Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Keitaro's Scroll ( Chapter 10 )

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Keitaro was feeling antsy. The pat couple of weeks were beginning to play hell with his nerves and he thought he was going to explode at any moment. His fuse seemed to be getting shorter every day and he had no idea what was going to light it.First there was the funeral trying to remain calm and dignified throughout that ordeal had been very taxing and when he had finally allowed himself to break down had nearly killed him. In fact when he had found out just how ill he had become and what his fiancé and the other girls had done to nurse him back to health. It amazed him that any of them would do that for him. All he had ever done is try to be their friend and ally. He had never thought that they would go to the lengths they did to save his worthless neck. After all he was just a regular old hentai no baka. His head seamed to always be in the clouds. That is why he was never watching where he was going at any one time. And it was also the reason he was always stumbling in where he didn’t need to be at that particular moment. Like walking in on the girls when they were changing or bathing or any of the million of other times he had gotten pummeled for glimpsing them in their all together. He must have seen them all at least a hundred times completely naked it was no wonder that he was always getting kicked over the roof.

Granted they were the most gorgeous girls in the world to him and lately he was finding it harder to ignore the fact that he was living with all of his most sexual fantasies come to life. And his biggest problem is he wouldn’t no where to start even if he did have the slightest chance at any of them. In fact he knew he had a better chance of escaping the underworld than making time with any of his beautiful tenants and friends. But if he could he knew all of their best attributes by heart and they weren’t all physical either. And although he would never list them in any particular order he knew what he liked about each of them best.

First there was might be Mutsumi. She always seemed so happy and cheerful. She never wanted to punt him over the roof. But of course when he was going gaga over her glowing skin she was usually fainting. Her skin was pale gold with just the right amount of muscle tone. Her eyes could seem as large as dinner plates and they were always so full of love and wonder. She loved melons of any kind but her preferred soap smelled like lilacs and honey. Her hair like most of the other girls reached to the small of her back and was honey colored. Her hips radiated outward in a pair of graceful arcs that returned inward to those deliciously sexy legs. And to top it off the rejoined to a beautiful thatch of nut brown hair that guarded the most private part of her. And Keitaro knew that if she tasted as good as she smelled the lucky guy or girl who got her would definitely have captured a real treasure. And he knew it might be a girl because she had really given Naru one hell of a kiss and he had caught her staring at a few girls when they were attending college together. But the unconditional love she had for everyone at the Hinata was the real reason he was so into her.

And what could be said about Motoko. Zeena warrior priestess or whoever she was couldn’t hold a candle to his favorite samurai. Her hair is just so lustrous and long and black. It was hair that seemed to shine on its very own and would never need a light source to do so. Her eyes were pools so deep that he would love to spend an eternity just swimming in them. And her breasts, they seemed so perky for their size not a bit of sag to them at all. And her legs they seemed to be begging him to stoke them. Even though he knew he would loose both of his heads to one stroke of her bokkan if he tried it. But the best part about her was her butt. Yes definitely her butt two handfuls of firm but squishy flesh he would just love to fondle and squeeze and on and adventurous day with the right timing and a lot of lube. What a tight fit that would be. But it was her courage and steadfastness that really made her shine in his eyes

Then he might try Mitsune for a thrill. She is older than the other girls but oh so rounded in all the right places. And the ganguro girl look she has adopted really nocks my socks off. That color could only come out of a bottle even if she is halfu or less so what if her mother grandmother made love to someone from the her breasts were made for one thing alone and that was SEXUAL PLEASURE. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops but all that would get him would be a sore throat and a black eye. Her buttocks swayed back and forth like a movie stars world do in a film made for late nights. Her eyes when not closed from her mischievous thoughts were very blue. And her legs matched the golden tan of the rest of her body in fact her knew that that tan went everywhere on her body. All in all her voluptuous body seemed to be made for sex, pure sex and nothing but the sex. But he knew that deep in his heart her heart was bigger than any of his sexual fantasies ever would be concerning her.

And what was going on with that sexy little Shinobu? Shortly after he had arrived at the Hinata he had met the cute little girl and told her he would be like a big brother to her. Little did he know that little girl would be growing up to be (whoa-mamma) Japans rising answer to the supermodel. Her hair which was cut in some sort of pageboy cut only emphasized her soulful eyes. And the fact is she had the most beautiful pouting lips ever and he knew that weather at kissing or polishing a knob they would be perfect for the task. She also had a wonderful little derriere. It might not have the muscle tone that Motoko’s does but again that would be one tight fit. He longed to mold it with his hand as they made sweaty slapping noises late at night. And not to mention her nether lips nobody could tell what was going on under that fuku but when she was excited those lips would puff and pout just as much as the ones on her face would sometimes more. But it was the fact that she would do her share and more that made his heart swell gently with love towards her.

And how about that hyper active little treat Kaolla-Su? She might seem like an overactive little pest at time but he has seen her soft side as well, very soft. Her face was chiseled out by the gods. Aphrodite would be jealous of her remarkably good looks. Her limbs were long and graceful her feet well her feet could kick a rock a mile or so and still look as soft as a newborn kitten. Her legs, long and tan a beachcomber’s dream yet still so very soft. He often wondered what she would be like if she turned all of that energy into a sex-drive what would happen? She could probably fuck half of the district to death before lunch. Her breast might not be that big but they weren’t small ether. And as far as he was concerned they would be more than a mouthful. And that was more than enough for him. He wanted to see just how she would react after he fed her his banana when he squeezed it inside that little channel that she had for a vagina. But it was the brilliant inventions her mind churned out that really excited him. (Not to mention put him in full body cast once or twice.)

And what about that psychotic sister of mine Kanako. She is completely crazy I mean she might be adopted but she sure can kiss. Kisses like hers have been known to start wars. She was hot from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She was a fire waiting to happen and if he didn’t want to go to hell he would gladly play in the flames. From her pixie face to her tight little bottom he longed to treat her like a sundae and just lick and taste her from one end to the other. And especially that tight cherry center and when he was done tasting her he could fill her with his own private reserve of cream. And there were tree important places that needed it. Her mouth because she would look so hot as it slid down the back of her throat. Her pussy because it would feel great and look even better as she realized that he had filled her tunnel with his fertile seed. And her ass well, that was just because he wanted to damn it all. She had been teasing him for years. It would serve her right if he took her around the world then dumped her. She was so hot to look at and was always teasing him. How could she not know that she had given him blue balls and wet dreams for ten years now and he has had just about enough of it. And the worst part about it is he could never respond because that would mean he is just as perverted as she is. And he would never want to admit that, would he?
Then there was Naru. His beloved, his hearts one and only, the girl of his dreams with a right cross that would impress George Foreman. Physically her hair was the color of ripened wheat but to him it looked like it was woven on the looms of the gods and attached by liquid gold her eyes could blast fire when she was angry but usually the were soft and kind. She was his biggest friend and his oldest love. He maintained a reserved air about himself because of her. He didn’t give into the temptation of the other girls because of her. And he was definitely getting blue-balls because of her. He didn’t know what she was thinking but when she stuck her head through the hole this morning it wasn’t because she was asking a question. He knew she must have been seeing if he could control himself when she was showing him her body. All he did was look today, his nose didn’t explode like a volcano in a series of blood spurts He didn’t end up jumping back five feet and end up crashing thru the wall. He didn’t go boggle-eyed at her tasty looking breasts as they swayed back and forth in front of his face. Hell he didn’t even drool…much. And he did know without her love he would be nothing so he would do anything to keep her love.
And in the fact that the past two weeks he had seen more seemingly willing naked flesh than most men saw in a lifetime and it was driving him nuts. Most guys would be thanking their lucky stars but after almost ten years and no action Keitaro was ready to cry enough. It wasn’t enough that he was seeing them nude on accident. NOW they were showing off to him on purpose, or at least it seemed that way. It was beginning to seem like they wanted him to be consistently sexually frustrated and it just didn’t seem fair to him that he was getting all of the perks but the best one. The final reward he craved. He was willing to wager that he would be the only guy to get married as a virgin this year in this district. Hell, given the right odds he would almost bet that he would be the only one in the whole of at his age.
And that was just his fist big problem his second was that strange will. According to his grandmothers wishes he was left the bulk of her estate. In fact he was now one of the fifty richest people in the world. He didn’t know how to be rich. He had spent the better part of the past almost ten years sweeping floors and fixing lights. What was he going to do with that much ready cash? Why fix up the hotel, and not just the hotels main building, but all of the surrounding outbuildings that go with it. Some of the buildings listed in that stupid file were so old that their foundations were laid before the samurai code went the way of the dodo.
Keitaro knew he shouldn’t be feeling sorry for himself but he couldn’t help it. And he was feeling doubly ashamed of himself for the lustful thoughts towards the girls. They had been his only friends that he had ever really had. The only one that had ever really been questionable in his mind was his crazy sister. And other than that they had all helped him to become more like he wanted to be. He could now talk to people without getting all embarrassed about it he had been able to admit that he was deeply in love with Naru. He could even last more than five minutes in a session of swordplay with Motoko. (Even though he thought she was still giving him a lost of chances and if it came to a real fight she would still slice him to ribbons.)
All in all his was becoming a very depressed young man. He had even been giving serious thought to reverting to a permanent introvert so that he wouldn’t be able to be hurt or be able to hurt anyone else.
And so he sat listening to the strange noises that were floating around the apartment complex tonight. It was sounding to him like it had been invaded by some sort of animals, like the coyotes of maybe.
His thoughts kept circling between his inability to talk sexually to any of the girls including Naru and the problems with organizing the reconstruction of the hotel and its grounds brought Keitaro to a forgotten item. The scroll his grandmother had left him. He knew why he wanted to put it off and he figured that nobody would blame him. If his grandmother gave him the shock of his life with her will he could only shudder at the things she would tell him on that roll of parchment. But he thought to himself that he had been putting it off for almost two weeks now and it was time that he got it over with.Getting slowly to his feet Keitaro walked slowly over to the dresser and pushed it aside revealing the floor safe he had installed there. Then he quickly thumbed the combination into the safe and turned the handle. Looking inside at the reorganized interior of the safe Mitsune had probably gotten into it. But for some reason he knew he could trust her with its contents just because he would swear she had Kitsune blood in her because of her love for jokes he knew she would never deliberately rip him off. She would trick him out of every yen; dollar pound and mark to his name yes, but steal it outright never. After regaining his wondering thoughts he reached into the safe and withdrew the crystal vial of tea and the scroll sealed with wax.
After closing the safe and returning the dresser to its place above it Keitaro went over to his desk and sat down. Taking out a samurai sword letter opener (that he had bought because it was so similar to Motoko’s bokkan) he cut thru the seal and unrolled the parchment and began to read carefully.

To Keitaro
My beloved grandson and heir

I have been watching you grow and mature sense you were but a babe in your dear mother’s arms and I am pleased to say that you have outshone anything that anyone has expected of you.
You have overcome your inability to study and graduated with honors. You may not have been first in your class, but you were no slouch ether. Twenty-fifth in your class of six-hundred-fifty is something to be proud of.
And you have been the most hard working manager the Hinata has ever seen, and that includes the time when I let your dear father manage it for one month. I tell you in truth that you will never hear of him speaking about how bad thing got for him and that he completely ruined everything here for almost and entire tourist season. And if you don’t believe me you can ask your mother because that disaster is what brought them together and made them fall in love.
Then there is your greatest triumph yet when you came here you couldn’t get a date and now you have your choice of eight of the loveliest girls to ever walk upon Hinata’s troubled shores. Yet you have made a choice, have you not? Let us look closer at it.Naru is a very sweet girl whom you made a promise to so many years ago. And you as a man fulfilled it. When you first arrived she could barely stand to be in the same room with you, much less think loving thoughts about you, as she does now. In fact it was shortly after she grabbed you by the balls without her glasses your first day here that she decided that you were better off to humanity as a corpse. But then the adventures started or in your case MIS-adventures hehehe. Within a few short moths you had ingrained yourself into her life and she would not do without you. When you took off for the states with Seta a couple of years later Naru began to change. She became depressed and melancholy for the first time in her life. But then…Just a couple of days before you got back she livened up without explanation. And by the underworld as the truth she was even able to out prank our miss Mitsune a couple of times. It was also during you absence that she took charge of the rebellion against your crazed sister. And in the end they won their battle and you won her heart.
But I did say eight girls, correct.
Next would be the honorable Miss Motoko. She is a queen in her honor. She is also the deadliest swordswoman that has ever walked the face of the earth. Why does she continually use that bokkan? Because even with that old wooden stick as her choice of weapons it would be overkill for someone of her impressive skill level. Over and over again she tried to ether remove the head on your shoulders or the one you carry in your pants. But then she too started joining in your misadventures. She still remembers to this day how you helped her refine the sword technique that she used to free Naru from the cursed necklace. And she remembers her sister’s visit even better. You know the time she showed up and Motoko was pretending to be affianced to you then she went running from the house and went face first down the stairs and took you with her. She was so embarrassed to look back and see your cute little nose just about buried into the crack of her gorgeous little buttocks. Of course she had to punt you to the moon, honor demanded it. But that has been one of her absolute fondest memories. You won her heart and never even tried to claim it.

Then there is our resident fainter Mutsumi. She is the girl who has the greatest amount of pure intellect, but not the greatest amount of common sense. I like to boil myself then I feel like feinting and I never understood why. If it were not for you, and Naru of course she would still be passing out anywhere she went in She was the girl who gave you your first kiss though. And if I am not wrong (and I know I am definitely not) she was also the one to help explain that you have too many romantic ideals to the other girls. But after everything that might have gone wrong letting her see just how sweet and forgiving you can be you were able to win her trust, and her heart.
Let me see, how about Shinobu next? A shy unassuming girl meets a shy unassuming man and falls head over heals for him the moment he gets her away from her domineering asshole of a father and her equally bitchy control freak mother. And to top it off nether one even cared that she was here… as long as she wasn’t with the other parent. They both need psychologists and then hammers brought down upon the crowns of their heads to knock some common sense into their spiteful little heads. That girl wouldn’t have made it this far without you. And above everything else you never judged here or turned her away. And when she offered herself to you when she was too young to be doing so you didn’t take advantage of her OR insult her. You brought her down gently and without harming her tender heart. Does she still love you? You had better believe it grandson of mine. That girl loves you more than life itself.
Next should be our resident prankster Mitsune. How many times has she picked your pocket, robbed you or swindled you and somehow managed to keep you smiling about it. Her past is a tragic one but her story is her own and I have promised to let her be the one to tell it. The first day she saw you she tried to dismember you. And then when she found out I had appointed you as apartment manager she offered to… let me try to remember her words… ah yes, show you a good time and make it worth your wile for a reduction on her rent costs. You aunt saved your hide that day. She knew you were not ready for the type of games that Mitsune liked to play on men. But you learned soon enough didn’t you? Soon you were matching wits with a veritable tigress and occasionally coming out on top. She soon became proud that her favorite target had the tightest defenses when it came to having someone else try to take advantage of him… or his friends. And she knows you have let her take advantage of you lately just to see her smile and laugh. And when she watched you stand up and take it on the chin (or crotch or nose or wherever the blow decided to land.) her hardened heart began to soften. And like the other girls she let you have her heart knowing that you would never lay anything but an honorable claim to it.
Now I should mention our resident inventor and hyper active hot-tie Kaolla-Su. She has more energy than ten people and a mind sharper than Albert Einstein’s. When she first met you she thought it would be a game to see if she could blow you up. And she has tried to play that game as often as possible. The tiny kingdom that she is from breed the most hearty and resilient people I have ever had the fortune to meet. They are hard thinkers and very adept warriors. In fact when an entire division of Japanese special forces fell to a mere handful of their solders during world war two the government told high command that the should be avoided at all costs. And so they remain mostly isolated to this day. But I digress. Our little champ has a problem with her hormones, hormones that YOU started flowing in her lithe young body. It really isn’t your fault that you bear an uncanny resemblance to her big brother. And when the red moon appeared so did her adult form. If you hadn’t been there to help resolve the issue her body would have destroyed itself. Then her big brother, her real fiancé showed up to marry her and you helped her show that the one he wanted was her real big sister and earned her love and gratitude forevermore.
Last but not least and the biggest problem in you life is Kanako. Yes Kanako. You beloved adopted sister loves you so much she would do anything to have you near her. You saved her from herself when you were but children and now that you are adults she wants you for herself. If not for her selfishness I would have agreed to her suite for you but as things stand I would not allow it. But as she is your adopted sister there really wouldn’t be anything that could be done about the choices you both make. But while you seek to treat her with honor she has betrayed you and sought to harm your friends and for that you said that you loved her but she could not live with you. You gave her the judgment of a man and she accepted. Now she will be near you for at least a year. That is a year she must use to atone for her actions towards you and the other girls. If she repents of her foul heart she would be a gem among the other gems you have managed to gather to your hearth.
I have given you much to think about my grandson and little answers I know. But I am confident that anything you choose from this day forward with be honorable and chosen with love and care for those around you.

With my fondest wishes for happiness,
Your grandmother, Matriarch Hinata

When Keitaro read these final words the tears began flowing down his face and he had a smile on his face. He knew he had been very hard to live with lately and then just randomly lusting after the girls had been making him feel like a real cad. But this letter gave him hope that he could repay them all. He had been going over the maps and had decided to give them all what they deserved. He would be able to give each of them what the wanted most. And above everything else he would show them that they too had earned his love and his heart.
A.N. sorry about the time it took me to write this chapter. It was the most difficult one because the feelings he has towards the other girls was so different from theirs during his reading.