Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Enslavement ❯ Moral Compromises ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic.

Hello, RPGer here to pick up where DJ left off, but first, I want to clear the

air about the whole Shinobu thing. I don't know how my fic turned out like

that. When I first started that thing, it was intended to be me and Naru being

together (Chapters 3 and 4 are proof of this), but after a crazy turn of events,

(namely chapters 10-12--I can't believe I'm plugging my own fic.) Shinobu and I

ended up being a couple. Don't ask me how or why, it just did, and I've gone

too far with it to turn back now. Anyway, after reading my fic, I think you can

understand why he approached me for this joint venture, and I hope I live up to

your expectations. (Also, don't think the Lolita reference was lost on me. I

actually read that book last semester for English, and I found the correlation

quite eerie at times.)

* * * Chapter 2: Moral Compromises * * *

Keitaro woke up and quickly tried to figure out what had just happened to him.

Suddenly, he recalled what he had done to Motoko, once again wondering if was

all some crazy, wonderful dream. Sitting up, he looked around and found that he

was in his room; and also that a certain someone was kneeling next to him.

After seeing the blank look in her eyes, he knew that if it was a dream, it

hadn't ended yet, and he couldn't be happier because of it. "Hello, Motoko."

"Hello, master," Motoko said. Keitaro definitely wasn't used to being referred

to in such a way.

"You don't have to call me that."

"Alright, Keitaro. What do you wish of me?"

Once again, the wide array of perverted thoughts made themselves known, but as

much as he wanted to make those ideas a reality, there were other, nagging

thoughts that he felt he had to take care of first. "First answer me this;

where is everyone right now? I don't want to risk anyone listening in on us."

As far as she knew, everyone else was well out of earshot for one reason or

another; he couldn't have prayed for anything better, but he was somehow able to

keep his cool. "Alright, when they get back, I want you to act as normally as

possible."

"But that might include striking you again."

"Are you questioning my orders?" Keitaro asked, raising an eyebrow. The stern

tone he used was slightly forced.

"No, of course not. I was just--"

"Concerned for my safety. Don't worry, that's a good thing, but I don't want

any of the others to become suspiscious." At least until the time came for him

to take control of them as well. "Therefore, you need to act as though nothing

has happened when they're around, even if it means hitting me."

Motoko looked reluctant to obey; apparently, causing him harm was the last

thing she wanted to do, but if it was his will, then she must adhere. "Yes,

Keitaro. I will try to act as normally as possible unless we are alone."

"Good. Now, there's something I've been wondering about ever since this

morning." He saw that Motoko was listening intently. Nodding, he continued.

"As you recall, I got a very good look at you."

"Did you like what you saw?" Motoko asked. Such a question coming from her

startled him for a moment.

"Yes, I did." For Keitaro, being able to be honest without the risk of

personal injury was a breath of fresh air. "Very much so. That brings me to my

point. As I was looking at you, I noticed that you appeared... aroused, and I

was curious as to why. Perhaps you could shed some light on the subject?"

"As you wish. Indeed, I was aroused. I was... turned on because you were

admiring my body."

"But if that was the case, why did you get so angry?"

"I was afraid."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I was afraid that if I didn't, you might realize the feelings I have felt for

you in recent times. Even to myself, I refused to admit that I'd ever feel this

way about someone I have thought of as a weakling... among other things."

This came as a shock to Keitaro. "She has feelings for me?" he thought. He

knew well enough how it felt to not express how he felt about someone, so he

could empathize with her. Perhaps this whole master and servant situation fate

had dealt them was the best thing that could have happened to them.

"Please accept my apology," Motoko said. "If only I could have--" She

couldn't finish her sentence before breaking down.

Not used to seeing Motoko cry, he brought her close in a loose embrace. "Don't

worry. Everything's going to be alright," he said, gently stroking her back.

"Thank you, Keitaro," Motoko sobbed.

Feeling brave, Keitaro pressed his lips against hers. Motoko suddenly went

limp in his arms, the pleasant feeling all that she wished to know at the

moment. The two spent the next few moments like this, and things might have

gone farther had a certain ultra-violent bitch not made an appearance.

"Hey, have you seen--" Naru said as she opened Keitaro's door to find him and

Motoko on their knees, hugging each other. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Hearing Naru's voice, Motoko's mind started racing. How was she going to keep

her from finding out about them? She did the only thing she could think of on

such short notice.

True to form, Keitaro began to panic, releasing Motoko from his embrace, who

fell onto the floor, as though she was asleep through the whole ordeal. "Uh,

Naru, when did you get back?"

"I always thought you were nothing but a pervert, but molesting poor Motoko in

her sleep?! You have gone too far this time!" Without missing a beat, she

rushed over to him and gave him a thrashing, sending him through the wall and

off into the horizon. "Hey, Motoko, wake up," Naru said, gently, bringing

Motoko out of her supposed slumber.

"Ugh, Naru?" Motoko mumbled groggily. "What's going on?"

"Keitaro tried to rape you in your sleep."

"He WHAT?!!" Motoko yelled, suddenly getting up on her feet and began

searchoing the room for her sword. "Where is that bastard? I'll rip him

apart!"

"I already took him out. You've been letting your guard down today. Is

something wrong?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Well, at any rate, you should get back on track before that pervert has his

way with you." Naru walked out, leaving Motoko alone.

"If he wished it," she thought, gazing at the Keitaro-sized hole in the wall

before heading for the door herself. "I certainly wouldn't object."

---

"Oh man," Keitaro muttered. "Where am I?" He looked around and saw that he

was in the familiar dark room where he had that encounter with Ashura. Said

person was standing a few feet away from him. His arms were crossed, and if his

face was visible, he would have seen the borderline dissapointment etched there.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I give you the power to make your dreams come true, and this is how you make

use of it?"

"Hey, I'm still getting used to it, alright?"

"I thought you had such perverse fantasies about those girls you live with."

"I'm not denying that; mostly because none of them are here right now. I could

have had Motoko just now if I wanted to, but I just didn't have the heart to do

it with her in that emotional state."

"This is just perfect," Ashura thought. "Three billion men in the world and I

have to pick one with morals."

"Besides," Keitaro continued. "If Naru saw me fucking her, she'd have killed

me outright."

"If you're so concerned about that, then why not take control of her?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead, alright?! You did spring this whole thing

on me rather suddenly. Why are you so concerned about how I use this thing?"

Keitaro asked, pulling the pendant out of his pocket.

"That's none of your business. I supppose how you use it is none of mine,

either, and if you want to be kind to your servants, that's your decision.

Well, off you go! RETURN!!!!!!!!" (Hold on, how many !'s was it? 8? 9?) In

an instant, Keitaro vanished from that plane of existence. "Oh well," he

sighed. "Since I've waited all these years already, I guess it won't kill me to

be patient for a while longer. It had better be worth it."

---

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," Keitaro said to himself. He looked

around, seeing that he was in an alley. "I guess I should be heading back."

With a sigh, he walked out of the alley; just the start of the long trek back to

Hinata-Sou. "What's that guy's problem, anyway?" he thought. "Why would he

care how I use my powers? It's as if he wants me to be perverted or something."

He heard someone call out to him, jarring him out of his thoughts.

"Hey, Kei-kun!" Keitaro looked back to see who it was, as if he didn't already

know.

"Hey, Mutsumi. How are you?"

"I can't complain. How about you?"

"Same old, same old."

"Naru hit you again?"

"Yeah."

"Are you hurt?"

"Nah, I'm alright."

"That's good. Mind if I accompany you home?"

"Not at all." The two walked the streets in relative silence, but Keitaro's

mind was far from it. "She's no nice to me," he thought. "Not like Naru. If I

wanted, I could have her as a girlfriend instead." That sparked an idea in his

head. "Yes, I could do that, and a whole lot more." He held out his hand,

stopping Mutsumi in her tracks.

"Is something wrong?"

"With Naru no doubt still on the warpath, it's not safe for me to go back right

now. Could I crash at your place for a while until I feel things have calmed

down some?"

"Of course." Mutsumi said. "Anything for a friend."

"Thanks a bunch," Keitaro said as they headed for their new destination.

---

"I wonder where Sempai is," Shinobu said. "He's been gone a long time." Over

an hour has passed since Keitaro's latest incident.

"I'm sure he's alright," Kitsune said. "He's got that whole immortal thing

going for him."

"Yeah, that pervert never stays gone for long," Naru said. "He'll be back

before you know it." She didn't seem enthusiastic about that.

"I hope so," Shinobu said.

Motoko secretly thought the same thing, but per her master's instructions, she

acted as though she still had her free will. "When that scumbag does get back,

he'll pay for what he tried to do to me." Referring to him in such a way felt

like a knife to the chest, but she hid her pain. Sooner or later, he'll return,

and her world will be complete once again.

---

"Thanks again for letting me stay here," Keitaro said as he and Mutsumi walked

into her apartment.

"No problem at all. It gets lonely here at times. It's nice to have someone

over once in a while. Like some watermelon?" she asked, pointing to the

ever-present pile of them in the corner of the room.

"I'd love to," he said as he sat down at the table, his growling stomach

reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything that morning.

"Here you go," Mutsumi said, sitting down next to him, handing him a slice and

biting into one of her own.

"Thank you."

Mutsumi couldn't help but notice Keitaro deep in thought as he took small bites

out of the watermelon. "Is something bothering you?"

"Hmm?" He looked up to see her smiling face staring at him, waiting for a

response. "Oh, it's nothing important."

"You can tell me about it."

"Well, you know I'm a nice guy and that I'd do almost anything to help the

girls out, but Naru and Motoko never stop thinking that I'm some sort of

pervert. It's starting to get me a bit depressed knowing that there might not

be anything I can do to change their minds." This wasn't entirely a lie. That

was how he felt before a certain something came under his possession.

"Don't say that," Mutsumi said. "I'm sure there's something you could do."

"Well, I did think of something that might work, but I'm not too optimistic

about it."

"What is it?"

Keitaro reached into his pocket and pulled out the pendant. "I'm planning on

giving this to Motoko as a sort of peace offering or something, but I'm afraid

of how she'd take it."

"Wow, that's beautiful," Mutsumi said, leaning forward to get a closer look at

the glowing ruby. "Wow," she repeated in a whisper.

A minute went by and Mutsumi just continued to stare at the jewel. Keitaro

began wondering if she passed out again. "Mutsumi? Are you okay?"

Mutsumi moved her eyes away from the gem and gazed at him. "Yes, I am..." she

said. "...master Kei-kun."

Now, you must understand that aside from that last remark, there would be no

way for Keitaro to tell if she was under his control or not. Her facial

expression had not deviated from her usual ditzy smile. He had to be absolutely

sure. "Will you do anything I tell you to?" he asked.

"Anything. What do you want me to do first?"

For Keitaro, the moral boundaries present when he was with Motoko not too long

ago weren't present here with Mutsumi, and with one word, his fantasies would

start coming to life. "Strip."

Standing up, Mutsumi began shedding her clothing in a slow, seductive manner.

This came as a surprise to Keitaro, as he'd never seen this side of her before.

Granted, she has kissed him in the past and all that, but it was all a friendly

gesture. Now, things were very different, as it appeared that she was

deliberately trying to turn him on, even though he never said to make such a

production out of it. It wasn't like he was going to complain though, as her

seduction attempt was very successfull.

As more and more flesh became exposed, Keitaro found himself more and more

entranced by the beauty that was Mutsumi. Just the fact that he was watching a

girl undress right in front of him without being in any imminent danger was

intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to find out just how far he could go with it.

When the last of Mutsumi's clothing was removed and tossed to the side, she sat

back down next to Keitaro. She looked at him, awaiting his next command. It

took a few moments for him to realize this, as he was still admiring her

features. He started to raise a hand toward her chest, but anyone with eyesight

could tell that it was shaking. (This just had to be the time for moral

dilemmas, didn't it?) Seeing him ill at ease, Mutsumi decided to put his doubts

to rest for good. Grabbing his hand, she looked deep into his eyes. "It's

alright. You can touch me if that is what you want." Without missing a beat,

she placed his hand on her left breast.

In a way, this was all part of Keitaro's plan. He knew well enough that he'd

probably never get the nerve to go through with any of the perverted fantasies

running through his head, but when he ran into Mutsumi, he figured that, under

his influence, she would be very accommodating, and he was just proven right.

With a surge of confidence, he grabbed her other breast and forced her to lay

flat on the floor. When he bent down and gave her a passionate kiss, he knew

there was one thing that he wanted to do right then and there, and there was

nothing that could stop him. Well, almost nothing.

"Take off my pants," Keitaro ordered, mostly because he didn't want to let go

of her long enough to do it himself. Mutsumi knew what this would lead to, and

that only made her more eager to obey him. After she brought his pants and

underwear down to his knees, freeing his erection from its confinment, he

climbed on top of her. "Are you ready?" he asked after another quick kiss.

Seeing her quickly nod her head, he decided it was now or never.

By now, Mutsumi was really turned on by what Keitaro was doing, and when he

inserted himself in her special place, she couldn't stop herself from moaning.

For a brief moment, she winced in pain as he pierced through her virginal

barrier, but that was quickly washed away by the pleasure radiating through her.

Meanwhile, Keitaro was determined to make her reach her peak before he did. He

continuously increased the tempo of his movements and held on to her breasts for

dear life; being that it was his first time (and quickly finding out it was

Mutsumi's as well), he didn't want to... come up short. Soon, Mutsumi's moans

became screams as an orgasm rocked her world. Keitaro joined her shortly

thereafter.

The whole experience served to leave both participants quite drained

afterwards, so when they came down from their collective high, they spent the

next few minutes on the floor in each other's arms, kissing a few times in that

span. "That was wonderful," Mutsumi sighed. Keitaro had to agree with her on

that one. (A/N: If a copy of this fic is put on MediaMiner, I may go into more

detail than that, but I'm trying to keep the account I have on FF.net for the

time being.)

---

"Now that's more like it," Ashura said as he watched everything from his

private dimension. He considered how his avatar went about the task of losing

his virginity. "It took a little while, but it seems well thought out. Perhaps

he could be of greater use to me than I first intended."

---

"I'm back!" Keitaro said as he walked into the front door of Hinata-Sou.

Instantly, he was swarmed by the girls, and why not? After all, it was two in

the afternoon, a full four hours since his sudden departure at the hands of

Naru.

"Where have you been?!" Shinobu asked, tears starting to form. "I was worried

about you!"

"I was at Mutsumi's. I wanted to give Naru enough time to calm down before I

came back."

"And what were you doing at her place?" Naru asked, suspisciously.

"We talked some, ate some watermelon, no big deal." For the most part, what he

said was technically true, but he didn't want the others to know that not only

did they have their first time together, but followed it up with a second, a

third, and a fourth.

"I wonder what else you and her did together," Kitsune said, a grin starting to

form.

"Hey I wouldn't do anything like that." Yeah, he would. "I'm not the pervert

you think I am." Yeah, he was.

"Then how do you explain what you were doing to Motoko this morning?" Naru

asked.

"Um, well..." Keitaro had forgotten about that little incident entirely.

Motoko grabbed him and dragged him out of the mob. "I'll let you explain

yourself while you fix my wall and maybe, just maybe, I won't kill you." The

look on her face was downright scary. She led him out of the room by the arm.

Shinobu started to follow, but Kitsune stopped her.

"Bad idea," the fox said. "We shouldn't interfere."

"But what if--"

"She's right," Naru said. "Besides, that pervert should have known the

consequenses of his actions. He deserves whatever he gets."

---

Keitaro and a still angry Motoko got the supplies neccessary to fill in the

wall in the swordwoman's room in silence. He dared not say anything, for fear

of what she'd do to him. When they got there, she looked to make sure they

weren't followed before closing the door behind them. "So..." she said, walking

closer to the trembling man. "...was I convincing?"

This reminded Keitaro that she was still until his control. "You sure were,"

he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "You even had me going back there."

"I'm glad my performance was satisfactory."

"Just keep it up. I guess I should be fixing the wall now."

"Here, let me help you."

"Oh yeah," Keitaro thought as he and Motoko patched up the wall together.

"This is definitely going to take some time to get used to."

* * * End of Chapter 2 * * *

DJ, back to you! Oh, and before I forget; Doc Forrest, don't worry about what

DJ said last chapter; it's cool. To be honest, I'm surprised those kind of

comments about me and Shinobu took this long to get started. On that note, it's

time I brought my focus back to my own fic until it's time for me to do chapter

4. See ya!