Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Redemption Begins ( Chapter 29 )

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The girls had gathered outside of Shinobu’s bedroom while Mutsumi covered the erstwhile lovers. After glancing in, they took turns pointing and whispering amongst themselves. They knew just how Shinobu felt. Making love to Keitaro, could be like riding a firework, he took you as high as he could and then let you explode in pleasure. Grinning and laughing amongst themselves, they started to head back down to the common areas.

"We all knew that she was going to get her claws into him as soon as she could, but I didn't think she would be this wild about it." Nauru said, laughing.

"Seriously, after last night I thought she wouldn't be able to confirm herself a member of our little group for a while. Nevertheless, her love for Keitaro has managed to override the fear she must have felt last night." Tsuruko said."Many women would not want to deal with physical relations so soon after being violated, but Shinobu has always known that she wanted Keitaro. I guess after last night she must've thought she had waited long enough."

"I think they look cute together." Mutsumi said, giggling."It isn't often that you get to see a girl fulfill their dreams the way Shinobu did. If she wasn't so nice, she would have kidnapped Keitaro a longtime ago, not that he would have complained for too long."

“The only thing that disturbed me about last night was the fact that Kanako tried to take on the entire gang by herself. She should have waited for the rest of us. I do not fault her courage. However, if she had waited for the rest of us she might not have been so gravely injured." Motoko's said frowning.

“I believe that she was thinking that if she had succeeded in her efforts we would have forgiven her for her past mistreatment of Keitaro, not to mention the rest of us.” Mitsuné said. “I don’t think she was looking to be a hero as much as she was looking to redeem herself in our eyes.”

“That might be true Kitsuné,” Motoko replied, “That is why I said what I said to my sister. If Kanako does not revive from her injuries, I will be hunting down that baka Kentaro and finishing what we started. He will think the injuries he is now suffering from a minor inconvenience when I am finished with him.”

“Calm yourself sister. The injuries he is now suffering from is a much better punishment for him than death.” Tsuruko said, as she laid her hand on her younger sister’s shoulder. “Everybody knows now what kind of trash he really is and he is going to live a long and miserable life knowing that. I would say that his currant situation is completely justified and his lack of honor has now been broadcast to anyone who cares to look.”

“No matter,” Haruka said wistfully, “we still don’t know who our enemies really are. We have dealt with one of his or her agents. They might have a dozen more lined up to do battle with us, and even though Keitaro is the main focus for their attention, any one of us could fall to them and their plans would be complete.”

“Then we shall have to make sure that they suffer the same fate as Kentaro, right ladies?” Naru said with a vicious smile. “If some bastard wants to hurt our Kei-kun they are in for the fight of their lives.”

The rest of the girls nodded their faces grim and foreboding.

“Just remember the rules.” Haruka said. She knew that as a group, the girls were determined to destroy the individuals that would dare to intrude on their lives with Keitaro. She also understood that whoever was assisting to resurrect the demon was no less determined. “Now I think its time one of us checked in on Kanako, unless I miss my guess she will be waking soon.”

“Motoko and I will do it.” Mutsumi said with a smile. “I have to check to see if my stitches are holding and I know that Motoko has something to say to her.”

“Is this true Motoko? You really wish to have words with someone you swore to me four years ago that you would never utter a word to?” Tsuruko asked. She couldn’t help but laugh as she watched her sister blush scarlet.

“Tsuruko-nee why do you enjoy seeing me discomforted so much? Yes, I did swear four years ago that I would never say a word to her. I thought the dishonor she had caused everyone made her someone that I would never willingly associate with, but now, considering the circumstances, I think its time for her and I to have a private discussion.”

“Very well, have your discussion with her; just remember she was gravely injured last night. I don’t want you discussion to get out of hand.” Tsuruko said laughing.

Motoko didn’t say another word. She just grabbed Mutsumi’s hand and rapidly dragged her to the second floor where Kanako’s new room was.

Everyone wondered what was going on except Tsuruko, who whispered in Haruka’s ear. Haruka’s eyes went wide and then she too, burst out laughing.

Mutsumi watched as her friends already blushing face got even redder. She really didn’t understand what the big deal was but Motoko seemed to be in an awfully big hurry to get away from there.

The laughter of the two oldest of Keitaro’s girls died in their ear as they made their way to Kanako’s room. Upon entering, they saw that the youngest Urashima was awake and looking as if she were going to burst into tears at any moment.

“Good morning Kana-chan. Is your leg or breast bothering you?” Mutsumi asked brightly.

“The small injury to my breast just itches. My leg is mostly numb. However, it is the injury to my pride that hurts the most. If I had been paying proper attention, that bastard wouldn’t have cut me so deep when he died. Were you able to rescue Shinobu? If my failure has caused her any grief or pain I might as well die now.”

“It was your effort that allowed us to succeed in rescuing her.” Motoko stated flatly. “Their advance guard would have spotted all of us as we were traveling in such a large group. There is only one person that sustained serious injury on our side, and that was you.”

“Then Shinobu is alright, thank the Kami. If I had failed there is no way I could have forgiven myself.”

“The only reason you would have failed is that you always seek to do things by yourself. If you had told us your plans, one of us could have assisted you. You wouldn’t have any injury at all. Your pride nearly cost Keitaro everything. Nevertheless, having once been like you, I understand exactly how you felt at the time. You are our sister. You love Keitaro as much as any of the rest of us do, perhaps more in some ways. You put your own life on the line to try to rescue someone you knew would be missed. Now you are one of us you need to realize something. Keitaro will need all of us to face whoever it is that is trying to hurt him. They are trying to get to him so we are all targets. They know how much he cares for us, so we are his weakness. The two cuts you have will be insignificant compared to what I will do to you if you ever run off alone like that again, understand?”

With that, Motoko smiled at the crafty little woman before her. The smile so shocked Kanako that she could only respond in kind.

“Oh my, you two seem to understand each other. What is the world coming to?” Mutsumi said laughing. Her gales of laughter were so infectious that the two most serious girls of the Hinata soon were laughing just as hard as she was.

Once their laughter panned off Mutsumi started checking her needlework. “I don’t think that your stitches will be coming out until next week. In the meantime, I have an ointment here that you, or anyone else, will put on your scars. If you use it correctly, you won’t have any visible scars to speak of. It smells a little strong, but I guarantee it works.’

Mutsumi then pulled out a ceramic jar and opened the lid. Nobody seemed to notice her grin as she began applying the yellow paste to the wound on Kanako's thigh, but soon the unusual odor filled the room. Mutsumi knew full well what the possible effect of the smell from the ointment she was liberally applying, the two girls with her, had no idea.

Kanako had always been precocious. Her early sexual escapades ensured her libido’s somewhat unnatural growth. The combination of the scent of the ointment and the sensation of having the busty Okinawan stroking her thigh was already making her panties damp. Her uninjured leg immediately cocked itself back to allow greater access to her nether regions, and Mutsumi, being who she was just smiled sweetly a continued to rub the ointment into her skin. The only thing that would have seemed odd to the casual observer was that she was now applying it to a region far above where the fresh wound was.

Motoko was flushed red with embarrassment. She had heard Mutsumi’s confession just like every other girl at the Hinata. However, the difference between hearing a confession and actually watching her seduce another girl was proving too much for the proud samurai’s mind to process. Her own sexual curiosity had been dampened in her youth. Never mind the fact that she had let Naru orally pleasure her own sex, not more than three days ago. At the time, she had agreed to the plan as a way to further seduce Keitaro. However, watching a girl she thought of as nothing more than her friend willingly taking her time to sexually pleasure another woman was just too much for her to handle. Her own sexual responses kicked into overdrive and her hands, as though they possessed a will of their own, furiously sought to loosen the bindings and ties that held her hakama and gi in place. Finally, the ties came loose and her hands were able to delve into her own panties, already soaked from her sexual juices, to attempt to scratch the itch that had developed there, and she could smell something coming from the medicine Mutsumi was applying to Kanako's leg. She couldn’t place the scent, but she knew it was raw and sensual.

Mutsumi had been biding her time for years now. She had watched and waited as her friends developed and matured. Now she was taking the chance of sating her lust with Kanako. She wasn’t the first person she wanted to crawl between the sheets with, and she definitely wouldn’t be the last. Her heartbeat seemed to increase a hundredfold as she worked her hands up closer to the despondent girl’s sex. When her legs parted to allow her greater access, she knew that she had won her chance. Ever so slowly she wormed her hands further up the goth’s quivering body until she finally managed to work her hands underneath the black satin panties she wore. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Motoko furiously rubbing her own dripping sex, ‘I might just get a two for one special,’ she thought to herself. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Kanako's sexy underwear and drew them down her legs.

Kanako would have sworn that the only person in the world that she wanted touching her sexually was Keitaro. That is until Mutsumi’s delicate hand cupped her sex. The sudden and immediate explosion of pleasure made her see spots. That she had been wounded the night before was the furthest thing from her mind. She arched her hips seeking even more of the wonderful sensations coursing through her body. He mind was fuzzy and her forehead was bathed in sweat. She had no idea what she was doing or how she had come to be in this situation, but she knew she would never return to how she was before. When she felt a finger enter her delicate folds her hips bucked again, but Mutsumi withdrew her fingers. She heard her erstwhile companion say something about saving her maidenhead for Keitaro, but her own arousal wouldn’t let her mind process that thought. She was almost completely out of control. She flailed her arms, seeking anything to take her mind off of what was happening to her. To her knowledge she had never felt this way before. Even her late night escapades with her brother, her precious onii-chan, hadn’t gotten her this hot. When she felt Mutsumi’s lips pressing against hers she could do nothing but respond in kind. Soon their tongues were dueling furiously. Then those so soft lips left hers and started making a journey that ignited her lust to almost the breaking point. Downward to her breasts, pausing only for a brief moment to tease and suckle at her stiff nipples then they continued lower until they pressed firmly on that most private part of her. At the same time she felt those lips pressing against her sopping sex, one of her hands grasped a hold of something smooth and firm. Looking over she saw that it was Motoko's leg. She hadn’t any idea of what she was going to do with her, but instinct seemed to be making her act in ways that she would never have thought to do otherwise. She drew Motoko's frame closer and closer until the swordswoman was standing directly over her, then she reached up and pressed her mouth to the very damp cotton that covered the prize her brother had so recently claimed as his own.

When Motoko felt the diminutive hand clasp a hold of her thigh her first instinct was to draw herself away from it, but her own senses were out of kilter. For some unrealized reason she allowed herself to be dragged forward until she was standing directly above the futon of the dark girl. Then her own body shuddered as she felt Kanako's lips press tightly against her own sex. She had been watching Mutsumi’s seduction of the girl for almost five minutes now, but it seemed more like a lifetime ago. Lowering herself until her knees were resting on the bed, she reveled in the overwhelming sensations caused by the younger girls tongue. Her eyes flitted to what Mutsumi was doing to her she could see parts of the bustier girl’s tongue as she wormed it in and out of Kanako’s own dripping channel. Her body seemed to be under the control of someone else as her hips wiggled and squirmed against the shorter girls lips. The thought of what Kanako had done to her, while disguised as Naru, on the steps leading to the apartments flashed through her mind. Granted, the small orgasm she had experienced then was nowhere near to what Keitaro had managed to bring her to, when they had mad love, but it had been life changing. She knew subconsciously that her own orgasm was nearing, but she wanted to postpone it for as long as she could. Using the experience of her sexual bath with Naru and Keitaro she reached down and began to caress the breasts of the shorter girl as she felt her to continue to lap at the cotton covering her sex. Then without warning, she felt the hands grasp her soaked panties and pull. The cotton, already damp and pliable, tore under the strain and Motoko felt Kanako's tongue plunge into her own sex. The sudden and pleasurable feeling caused a small tremor to course through the warrior woman’s body and forced her to lean over to keep from falling off the already crowded mattress.

Mutsumi was thoroughly enjoying herself as she feasted on the young woman’s sex. She found Kanako's flavor to be entirely delicious. When she saw the bead of her clit emerge from it’s protective sheath, Mutsumi couldn’t prevent herself from taking the bud between her lips and sucking. The response she received was entirely positive, the sexually charged girl’s hips bucked repeatedly as she toyed with the tiny bit of flesh. She was about to lock her lips around the nubbin once again when she felt the mattress shift. Looking up she saw Motoko straddling the younger girl’s face. Mutsumi chuckled to herself as she watched the prim and proper samurai squirm under the oral ministrations of the girl beneath her. Returning her attentions to her own sexual conquest, she curled her tongue to stiffen it and thrust it deep into the honey flavored cavern Kanako had withheld from everyone for so long. Seeing what she could get away with was a challenge Mutsumi relished. Taking one hand off the squirming girl’s buttocks, she began rubbing it along her sopping cunt. Once enough of the girls juices coated her digits, she once again cupped the girl’s ass. Then, without letting up her oral assault, she began applying steady pressure to the girl’s puckering rear door. The muscle of her sphincter began to relax and her thumb slipped inside. At the same time, she heard a distinctive ripping noise and looked up, only to discover that Kanako had ripped Motoko’s panties completely free from her body. The sight was almost too much for the wanton girl. She received an added shock when Motoko leaned forward suddenly to steady herself. Mutsumi was now face to face with the willful samurai girl. Not one to pass up such an opportunity, Mutsumi reached up and pulled the raven-haired beauty into a searing kiss.

Kanako was certain that this wasn’t the first real sexual encounter she desired. Her loving onii-chan willingly making love to her would have been her first choice, but having the busty Okinawan slurping on her clit and pressing her thumb into her backside was too pleasurable to resist, not to mention the taste of fluids pouring from Motoko's sex was so addicting. ‘Not being able to be with Keitaro I can at least be with the girls he loves.’ She thought happily. Wanting to give as much pleasure as she was receiving, she reached up and pressed a finger against Motoko's own brown berry. She was surprised when Motoko thrust back and her finger disappeared into her clutching bowels. ‘She must have let onii-chan fuck her ass after she saw Mitsuné take his cock that way,’ she thought lustfully. ‘Goodness knows that if he ever wanted to fuck my ass I would be more than willing. When, and if, I ever get my chance with him, I plan on letting him cum in any hole he wanted too. I guess in the meanwhile I will just have to satisfy myself with the rest of his girls.’ Further thought was impossible for the hormonally charged woman though when Mutsumi replaced the thumb in her twitching butt with two of her fingers. This also allowed her to feel the previously unnoticed finger twiddling her clit. Her overwrought senses were building a massive crescendo of pleasure and she wanted to make sure that at least one other person in the room joined her in that void of orgasm. Redoubling her effort on Motoko’s swollen clit, Kanako sought to take the proud woman to those nameless heights with her.

Motoko was nearing the precipice. She knew it wouldn’t be long until she finally collapsed from the pleasure Kanako was bringing her. Her warrior’s pride insisted on not being the first one to give herself up too the pleasurable world of orgasm. Focusing her mind she knew that there was no-way that she was going to remove Mutsumi’s head from between Kanako's spread thighs. The sight of her overly kind friend feasting on the sex of her former enemy was almost to much to bear. The she noticed that her friends ample posterior was lifted high in the air. Her mind reeled as she realized her friend had been eating out the girl beneath them with her butt straight in the air. Reaching over she began to caress the smooth globes of her buttocks and then, without warning she plunged two fingers into the brown hairs that guarded her sex. Working her hand around there she made sure of the moister coating them, only to force them between her puffy vaginal lips and into her gushing sex. Hearing the perpetually sunny woman moan deep into Kanako's sex was just the reaction she was looking for. Thrusting her fingers in and out quickly, Motoko made sure of two things: first she didn’t actually damage her friends maidenhead, she knew full well that each girl wanted Keitaro to be the one to remove the small covering of skin that guarded their virginal treasure; second that her thumb was coated in a generous supply of slippery fluid. Once she was sure of both goals she slipped her hand around and drove her thum into her tight anal passage. She knew that Keitaro, and a couple of the girls, liked to go bowling and her grip on her friend reminded her of how one was supposed to grip the ball for that ridiculous American sport. She had her thumb planted firmly in Mutsumi’s backside and her middle fingers were plugging her friend’s sex.

Together the sexually charged girls sought the heights of passion, and together they crashed through its gates. They each bucked and writhed as fluids poured from pussies and screams of pleasure tore from their throats.

Then the collapsed together in a pile that, to the casual observer who hadn’t known what was going on, looked like they had been caught in an earthquake.

Several minutes passes and the managed to pull themselves together. They lay side by side on the crowded mattress, Motoko and Mutsumi each taking one side of the injured girl.

“That was nearly perfect.” Mutsumi said with a happy sigh.

“Yes it was,” Kanako said and breathed a sigh of her own. “The only thing that would have made it better is if onii-chan were hear with us.”

“Keitaro and Shinobu are taking a nap. After what happened last night Shinobu thought it would be a good idea if she seduced our man this morning. She worked him over so well that they fell asleep still locked together. We weren’t sure how she was going to manage it but she has proven herself to be quite the seductress. The way Keitaro was first acting around her this morning you would have thought we were going to clobber him for it, but she soon had him to the point that he couldn’t notice us watching every minute of the action.

“You watched Shinobu seduce onii-chan? Isn’t that kind of perverted?” Kanako asked her face flushed with a combination of excitement and surprise.

“Definitely perverted Kana-chan.” Mutsumi said as she rolled over to look into her conquests eyes. “Just like you were when you showed up at the Hinata for the first time.”

“I am so ashamed of that time. I hurt all of you and I nearly hurt onii-chan. I wish I had known then what I understand now.”

“Life is not about how much you know Kana-chan,” Motoko interceded, “Its about how much you are willing to keep learning. You had once closed off your mind to any outside force that would interfere with your conquest of Keitaro. However, now you are allowing your eyes to see the world as it truly is. You see how much each of us has come to love the one you saw as your onii-chan. You know none of us will harm him again and you know that we will all stand by each other. You are one of us now that means we will stand by you as well.”

“That is good to know isn’t it Kana-chan? You will never have to be alone again. And you will have the rest of us girls around to help you with any problem you might encounter.” Mutsumi said as she rubbed the belly of the formerly cross girl.

“That is correct.” A new voice purred. “I have been telling you for years that you humans weren’t meant to be alone. I have guided you as best I could and now you are finally starting to branch out. It makes me happy to see you thus Kana-san.”

Mutsumi and Motoko fell of the bed in shock and started looking around for whoever had entered the room to interfere in this time of bonding. Kanako groaned as the warmth of the two bodies that were next to her so suddenly vanished.

“Kuro-chan you always know how to make me feel better, don’t you?”

The sudden appearance of the small talking black cat had stunned the other two girls into silence but Kanako wouldn’t be quieted so easily.

“So Kuro, have you accomplished what I sent you to do? Or have you returned to me just because you are lonely? Or maybe you have decided you cannot live without Shinobu’s cooking, just like the rest of us? Well which is it?” she said as she focused her gaze into the golden eyes of the pure black cat.

“I watched where the took the one called Kentaro just as you asked. His father figure was quite upset that his son had failed so miserably. The doctors think that he will never fully recover from what was done to him by the way. They said the gang members did everything but rape him. He will require many sessions of surgery to be normal again meow.”

“Was there anyone there besides his father? Anyone who seemed to have an interest in what that bastard was doing”

“There was a man but his power to hide exceeds my power to see. I could not describe him but I do know that he has a workplace in a government office. I would use wisdom in trying to track him. He seems dangerous meow.”

“Thank you Kuro-chan.”

“Now I know how you knew so much about us when you visited the first time Kana-chan.” Motoko said as she got back on the bed with thy sly girl. “Anytime you wanted information on us you simply sent Kuro-chan to spy on us.” With that, she reached down and gently scratched the large ears of the cat, who purred contentedly at this show of affection.

“Kuro-chan came to me after a dream. In the dream, all I could see were his eyes, Keitaro was the first human I trusted and Kuro has been my advisor and friend. The only secret he won’t divulge is how he has lived for so long and yet stayed so young. Isn’t that right Kuro-chan?” Kanako scratched his small chin affectionately.

Purring like a motorboat Kuro leaped from the bed with a tinkle of his bell. “We felines are noted for keeping our secrets. However, I will tell you a secret now. The reason that Tsuruko and Haruka had such a nice laugh is that Tsuruko was reminding Haruka of the ‘talk’ that you and Motoko shared on the steps leading to the Hinata meow.”
While Motoko fell silent and blushed to her very core, Mutsumi and Kanako both laughed aloud. The two girl’s laughter was so contagious that Motoko soon forgot her embarrassment and joined in.

Downstairs the rest of the Hinata women looked up and wondered what the hell was happening to cause them to laugh so hard. Tsuruko and Haruka just smiled. They new it wouldn’t be they last time some of the girls got together, in fact they were kind of hoping it wouldn’t.

On a high rise office in the heart of Tokyo a man sat wondering whether or not it would be worth it to have his son’s body repaired, and two others sat trembling in the dark corner of a bar while a little ganguro sang karaoke off key. Its wasn’t the music that was making them shudder it was the note with their instructions on it.