail.com.
“X” Spoken words
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Lemon Warning: This fic contains strong language and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Love Hina:
Blizzard
Chapter Two: Listless
“Okay Keitaro, I know what you did, just admit it!”
Keitaro felt himself go pale. “Excuse me?” he whispered, trying to keep from trembling at Kitsune‘s sharp, accusing tone.
“I know what happened while we were gone, don’t try to deny it” Kitsune warned over the kitchen table.
‘She-she knows?’ a horrified Keitaro thought. ‘H-how? I-I cleaned up, didn’t I?’ he asked himself frantically. Keitaro had cleaned himself for over an hour in his bath, before washing the clothes he’d been wearing in hot water with extra soap, twice, opening his windows and then running a fan in his room. He’d then desperately wiped down the wall he’d pinned Yuki to and the floor as well, and washed and dried the mug she’d used for tea.
He’d triple bagged the contents of the wastebasket, and washed it out with bleach, hoping to kill any residual odor. In a last, frantic move, when he’d seen the residents coming up the stairs through his window, he sprayed an entire can of air freshener in his room, and it now reeked of Potpourri. Not his first choice of scent, but he would have been willing to leave a dead cat in his room if it would have kept the scent of sex from reaching the residents.
And now, despite his manic efforts, Kitsune had figured it out. “What did I do?” he asked faintly, not willing to give up without at least a token effort to save himself.
“You went into my booze!”
Keitaro felt his heart skip a beat. “Your-your booze?”
“Yeah, my booze! You broke three bottles of my good scotch! What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Keitaro briefly got a distant look in his eyes, recalling the sound of breaking glass as he slammed Yuki against the wall. ‘I forgot all about that,’ he realized. Shaking his head to clear away the memory, Keitaro tried to make himself look guilty, which wasn’t very hard, and apologized. “I’m sorry Kitsune. I-I wanted to try something new, and I got careless, knocked a few over and panicked. I’ll replace them…”
“Of course you will,” Kitsune replied with a grin. “Because you stupidly thought I wouldn’t notice, you’ll have to buy me six bottles of good scotch. Glenlivet or Macallan will do, I’m not too fussy…” Kitsune smirked at how things had turned out. All that had been broken were three bottles of rotgut whiskey, stuff even she was reluctant to drink, and now she’d get the good stuff gratis. It was nice to have a clumsy landlord who didn’t know good booze from bad…
“Right. Six. I’ll pick ‘em up tomorrow…”
Kitsune opened her eyes in surprise. ‘Just like that?’ she wondered. ‘No complaining or futile arguments? Damn, if I’d known he’d fold that easy, I’d have asked for twelve bottles.’
Kitsune wasn’t the only one to notice Keitaro’s lack of resistance. “Are you okay Keitaro?” Naru asked.
“Yeah sempai, you look a little pale,” added Shinobu.
“I-I’m just a little-” Keitaro almost used the word ‘spent.’ “Tired, that’s all. It was hot on the roof today…”
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Naru insisted, concerned for her… study partner.
“I’m just going to go to bed early, that’s all. It’s been a difficult day.”
“Sleep well sempai.”
Keitaro took a moment to take a look at Shinobu. She looked so cute, innocent, and guileless, he wondered how she could be Yuki’s daughter. ‘I hope you never end up like your mother,’ he wished silently.
But before he could stop himself, Keitaro felt himself giving Shinobu’s form a discrete once over. As his eyes traced the outline of her body, and he found himself wondering how it compared to Yuki’s. ‘Her breasts probably look like her mother’s…’ Keitaro felt himself go cold when he finished the thought, and he was horrified to realize that he was pondering whether or not their lips would taste the same.
“Good night Shinobu, all of you, see you in the morning,” he said, using all of his willpower to keep how shaken he was out of his voice. He bolted upstairs, sending off silent prayers that he would never have thoughts like that again.
***
For the next week, Keitaro made an effort to avoid interacting with the residents where ever possible, citing work that he had to do, and that he was feeling under the weather. He found it especially difficult to meet Shinobu’s eyes, as he was reminded of what he’d done every time he saw her. He also had difficulty accepting that innocent little Shinobu could possibly have someone as cold as Yuki in her family, never mind being her mother.
Despite his attempts to keep what he was feeling from the other residents, Keitaro couldn’t keep them from noticing his diminished appetite or his reluctance to talk unless it was absolutely necessary. He was distant at the dinner table, his eyes on the residents, but not really seeing them, images of his transgression plaguing him. His food intake dropped noticeably, despite Shinobu cooking things that she knew he liked. No matter how appetizing the meal looked or smelled, Keitaro couldn’t eat more than a couple bites before he lost all interest in it.
He’d force himself to eat a little more, to keep Shinobu and the others from becoming too concerned, but the food seemed to turn to concrete in his stomach. When pressed, Keitaro would say that the heat killed his hunger and that appeared to mollify the concerns of the others, but he knew that if he didn’t get over this, the girls would start asking questions, questions he really didn’t want to have to answer.
Finally, after over a week of merely picking at his food, his behavior was too much for Shinobu to ignore. As they were finishing lunch, she asked Keitaro, who had eaten three or four forkfuls of the chicken stir-fry she’d cooked especially for him, “Sempai, what’s wrong? You’re hardly eating…”
Keitaro closed his eyes, silently wishing that he could simply force the food down to put an end to his erratic behavior, but he’d found that if he tried that, his stomach would probably try to eject its contents. “It-it’s just the weather Shinobu… Heat always cuts my appetite,” he tried to reassure her.
“Are you sure sempai?” she asked again. “Last summer you were eating enough…”
“I’m fine. Really. Maybe I’m just coming down with a bug, that’s all.”
“You should see a doctor then sempai. It’s not good if you-”
“I’m all right!” Keitaro snapped without intending to. He winced at the hurt look on her face, as well as the narrowed eyes of the others. He let out a deep breath. “I-I’m sorry Shinobu, that was rude of me,” he apologized. “Everything‘s good - it always is when you cook… I-I’m just not hungry.” He sighed before continuing. “Maybe I will go see a doctor,” he told the resident chef.
“Really?”
Shinobu’s timid question and hopeful expression made Keitaro feel like a complete jerk for snapping at her. “I’m sorry Shinobu, I’m not myself today. I’ll go see a doctor,” he reassured her. Truthfully, Keitaro had no intention of seeking medical attention, but his statement put Shinobu at ease, and the other residents were looking a little relieved as well. He forced himself to swallow down a little more food, before he excused himself. Heading to the door, he put on his shoes and a light windbreaker, and walked into the city.
The walk did calm Keitaro down a little, the same way that pacing worked when he was fidgety. At least walking allowed him to burn off some of his nervous energy, and maybe the fresh air would do him some good. ‘Heh. Fresh air…’ he thought to himself with a shake of his head. The faint, but still noticeable odors of asphalt and exhaust fumes wafted into his nose. ‘If I really wanted fresh air, I shoulda stayed at Hinata House.’
Letting himself flow along with the other pedestrians, Keitaro followed no set course, content to kill time with the walk. He did pause in front of a display window, blushing when he belatedly realized that it was a lingerie shop. Not wanting to be thought of as ogling the display, Keitaro turned to walk away, when a sharp voice seized his attention. “See something you want Keitaro?”
Feeling a cold ball forming in the pit of his stomach, Keitaro went pale. ‘Yuki…’ Moving with trepidation, Keitaro turned to face her, but her appearance made him come up short. “You’re a nurse?” he asked dumbly, staring at her white uniform and cap.
“No, I’m actually a stripper,” Yuki replied coldly. “Like my costume? I enjoy wearing it when I walk to the different bars where I dance… Of course I’m a nurse, you dimwit…”
Her insult brought Keitaro’s anger back to the surface. “Fuck you,” he hissed.
“You already did, remember?” Yuki motioned to the baby doll and thong clad mannequin in the window. “Imagining me wearing that? Or perhaps my daughter?”
Keitaro felt himself go white at that remark, which hit closer to home than Keitaro would ever admit, his rage surging, tempered only with the knowledge of what had happened the last time. He walked right up to Yuki, glaring into her coldly smirking visage. “You stay the fuck away from me, got it?” he seethed.
Yuki let out a malicious chuckle. “My, Keitaro, you can’t even talk to me without saying ‘fuck,’ can you…?”
Keitaro recoiled. She’d said that loud enough that a few passers-by had turned their heads in surprise. Mortified by the unwanted attention they were drawing, Keitaro rasped, “Are you insane?”
Yuki, who appeared to possess absolutely no shame whatsoever, continued as if he hadn’t even spoken. “I bet you’ve dreamed of fucking me every night since…” By now, some pedestrians had actually stopped walking, and were watching the exchange with frank interest.
When a nun gave him a particularly scathing look, Keitaro wished with all his heart that he could vanish into thin air. He had to make this a private conversation, or somehow word of it would get back to Hinata house. Keitaro had no idea how it would happen, only with absolute certainty that it would. Grabbing Yuki firmly by the wrist, he all but dragged her down the nearest alley, trying to ignore the encouraging shouts of some of the pedestrians.
The two of them made their way down the alley until the reached the back of the building, Keitaro straining to maintain his composure until the two of them were alone. After taking a quick look around to assure that they hadn’t been followed by curious onlookers, Keitaro turned on Yuki. “What the fuck are you doing, you bitch?” He would have never used that type of language against any other woman.
As she casually leaned against a parked car, Yuki crossed her arms under her breasts and smiled coldly at him. “Why so embarrassed? You weren’t that timid when you rammed your dick into me…” she taunted.
Keitaro could feel his jaw muscles jumping. “Don’t you EVER mention that, and never set foot in Hinata House again! Do you understand me, you bitch?” he snarled through clenched teeth. Keitaro was cursing himself for letting himself worked up again, and angrier that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to simply turn around and run when he’d sighted her.
But what he was most angry about, was that he could feel himself getting hard, in spite of his best efforts to control it.
Yuki cast her eyes downward to his groin, letting out a mocking chuckle. She pushed herself off of the car and took a step to close the distance between them. Without warning, her hand shot out and roughly grabbed the growing bulge in Keitaro’s pants, squeezing without gentleness. “You’re still a weak little man Keitaro.” She then grabbed Keitaro by the front of his jacket, took a step back and pulled hard, yanking him against her, pressing the both of them up against the front right quarter panel of the car.
Before Keitaro could react, Yuki quickly opened his jacket and slid it off of his shoulders, causing it to fall to the ground with a soft rustle. She then reached up with her left hand and tugged at the collar of Keitaro’s shirt, biting the now exposed skin, as her right hand was roughly shoved into the front of his pants, into his boxers, and gripping his now fully erect cock.
Keitaro heard himself hiss in disapproval at the intrusion, but he found that it was harder to resist than he expected. Part of him was saying that he should shove Yuki away as hard as he could and storm out of the alley in disgust, but his recently awakened primal nature had completely different ideas. The two polar opposites clashed briefly, and Keitaro found, to the horror of his conscience, that this time it was easier to beat the voice of restraint into submission. With a throaty growl, Keitaro reached down and hiked up the edge of Yuki’s nurses uniform.
Letting go of Keitaro’s shirt, Yuki used her left hand to push herself until she was sitting on the hood of the parked car. Spreading her legs, she wrapped them around Keitaro’s waist, her left hand now undoing the buttons of her uniform, and her right hand pulling her panties down .
They were identical to the pair that he’d torn off and now had carefully hidden in the back of his closet, Keitaro noted. He knew that holding on to them was potentially suicidal, but he was more frightened by what might happen if he’d discarded them, and Yuki made good on her threat to retrieve them one day.
When she had managed to undo the buttons of her uniform, Keitaro separated the halves of fabric, and placed his hands on Yuki’s breasts through her bra, squeezing them as if he was trying to crush one of Kitsune’s beer cans, taking great pleasure when she cried out in response.
Yuki savagely crushed her lips against Keitaro’s, forcing her tongue between them, pulling it back before he had a chance to bite down on it. She bit his lower lip, holding it between her teeth as she pulled back, stretching it painfully, before she let it snap back.
Through the haze that was now clouding his thoughts, Keitaro could feel Yuki unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper down. Using her stocking clad feet, Yuki unceremoniously pushed down his pants, then his boxers, to his knees, before she took his throbbing cock in her right hand, stroking it roughly, while her left hand squeezed his balls.
Keitaro roughly shoved Yuki onto her back, her head striking the hood with a clang!, before he brusquely pushed her bra up, exposing her small, mature, but still rather perky breasts. Moving his gaze downward, Keitaro was able to note that the neatly trimmed hair above Yuki’s pussy matched the hair on her head. He ran his right middle finger along the length of her slit, surprised at just how wet she was.
“Go ahead, use your finger or cock, doesn’t matter,” Yuki rasped. “Won’t be able to feel either of them anyway…”
Part of Keitaro knew that she was trying to provoke him, but most of him didn’t care. Lifting Yuki’s legs so that her ankles were resting on his shoulders, he positioned himself so that the tip of his cock was just penetrating her wet, hot, and swollen, pussy lips. He growled ferally at the feel of her warmth just within his reach.
“Fuck me, you weak little man,” Yuki sneered. “Maybe I will be able to feel- Unnh!”
Keitaro had grabbed Yuki’s waist, and had forced his cock inside of her as far as he could reach. Without a moments hesitation, he pulled himself almost completely out before savagely pushing himself back in, causing the car to rock. “Not… very… tight…” Keitaro grunted, this time trying to anger her. “You… could… fit a… watermelon… Hunnh!” he cried out surprise, as Yuki’s pussy had clamped down on him, making it feel as if she was trying to milk him, and giving lie to his insult.
For several minutes, there were no sounds, save for their breathing, and the squeaking of the car’s suspension, as Keitaro continued to fuck Yuki, giving the car’s shocks more work than its owner ever had.
“Unnh… unh… hunh… ohm… You’re… lasting… longer… this time…” Yuki gasped out between Keitaro’s thrusts. “Been… uhn… uhh… thinking… unh… unh… of me… unnh… uhhh… when you… uhn… uhhn… jack off…?”
Maddened by Yuki’s taunt, Keitaro grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could, before he pinched her dark nipples tightly between his thumb and forefingers, prompting a deep moan in response. He couldn’t suppress his own gasp when he felt Yuki gripping him tighter with each stroke, her slippery passage still able to produce incredible friction.
Yuki propped herself up on her elbows, giving Keitaro the look of contempt she’d worn the last time they’d fucked. He noticed that she seemed to be breathing harder this time, and her face was flushed, but when she talked it sounded as if she was having trouble staying awake. “I was… right… your… finger… would’ve… been… like… this…” She mocked in time with Keitaro’s thrusts.
Snarling, Keitaro moved his head down and bit Yuki’s left breast until she cried out in response. Taking immense satisfaction from this, Keitaro increased the pace and depth of his strokes, feeling Yuki’s wetness matting down his own pubic hair, and a clinical portion of his mind reasoned that the hood of the car was going to have a puddle of her lube on it by the time they finished.
By now every thrust caused a slurping sound followed by a slap as Keitaro ended all pretense of restraint, fucking Yuki with all of the animalistic fury he could muster. The squeaking and rattling of the cars suspension provided a mechanical counterpoint to the organic sounds of sex, and all of the sounds were heading for a crescendo. “Unh… uhh… Are… you… even… uhn… ahhh… trying? I… unh… said… uhh… fuck… unnh… me…” hissed Yuki, still glaring contemptuously at Keitaro.
Keitaro stared at Yuki, loathing palpable on his face, as he called on reserves that he didn’t even know he had, trying to get a reaction from this ice-cold bitch, but her expression never wavered. Despite his best efforts, Keitaro could feel himself reaching the end of his endurance. While ‘ice-cold’ may have perfectly described Yuki’s personality and attitude, it was a complete falsehood to describe how her body felt to Keitaro when he was inside her.
Finally, Yuki’s façade began to slip, as her breathing became more ragged, her facial flush deepened, and her expression was contorted as she reached the brink of orgasm. With a guttural cry, Keitaro stood on his toes in an effort to get even a little bit further inside of Yuki.
“Huhn… unnh… fuck me… uhh… unnh…” Clenching her eyes closed, Yuki let out a deep groan as her head rolled back, coming to rest on the painted metal of the hood.
The spasms of Yuki’s pussy when she came, finally succeeded in milking the cum from Keitaro’s balls. He fired jet after jet of his hot seed deep into Yuki, shuddering all the while, until he was spent, and his cock began to deflate. Covered in a sheen of sweat, Keitaro once again felt the shame rise as his thinking became clearer. What disturbed him the most though, was the fact that the shame didn’t seem as deep and profound as it had been the last time.
His ruminations were interrupted when Yuki placed the soles of her feet on his chest and effortlessly pushed him back. Sitting up, she took some tissues out of her purse and casually cleaned herself up, as calmly as if she was dabbing at spilled water. When she finished, she simply left the tissues on the hood, unconcerned about the consequences, and tossed Keitaro a few tissues, which he numbly used to clean himself. Yuki then readjusted her bra, buttoned up her uniform, and straightened up the cap on her head.
Giving Keitaro an appraising glance, since he hadn’t even been able to bring himself to pull his pants back up, Yuki remarked, “You really do need to learn how to quickly clean up after banging someone. Suppose the owner comes out?”
“Owner…?”
“The guy whose wax job we just ruined,” Yuki clarified, easing herself off the car, avoiding the stain that they’d left.
Keitaro couldn’t think of how to answer that, so he simply pulled his pants back up, not being able to lock eyes with Yuki.
Yuki retrieved her panties from the hood and stepped into them. “Thanks for not tearing them this time,” she remarked casually. “It’s embarrassing to work without any panties.” Taking one last look at herself to ensure she was presentable, Yuki continued. “And I’ve still got plenty of time to get to work…” She waved jauntily to Keitaro, and walked out of the alley, leaving the troubled manager alone to deal with his thoughts.
‘What-what’s wrong with me…?’ he asked himself silently.
No answers were forthcoming, and Keitaro found that all he could do was slump down against a wall and hold his head in his hands, as guilt and shame extracted their pound of flesh over his actions.
To Be Continued…
Pre-read was done by Rx7.
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
Chapter Two: Listless
“Okay Keitaro, I know what you did, just admit it!”
Keitaro felt himself go pale. “Excuse me?” he whispered, trying to keep from trembling at Kitsune‘s sharp, accusing tone.
“I know what happened while we were gone, don’t try to deny it” Kitsune warned over the kitchen table.
‘She-she knows?’ a horrified Keitaro thought. ‘H-how? I-I cleaned up, didn’t I?’ he asked himself frantically. Keitaro had cleaned himself for over an hour in his bath, before washing the clothes he’d been wearing in hot water with extra soap, twice, opening his windows and then running a fan in his room. He’d then desperately wiped down the wall he’d pinned Yuki to and the floor as well, and washed and dried the mug she’d used for tea.
He’d triple bagged the contents of the wastebasket, and washed it out with bleach, hoping to kill any residual odor. In a last, frantic move, when he’d seen the residents coming up the stairs through his window, he sprayed an entire can of air freshener in his room, and it now reeked of Potpourri. Not his first choice of scent, but he would have been willing to leave a dead cat in his room if it would have kept the scent of sex from reaching the residents.
And now, despite his manic efforts, Kitsune had figured it out. “What did I do?” he asked faintly, not willing to give up without at least a token effort to save himself.
“You went into my booze!”
Keitaro felt his heart skip a beat. “Your-your booze?”
“Yeah, my booze! You broke three bottles of my good scotch! What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Keitaro briefly got a distant look in his eyes, recalling the sound of breaking glass as he slammed Yuki against the wall. ‘I forgot all about that,’ he realized. Shaking his head to clear away the memory, Keitaro tried to make himself look guilty, which wasn’t very hard, and apologized. “I’m sorry Kitsune. I-I wanted to try something new, and I got careless, knocked a few over and panicked. I’ll replace them…”
“Of course you will,” Kitsune replied with a grin. “Because you stupidly thought I wouldn’t notice, you’ll have to buy me six bottles of good scotch. Glenlivet or Macallan will do, I’m not too fussy…” Kitsune smirked at how things had turned out. All that had been broken were three bottles of rotgut whiskey, stuff even she was reluctant to drink, and now she’d get the good stuff gratis. It was nice to have a clumsy landlord who didn’t know good booze from bad…
“Right. Six. I’ll pick ‘em up tomorrow…”
Kitsune opened her eyes in surprise. ‘Just like that?’ she wondered. ‘No complaining or futile arguments? Damn, if I’d known he’d fold that easy, I’d have asked for twelve bottles.’
Kitsune wasn’t the only one to notice Keitaro’s lack of resistance. “Are you okay Keitaro?” Naru asked.
“Yeah sempai, you look a little pale,” added Shinobu.
“I-I’m just a little-” Keitaro almost used the word ‘spent.’ “Tired, that’s all. It was hot on the roof today…”
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Naru insisted, concerned for her… study partner.
“I’m just going to go to bed early, that’s all. It’s been a difficult day.”
“Sleep well sempai.”
Keitaro took a moment to take a look at Shinobu. She looked so cute, innocent, and guileless, he wondered how she could be Yuki’s daughter. ‘I hope you never end up like your mother,’ he wished silently.
But before he could stop himself, Keitaro felt himself giving Shinobu’s form a discrete once over. As his eyes traced the outline of her body, and he found himself wondering how it compared to Yuki’s. ‘Her breasts probably look like her mother’s…’ Keitaro felt himself go cold when he finished the thought, and he was horrified to realize that he was pondering whether or not their lips would taste the same.
“Good night Shinobu, all of you, see you in the morning,” he said, using all of his willpower to keep how shaken he was out of his voice. He bolted upstairs, sending off silent prayers that he would never have thoughts like that again.
***
For the next week, Keitaro made an effort to avoid interacting with the residents where ever possible, citing work that he had to do, and that he was feeling under the weather. He found it especially difficult to meet Shinobu’s eyes, as he was reminded of what he’d done every time he saw her. He also had difficulty accepting that innocent little Shinobu could possibly have someone as cold as Yuki in her family, never mind being her mother.
Despite his attempts to keep what he was feeling from the other residents, Keitaro couldn’t keep them from noticing his diminished appetite or his reluctance to talk unless it was absolutely necessary. He was distant at the dinner table, his eyes on the residents, but not really seeing them, images of his transgression plaguing him. His food intake dropped noticeably, despite Shinobu cooking things that she knew he liked. No matter how appetizing the meal looked or smelled, Keitaro couldn’t eat more than a couple bites before he lost all interest in it.
He’d force himself to eat a little more, to keep Shinobu and the others from becoming too concerned, but the food seemed to turn to concrete in his stomach. When pressed, Keitaro would say that the heat killed his hunger and that appeared to mollify the concerns of the others, but he knew that if he didn’t get over this, the girls would start asking questions, questions he really didn’t want to have to answer.
Finally, after over a week of merely picking at his food, his behavior was too much for Shinobu to ignore. As they were finishing lunch, she asked Keitaro, who had eaten three or four forkfuls of the chicken stir-fry she’d cooked especially for him, “Sempai, what’s wrong? You’re hardly eating…”
Keitaro closed his eyes, silently wishing that he could simply force the food down to put an end to his erratic behavior, but he’d found that if he tried that, his stomach would probably try to eject its contents. “It-it’s just the weather Shinobu… Heat always cuts my appetite,” he tried to reassure her.
“Are you sure sempai?” she asked again. “Last summer you were eating enough…”
“I’m fine. Really. Maybe I’m just coming down with a bug, that’s all.”
“You should see a doctor then sempai. It’s not good if you-”
“I’m all right!” Keitaro snapped without intending to. He winced at the hurt look on her face, as well as the narrowed eyes of the others. He let out a deep breath. “I-I’m sorry Shinobu, that was rude of me,” he apologized. “Everything‘s good - it always is when you cook… I-I’m just not hungry.” He sighed before continuing. “Maybe I will go see a doctor,” he told the resident chef.
“Really?”
Shinobu’s timid question and hopeful expression made Keitaro feel like a complete jerk for snapping at her. “I’m sorry Shinobu, I’m not myself today. I’ll go see a doctor,” he reassured her. Truthfully, Keitaro had no intention of seeking medical attention, but his statement put Shinobu at ease, and the other residents were looking a little relieved as well. He forced himself to swallow down a little more food, before he excused himself. Heading to the door, he put on his shoes and a light windbreaker, and walked into the city.
The walk did calm Keitaro down a little, the same way that pacing worked when he was fidgety. At least walking allowed him to burn off some of his nervous energy, and maybe the fresh air would do him some good. ‘Heh. Fresh air…’ he thought to himself with a shake of his head. The faint, but still noticeable odors of asphalt and exhaust fumes wafted into his nose. ‘If I really wanted fresh air, I shoulda stayed at Hinata House.’
Letting himself flow along with the other pedestrians, Keitaro followed no set course, content to kill time with the walk. He did pause in front of a display window, blushing when he belatedly realized that it was a lingerie shop. Not wanting to be thought of as ogling the display, Keitaro turned to walk away, when a sharp voice seized his attention. “See something you want Keitaro?”
Feeling a cold ball forming in the pit of his stomach, Keitaro went pale. ‘Yuki…’ Moving with trepidation, Keitaro turned to face her, but her appearance made him come up short. “You’re a nurse?” he asked dumbly, staring at her white uniform and cap.
“No, I’m actually a stripper,” Yuki replied coldly. “Like my costume? I enjoy wearing it when I walk to the different bars where I dance… Of course I’m a nurse, you dimwit…”
Her insult brought Keitaro’s anger back to the surface. “Fuck you,” he hissed.
“You already did, remember?” Yuki motioned to the baby doll and thong clad mannequin in the window. “Imagining me wearing that? Or perhaps my daughter?”
Keitaro felt himself go white at that remark, which hit closer to home than Keitaro would ever admit, his rage surging, tempered only with the knowledge of what had happened the last time. He walked right up to Yuki, glaring into her coldly smirking visage. “You stay the fuck away from me, got it?” he seethed.
Yuki let out a malicious chuckle. “My, Keitaro, you can’t even talk to me without saying ‘fuck,’ can you…?”
Keitaro recoiled. She’d said that loud enough that a few passers-by had turned their heads in surprise. Mortified by the unwanted attention they were drawing, Keitaro rasped, “Are you insane?”
Yuki, who appeared to possess absolutely no shame whatsoever, continued as if he hadn’t even spoken. “I bet you’ve dreamed of fucking me every night since…” By now, some pedestrians had actually stopped walking, and were watching the exchange with frank interest.
When a nun gave him a particularly scathing look, Keitaro wished with all his heart that he could vanish into thin air. He had to make this a private conversation, or somehow word of it would get back to Hinata house. Keitaro had no idea how it would happen, only with absolute certainty that it would. Grabbing Yuki firmly by the wrist, he all but dragged her down the nearest alley, trying to ignore the encouraging shouts of some of the pedestrians.
The two of them made their way down the alley until the reached the back of the building, Keitaro straining to maintain his composure until the two of them were alone. After taking a quick look around to assure that they hadn’t been followed by curious onlookers, Keitaro turned on Yuki. “What the fuck are you doing, you bitch?” He would have never used that type of language against any other woman.
As she casually leaned against a parked car, Yuki crossed her arms under her breasts and smiled coldly at him. “Why so embarrassed? You weren’t that timid when you rammed your dick into me…” she taunted.
Keitaro could feel his jaw muscles jumping. “Don’t you EVER mention that, and never set foot in Hinata House again! Do you understand me, you bitch?” he snarled through clenched teeth. Keitaro was cursing himself for letting himself worked up again, and angrier that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to simply turn around and run when he’d sighted her.
But what he was most angry about, was that he could feel himself getting hard, in spite of his best efforts to control it.
Yuki cast her eyes downward to his groin, letting out a mocking chuckle. She pushed herself off of the car and took a step to close the distance between them. Without warning, her hand shot out and roughly grabbed the growing bulge in Keitaro’s pants, squeezing without gentleness. “You’re still a weak little man Keitaro.” She then grabbed Keitaro by the front of his jacket, took a step back and pulled hard, yanking him against her, pressing the both of them up against the front right quarter panel of the car.
Before Keitaro could react, Yuki quickly opened his jacket and slid it off of his shoulders, causing it to fall to the ground with a soft rustle. She then reached up with her left hand and tugged at the collar of Keitaro’s shirt, biting the now exposed skin, as her right hand was roughly shoved into the front of his pants, into his boxers, and gripping his now fully erect cock.
Keitaro heard himself hiss in disapproval at the intrusion, but he found that it was harder to resist than he expected. Part of him was saying that he should shove Yuki away as hard as he could and storm out of the alley in disgust, but his recently awakened primal nature had completely different ideas. The two polar opposites clashed briefly, and Keitaro found, to the horror of his conscience, that this time it was easier to beat the voice of restraint into submission. With a throaty growl, Keitaro reached down and hiked up the edge of Yuki’s nurses uniform.
Letting go of Keitaro’s shirt, Yuki used her left hand to push herself until she was sitting on the hood of the parked car. Spreading her legs, she wrapped them around Keitaro’s waist, her left hand now undoing the buttons of her uniform, and her right hand pulling her panties down .
They were identical to the pair that he’d torn off and now had carefully hidden in the back of his closet, Keitaro noted. He knew that holding on to them was potentially suicidal, but he was more frightened by what might happen if he’d discarded them, and Yuki made good on her threat to retrieve them one day.
When she had managed to undo the buttons of her uniform, Keitaro separated the halves of fabric, and placed his hands on Yuki’s breasts through her bra, squeezing them as if he was trying to crush one of Kitsune’s beer cans, taking great pleasure when she cried out in response.
Yuki savagely crushed her lips against Keitaro’s, forcing her tongue between them, pulling it back before he had a chance to bite down on it. She bit his lower lip, holding it between her teeth as she pulled back, stretching it painfully, before she let it snap back.
Through the haze that was now clouding his thoughts, Keitaro could feel Yuki unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper down. Using her stocking clad feet, Yuki unceremoniously pushed down his pants, then his boxers, to his knees, before she took his throbbing cock in her right hand, stroking it roughly, while her left hand squeezed his balls.
Keitaro roughly shoved Yuki onto her back, her head striking the hood with a clang!, before he brusquely pushed her bra up, exposing her small, mature, but still rather perky breasts. Moving his gaze downward, Keitaro was able to note that the neatly trimmed hair above Yuki’s pussy matched the hair on her head. He ran his right middle finger along the length of her slit, surprised at just how wet she was.
“Go ahead, use your finger or cock, doesn’t matter,” Yuki rasped. “Won’t be able to feel either of them anyway…”
Part of Keitaro knew that she was trying to provoke him, but most of him didn’t care. Lifting Yuki’s legs so that her ankles were resting on his shoulders, he positioned himself so that the tip of his cock was just penetrating her wet, hot, and swollen, pussy lips. He growled ferally at the feel of her warmth just within his reach.
“Fuck me, you weak little man,” Yuki sneered. “Maybe I will be able to feel- Unnh!”
Keitaro had grabbed Yuki’s waist, and had forced his cock inside of her as far as he could reach. Without a moments hesitation, he pulled himself almost completely out before savagely pushing himself back in, causing the car to rock. “Not… very… tight…” Keitaro grunted, this time trying to anger her. “You… could… fit a… watermelon… Hunnh!” he cried out surprise, as Yuki’s pussy had clamped down on him, making it feel as if she was trying to milk him, and giving lie to his insult.
For several minutes, there were no sounds, save for their breathing, and the squeaking of the car’s suspension, as Keitaro continued to fuck Yuki, giving the car’s shocks more work than its owner ever had.
“Unnh… unh… hunh… ohm… You’re… lasting… longer… this time…” Yuki gasped out between Keitaro’s thrusts. “Been… uhn… uhh… thinking… unh… unh… of me… unnh… uhhh… when you… uhn… uhhn… jack off…?”
Maddened by Yuki’s taunt, Keitaro grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could, before he pinched her dark nipples tightly between his thumb and forefingers, prompting a deep moan in response. He couldn’t suppress his own gasp when he felt Yuki gripping him tighter with each stroke, her slippery passage still able to produce incredible friction.
Yuki propped herself up on her elbows, giving Keitaro the look of contempt she’d worn the last time they’d fucked. He noticed that she seemed to be breathing harder this time, and her face was flushed, but when she talked it sounded as if she was having trouble staying awake. “I was… right… your… finger… would’ve… been… like… this…” She mocked in time with Keitaro’s thrusts.
Snarling, Keitaro moved his head down and bit Yuki’s left breast until she cried out in response. Taking immense satisfaction from this, Keitaro increased the pace and depth of his strokes, feeling Yuki’s wetness matting down his own pubic hair, and a clinical portion of his mind reasoned that the hood of the car was going to have a puddle of her lube on it by the time they finished.
By now every thrust caused a slurping sound followed by a slap as Keitaro ended all pretense of restraint, fucking Yuki with all of the animalistic fury he could muster. The squeaking and rattling of the cars suspension provided a mechanical counterpoint to the organic sounds of sex, and all of the sounds were heading for a crescendo. “Unh… uhh… Are… you… even… uhn… ahhh… trying? I… unh… said… uhh… fuck… unnh… me…” hissed Yuki, still glaring contemptuously at Keitaro.
Keitaro stared at Yuki, loathing palpable on his face, as he called on reserves that he didn’t even know he had, trying to get a reaction from this ice-cold bitch, but her expression never wavered. Despite his best efforts, Keitaro could feel himself reaching the end of his endurance. While ‘ice-cold’ may have perfectly described Yuki’s personality and attitude, it was a complete falsehood to describe how her body felt to Keitaro when he was inside her.
Finally, Yuki’s façade began to slip, as her breathing became more ragged, her facial flush deepened, and her expression was contorted as she reached the brink of orgasm. With a guttural cry, Keitaro stood on his toes in an effort to get even a little bit further inside of Yuki.
“Huhn… unnh… fuck me… uhh… unnh…” Clenching her eyes closed, Yuki let out a deep groan as her head rolled back, coming to rest on the painted metal of the hood.
The spasms of Yuki’s pussy when she came, finally succeeded in milking the cum from Keitaro’s balls. He fired jet after jet of his hot seed deep into Yuki, shuddering all the while, until he was spent, and his cock began to deflate. Covered in a sheen of sweat, Keitaro once again felt the shame rise as his thinking became clearer. What disturbed him the most though, was the fact that the shame didn’t seem as deep and profound as it had been the last time.
His ruminations were interrupted when Yuki placed the soles of her feet on his chest and effortlessly pushed him back. Sitting up, she took some tissues out of her purse and casually cleaned herself up, as calmly as if she was dabbing at spilled water. When she finished, she simply left the tissues on the hood, unconcerned about the consequences, and tossed Keitaro a few tissues, which he numbly used to clean himself. Yuki then readjusted her bra, buttoned up her uniform, and straightened up the cap on her head.
Giving Keitaro an appraising glance, since he hadn’t even been able to bring himself to pull his pants back up, Yuki remarked, “You really do need to learn how to quickly clean up after banging someone. Suppose the owner comes out?”
“Owner…?”
“The guy whose wax job we just ruined,” Yuki clarified, easing herself off the car, avoiding the stain that they’d left.
Keitaro couldn’t think of how to answer that, so he simply pulled his pants back up, not being able to lock eyes with Yuki.
Yuki retrieved her panties from the hood and stepped into them. “Thanks for not tearing them this time,” she remarked casually. “It’s embarrassing to work without any panties.” Taking one last look at herself to ensure she was presentable, Yuki continued. “And I’ve still got plenty of time to get to work…” She waved jauntily to Keitaro, and walked out of the alley, leaving the troubled manager alone to deal with his thoughts.
‘What-what’s wrong with me…?’ he asked himself silently.
No answers were forthcoming, and Keitaro found that all he could do was slump down against a wall and hold his head in his hands, as guilt and shame extracted their pound of flesh over his actions.
To Be Continued…
Pre-read was done by Rx7.