Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Great White Hunter: Keitaro ❯ GWH:K Consideration ( Chapter 8 )

GWH:K Chapter 8

Consideration

 

 

Dinner was a polite and cheerful affair, Mutsumi smiling even more than usual, Shinobu giggling randomly with an unflappable smile on her face, and Motoko sitting close beside him, stroking his leg under the table. Of them, only Naru looked depressed. Keitaro wondered what Haruka would make of the situation. The wa of the house was restored.

 

After dinner, Mutsumi came to his room to talk.

 

“I was a little surprised at how aggressive you were today, Mutsumi,” said Keitaro. “I never thought of you that way.”

 

“You can't expect me to sit on the sidelines forever without getting needy, Kei-kun,” pointed out Mutsumi in her musical way. “I've been in love with you since we were children. I waited a very long time before you allowed me to reveal my heart to you without rejection. I couldn't wait anymore. And I hunger again,” she added huskily.

 

“Ah. I see,” said Keitaro, observing Mutsumi's eyes slitting in a way that reminded him of Kitsune suddenly. She really was lovely, full bodied, a sexual goddess if ever there was one in the District. And she loved him.

 

Mutsumi crawled over Keitaro slinking like a cat, stealing a kiss before removing her vest. She slunk behind him, rubbing his shoulders, kissing his neck and setting his skin on fire before pausing and appearing before him wearing even less, just a bra and skirt. She slowly rose to her feet above him and reached under her billowing skirt to drag off her panties and drop them onto his face. She smelled fresh and sweet, musky peaches, the printed cotton damp. She opened his robe and sank upon him, taking his rising Little Keitaro in her mouth without preamble, nursing at him as he moaned her name. He felt her lips upon his lower hairs before she slowly pulled off of him. Mutsumi's heavy breasts swung above his face and her own took on a faint glow as she fitted him against her juicy opening and began to move, sinking onto him as she breathed harder and harder. Keitaro's mind fell away from the world and his own worries, sinking into this gorgeous woman, feeling her interior heat and the grasping muscles tug at him. She rode him this way some time before dragging his release out, calling each other's names. She finally fell atop him and they kissed gently in the afterglow.

 

Wow, thought Keitaro. So that's how good sex can be? He stroked her back and she shivered against him, her inner muscles milking him erect once more. She smiled again, rocking back into motion atop him. They continued the act again, longer this time, before reaching completion and collapsing once more. He stayed mostly hard this time and she kissed him long and passionately. He returned the favor, rolling atop her and riding her into a powerful climax that had her cry out and faint her usual way. He kissed her back alive and began again, slowly and gently because he was really tired now. So was she. There were many pauses this time and Keitaro pretended he didn't see the eyes peering at him from Kitsune's room. After three more loud orgasms, the couple fell into exhausted sleep in each other's arms. As Keitaro drifted off, he pondered the sounds coming from next door, yelps of pleasure and whispers of the girls who'd watched them together.

 

The next morning he found Mutsumi cuddled up against him, lush and beautiful as ever. He woke her with gentle kisses and they revived themselves with a bout of furious lovemaking that rattled the eaves with her cries of passion. Mutsumi was very vocal in her love. Keitaro was slightly embarrassed but only slightly. When they were done the two of them slowly limped to the hot spring to scrub and soak in the water. Mutsumi winced as she sank past her hips and Keitaro was still tumescent, much to the delight of the girls there, most of them more flushed that the spring would normally indicate.

 

“My you were rough last night, Keitaro. Thank you. I really loved it,” said Mutsumi blandly. Kitsune's eyebrows wiggled at this statement. Motoko simply nodded knowingly.

 

“I hope you saved some energy for me later, Keitaro,” Motoko said. Her cheekbones flushed gently in embarrassment, which only added to her attractiveness. Mutsumi clung to him, rubbing an erect nipple against the back of his arm.

 

“Keitaro? Do you think you can help her?” she asked, teasing. She kissed the end of his nose and giggled. Keitaro blinked, feeling bone tired but happy from all the exercise he'd been getting. His leg wasn't really bothering him today and the scars were looking a more healthy pink rather than the angry red of the last few days.

 

“Ahhh,” Shinobu cried out from across the pool. Keitaro was familiar with that noise and its origin.

 

“Looks like you're in demand this morning, Keitaro,” said Kitsune dryly, feigning lack of interest despite her obvious arousal.

 

“I need some stamina enhancing foods if that's the case. Perhaps Motoko would like to Spar with me,” he suggested. Shinobu rushed off to the changing room, no doubt thinking about what to cook for breakfast.

 

“Well, aren't you the Stud,” snarked Kitsune.

 

“Did you enjoy watching us last night?” he asked, turning to regard her. Kitsune visibly paled, then flushed in embarrassment. Motoko laughed.

 

“That's getting to be a habit with you, Kitsune. If you're so curious, why not go for a ride?” she offered, only half teasing. Kitsune blushed more.

 

“Ah don't know what you mean,” she denied.

 

“Uh huh. Hey Keitaro, c'mere,” requested Motoko, mocking Kitsune's accent as she sat beside her, eyes showing. Keitaro kissed Mutsumi gently, then slowly approached his lover Motoko. LK was rising again, his stamina and recovery as phenomenal as ever. At this rate maybe he COULD satisfy them all. Still, he'd promised to pick one. Motoko opened her legs to him and eased him inside herself deeply, grinding with very short strokes so she wouldn't go raw in the water. Her inner muscles clenched him in magnificent ways. He started to moan and Motoko did too. Kitsune just stared at the sight of them together in front of her, fleeing in shock when they came a moment later. Breathing hard and coming down from their high, Su shook her head.

 

“I think you overdid it. She's really sensitive and shy, you know,” Su pointed out before leaving herself.

 

Keitaro kissed Motoko who looked up at him through dreamy eyes. He lifted her out onto the rocks and began again.

 

Their cries of passion continued for more than an hour as the others drifted away to attend to their own needs, things like laundry, cleaning, homework, school, and jobs. There was more to life than sex. They didn't begrudge Keitaro and Motoko having personal time together. He would eventually choose. Maybe it would be Motoko, who certainly carried a torch for him long enough. But Kitsune quietly cried in her room, just like Naru cried in hers.

 

 

 

Much later, Keitaro returned from a late brunch where he and Motoko had fed each other tidbits of leftovers Shinobu had reheated for them. He changed into some proper clothes and read the preliminary report on the Kenya dig when there was a knock at his door. He looked up and was surprised to see Kaolla Su standing there, her intelligence showing.

 

“Hi, Kaolla-chan,” greeted Keitaro cheerfully. “What can I do for you?” he asked. Her eyes glanced right then left before narrowing slightly.

 

“Can I come in?” she asked in her adult voice. Keitaro gulped. He hoped she wasn't going to try to seduce him. He was completely exhausted sexually. She was beautiful in her adult form, and at 18 was uncontestably available.

 

“Please,” he said, waiting.

 

“Keitaro, please don't look at me that way,” she stated, waiting.

 

Oops! Caught! He thought to himself. Keitaro blushed, lowering his eyes. He controlled his lustful thoughts before meeting her gaze with less predatory eyes.

 

“That's better,” she said. “I'm not here to talk about me. What are your intentions with Motoko?”

 

“I… don't know. We are lovers and I find her very arousing. Motoko has always been very independent. I don't know if she wants to be tied down to me. She's just starting Todai for law school. Won't marrying an archaeologist like me cause problems?” he asked rhetorically. Su nodded slowly.

 

“And Shinobu?” she asked, raising her fine blonde eyebrow.

 

“Ah… that's up to her. Shinobu is also very special to me but I have some guilt being with her. I always saw her as a little sister, though I realized in the hospital bed that she's had a crush on me since I got here. No, not a crush. She's been in love with me. I can't break her heart.”

 

“Pity is not love. You'll have to feel romantic love for her if you want a future with Shinobu. She's fragile but she's also very determined. If you wait for her, she'll make you a fine wife. If you wait.”

 

“And Mutsumi?” she asked.

 

“She's passionate and gentle, very easy to love. I could see myself having many children with her. Somehow I feel something lacking though. I don't want to hurt her.”

 

“It's the Challenge. You like a woman who challenges. Mutsumi doesn't. She accepts you as you are. Don't write her off completely, though. She's a very generous woman, despite her appearance,” said Kaolla mysteriously. Keitaro mulled the importance of that phrase.

 

“And what about you, Kaolla?” asked Keitaro.

 

“We're not here to talk about me,” she repeated coldly.

 

“Please answer my question, Princess,” said Keitaro very carefully while meeting her stubborn gaze. She considered long and silent before answering.

 

“I have feelings for you, however I am not ready to act on them. I told you before that I'm here to enjoy my childhood instead of be treated as a freak and forced into a larger role ruling my country. I want to enjoy my innocence a bit longer. Be like an ordinary girl. Can you accept that?” she asked.

 

“Yes. Do you think you can stop using me to test your weapons?” he teased. She blushed.

 

“Maybe, if you don't recover your immortality… there's someone else we need to talk about,” she said.

 

“Naru?” he sighed, mulling the mess the woman had put him through. Not woman, girl. She wasn't all grown up inside.

 

“No. Not Naru. Mitsune,” corrected Kaolla.

 

“She's watched me, but she hasn't come to me. She's always drunk. And she's my Promised Girl, despite breaking the promise and avoiding college altogether,” he mused. He remembered all the times she'd hit on him, including the very first time she put his hand to her breasts for free rent. Hers was the first breast he'd ever touched. She was so aggressive.

 

“Kitsune is a woman with many layers, and deception hides important secrets,” said Kaolla carefully. “Who is she really deceiving?”

 

“Me?” suggested Keitaro blankly.

 

“You're smarter than that, Keitaro. Think,” she ordered. Keitaro regarded Kaolla Su. She was young, beautiful, a Princess of a wealthy island nation, and a hidden genius designer of robots and devices. She was an otaku engineer's dream girl, but here she was dispensing advice Haruka couldn't fault to her Kanrinrin and sometimes-test-subject, Keitaro.

 

Kitsune was nearly always drunk or hung over. She teased Keitaro and Naru, sometimes the culprit of pranks that found him falling onto one of the girls while naked. She watched everything and snuck around to find more information. Despite all that, Keitaro didn't know that much about her. Kitsune was his age, she was a freelancer, a temp who took jobs wherever she could to pay the bills and spent her money on sake and gambling, though worked as little as she could get away with it. Kitsune and Haruka had been semi-rivals over Seta, though Kitsune's affection for him was squashed by Naru's more direct interest. Seta's love quadrangle. Why had Kitsune given up for Naru's sake? Why had she given up Keitaro for Naru's sake? And that drove to the real question.

 

“She's more selfless than I realized,” said Keitaro after a long pause. Kaolla nodded. “Is she drinking because she hurts for having given up?”

 

“Answer your own question,” she said.

 

“And the gambling?” he asked.

 

“Throwing coins to chance? Is that any different?” she said rhetorically.

 

“Layers indeed. Everybody likes parfaits, but Kitsune is an onion,” said Keitaro, remembering a recent movie.

 

“Do YOU like onions, Keitaro?” asked Kaolla, a twinkle in her eye.

 

“Yes, I do. I think I need to spend some time with Kitsune,” he said, rising.

 

“Don't rush her, Keitaro. Her feelings for you are buried and strong. She may need time to… untangle them. Can you be patient?” reminded Kaolla Su.

 

“Hmm. Good point. Being around the others is probably aggravating things,” he said, looking around thoughtfully, eyes landing on a hand-drawn map of the Turtle Civilization's range he'd posted to his wall on a corkboard. There were felt marker lines around the Pacific Rim and pins indicating finds.

 

“Maybe I should see about another trip soon. I'm almost healed enough to do it,” he admitted. “Would you be able to come along?” he asked. “I could use your advice, Kaolla.”

 

“I think I can arrange that,” she said from her seat behind him. “Talk to Kitsune. Don't seduce her. Maybe you can get into some of her sake this evening and have a long chat.”

 

“That sounds like a very good idea,” agreed Keitaro. His eyes found a potential site to the north. Should take about the right amount of time. He nodded in decision.

 

“Thank you Kaolla,” he said and hugged her. Kaolla paused, then gently returned the hug, holding him a little while before excusing herself.