Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Mitsune's Scroll ( Chapter 8 )

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CHAPTER EIGHT
MITSUNE'S SCROLL

In her darkened room Mitsune paced. The silk of her powder blue pajamas rustled against the floor as she crossed the room for the hundredth time this night.

Usually she would put away a little sake and fall right asleep. But tonight the sleep just would not come.

She could not explain it. After all she knew that she might have to leave the apartments sooner or later. But for some reason leaving now meant leaving her home behind. The only home she had for quite a long time.

This was her home.

This place had become her home after all this time. After all her wanderings she finally found a place where she thought she belonged. And within a year she would have to leave it. She would have to leave her friends and the only family she had known for far too long.

This was her family.

The very patient Haruka lording over the house.

Naru, who would warm her with her friendship and then badger her with constant pestering about her drinking to much.

Shinobu could cook like nobodies business and who was always so innocent.

Kaolla-Su, who with her ravenous appetite for food and fun always seemed good for a laugh or two, especially when she was feeling down and lonely.

The there is gentle Mutsumi, who was so calm in the face of crisis that it was scary. Not to mention that she fainted every time she spent to long in the hot springs, which happened to be every day.

There was always Motoko, with her sense of honor and samurai skills, which made her such a valuable friend.

Hell how could she forget that moody little cow Kanako? Even she would be living here until this mess with the will was straightened out. She was just a perfect new target for practical jokes. She might even be able to teach her how to smile.

Last but not least there was Keitaro. Absent minded and kind is her Keitaro. That boy would loose his head if it wasn't attached properly. He was her favorite target for jokes. Not only did he not harbor grudges against her for them, he would laugh right along with her when she nailed him with one.

Until now she had never considered the other residents of the Hinata apartments her family, or any kind of family at all for that matter. And when the realization hit her she fell to her knees sobbing.

Because of the heartache that came with it Mitsune usually would drown out any thoughts of her real family with her drinking, but tonight was different.

Her mother and father were both started out as loving and supportive people, who wanted nothing but the very best for their only daughter. And until she entered college she had surpassed all of their expectations. But then she met the man she thought she would be able to love and live with forever.

He was a reel slicker. He told her all the right things. He took her all the right places. He even got her a gig modeling for a new magazine company. Then he met her one-day and promised her stardom if she would star in a production that he had written himself. But when she arrived at the place she mentioned to she found it was done up like some cheap bordello from the states.

She argued with him. She didn't like it. She did not want to be in some trashy little porno just so he and his friends could get off. But he told her he would have to break off with her if she didn't go through with it. And he hit her with the old line “If you love me you will do this for me, just this once, please?”

She knew she was being a fool, but she really did love him at the time. So she went through with it, against her better judgment.

Scene after scene she had sex with him. She had sex with some of other girls. She had sex with the other men he had brought in. And although it hurt terribly at the time she had sex with three men at once. She lost her virginity to him filming that sleezy video. He was larger than most men, and when he stuffed his phallus into her virginal tunnel, she had cried out in pain. But he didn't really care. On her so-called boyfriend's orders they filmed every drop of blood as it left her tight little honey pot. Three scenes later she screamed again as a man that had been hired for the part shoved his oily member up her un-prepared buttocks. He giggled off camera as the blood seeped out of her newly opened and fuck-wounded rectum. Again and again he ordered her through different sexual positions and situations. She had to taste his fetid seed over and over again. And when she was done with his she was forced to swallow the seed of the other men as well.

The situation brought on wave after wave of humility. All she wanted to do was hide her-self away in shame. And when the filming was over he took the film and some nineteen-year-old little nymphet and drove off, leaving her in to dwell in that humiliation. She never saw or heard from him again.

Hell she had never even gotten paid for that film, even though it was one of the top grossing pornographic movies for that year. That cad, who had taken her love, and taken her innocence, that bastard had never even paid her for it. And although she had finally managed to return to college, the only way she was to ever earn any kind of money would be naked, in front of a camera.

She had vowed back then that she would never be taken advantage of ever again. She had vowed that from then on she would be the one taking advantage of others. She couldn't go back home. Her parents had disowned her for the shame of what she had done. But come hell or high water she would never deal with that kind of hurtful loss again.

After a couple of years in the seedy film industry, with some clever investing Mitsune had put away enough to retire. Granted it wouldn't be a grand one but she would never have to work again, unless she wanted to. So she shopped around and found an apartment in the Hinata district. It was a female's only dorm with low rents and a few shared chores. It was the perfect place for an ex-porn star to disappear so she changed her last name to Konno and moved in.

The first two years were fairly uneventful. In fact they were quite dull. Then the younger girls started moving in and things got fun. She wheedled them into cleaning her stuff for free and doing her chores. She would skip out on her turn to do anything. The only thing she couldn't get away with was short changing her rent. And that almost changed when the new manager showed up.

He was a real dork. He was a looser with a capitol L. and he had somehow managed to piss off everyone that first day but her. And the only thing that got her riled was she couldn't get away with a rent reduction for offering to let him feel her up. His aunt just wouldn't let her get close enough that day.

But as those first months passed by she found that teaching him and the others to watch out for themselves was a lot funnier than she thought it would be. With joke after joke, she taught them to watch their money and belongings. But in pulling the jokes Mitsune found herself growing closer and closer to her new friends and family. And she was glad for it for the first time in quite awhile. She thought of them as her little brothers and sisters.

That's something that changed her perspective for the better. She might be able to pick on them, but if anyone else tried it she would have their heads.

In fact the bastard that had ruined her life was found following little Shinobu around one day. The other girls never even suspected that the guy found without his testicles and unconscious in a dumpster was the guy that had ruined Mitsune's life. In fact her cover-up was so convincing they didn't even know what her past life was.

Mitsune had never given a thought about this place as her home or that the people that lived here as her family.

That was until she saw Keitaro naked after the funeral.

An Adonis, that's what he had become, and Adonis. Sculpted chest and back, bulging arms, he was the very epitome of a god should look like. And all of it was still hidden by that same soft demeanor that he had first arrived with.

`Damn it. Why couldn't I have fallen for a guy like Keitaro the first time?' She thought to herself. `Hell any guy would have been better than that shmuck, Hierota. I mean Keitaro is a kind, unselfish man. He always helps anyone with anything if he can. He has grown to be a real stud. He might not be the coolest guy on the block, but hell that is half of his charm. I would give the world if Keitaro was mine. But hell if I were worthy of a guy like him I would have never moved here in the first place. Kami, my love for that dork makes me realize just what I have missed'

When that thought hit her she almost broke into sobs again.

`I love Keitaro. When did I fall in love with Keitaro? I mean he's a nice guy, but I am way too old to be crushing on the guy Naru is going to marry. But Kami, I would love to teach him how to pleasure a woman. With a package like he's got and with the tenderness he treats all of us girls. It would definitely be worth the ride, even if it was only once. I wish Naru wouldn't be so pissed if I did it. It might just wash away all the hurt that scumbag left me with. I've been living with the pain of that asshole for so long that I need sex with a guy like Keitaro just once, just to erase the fact that I let myself be used like that. But would it be right to use Keitaro just for my selfish desires?'

As this new train of thought entered her mind Mitsune crossed over to the light switch and flicked it on. Then she walked over to her vanity and sat down. Glancing into the large mirror she took note of her reflection. Her hair was still that same off blonde it always was. She thanked the unknown American who had made love to her innocent grandmother, giving her that lustrous hair. Her eyes were still a bright blue, but dark circles from hard living had formed under them long ago, and would probably never entirely fade. Her figure was still remarkable, but was starting to become softer with age and hard living. She knew was still an attractive woman for a 35 year old. However she was still only twenty-six. She had not aged well because of her lousy lifestyle and she knew it.

As the depressing thought hit her, her eyes watered up with tears again.

`Why do I always fall for the wrong guys? The first time was with a complete jerk. And now I've fallen for a nice guy, but he's spoken for. A day late and a dollar short, that's what you are.' She thought to her reflection `Everything that's happened to you is of your own making. And now you're going to have to live with it. Kami, when are you going to wise up girl. You're just setting yourself up for heartache again and you know it.'

So upset was Mitsune with her current thoughts. And now she felt so lonely and heartsick that the tears came in earnest this time. They fell like the very mood that had caused them. The more she cried the worse she felt. Until her eyes became so irritated and painful from it all she could do was sob fitfully.

After about an hour of sobbing on her vanity Mitsune looked back into the mirror. Her eyes had become swollen and red. And her face was flushed with red blotches from her crying.

`Pull yourself together girl, everyone's going to wonder what the hell is wrong with you. What would Keitaro's grandmother think of your childish actions after all you promised her?'

`Keitaro's grandmother!' The thought hit her like a thunderbolt. `That old lady left me that letter. She knew more about what was going on here than she let on to. I would bet the farm that she saw this coming. Now where in Kami's name did I put that stupid scroll?'

Getting up from her vanity so quickly that she nearly knocked it over when she struck it with her knees. Cursing softly, Mitsune started trashing her room in search of the missing scroll and vial. She found the scroll first. She had stuffed it unceremoniously under the mattress of her futon. The vial took a little longer to find but she finally located it under a pile of half empty sake bottles.

Taking them both over to the vanity she sat back down and glanced at the vial. The murky brown liquid inside made her think it looked like urine. But then again she had drunk enough to make a horse pass out yesterday.

Then she took her first good look at the scroll. It was slightly yellow with age and probably made from sheepskin she guessed. It looked to Mitsune like it would have cost quite-a-bit of money to have made. Most people just used regular paper nowadays. And to top it off the woman had sealed it with wax just like her ancestors would have. And the capper was it bore the Hina crest. `That old gal was surely an odd one.' Mitsune thought as she broke the fragile seal. Then she unrolled the scroll and read.

To Mitsune
My sad and repentant daughter

It was many years ago you came to me with your sad little story.

To have been used and thrown away such as you have been is something that should happen to no one. But it should never happen to one who was as young and naive as you were then.

But I have watched you as you have pulled yourself above what you had been. You allowed the use of your body to others but you never gave them your spirit. As young as you were things could have gone much worse, but you never allowed it. The only fault you have left is your overindulgence in sake. And I have warned you more than once that it would only work for so long.

Anyway, you are probably wondering to yourself what is going to happen to you now that I am gone. For you by now know that as my grandson has inherited the Hinata my promises to you are no longer valid.

On that I assure you that you must not worry. If the plan I have formulated falls through you may take over the management of the teahouse anytime you wish to. My daughter Haruka has been notified of this wish and will comply.

But you may ask what my plan was. Do you not my little Kitsune? I think you will find that you are not the only one to whom the Kami gave the gift of trickery. You learned yours at a tender age by being cruelly used. I learned mine by achieving great age.

For what is the one thing that you desire most? Is it not a man who would love you for exactly who you are? A man who could forgive what you for what life has forced you to become, is that not what you have longed for most, is it not?

That is what I arranged for you when I brought my grandson here. I brought you a man that would love and care for you no matter what.

But, you ask, what of his promise to Naru? Would it not be wrong to love him when she has spoken for him herself? I think I have come away with a solution to that problem.

Each of you girls owes Keitaro and I more than any of you could ever repay. However knowing that each of you loves him and would care for him is payment enough for me.

Yes, I know that you desperately love my grandson. When Kanako told me that each of you refused to destroy the Keitaro dolls she had made, it confirmed it. And you stated openly you thought the dolls were “So adorable.” I believe are the words she used.

To have the love of so many girls was a blessing that my grandson was destined for. Even though his adopted sister tried to sabotage it and failed. She could never undo what was written in the stars.

I have no doubt whatsoever that Naru will not disagree with you're seeking a relationship with my grandson. Every one of you girls desires the same thing from him. And every one of you is willing to give to him physically what you would give no-other man. And that is just to prove that's he holds your hearts in his hands. You want his love.

I tell you this now he can love all of you equally. But there can be no jealousy among you. You would have to share him as you have shared the apartments. I spent many years seeking out the girls to surround my grandson with. And you were but the first to arrive that met the requirements.

With your past you could teach him what he must learn about physically pleasing a woman. You are also the one to teach the other girls (with Mutsumi's help) how to pleasure my grandson. And yes you girls must all learn how to please each other as well. I know that you promised yourself that you would never be lured into a fowl physical relationship again. But would such actions be wrong if you were in love with the other girls as well.

I know that you are attracted to them too. You think it is only because of your past, but I know better. Your attraction started with friendship and has blossomed into a very warm love. The only thing left to do is to consummate that love with each other. And in sharing Keitaro you will be in that situation more than once, for that I am sure of.

You are also the only one capable of keeping the financial vultures away from my grandson and his inheritance. He is still a very trusting individual and might fall pray to those who would take advantage of his kind spirit. You would be able to weed out those who would mean him harm. For those who mean Keitaro harm, seek also to harm his family. And neither of us would abide that.

Your physical desire for my grandson has my blessing. Teach him about the ways of lust, but use your love to do it. Feel him up. Then fill him with your love. Pleasure his manhood with all of you body. Then pleasure his mind and soul with your heart.

I know that you are worried about your premature aging. To be used like you have been would age anyone. The tea I left for you is truly a powerful potion. It will remove all of the affects brought on you by that bastard that used you so. It will also serve to bind you and all of you girls to my grandson, and he to you. But it will only work if your faith will allow it to do so.

Take care of our little family Mitsune; you are the oldest of his wives to be so it shall be your responsibility. Naru will be first but your wisdom must guide her.

With deepest hopes,
Grandma Hina

When she had read the final words of the letter Mitsune once again broke into tears. This time tears of joy were flooding down her face.

For the longest time she just sat there enjoying the fleeting feeling of hope while it lasted. For this was the happiest she had felt in the longest time.

Then she glanced down at the Vial sitting on her desk. Much to her surprise she noticed that it had changed dramatically while she had been reading the scroll. Instead of a murky brown tea color it had become a vivid and shocking red. The liquid inside seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Mitsune was transfixed by the unnatural life emanating from its depths. Then as the familiar fox like grin returned to her troubled face Mitsune jerked the stopper from the vial and let it slide down her throat.

As the warm fluid struck her stomach Mitsune was reminded of the amounts of cum she had been made to swallow working in porn. However, unlike the shame she had felt then the only thing she felt now was desire. Desire for Keitaro, and to her surprise, desire for the others girls as well.

Getting up from her vanity, Mitsune strolled over to her bed. Walking as she had in her videos, she pulled up the blouse of her pajamas until, with a flourish; she flung it from her body. Then with a graceful turn she bent over and removed the bottoms, revealing her soft round buttocks.

She paraded around the room like she was tempting a man at a strip show and that man was Keitaro. She pulled at her nipples. She ran her hands over her ass. She pulled her cheeks apart to flaunt her brown eye to her invisible lover. She then stood with her legs slightly apart and began fiddling with her quickly moistening slit. And as she continued strumming her clit, she found that she wanted sex with a man for the first time in two years. She wanted sex with Keitaro. And the sooner it happened the better off she would be.

Mitsune couldn't ignore her need any longer and walked over to sit down on her futon. A lazy smile spread across her face as she reached under her pillow for her vibrator. It was about 7 inches long and about two inches around and had a realistic bend near the tip. It was also shocking pink. She had named the dildo little Kei-kun after Keitaro but was surprised at how well the name would fit. For by her resent estimations it was short by about two inches and at least a half an inch too small in girth.

Sighing she ran her little toy around her breasts, enjoying the realistic feel of it as it slid across her skin. Then as she continued to rub it over her nipples she spread her thighs apart and began fingering herself with her other hand. Then as she could feel the tension building inside of her overheated box, she dipped it lower and slid it home.

A groan of sexuality escaped her lips as the dildo parted the lips of her well trimmed pussy. Her breath began to come in short gasps as it sank even deeper inside of her. Then when it was buried to the hilt inside of her blonde muff she let out a sigh of contentment that seemed to come from the bottom of her very soul.

She let the plastic toy rest there for awhile and used both of her hands to rub and tweak at her mammoth breasts. She knew she was better endowed than a lot of women and was proud of the sexual tricks she had learned as an adult film actress. She knew a tit-fuck from her was hotter and tighter than some girl's vaginas. Then as the heat built up again she could wait no longer.

Ever so slowly she began to move the phallus back and forth inside of her now quivering tunnel. Her vaginal juices were being squished out of her from the pressure and pressure of the fuck she was giving herself. Then when she could take no more she began to speed up the movement of her hand.

In and out she moved the dildo. Faster and deeper Mitsune thrust the imitation penis. First she was using only short shallow thrusts, only to be countered by stronger and deeper ones. Her hips began bucking up into her hand uncontrollably as she allowed the tempo of it increase even further. Until with a violet shudder she finally felt her climax strike.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her mind and body. She felt as though she was afloat in a sea of her own cum. She could imagine what Keitaro's face would look like as he would spill his seed deep within her clutching womb. She imagined the other girls, laying in a fuck-induced stupor from his mighty prick. She saw herself, and the other girls, licking each other clean after a frenzied orgy.

Then as the waves of sexual satisfaction dwindled to a mere hum Mitsune felt herself overcome with a rather unnatural need for sleep. She might have tried to fight it off but could not. Even though she had longer bouts of sex making movies she could not refrain from yawning. And with her last waking thought towards consummating her relationship with Keitaro, and the others. Mitsune fell into a peaceful sleep and dreamed of her life with them all joined in a life of love, with plenty of sex to go around.