Story: Love Normal: Madhouse!

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<b>Mitsune</b>
Keitaro ran out of the bathing area like his cute little butt had caught fire. Such a shame, really. He’d seemed rather shy for some reason, and old Granny Hina’s grandson was certainly welcome to stick around all he wanted… But if he had other places to be then it couldn’t be helped.

“Hey, Mitsune?” Naru said thoughtfully. “Do you think my breasts have grown any? I think they might be bigger than yours now.”

“Hm, fat chance of that!” I replied with a chuckle. “We should have asked that boy to compare for us! He would’ve been much more impartial than either of us.”

“Keitaro? I suppose so,” Naru replied, thoughtfully checking her own size while periodically glancing at my own chest. “I’m sure he would have agreed. He seemed rather nice.”

“Oh, what’s this?” I replied. I could smell it in the steamy air, the scent of something splendid and fun. “I thought you only had eyes for Seta?”

“I-I do!” she stammered, giving away a little bit more than perhaps she had realised. “So what, I can’t say some guy is nice after meeting him for the first time?”

“Of course you can,” I said, pretending to let the matter drop. It made the coming blow that much sweeter when it landed. “Especially after the two of you saw each other naked and - I’m assuming you grabbed his junk? You’re too polite not to.”

Naru nodded. Really, it was such a strange little custom. On meeting a man for the first time, it is simply a common courtesy for any adult to seize hold of his dick and get a good feel for its size. Bit weird, but so was just about every other custom that crept its way into common usage.

“What did you think of him?” I asked. “I mean, he is Granny Hina’s very own grandson!”

“So we’ll probably be seeing a lot more of him,” Naru said thoughtfully.

“Not much more to see,” I replied. “And you didn’t answer my question, hon.”

“He seemed a little bit nervous for some reason,” Naru replied. “Almost as though he’d never seen a naked woman before.”

“Well, if he’s staying here for any length of time he’ll get used to that in a hurry. This is, strictly speaking, a co-ed bath…”

Now for the fun part. Her defenses were, by now, lowered significantly that an assault could begin. Sometimes her good friend made it far too easy for her, really she did.

“Or maybe he is used to seeing women naked… But not one woman in particular.”

“Sorry?”

“Well, I mean, like you said, darling! Your tits have swelled up something fierce.” To emphasise the point, I slid in behind her quiet as a mouse and ready to pounce as a viper. Before Naru even knew it, I was standing right there in the middle of her personal space with a pair of hands reaching under her arms with the very deliberate intention of grabbing hold of as much titflesh as they could find.

Mission accomplished, and then some! Dearie me, but maybe she really was bigger now!

“With a figure like this,” I said, rubbing her breasts together in a circular motion. “Any man would be entranced immediately!”

“Mitsune! Stop that!” she squirmed. Oh, how I like it when they squirm! “I’m not interested in him! Cut it out!”

“Why not? He has that cutesy nerdish charm you seem to like so much, and if the two of you get hitched you could both own this place!”

She managed to pull away quite effectively, leaving me shrugging and chuckling. “On the other hand, maybe I should make a play at him… If you’re not interested, there’s no trouble? Right, hon?”

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<b>Keitaro</b>
I was never particularly great at getting dressed quickly, and on this day I would come to rue that fact. Rue it, I tell you! I must have fallen flat on my face three times just pulling my socks on. Being in such a rush probably slowed me down more than it got me moving, but… No time to stick around. Clothes on, out into the corridor. Have to move, have to run, have to get the hell out of here before something else -

“Hiya, mister! Who’re you?”

I turned to face the source of the rather happy sounding voice and saw a rather small, dark-skinned girl with the brightest, friendliest eyes and the biggest smile I have ever seen in my entire life. She was all but bouncing on the heels of her feet and staring up at me with enough curiosity to kill every cat on the planet.

“Uh… I’m Keitaro Urashima,” I said to the girl whose eyes shined and sparkled with feline genocide. “I’m the owner’s grandson… I was hoping to meet her here today, and -”
The next sounds to escape my throat were not words, nor remotely similar to words. The proper way to describe it would be more like - more like a whimper. You see, I had failed to realise that this perverse madhouse would apparently stoop to such lows, or indeed that this girl’s grip would be so vicelike. These were things that I had learned in that moment, and things that I could certainly have done without ever knowing.

“Pleased to meetcha,” she said, beaming. “I’m Kaolla Su! Did I do the greeting right?”

“… Not exactly,” I said, sounding like I had inhaled half my body weight’s worth of helium. Mercifully she let go before anyone saw and misinterpreted what was going on, because that would have definitely wound up with me doing prison time. Oh, but would it ever. The funny part was (as I would discover later on), she was too young for this particular greeting to be considered appropriate. No doubt she had somehow picked it up from somewhere and imitated it, unknowing of the simple fact that she was not supposed to do so.

Once that thought occurred my strength returned in rather short order, meaning I did the only sensible thing I could. “Sorry, can’t stick around! Gotta go!”

Now, my lessons for the day were not quite concluded yet. No, no. Not yet at all. As the song goes, you don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off the Lone Ranger, but above all else there is one very simple rule for survival that you must always, always follow.

Never <b>ever</b> run away from Kaolla Su.

“Where you going?” she called from the top of a battle tank. “Can I play too?”

“Oh god, this place is a madhouse! A madhouse!” I screamed, fleeing through the corridors with enough speed to cause flames to spark out on the floor beneath my flying feet. I propelled onwards with the intention of reaching one singular destination that somehow seemed impossible to reach:

Away from here.

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<b>Motoko</b>
Nine hundred and ninety-eight…

Nine hundred and ninety-nine…

One thousand.

Finished at last. My muscles ached and twinged throughout my body, the workout regimen having worked its toll splendidly. For now those muscles would hurt. For now they would ache. But later they would rebuild the damage inflicted upon them. Later, they would be stronger. What is more, they would be more adept at reacting. Quicker. Stronger. More precise. More control.

I am Motoko Aoyama. I am the next in line to inherit ownership of the Shinmei-ryu. Though this may be confused by an outsider as training, that is a rather incorrect perception. This was not training. This was relaxation. The real training made this much look like a simple joke.

Even so, I was in no condition to begin conducting the proper, full training. It would take an hour to fully prepare my body to undergo my daily full training regimen, but on this particular occasion I required the opportunity to relax a little and let my mind ponder certain factors regarding my existence here at this girl’s dormitory.

The other girls have taken to calling me “Kendo Girl”. A nickname that does not particularly bother me, but it does make me ponder what I am doing here. Why here, of all places? Why do I remain here when there are so many other locations I could train in peace? There are many other places I could easily prepare myself for the duties and obligations that await me. Friends would merely serve as an interruption. Friends would be a distraction. Friends would -

“Come back, Mister Keitaro!” Su called, accompanied by the usual chaotic roar and minor explosions that followed her like ducklings follow their mother. Was she focusing her energy on someone else? Whatever the case may be, I was in no condition to investigate quite yet. My brow was drenched, my limbs were stiff. To this end, I returned to my room with the intention of wiping that sweat away and had placed my blade and scabbard into its proper storage place when the door flew open behind me. I turned to see the intruder just as it flew closed again.

It was a man that I had never laid eyes upon before. Ah! That must be who Su was pursuing in the corridor. That girl is so full of energy, it’s no wonder she would want to play with a stranger like this.

A man? Here at this girl’s dorm? And in my room, no less! Such a nuisance. I do not think too highly of men, you understand. They are such beasts, ruled by their lusts. I doubt this one was any different, but I really didn’t see any point in chasing him out of my room.

For now he was pressed against the door listening to the sound of Su’s - whatever she was riding today - trundling through the corridor, so I shrugged and undid my hakama, permitting it to slide off my shoulders so that I could hang it up. Once that was done I crossed over to the other side of the room and as is customary seized upon the man’s penis through his trousers.

He made a sound that sounded almost like “meep” and slumped to the floor. To maintain the grip I went down with him.

“H-Hi,” he said, staring at my breasts without a care in the world. Just as I thought. Another lustful animal. “C-Could you please let go?”

I obliged and rose to my full height. “My name is Motoko Aoyama. What is yours?”

“I’m Keitaro Urashima,” he replied, head spinning as if he was in a daze. Interesting. A relation to Granny Hina? Yes… the resemblance to family pictures was there, now that I looked for it. Quite probably a grandson given his apparent age. “D-Do you normally walk around here naked?”

“Yes,” I replied, while picking up a towel to wipe the sweat from my body. “I am a practising nudist.”

He slowly nodded, climbed to his feet and backed out through the door without taking his eyes off my naked form for even a moment. Ugh. Men!

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<b>Keitaro</b>

What kind of tenants was Granny taking on these days? What kind of madhouse was this place? I decided on the spot that it would be for the best if those questions were not answered. Sometimes knowing the answer was more maddening than not knowing, you see?

There really was nothing else for it. I had to leave, I had to regroup and I really desperately needed to find someone that was neither a hypnotically hot naked chick - good lord, that mildly irate nudist nearly set my hair on fire; could anyone remotely blame me for not being able to take my eyes off her while leaving the room? - or a hyperactive girl with a mecha army at her disposal. Speaking of: Time for caution. I couldn’t hear Su, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t creep up on me at a moment’s notice. To that end, I adopted a more stealthy approach while considering what to do next. Tip-toes, tip-toes, up to the corner and carefully peer around. Right. Nothing there. Repeat the process.

Aunt Haruka had a place nearby. A cafe. Regroup there. Meet her. She’d know more about the crazies living here. Maybe she’d even put up a place for me to stay while -

“Hello,” a small voice said from behind me. I spun around on the spot. Not Su! Not naked either. Just some cute kid carrying a laundry basket. That looked like it weighed more than she did. “Are you looking for someone?”

“N-Not exactly! I’m more trying to avoid Su!”

“Ah! She does get a bit hyper sometimes!” the girl replied. “I’m Shinobu. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Keita-”

“FOUND YOU! No escape this time!”

For a moment, a single terrible moment I saw the very face of death lingering in the shadows. He was sharpening his scythe upon a stray soul and grinning. A malevolent, anxious grin. I turned around just in time to see something flying through the air at high speeds, striking me with enough force to send me flying directly towards the image of the reaper. I collided with the wall and heard two small, impossibly small noises as if something had clattered to the ground. As consciousness faded, I noticed that my new earrings had popped right off my ears and lay right next to my head where it was resting upon the floor….

1.     One of the residents finds the earrings and puts them on.
2.     Events largely continue as before, with Keitaro being put in charge of the dorm.
3.     While he’s unconscious, the girls talk about their guest.
4.     Something else