Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Getting A Confession ( Chapter 26 )

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of the licenses to Love Hina. To those of you who have expressed their opinions about the sexual content of this story I do apologize, but my story will remain a lemon. And if you think that I go overboard or wonder where I learned to write such scenes I ask you to read a romance novel or two. They might not all have graphic depictions of sexual situations, however, most do. To those that have taken the time to review my humble work, I thank you. It is from the enjoyment of others that have read my work that helps me to continue writing. The criticism, constructive or otherwise, helps me to refine my technique. I hope to be published one day with one of my actual novels that I am currently working on.
Now that the issues have been addressed, on with the story…

It was dark.

It was very dark.

The darkness that surrounded him made him think back on what he was.

He had been nicknamed the razor because of his sharp personality. He was considered one of the toughest men in his crew simply because of his willingness to do anything to get ahead. Locals referred to him as a bladed monster. He had always managed to strike first and leave nothing but a corpse behind…until now.

His last clear vision was that of watching his lieutenant Hino ‘The Hammer’ Saka’s chest explode. Hino was a tough guy too. He had watched him smile as his opponents tried to stop him with kicks, punches and clubs. Nothing like that had ever worked before. He would let them hit him ten to twenty times and then he would tear them apart with his bare hands. If they pulled a knife on him, they had better be faster than he was. The last guy that pulled a knife on him had to get to a hospital to have it removed from his stomach. Hino had shoved it into the guy so hard it went in, handle and all. But then that kendo girl had used some kind of attack on him and his chest just exploded outward. And the look on his face showed that he knew he was going to die. Nobody could have that much agony in their eyes unless they felt it. And considering the results, it must have been very painful indeed.

And razor knew that the same thing could have happened to him, except he had been on the ground in agony himself. That skinny little twerp had flung a wok at him and hit him right smack in his jewels. In fact, he could still feel a distinct throbbing sensation coming from where the wok had connected with his nuts. He knew he would love to go over himself in self-examination to check the health of his favorite piece of anatomy. But he was currently tied to a chair, a heavy metal one from the feel of it.

He was brought back from his reverie by the sound of approaching voices. Then a light went on and he was temporarily blinded by the sudden luminescence.

The room he was in seemed to be carved out of the rocks or a cave or something. He could see a stream of water running around his feet.

“So this is the scum that thought to steal our sister.”

He looked up and saw a young gaijin staring at him with an overly angry expression.

“Yup. That’s him Kaolla. Do you think that we can find out where they have taken Shinobu-chan?” A taller woman in a grey sweater bent over to look him in the eye.

“If we did not require information from this garbage I would gladly destroy him now.” The Kendo girl he had seen kill Hino spoke up from the other side of the room they had him placed in.

“Sister control yourself. His judgment will be up to Shinobu when we retrieve her. If she decides that he is to be terminated, then he will be. She will also be the one to decide what form his death will take”

He looked over to the voice and saw another kendo girl that was obviously the older sister of the younger one. She had the same lustrous, long black hair, and the same stuck-up regal bearing. The only notable difference was her face was more hawk-like.

“It’s a good thing I was able to heal him slightly.” A melodious voice chimed in. “Otherwise we would have to search from scratch. Now we can force this offal to divulge where they have taken Shinobu. Then I can make him pay for wanting to interfere with our lives.”

Glancing over her saw a longhaired brunette smiling at him. She might appear happy but in his opinion, she was looking at him the way a shark might look at a tuna when it is hungry. The only other thing he noticed is she had to have the largest rack he had ever seen on a woman. Too bad, she was wearing that overall dress. And she was obviously pissed at him

“Don’t you think we are being a little bit harsh here?” a male voice cut in. “I mean…I want to find Shinobu too but just too kill him like that, wouldn’t that be murder?”

He looked over and saw the guy that hit him with the wok. He must have been right about him. He was skinny and wore glasses and his hair was a mess. Probably some college twerp that was related to one of these girls somehow.

“Keitaro, if I didn’t know about your forgiving heart I would say you were being weak.”

He looked up at the new voice and saw a woman dressed in a shrine maiden’s uniform. Except for the cherry blossoms embroidered down the side anyway. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, which made her face appear sharp.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t to be punished Haru-chan. I just don’t want him killed. I think between us we can come up with a fitting punishment for trash like this.”

He had heard enough. “Listen bitches, you too punk. If you all don’t want to end up as fertilizer and fish food I would turn me loose now! And forget about that little tart… Shinobu is it? When my friends are through with her she is going to be used up. Ha-ha! By now she has been fucked so much she is probably passed out from the sheer amount of cum she is being forced to take.”

A sudden sharp pain silenced his tirade, and his bravado. The feeling of being pierced by a thousand burning needles coursed through his system into his brain.

“Silence worm!” The young gaijin said as she slapped his cheek causing him to bite his tongue. “The only time you will speak is when one of us asks you a question. Until then my tama interrogation chair will make sure you are silent.”

“Tama wha..?” He started to ask… until he felt a branding iron pressed against his lower back. Then all he could do was scream.

After the pain faded slightly he looked up around him, at those faces so full of anger. He knew that he was going to fall someday but he never thought it would be against a bunch of women and one nerd. He had pictured himself dying at the hands of a rival gang member. The thought was humbling, and humiliating.

“Now that I think you understand what position you are in maybe you are ready to answer our questions. First of all, what is your name?”

“Razo…” He found his reply cut off when he felt the fingers in his left hand breaking. He tried to look down to see who had done it but found himself unable to do so. All he could do was keep staring into the shrine maiden’s eyes, those eyes so full of contempt and hate.

“Not that silly name you adopted for the street boy. The one that you disgraced when you chose to become the trash you are. The one your poor family gave you.”

“Koda, my name is Uktenna, Koda.’ He managed to pant through the pain.

“Very well. Now Koda, what made you choose to be such offal? Surely your ancestors would cringe at the thought.”

“None of…” once again he had tried to resist. And once again, he could feel bones breaking, this time in his right ankle. The pain was nearly unbearable. He was beginning to think that Hino had been the lucky one. He might have been in agony for the last minute of his life but at least his agony ended. Blinking away the tears, he spoke. “To gain status, to have some form of power for once in my life, even if it was only the power of fear I gave people.”

“You should have tried to earn your status respectfully.” The older kendo girl spoke up. “If you had none of this would have happened. Now who hired you to take Shinobu? You obviously don’t have the intelligence to come up with the idea yourself. I know that you are a thug and a rapist. But you aren’t very smart, are you?”

“No I am not smart. I am a goddamn…” His final tirade was cut off by the feeling if his left wrist fracturing. It wasn’t until that point that he understood he was now at the mercy of those he had tried to hurt. Koda knew that he was truly beaten for the first time in his life. So he started again.

“My group, the Dark Samurai, was hired by this guy in a suit to find and kidnap her. He gave us a picture and told us to grab her no matter what. He paid us fifty million yen in advance and said we would receive another fifty million when he came to collect her. He even gave us permission to use her. He only cared that she would be alive when he came for her.”

“Very good but what was his name?” she repeated the question.

“I do not know. I only know he dressed well and he had a big sports car.”

“Where are your friends you useless piece of human shit?! Where have they taken Shinobu?” This question was flung at him by a busty woman in a tight grey sweater.

“There is an abandoned building. It’s completely overgrown with weeds and full of old car parts. It’s about thirty minutes from the southern shopping arcade. If you know what to look for you can see where we have driven onto the property. Otherwise you wouldn’t even know it was there.”

“Can’t you tell us how to get there precisely?” Another woman with honey blonde hair that he hadn’t noticed before asked

“No.” he muttered weakly. He was doing his best to remain awake but the pain from his injuries was just too great. He was about to pass out again and he knew it.

“Then I will have to retrieve the data from your sub-cortex. Your brain will tell me what I want to know, even if you cannot.” The little gaijin said as he saw her press a button on a box in her hand. “And while it is doing so you might feel the discomfort of all of the nice people you have ever hurt. But that’s ok, I don’t mind that at all.

Then he felt a clamp snap shut around his forehead and his world went dark.

This time when he woke, he could feel a tearing in his groin looking up he could see some hulking brute hovering over him. Wondering what was tearing he looked down and saw himself being raped. The brute was forcing his pecker deep into his cunt.

His cunt!!! Oh Kami, those vengeful bitches had turned him into a girl.

He pounded and scratched but the asshole just kept shoving his cock deeper into his bleeding depths. He tried to plead with him but he wasn’t even listening. He just kept rutting into his hairless valley until he felt the wet spurt signaling that the bastard had cum. Looking up to see who had done this he was surprised to look into his own face.


What the hell!!! He had just been raped by himself?!! The he turned around and saw his reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t him at all it was that little slut he had talked into letting him fuck her in junior high. Her name was Suruka Namizakida. And she was popular hot and very, very sexy. Too bad, she had committed suicide at so young an age. She apparently got a-hold of her grandmother’s medication and took the whole bottle.

Then he view changed and he found himself trying to talk to a younger version of himself. But, true to form he wasn’t about to listen to a girl. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes so he ran into the one place that people wouldn’t hear him cry, the girls levorotary.

Glancing down he pulled up his shirt to reveal a slight bulge. Oh, Kami she had been pregnant with his baby.

Then the scene shifted again and he saw her reflection, she was smiling this time. Then he glanced down and saw the empty bottle of pain pills. NO! NO! She had killed herself because of his baby. Oh No!!! He could feel her heart stopping as her blood started slowing in her veins. His last vision was of a picture of himself taped to a mirror as his/her eyes closed for the final time.

She had been in love with him yet to him; she was just a passing fling. He floated in the darkness again wonder how he never understood that she loved him. Yet he knew he had just used her and threw her away. Then it got brighter and brighter, and found himself staring up into his own face again. He ran his hand over the stubble on his chin.

‘Hell at least I ain’t a girl this time.’ He thought as he blinked away the tears.

He could hear the thoughts of the guy whose body he was occupying.

‘This kid has too much going for him. I cannot let him throw that all away just because he thinks my gang is cool. I must set him a task so impossible that he will think that it would be better to return to school.’

“So you want to call yourself razor, do you?” he replied with a sneer. “I tell you what. The day you manage to kill me is the day you can join up with us. Hell, on that day you will be our leader. And everyone here will answer to you. Ok?

“If that is what you want. Then that is they way it will be.” He then saw the younger version of himself storm out the door and slam it behind him

He now recognized just who he had become. He now inhabited the body of Yosho “big gun” Tamura. He had been the sect leader for a small off branch of the yakuza. He was a small underworld figure for the most part, but too the rest of the town he was the boss. In fact, he was the first person that he had…

And just as Koda suspected his vision shifted. He was now making love to a slutty little ganguro girl when he felt the blade slip into his spine. The girl had tried to get out from under him but it was no use. He heard himself say that he was grateful to her for her part in the trap but he couldn’t have any witnesses about. Then he felt the long sword push through his stomach and into the belly of the woman beneath him. He could only stare into the terror filled eyes of the woman as her own death was now linked to the man above her. The pain that filled his heart made him want to cry. But the blood that flowed from his belly turned his tears to blood.

Their deaths took quite awhile and Koda could feel every second of it. It was in fact his first murder. His reputation on the street was instantly notorious. He had been proud of that at the time but now he wanted to throw up. His own actions were making him sick.

He was hoping as the blackness overcame him again that his torture was finally over, but it was not to be. Light soon flooded his memory once again.

This time he seemed to be staring at himself from two sets of eyes. He instantly knew why. He was now inhibiting the bodies of the Sakamora twins. The boy was Chidori and the girl was Suki.

They both wanted to be in the gang. They were both poor and had no valuables or skills to offer but they needed to join so that they could afford food.

He trembled at the thought of what was coming. After getting them something to eat, he had locked the both into a room. After a couple of days they were begging him to let them earn a place with him so he made them put on a sexy show for him. He forced the sister to suck her own brother’s cock until he spewed his cock cream down her throat. Then he took his turn. Then he forced her brother to suck him off as well. He could taste his spend in his mouth doubly as he had forced both of them to swallow his cum. He knew that he wasn’t homosexual but at the time he got off on the power that he had over the two street urchins. Then to further depredate them, he tied the brother to a bed and made the sister mount him. Once they were moving steadily together in an effort to satisfy his sexual whims he got up behind her and forced his prick deep into her ass. At the time, it was thrilling. Now that he felt their shame and anguish, he could feel the bile in his mouth. Unable to stop himself he vomited. He was saved the humiliation of feeling it though as he could feel both of there orgasms at the same time as the pain he felt from the girl as he spewed his own seed deep into her bowels. Then he went dark again and he breathed a sigh of relief. That was to be a short sabbatical though when the light returned and he saw that it was two years later.

He had planned the robbery so well. In fact, he had planned it perfectly. The twins, now parents of twins themselves. Now they were to be part of a daring daylight bank robbery and everything had went off without a hitch including the part where he had planned to use them as a human shields. He tried to scream, to warn them of his treachery but it was no use. He felt twin blossoms of pain where the bullets ripped into their bodies. He suffered each second a both twins died there on that street. Then he suffered again when he felt the younger twin’s confusion and pain as he tossed them out of his speeding van at the orphanage.

Through thirty years of his life, he suffered every pain he had ever caused. The raping and murders. Every harm he had ever done was recounted. Then he lived through them a second time. He had felt himself vomit again and again, only to never feel it. Then a new vision appeared on of a lonely road south of town. A rather detailed vision of where he had stationed the guards and what room they would be keeping the girl in. he had been told that if this caper was successful his position as a lower yakuza lord would be assured. Then he was suddenly blinded by light again.

Blinking away the spots, he stared up into those faces he had seen before. They were now looking fairly justified. He looked down and saw the puke that covered the lower half of his body. He didn’t dare speak from fear of what they would do to him next.

“You really smell bad.” The young gaijin spoke up suddenly. “So Su is glad that she installed a wash cycle on her interrogation chair. Koda then felt scalding hot water pour over the length of his skin. As painful as that was he was glad to bid rid of the odor of stomach brine that he had spewed over himself while under the influence of the machine he was strapped into.

“Now that we have all of the information we need from you we will be leaving you for a short while to collect our friend and sister.” The honey blonde girl said sourly. But do not worry when we return she will be the one to pass final judgment on you.”

“That is correct. Now that we have your own memory as a record of your crimes. She will get to read over them and decide your punishment. She might not be very merciful after she finds out the total list of your crimes though.” The older of the Kendo girls said silkily.

“I would like to punish you now but I’m sure our little Shinobu would be more than willing to accept my idea. You seem to have a deep resounding fear of becoming a woman. So to me that would be a very fitting sentence to levy against you.” The melodious voice of the overall wearing girl chimed in.

“True Mutsumi-chan he does. But then again for as many people he has killed we might as well just execute him now. It would be more fitting though if she had been trained as I and my sister had. Then she could execute him herself.”

“Motoko that just might be an idea,” The shrine maiden said with an evil grin. “For a turd like this to loose his life to a little girl in armed combat would be priceless.”
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“I do not ever want to see this man around our Shinobu again.” The nerdy looking guy said. “If he is to die in combat I will kill him myself. And not just for what he did to Shinobu either. All of these people he hurt deserve vengeance for what he has done to them.”

Then the ash blonde spoke up “Kei-kun, none of us want to see him around you. His sick mind might contaminate yours somehow. I say we just take a pair of garden shears and hack off his manhood. Then let him try to explain that to the cops or anyone else that might listen.”

“Kitsuné you really are vicious when you are angry. Has anyone ever told you that?” the nerd said.

“Of course sugar, I am a woman after all. All in favor of whacking of his manhood raise your hand.”

Poor Koda blanched as everyone there raised there hand. What shocked him more was that he found himself raising his own hand.

“Good once we get Shinobu back it should be unanimous.” The musical voice said again. “To make it fair I will make sure you are very pretty when they are done. After all, men like their women to be pretty.”

The younger kendo girl then spoke up. “I want Shinobu home by sunup, so we had better get going don’t you think? And what are we going to do with this vermin while we are gone?”

“Its okies Motoko.” The young gaijin said smiling “I will let my tama interrogation chair keep him company.” With that, she pushed the button and he felt his head snap into place as the nightmares he had caused once again invaded his mind. He tried to tell them he didn’t need to be locked into his own sordid memories. He tried to apologize. But all that came out was a strange gurgle as once again he lived through the tortures he had placed on other people over and over and over….

Soon the Hinata crew was gathered outside ready to find and rescue their heart and soul.

Tsuruko and Motoko had exchanged their bokkans for their swords.

Keitaro watched as Tsuruko paid homage to her ancestors, and then slid the blade her family had used for centuries home into its wooden sheath.

Glancing over her watched Motoko raise the gleaming, black Hinata blade. She held it vertically so that the deadly edge of the blade faced her. He knew, as did everyone else there, what that blade was capable of. He also knew what it contained. He still did not understand how Motoko had gained mastery over the daemon that was forcibly housed within the blade. Anyone else trying to wield it would soon find themselves enslaved to a monster. He shuddered in fear at the thought as he watch Motoko slowly sheath the glistening black blade and tie it reverently into place.

Looking around he saw his cousin Haruka sitting cross legged before a mound of equipment. Then after seeing her do, some strange hand signals the equipment was suddenly gone. The only things that remained were a pair of old war fans that she picked up and slipped into the folds of her obi.

Mitsuné simply tied a headband around her eyes at first. But then he glanced at her a little more carefully and noticed an array of tools tucked into the folds and pockets of her clothing. Noting her opinion of the trash, they stashed in the caves he caught the distinct sight of the handle to a large pair of garden shears protruding from her dark jacket.

Mutsumi made the strangest transformation.

Gone was the bubbly and happy girl and in her place a dark warrior stood. Looking like something out of the old ninja movies, she was dressed in black from head to toe. He swallowed hard as she produced a sickle and chain weapon Keitaro thought was a manriki-gusari. He had seen a few in collector’s shops but other than that he had never seen one outside of the movies. She then went over and knelt before Haruka who started chanting.

Motoko and Tsuruko quickly followed suit. Looking over he saw Naru take a few swings with different weapons at her disposal. After selecting a short sword from the pile the girls had assembled, she went over and joined the other girls now kneeling in front of Haruka.

Knowing he would definitely be going, he quickly snatched up a large spiked club and went to join his girls. He then felt someone shove a ring into his hand. Looking down he saw that it bore the Hinata crest so he slipped it onto his third finger. To join the jewelry Kaolla had given him earlier in the day. After Haruka had finished her prayer, they all stood up as a loud thump surprised them all.

Kaolla had entered, and in grand style as usual. She was wearing some kind metal armor, and a murderous grin. He heard Haruka ask something about usefulness and Kaolla reached out a smashed a bolder she had been carrying in her other hand.

All of the girls nodded then. And started off. Then it struck him, someone was missing.

“Hey you guys. Where is Kanako? Has anyone seen Kanako?”

“Kanko took off shortly after Shinobu was taken.” Haruka said glumly

“She has once again shown her cowardly colors.” Motoko said with an edge of cruelty. “She has proven herself to be unworthy of our friendship and our trust. Now I suggest we go. Shinobu will be needing our care.”

With that, they headed out to find and rescue their friend.