Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Blizzard ❯ Descent ( Chapter 4 )
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By: hawker_748 
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.14.2006 | Updated On: 07.14.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 3.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.14.2006 | Updated On: 07.14.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 3.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
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
Chapter Four: Descent
For Keitaro, the dining room table, once an area for pleasant conversation and the consumption of good food, had become a place of immeasurable stress. Now there were two people he had trouble making eye contact with; looking at Shinobu had made him feel shame for what he’d done with her mother, and Motoko… Keitaro wasn’t sure why he was still alive after what had happened between them. She’d come to his room with a simple request to fix her floor, and he’d ended up taking her on his floor. He hadn’t been able to look at her afterwards as she’d dressed and walked out without a word.
‘I-I raped her… she-she didn’t want that, but why didn’t she tell me to stop?’ Keitaro wondered. ‘Did I need her to tell me that, am I that dumb? Why’s she acting like this, why can’t she just kill me?’ The two of them hadn’t spoken to each other in the three days since, but she was still acting strangely in Keitaro’s opinion. While he made every effort to avoid her, the few times they’d encountered each other, she’d curled her lips up at him, a ghost of a smile, and an unusual gleam appeared in her eye. He’d never really gotten a good look at her eyes, as he’d exit the area, circumstances be damned, but they seemed, almost… hungry.
The only positive thing Keitaro could take from the experience was that he’d quit using booze as a crutch. Sure, he’d finished off the scotch afterwards, but he hadn’t bought any more, and he had no intention of doing so. He wasn’t sure if alcohol had played a role in what happened, but why take the chance of it happening again? ‘It was nice to take the edge off a little, but if I’d kept it up, I’d eventually fall over it…’
Keitaro let out a deep sigh and tried to keep his eyes on the food on his plate. At this meal, whether by chance or design, Motoko was sitting next to him, and Shinobu was sitting directly across. ‘Talk about a rock and a hard place,’ he thought morosely. His only chance was to wolf down his food as fast as he could and escape. He’d been doing his version of ‘dine and dash’ for a while, and he was perversely proud of how quickly he could destroy even the most elaborate meal and leave.
Even better, the other residents didn’t try to talk to him over meals anymore, since he invariably had his mouth full most of the time. He knew that they had to be curious about his actions, but he really didn’t want to have to explain what was bothering him. ‘Motoko could always tell them,’ he thought to himself. He was still at a loss to understand her behavior since then. He could understand her not telling anyone, but he had no clue why she hadn’t dismembered him for violating her.
Keitaro jerked in surprise, only luck keeping him from jumping up and knocking the table over. Motoko had discretely placed her right hand on his left knee and briefly slid it up his thigh before she removed it. It was the first time she’d done that, but not the first time she’d had physical contact since their encounter. She’d taken to letting her hand delicately brush against his when they passed closely. She seemed to be where ever he planned to be, and Keitaro couldn’t get the idea out of his head that she was following him.
Forcing himself not to go pale, spit out the food he was eating, or make some other spectacle of himself, Keitaro tried to ignore just how warm Motoko’s hand had felt as it had gently made its way up his leg. He wasn’t going to look at her, but he knew that she’d have that same faint smile in place after that. ‘What if someone had noticed? But who’d believe it…?’ The thought of Motoko feeling him up was certifiable, and even Kitsune wouldn’t have joked about that.
Taking even bigger bites of his meal, Keitaro finished in less than five minutes, well ahead of anyone else, got up and was ready to leave when Naru’s voice stopped him cold. “Where’s the fire Keitaro?”
“Fire?” he replied blankly.
Naru shook her head in frustration and decided that dancing around the issue wasn’t going to work. “What’s the rush?”
“What rush?”
“What rush? You just inhaled dinner, and now you’re leaving… Why?”
“Got… things to do,” he answered lamely.
“Uh-huh… Never saw you so eager to clean toilets before…”
“Things gotta be done,” he murmured, looking twitchingly at the stairs. “And I gotta do ‘em…”
“Then why haven’t you fixed the window in my room?” pressed Naru.
“Or that leaky tap in the kitchen,” added Kitsune.
“And you still haven’t fixed my floor,” Motoko remarked.
“Your floor?” wondered Naru, giving Motoko a puzzled look.
“My floor squeaks. I told Keitaro about it a few days ago, but he never got to it…”
“Really Keitaro,” Naru mused. “So why didn’t you get to it?”
“I think he was busy with something else,” Motoko commented lightly.
At those words, Keitaro felt a nervous tic appear at his right eye.
“It doesn’t seem fair Keitaro,” Motoko continued, sounding oddly disappointed. “It’s been a couple days, and I know your floor doesn’t squeak…”
The cool smile she gave Keitaro made him flinch. “I’ll get to it later, got things to do, see you all later,” he babbled as he scrambled desperately out of the room.
The residents stared in mute astonishment at Keitaro’s departure, until Kitsune broke the silence. “What the hell’s up with him?”
“No idea…” Naru replied.
“Gotta be hiding something,” Kitsune reasoned. “Keitaro doesn’t have the spine to do anything else…”
Motoko halted her fork on the way to her mouth and gave Kitsune a curious look. “Oh, I don‘t know about that…”
“What was that?”
Motoko shook her head. “Never mind Kitsune, never mind.” She then got a far off look in her eyes and a small smile appeared, and she continued eating, humming an odd melody as she ate.
‘Great, maybe weirdness is contagious,’ Kitsune thought sourly, listening to Motoko’s tune. She looked at Shinobu and saw the concern open her features and felt her frustration ease. ‘Maybe we just need to get everyone to relax a little.’
***
“C’mon Keitaro, it’ll be fun!” Naru insisted.
“How’s grocery shopping fun?” groused Keitaro.
“When you’re out with a bunch of babes, anything’s fun!” Kitsune declared.
“Kitsune…” Naru warned, before turning back to Keitaro. “Shinobu could use a hand carrying things, and we haven’t been out since the picnic.”
“And you missed that,” Kitsune pointed out.
Images of Yuki’s snarling face, inches from his own, filled Keitaro’s mind. “I was busy…” he murmured.
“I could use your help sempai, please?” Shinobu looked at him hopefully.
‘No, not the puppy dog eyes…!’ “Alright, I’ll go,” he Keitaro said in defeat. ‘I can’t say no to her…’
‘Or her mother either…’ his conscience added.
Concentrating on the effort needed to silence that voice, Keitaro followed Shinobu, Naru, and Kitsune as they left Hinata House and made their way to the market. ‘Least it’s a nice day…’ He let out a deep breath and tried to let go of all of the tension and stress he’d been under, which was exactly what Kitsune had hoped would happen when she planned this little trip.
In spite of himself, Keitaro actually started feeling better while shopping for groceries, even managing to keep from flinching when Kitsune made all sorts of innuendoes while choosing which melons to buy. The hour passed in the blink of an eye, Keitaro feeling more at ease than he had in some time, even smiling as they paid for their purchases and walked out, heading back to Hinata House.
“Shinobu-chan!”
“Mother!”
Keitaro dropped the bags he was carrying, the cans that had been inside them rolling around on the sidewalk forgotten, as his heart rate tripled. With an unreal sense of calm, Keitaro slowly turned towards the sound of the voice he’d heard. Closing his eyes as he offered silent prayers that it was a case of mistaken identity, Keitaro opened his eyes…
…and almost fell over in surprise. The woman embracing Shinobu did look like Yuki, but she was practically mugging her daughter with affection, completely unlike the cold, cruel woman he’d come to know.
Even Shinobu seemed put off by her mother’s public display of affection. “Mo-o-m, you’re embarrassing me…” she complained.
Yuki appeared to regain control of herself at that. “I’m sorry Shinobu-chan,” she apologized. “It’s just been so long…”
“It’s okay mom, I know you’ve been busy…”
“I should have come to see you…”
“You don’t have to mom, it’s all right,” Shinobu assured her. “Oh! I have to introduce you to everyone…”
“You mean, these are your friends? The ones you told me about?”
“Yes mom.” Shinobu turned towards her fellow residents. “This is-”
“Wait Shinobu-chan, let me guess!” Without waiting for her daughter to respond, Yuki turned to Naru. “You must be Naru. You look just like my daughter described you. She’s told me all about your efforts to get into Tokyo University,” she gushed. “I’m thrilled to meet you, I’m Yuki Maehara.”
“Naru Narusegawa,” she replied with a polite bow. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile.
Yuki practically bounded over to the next resident. “And you’re Kitsune, right? I’ve heard all about you! You’re not being a bad influence on my daughter, are you?” she teased.
Kitsune put on such an innocent expression that a halo wouldn’t have been out of place. “No-no-no Mrs. Maehara, I’m not.”
“Yuki. Call me Yuki. My daughter’s friends are my friends.”
“Okay, nice to meet you, Yuki,” Kitsune replied with a grin.
Yuki turned her attention to the last member of the shopping expedition. “And you must be Keitaro,” she stated, walking slowly towards him.
Keitaro felt himself start to tremble. He’d watched the introductions with a sense of incredulity. This couldn’t be the same woman, she was too nice, and Keitaro could see that both Naru and Kitsune had been charmed by her. ‘No way, she can’t be that kind, there’s no way…’ He then took a close look at her face; her back was to all of the others, so only Keitaro witnessed the transformation, as kindness turned to contempt, and her eyes went cold.
She extended her hand. “Yuki Maehara. It’s a pleasure to finally meet Shinobu’s sempai…” The cheerfulness in her voice was unnerving, as it was completely at odds with how she was looking at him. Her handshake was tight and unyielding, with a grip like a vice.
“It’s a pleasure…” Keitaro croaked out.
Yuki blinked, and her expression was bright and cheerful again, as she turned around to face everyone, Keitaro hoping in vain that someone else had seen the change. “It’s so wonderful to meet all of you, but where are the others? Motoko, Su, and Haruka?”
“They’re all back at Hinata House,” Naru explained. “Hey! Come back with us, you can meet them too.” Naru never noticed Keitaro’s stricken look.
Yuki shook her head. “I can’t, I have to go somewhere. Actually, there is something I need to discuss with your manager, Shinobu-chan.”
“Me…?” Keitaro asked numbly.
“Yes, you,” Yuki confirmed with a smile. “There are a few things I’d like to clarify about my daughter’s living arrangements…” When she sneered, only Keitaro could see it.
“Then let’s talk about it now, there’s a coffee shop over there,” Keitaro pointed out, desperate to avoid time with Yuki.
“I’d love to, but I don’t have the time now. Why don’t you just come over tomorrow, around ten o’clock say?” Yuki suggested helpfully.
Keitaro could feel his hands clenching at his sides, not having any cards to play. For a second, he even considered doing the unthinkable, telling Yuki she could take Shinobu, right here, right now. ‘Give me her address, I’ll pack her things and Fed Ex ‘em to her, just get outta my life…’
But deep down Keitaro knew he couldn’t do that. The other residents would kill him if he tried, and he couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting Shinobu. Which made it even more important to ensure that she never learned of his transgressions with her mother. “Ten o’clock sounds fine,” he answered weakly. “Where do you live?”
Yuki pulled a card out of her pocket and handed it to Keitaro. “If I don’t answer, just come in and make yourself at home. I have to go now, it was great meeting you all. Goodbye Shinobu-chan!”
“Goodbye mother!” Shinobu called out to her mother’s quickly retreating form.
“What a nice lady,” Naru remarked, before she noticed something. “Keitaro, why’d you drop the bags?”
Keitaro would remember nothing about picking up the groceries and walking back to Hinata House in silence.
***
“Sempai? You’re going to have to leave soon if you’re going to make it on time,” Shinobu reminded him the following morning.
Keitaro, who had been dreading this moment since yesterday, merely nodded. ‘Great, even her own daughter’s conspiring against me…’ He’d been thinking about what he could do, and the only thing he had come up with was to tell Yuki that he wasn’t going to play along anymore, and hope that her bark was worse than her bite. He unconsciously touched his collarbone through his shirt, where Yuki had bitten him last time.
Keitaro wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up to leave, pausing at the door only put on his shoes. His hands were trembling so much, that he had a difficult time putting them on.
Keitaro left Hinata House in a daze, trying without success to not think about everything that had happened so far. He felt like a passenger in his own body as he boarded the cable car, his higher reasoning not helping him at all with the journey. He even found himself considering the option of just seeing how far he could travel with what he had on him, before he discarded the idea. ‘Gotta show some backbone, stand up to her.’
Inevitably, Keitaro’s stop came up and he left the cable car, walking the two blocks to finally reach the address about five minutes early. He was admittedly impressed by the size of the residence, and the presence of two cars in the driveway, a black non-descript sedan, and a late model red RX7. The car didn’t fit in with Keitaro’s image of Yuki, and upon closer inspection, he realized that all the tires were flat and that the car hadn’t been washed in a long time. The dust on the dashboard was even thicker, and Keitaro could tell that it hadn’t been driven in a long time either. He guessed (correctly) that the car had been her husband’s most prized possession… and therefore the ONLY thing Yuki would insist upon being given in the divorce.
Unable to stall any longer, Keitaro squared his shoulders and walked up to the door, discovering a note attached to it that read:
Door’s open Keitaro, let yourself in!
Yuki.
Opening the door, Keitaro wondered if Yuki was crazy to leave a note like that on her door, or if he was crazier to do what it said. Yuki’s home was nicely furnished, but Keitaro wasn’t paying attention, just wanting to find Yuki, tell her to stay the hell out of his life, and leave. He walked into a room, ‘Her bedroom… of course…’ He was surprised to notice that there weren’t chains attached to the walls, or restraints on the bed. ‘They’re probably in the closet,’ he figured.
“Hello Keitaro…”
Keitaro whirled on Yuki, upset that she’d gotten the drop on him again. She was coming out of an attached bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body. He found himself staring at her unwillingly, not expecting to encounter her like this.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer…” Yuki commented dryly.
Keitaro dropped his eyes, an apology on his lips out of habit, before decided to show some spine. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I needed a shower, I wouldn’t want you to think I was dirty, would I?”
With effort, Keitaro choked back the harsh retort that had sprung to his lips, tensing up as Yuki slowly walked up to him and placed a hand on his chest. “Not interested…”
“Hmmm?” Yuki looked up at him with a sly smile.
“Find another playmate, I’m finished,” Keitaro snapped. He concentrated on keeping his cool, determined to not let Yuki’s taunts get a rise out of him. He’d even tried to anticipate what she would say to him, so he could keep his control.
What he hadn’t expected though, was getting shoved over…
Showing surprising strength, Yuki shoved a startled Keitaro onto his back, then stared down at him with her usual contemptuous expression. “Pathetic,” she spat.
Keitaro got over his surprise and took a deep breath, working to keep his composure. ‘Should have figured she’d do that,’ he admonished himself. ‘Keep cool, and you can-’ “Arggh!” he cried out in sudden pain, when Yuki shoved her heel into his stomach.
“You’re not even a man, are you?” Yuki snarled.
“Bitch…” Keitaro hissed before he could stop himself. Through a haze of pain he could see Yuki sneering at him. ‘Don’t get angry, get up, go home, she can’t stop you…’ Slowly Keitaro got to his feet, holding his stomach and grimacing. Yuki shoved him once again, and this time his head glanced off a dresser, and he saw stars.
“You really are weak,” Yuki remarked, before she began to laugh mockingly.
Shaking his head to stop the spinning, Keitaro looked up and saw Yuki looking down on him, in all senses of the phrase. Her scornful laughter cut into him like a knife, and his pain and embarrassment turned to fury. With an almost bestial cry, Keitaro lurched up off the floor and rushed towards Yuki, who didn’t even try to move. Had he been clearer of head, Keitaro might have noticed the look of anticipation that she was wearing.
Without even slowing down, Keitaro shoved his hands under Yuki’s arms and lifted her off of her feet, his rage giving him previously unknown strength. Snarling, he slammed Yuki bodily against the door behind her, as if he was trying to use her to batter it down. And as it happened, that’s exactly what he did. Not engineered or built to handle such an impact, the hinges were ripped out of the door frame, and with a cry of surprise, Keitaro lost his footing and fell down onto the bathroom floor, ending up sprawled on top of Yuki.
When his head cleared, Keitaro saw that Yuki had lost the towel on her head in the crash, and the towel wrapped around her had come open. He also realized that Yuki was fumbling with his pants, having successfully undone his zipper, and was trying to pull his now rock hard cock out of his boxers. His hesitation allowed her to finish her task, and she pulled him towards herself. Keitaro couldn’t stop a groan when he felt himself slide into the warm, wet depths of Yuki’s pussy. Desperate to get away, to stop this, Keitaro tried to pull back, but Yuki’s legs held him in place.
“Chickening out, are you?” Yuki rasped at him. “If you REALLY don‘t want to be here, get out - my vibrator‘s ten times the man you‘ll ever be anyway…”
Keitaro couldn’t keep his fury corked any longer. He found his hands moving towards Yuki’s throat, grasping it, but not quite able to bring himself to start squeezing.
“Do it, you pathetic worm… or don’t you have the balls?” Yuki snarled at him.
Keitaro slowly tightened his grip, finding the sensation of strangling Yuki to be strangely erotic. Focusing on her eyes, he saw them widen momentarily, but then she kept glaring up at him with that hateful, contemptuous expression. He was concentrating so much on her face, that he wasn’t even aware that he was fucking her as brutally as he could, or that her hands were on his ass, pulling him down as he did so.
His hands tightened inexorably, as if he was trying to crush Yuki’s throat, but her expression never wavered, even when she started to gasp. Finally, the last vestiges of Keitaro’s sanity kicked in and he released his grip, but he continued to fuck her on auto-pilot, his reactions overriding his reason again.
Yuki took a few deep breaths and her color returned to normal, but then she scowled again at Keitaro. “I knew you couldn’t do it, you coward!”
Further enraged, Keitaro immediately returned his hands to Yuki’s throat, all of the while forcing his swollen cock deep into her waiting pussy, as they lay there sprawled on the bathroom floor, Yuki’s head resting against the base of the toilet. Again Keitaro kept his grip tight until Yuki started to turn blue and gasp. As much as part of him wanted to kill her, he wasn’t able to completely discard his humanity, and he released his grip a second time.
Once Yuki had caught her breath again, she continued to mock and belittle Keitaro, prompting him to start to strangle her again, all of the while the two of them slamming their bodies against each other, but in Keitaro’s case, the pleasure was almost completely blocked off by rage.
Taunt-strangle-release.
Taunt-strangle-release.
This continued for untold minutes, Keitaro’s desire to put Yuki out of his misery colliding with his essentially good nature, and not being able to finish her off. Finally, the pleasure Keitaro was experiencing penetrated his fog of rage; as his hands continued to cut-off Yuki’s air, he heard himself crying out, the imminent orgasm threatening to blow his mind. He didn’t notice Yuki’s expression twisting as she reached her threshold as well.
Keitaro’s face twisted in a grimace as he thrust his prick into Yuki as hard as he could, his grip on her throat slipping as he came with a howl, the most intense, and deep, orgasm he’d ever experienced. A virtual flood of his cum fired into Yuki, jet after jet of his hot seed filling her pussy, until he felt as if his balls had to have shriveled up. He heard Yuki’s shrill scream, and felt her clenching him spasmodically, as she climaxed moments after him.
Slumping forward, Keitaro collapsed onto Yuki, completely spent, not wanting to be there, but unable to get himself to move. He was panting like a winded racehorse, and his heartbeat and breathing were only now starting to slow down. He could feel his own sweat, making his clothes stick to him uncomfortably, and he could even feel the sweat on Yuki’s body. He felt her hands move, probably to push him off, and he was fine with that, but she then surprised him, embracing him tenderly, even running the fingers of her right hand through his hair.
Astonished, Keitaro pushed himself up on his hands and couldn’t hold back a gasp at what he saw. Yuki, who’d done nothing but either glare or snarl or look contemptuously at him, was smiling softly, her face free of its usual harshness, her expression affectionate. She then let go of his back with her left hand and gently squeezed his right hand, the same one he’d been trying earnestly to kill her with. Yuki then pulled his head down with her right hand and gave him a kiss that was practically angelic in its tenderness.
Looking into Yuki’s eyes after she ended the kiss, Keitaro was horrified to realize that they looked exactly like Shinobu’s did when she tried to do something special for him.
Yuki was humming contentedly, looking like the cat that ate the canary, as she pulled Keitaro’s head down again and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Could you please let me up?”
“Huh?”
“I should probably take another shower now,” Yuki explained softly. “I really don’t want you to see me when I’m… dirty.” Yuki then looked at Keitaro almost demurely. “Could you stay and help me wash my back?”
Keitaro’s mind seized up. Without any prompting, Keitaro pushed himself away and back to his feet. Hurriedly tucking himself back in, without any attempt to clean himself up first, Keitaro stumbled out of the bathroom, Yuki’s pouty question, “Leaving so soon?” not even registering with him.
Yuki’s face bore a blissful, almost angelic smile, and she continued to hum contentedly for some time after had Keitaro gone, glancing at the shattered doorway he had lurched through with slightly unfocused, thoughtfully contemplative eyes.
Shambling through the house, Keitaro finally found the front door, pulled on his shoes, and ran as if his very life depended on it. No course was plotted, just a frantic need to get away. He ran, mindless of the pedestrians he bowled over in his flight, not noticing the screeches of tires as motorists braked hard to avoid him. He kept it up until he was exhausted, but he still ran regardless, until he collapsed in an alley.
Wheezing, retching, and vainly trying to catch his breath, Keitaro tried to figure out what frightened him more. Whether it was that Yuki had clearly enjoyed having him attempt to strangle her like that, and had even appreciated it…
…or that even now, as fatigued and physically devastated as his currently was, that thinking about the feeling of his hands on Yuki’s throat was starting to arouse him…
To Be Concluded…
This chapter was pre-read 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 Four: Descent
For Keitaro, the dining room table, once an area for pleasant conversation and the consumption of good food, had become a place of immeasurable stress. Now there were two people he had trouble making eye contact with; looking at Shinobu had made him feel shame for what he’d done with her mother, and Motoko… Keitaro wasn’t sure why he was still alive after what had happened between them. She’d come to his room with a simple request to fix her floor, and he’d ended up taking her on his floor. He hadn’t been able to look at her afterwards as she’d dressed and walked out without a word.
‘I-I raped her… she-she didn’t want that, but why didn’t she tell me to stop?’ Keitaro wondered. ‘Did I need her to tell me that, am I that dumb? Why’s she acting like this, why can’t she just kill me?’ The two of them hadn’t spoken to each other in the three days since, but she was still acting strangely in Keitaro’s opinion. While he made every effort to avoid her, the few times they’d encountered each other, she’d curled her lips up at him, a ghost of a smile, and an unusual gleam appeared in her eye. He’d never really gotten a good look at her eyes, as he’d exit the area, circumstances be damned, but they seemed, almost… hungry.
The only positive thing Keitaro could take from the experience was that he’d quit using booze as a crutch. Sure, he’d finished off the scotch afterwards, but he hadn’t bought any more, and he had no intention of doing so. He wasn’t sure if alcohol had played a role in what happened, but why take the chance of it happening again? ‘It was nice to take the edge off a little, but if I’d kept it up, I’d eventually fall over it…’
Keitaro let out a deep sigh and tried to keep his eyes on the food on his plate. At this meal, whether by chance or design, Motoko was sitting next to him, and Shinobu was sitting directly across. ‘Talk about a rock and a hard place,’ he thought morosely. His only chance was to wolf down his food as fast as he could and escape. He’d been doing his version of ‘dine and dash’ for a while, and he was perversely proud of how quickly he could destroy even the most elaborate meal and leave.
Even better, the other residents didn’t try to talk to him over meals anymore, since he invariably had his mouth full most of the time. He knew that they had to be curious about his actions, but he really didn’t want to have to explain what was bothering him. ‘Motoko could always tell them,’ he thought to himself. He was still at a loss to understand her behavior since then. He could understand her not telling anyone, but he had no clue why she hadn’t dismembered him for violating her.
Keitaro jerked in surprise, only luck keeping him from jumping up and knocking the table over. Motoko had discretely placed her right hand on his left knee and briefly slid it up his thigh before she removed it. It was the first time she’d done that, but not the first time she’d had physical contact since their encounter. She’d taken to letting her hand delicately brush against his when they passed closely. She seemed to be where ever he planned to be, and Keitaro couldn’t get the idea out of his head that she was following him.
Forcing himself not to go pale, spit out the food he was eating, or make some other spectacle of himself, Keitaro tried to ignore just how warm Motoko’s hand had felt as it had gently made its way up his leg. He wasn’t going to look at her, but he knew that she’d have that same faint smile in place after that. ‘What if someone had noticed? But who’d believe it…?’ The thought of Motoko feeling him up was certifiable, and even Kitsune wouldn’t have joked about that.
Taking even bigger bites of his meal, Keitaro finished in less than five minutes, well ahead of anyone else, got up and was ready to leave when Naru’s voice stopped him cold. “Where’s the fire Keitaro?”
“Fire?” he replied blankly.
Naru shook her head in frustration and decided that dancing around the issue wasn’t going to work. “What’s the rush?”
“What rush?”
“What rush? You just inhaled dinner, and now you’re leaving… Why?”
“Got… things to do,” he answered lamely.
“Uh-huh… Never saw you so eager to clean toilets before…”
“Things gotta be done,” he murmured, looking twitchingly at the stairs. “And I gotta do ‘em…”
“Then why haven’t you fixed the window in my room?” pressed Naru.
“Or that leaky tap in the kitchen,” added Kitsune.
“And you still haven’t fixed my floor,” Motoko remarked.
“Your floor?” wondered Naru, giving Motoko a puzzled look.
“My floor squeaks. I told Keitaro about it a few days ago, but he never got to it…”
“Really Keitaro,” Naru mused. “So why didn’t you get to it?”
“I think he was busy with something else,” Motoko commented lightly.
At those words, Keitaro felt a nervous tic appear at his right eye.
“It doesn’t seem fair Keitaro,” Motoko continued, sounding oddly disappointed. “It’s been a couple days, and I know your floor doesn’t squeak…”
The cool smile she gave Keitaro made him flinch. “I’ll get to it later, got things to do, see you all later,” he babbled as he scrambled desperately out of the room.
The residents stared in mute astonishment at Keitaro’s departure, until Kitsune broke the silence. “What the hell’s up with him?”
“No idea…” Naru replied.
“Gotta be hiding something,” Kitsune reasoned. “Keitaro doesn’t have the spine to do anything else…”
Motoko halted her fork on the way to her mouth and gave Kitsune a curious look. “Oh, I don‘t know about that…”
“What was that?”
Motoko shook her head. “Never mind Kitsune, never mind.” She then got a far off look in her eyes and a small smile appeared, and she continued eating, humming an odd melody as she ate.
‘Great, maybe weirdness is contagious,’ Kitsune thought sourly, listening to Motoko’s tune. She looked at Shinobu and saw the concern open her features and felt her frustration ease. ‘Maybe we just need to get everyone to relax a little.’
***
“C’mon Keitaro, it’ll be fun!” Naru insisted.
“How’s grocery shopping fun?” groused Keitaro.
“When you’re out with a bunch of babes, anything’s fun!” Kitsune declared.
“Kitsune…” Naru warned, before turning back to Keitaro. “Shinobu could use a hand carrying things, and we haven’t been out since the picnic.”
“And you missed that,” Kitsune pointed out.
Images of Yuki’s snarling face, inches from his own, filled Keitaro’s mind. “I was busy…” he murmured.
“I could use your help sempai, please?” Shinobu looked at him hopefully.
‘No, not the puppy dog eyes…!’ “Alright, I’ll go,” he Keitaro said in defeat. ‘I can’t say no to her…’
‘Or her mother either…’ his conscience added.
Concentrating on the effort needed to silence that voice, Keitaro followed Shinobu, Naru, and Kitsune as they left Hinata House and made their way to the market. ‘Least it’s a nice day…’ He let out a deep breath and tried to let go of all of the tension and stress he’d been under, which was exactly what Kitsune had hoped would happen when she planned this little trip.
In spite of himself, Keitaro actually started feeling better while shopping for groceries, even managing to keep from flinching when Kitsune made all sorts of innuendoes while choosing which melons to buy. The hour passed in the blink of an eye, Keitaro feeling more at ease than he had in some time, even smiling as they paid for their purchases and walked out, heading back to Hinata House.
“Shinobu-chan!”
“Mother!”
Keitaro dropped the bags he was carrying, the cans that had been inside them rolling around on the sidewalk forgotten, as his heart rate tripled. With an unreal sense of calm, Keitaro slowly turned towards the sound of the voice he’d heard. Closing his eyes as he offered silent prayers that it was a case of mistaken identity, Keitaro opened his eyes…
…and almost fell over in surprise. The woman embracing Shinobu did look like Yuki, but she was practically mugging her daughter with affection, completely unlike the cold, cruel woman he’d come to know.
Even Shinobu seemed put off by her mother’s public display of affection. “Mo-o-m, you’re embarrassing me…” she complained.
Yuki appeared to regain control of herself at that. “I’m sorry Shinobu-chan,” she apologized. “It’s just been so long…”
“It’s okay mom, I know you’ve been busy…”
“I should have come to see you…”
“You don’t have to mom, it’s all right,” Shinobu assured her. “Oh! I have to introduce you to everyone…”
“You mean, these are your friends? The ones you told me about?”
“Yes mom.” Shinobu turned towards her fellow residents. “This is-”
“Wait Shinobu-chan, let me guess!” Without waiting for her daughter to respond, Yuki turned to Naru. “You must be Naru. You look just like my daughter described you. She’s told me all about your efforts to get into Tokyo University,” she gushed. “I’m thrilled to meet you, I’m Yuki Maehara.”
“Naru Narusegawa,” she replied with a polite bow. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile.
Yuki practically bounded over to the next resident. “And you’re Kitsune, right? I’ve heard all about you! You’re not being a bad influence on my daughter, are you?” she teased.
Kitsune put on such an innocent expression that a halo wouldn’t have been out of place. “No-no-no Mrs. Maehara, I’m not.”
“Yuki. Call me Yuki. My daughter’s friends are my friends.”
“Okay, nice to meet you, Yuki,” Kitsune replied with a grin.
Yuki turned her attention to the last member of the shopping expedition. “And you must be Keitaro,” she stated, walking slowly towards him.
Keitaro felt himself start to tremble. He’d watched the introductions with a sense of incredulity. This couldn’t be the same woman, she was too nice, and Keitaro could see that both Naru and Kitsune had been charmed by her. ‘No way, she can’t be that kind, there’s no way…’ He then took a close look at her face; her back was to all of the others, so only Keitaro witnessed the transformation, as kindness turned to contempt, and her eyes went cold.
She extended her hand. “Yuki Maehara. It’s a pleasure to finally meet Shinobu’s sempai…” The cheerfulness in her voice was unnerving, as it was completely at odds with how she was looking at him. Her handshake was tight and unyielding, with a grip like a vice.
“It’s a pleasure…” Keitaro croaked out.
Yuki blinked, and her expression was bright and cheerful again, as she turned around to face everyone, Keitaro hoping in vain that someone else had seen the change. “It’s so wonderful to meet all of you, but where are the others? Motoko, Su, and Haruka?”
“They’re all back at Hinata House,” Naru explained. “Hey! Come back with us, you can meet them too.” Naru never noticed Keitaro’s stricken look.
Yuki shook her head. “I can’t, I have to go somewhere. Actually, there is something I need to discuss with your manager, Shinobu-chan.”
“Me…?” Keitaro asked numbly.
“Yes, you,” Yuki confirmed with a smile. “There are a few things I’d like to clarify about my daughter’s living arrangements…” When she sneered, only Keitaro could see it.
“Then let’s talk about it now, there’s a coffee shop over there,” Keitaro pointed out, desperate to avoid time with Yuki.
“I’d love to, but I don’t have the time now. Why don’t you just come over tomorrow, around ten o’clock say?” Yuki suggested helpfully.
Keitaro could feel his hands clenching at his sides, not having any cards to play. For a second, he even considered doing the unthinkable, telling Yuki she could take Shinobu, right here, right now. ‘Give me her address, I’ll pack her things and Fed Ex ‘em to her, just get outta my life…’
But deep down Keitaro knew he couldn’t do that. The other residents would kill him if he tried, and he couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting Shinobu. Which made it even more important to ensure that she never learned of his transgressions with her mother. “Ten o’clock sounds fine,” he answered weakly. “Where do you live?”
Yuki pulled a card out of her pocket and handed it to Keitaro. “If I don’t answer, just come in and make yourself at home. I have to go now, it was great meeting you all. Goodbye Shinobu-chan!”
“Goodbye mother!” Shinobu called out to her mother’s quickly retreating form.
“What a nice lady,” Naru remarked, before she noticed something. “Keitaro, why’d you drop the bags?”
Keitaro would remember nothing about picking up the groceries and walking back to Hinata House in silence.
***
“Sempai? You’re going to have to leave soon if you’re going to make it on time,” Shinobu reminded him the following morning.
Keitaro, who had been dreading this moment since yesterday, merely nodded. ‘Great, even her own daughter’s conspiring against me…’ He’d been thinking about what he could do, and the only thing he had come up with was to tell Yuki that he wasn’t going to play along anymore, and hope that her bark was worse than her bite. He unconsciously touched his collarbone through his shirt, where Yuki had bitten him last time.
Keitaro wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up to leave, pausing at the door only put on his shoes. His hands were trembling so much, that he had a difficult time putting them on.
Keitaro left Hinata House in a daze, trying without success to not think about everything that had happened so far. He felt like a passenger in his own body as he boarded the cable car, his higher reasoning not helping him at all with the journey. He even found himself considering the option of just seeing how far he could travel with what he had on him, before he discarded the idea. ‘Gotta show some backbone, stand up to her.’
Inevitably, Keitaro’s stop came up and he left the cable car, walking the two blocks to finally reach the address about five minutes early. He was admittedly impressed by the size of the residence, and the presence of two cars in the driveway, a black non-descript sedan, and a late model red RX7. The car didn’t fit in with Keitaro’s image of Yuki, and upon closer inspection, he realized that all the tires were flat and that the car hadn’t been washed in a long time. The dust on the dashboard was even thicker, and Keitaro could tell that it hadn’t been driven in a long time either. He guessed (correctly) that the car had been her husband’s most prized possession… and therefore the ONLY thing Yuki would insist upon being given in the divorce.
Unable to stall any longer, Keitaro squared his shoulders and walked up to the door, discovering a note attached to it that read:
Door’s open Keitaro, let yourself in!
Yuki.
Opening the door, Keitaro wondered if Yuki was crazy to leave a note like that on her door, or if he was crazier to do what it said. Yuki’s home was nicely furnished, but Keitaro wasn’t paying attention, just wanting to find Yuki, tell her to stay the hell out of his life, and leave. He walked into a room, ‘Her bedroom… of course…’ He was surprised to notice that there weren’t chains attached to the walls, or restraints on the bed. ‘They’re probably in the closet,’ he figured.
“Hello Keitaro…”
Keitaro whirled on Yuki, upset that she’d gotten the drop on him again. She was coming out of an attached bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body. He found himself staring at her unwillingly, not expecting to encounter her like this.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer…” Yuki commented dryly.
Keitaro dropped his eyes, an apology on his lips out of habit, before decided to show some spine. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I needed a shower, I wouldn’t want you to think I was dirty, would I?”
With effort, Keitaro choked back the harsh retort that had sprung to his lips, tensing up as Yuki slowly walked up to him and placed a hand on his chest. “Not interested…”
“Hmmm?” Yuki looked up at him with a sly smile.
“Find another playmate, I’m finished,” Keitaro snapped. He concentrated on keeping his cool, determined to not let Yuki’s taunts get a rise out of him. He’d even tried to anticipate what she would say to him, so he could keep his control.
What he hadn’t expected though, was getting shoved over…
Showing surprising strength, Yuki shoved a startled Keitaro onto his back, then stared down at him with her usual contemptuous expression. “Pathetic,” she spat.
Keitaro got over his surprise and took a deep breath, working to keep his composure. ‘Should have figured she’d do that,’ he admonished himself. ‘Keep cool, and you can-’ “Arggh!” he cried out in sudden pain, when Yuki shoved her heel into his stomach.
“You’re not even a man, are you?” Yuki snarled.
“Bitch…” Keitaro hissed before he could stop himself. Through a haze of pain he could see Yuki sneering at him. ‘Don’t get angry, get up, go home, she can’t stop you…’ Slowly Keitaro got to his feet, holding his stomach and grimacing. Yuki shoved him once again, and this time his head glanced off a dresser, and he saw stars.
“You really are weak,” Yuki remarked, before she began to laugh mockingly.
Shaking his head to stop the spinning, Keitaro looked up and saw Yuki looking down on him, in all senses of the phrase. Her scornful laughter cut into him like a knife, and his pain and embarrassment turned to fury. With an almost bestial cry, Keitaro lurched up off the floor and rushed towards Yuki, who didn’t even try to move. Had he been clearer of head, Keitaro might have noticed the look of anticipation that she was wearing.
Without even slowing down, Keitaro shoved his hands under Yuki’s arms and lifted her off of her feet, his rage giving him previously unknown strength. Snarling, he slammed Yuki bodily against the door behind her, as if he was trying to use her to batter it down. And as it happened, that’s exactly what he did. Not engineered or built to handle such an impact, the hinges were ripped out of the door frame, and with a cry of surprise, Keitaro lost his footing and fell down onto the bathroom floor, ending up sprawled on top of Yuki.
When his head cleared, Keitaro saw that Yuki had lost the towel on her head in the crash, and the towel wrapped around her had come open. He also realized that Yuki was fumbling with his pants, having successfully undone his zipper, and was trying to pull his now rock hard cock out of his boxers. His hesitation allowed her to finish her task, and she pulled him towards herself. Keitaro couldn’t stop a groan when he felt himself slide into the warm, wet depths of Yuki’s pussy. Desperate to get away, to stop this, Keitaro tried to pull back, but Yuki’s legs held him in place.
“Chickening out, are you?” Yuki rasped at him. “If you REALLY don‘t want to be here, get out - my vibrator‘s ten times the man you‘ll ever be anyway…”
Keitaro couldn’t keep his fury corked any longer. He found his hands moving towards Yuki’s throat, grasping it, but not quite able to bring himself to start squeezing.
“Do it, you pathetic worm… or don’t you have the balls?” Yuki snarled at him.
Keitaro slowly tightened his grip, finding the sensation of strangling Yuki to be strangely erotic. Focusing on her eyes, he saw them widen momentarily, but then she kept glaring up at him with that hateful, contemptuous expression. He was concentrating so much on her face, that he wasn’t even aware that he was fucking her as brutally as he could, or that her hands were on his ass, pulling him down as he did so.
His hands tightened inexorably, as if he was trying to crush Yuki’s throat, but her expression never wavered, even when she started to gasp. Finally, the last vestiges of Keitaro’s sanity kicked in and he released his grip, but he continued to fuck her on auto-pilot, his reactions overriding his reason again.
Yuki took a few deep breaths and her color returned to normal, but then she scowled again at Keitaro. “I knew you couldn’t do it, you coward!”
Further enraged, Keitaro immediately returned his hands to Yuki’s throat, all of the while forcing his swollen cock deep into her waiting pussy, as they lay there sprawled on the bathroom floor, Yuki’s head resting against the base of the toilet. Again Keitaro kept his grip tight until Yuki started to turn blue and gasp. As much as part of him wanted to kill her, he wasn’t able to completely discard his humanity, and he released his grip a second time.
Once Yuki had caught her breath again, she continued to mock and belittle Keitaro, prompting him to start to strangle her again, all of the while the two of them slamming their bodies against each other, but in Keitaro’s case, the pleasure was almost completely blocked off by rage.
Taunt-strangle-release.
Taunt-strangle-release.
This continued for untold minutes, Keitaro’s desire to put Yuki out of his misery colliding with his essentially good nature, and not being able to finish her off. Finally, the pleasure Keitaro was experiencing penetrated his fog of rage; as his hands continued to cut-off Yuki’s air, he heard himself crying out, the imminent orgasm threatening to blow his mind. He didn’t notice Yuki’s expression twisting as she reached her threshold as well.
Keitaro’s face twisted in a grimace as he thrust his prick into Yuki as hard as he could, his grip on her throat slipping as he came with a howl, the most intense, and deep, orgasm he’d ever experienced. A virtual flood of his cum fired into Yuki, jet after jet of his hot seed filling her pussy, until he felt as if his balls had to have shriveled up. He heard Yuki’s shrill scream, and felt her clenching him spasmodically, as she climaxed moments after him.
Slumping forward, Keitaro collapsed onto Yuki, completely spent, not wanting to be there, but unable to get himself to move. He was panting like a winded racehorse, and his heartbeat and breathing were only now starting to slow down. He could feel his own sweat, making his clothes stick to him uncomfortably, and he could even feel the sweat on Yuki’s body. He felt her hands move, probably to push him off, and he was fine with that, but she then surprised him, embracing him tenderly, even running the fingers of her right hand through his hair.
Astonished, Keitaro pushed himself up on his hands and couldn’t hold back a gasp at what he saw. Yuki, who’d done nothing but either glare or snarl or look contemptuously at him, was smiling softly, her face free of its usual harshness, her expression affectionate. She then let go of his back with her left hand and gently squeezed his right hand, the same one he’d been trying earnestly to kill her with. Yuki then pulled his head down with her right hand and gave him a kiss that was practically angelic in its tenderness.
Looking into Yuki’s eyes after she ended the kiss, Keitaro was horrified to realize that they looked exactly like Shinobu’s did when she tried to do something special for him.
Yuki was humming contentedly, looking like the cat that ate the canary, as she pulled Keitaro’s head down again and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Could you please let me up?”
“Huh?”
“I should probably take another shower now,” Yuki explained softly. “I really don’t want you to see me when I’m… dirty.” Yuki then looked at Keitaro almost demurely. “Could you stay and help me wash my back?”
Keitaro’s mind seized up. Without any prompting, Keitaro pushed himself away and back to his feet. Hurriedly tucking himself back in, without any attempt to clean himself up first, Keitaro stumbled out of the bathroom, Yuki’s pouty question, “Leaving so soon?” not even registering with him.
Yuki’s face bore a blissful, almost angelic smile, and she continued to hum contentedly for some time after had Keitaro gone, glancing at the shattered doorway he had lurched through with slightly unfocused, thoughtfully contemplative eyes.
Shambling through the house, Keitaro finally found the front door, pulled on his shoes, and ran as if his very life depended on it. No course was plotted, just a frantic need to get away. He ran, mindless of the pedestrians he bowled over in his flight, not noticing the screeches of tires as motorists braked hard to avoid him. He kept it up until he was exhausted, but he still ran regardless, until he collapsed in an alley.
Wheezing, retching, and vainly trying to catch his breath, Keitaro tried to figure out what frightened him more. Whether it was that Yuki had clearly enjoyed having him attempt to strangle her like that, and had even appreciated it…
…or that even now, as fatigued and physically devastated as his currently was, that thinking about the feeling of his hands on Yuki’s throat was starting to arouse him…
To Be Concluded…
This chapter was pre-read by Rx7