<b>Mitsune</b>
Given the kind of person I am, it took quite a lot to make me both excited and confused at the same time. Usually that “a lot” was a reference to booze. Not today. No. Today, I was pacing around in her room surrounded by video tapes (coming from a time when this was the easier method to record television shows) with each step a careful, careful dance to ensure I didn’t put her foot right clean through one of them. It might seem odd to others to notice that these tapes were from a variety of news stations, made by myself as reference materials. After all, I was (in theory) supposed to work as a freelance writer, and in that kind of job you need all the inspiration you can get! So, I kept some tapes around for about a week’s worth of recording news stations or whatever, then refer to them whenever I needed a spot of inspiration. Or if I needed to check up on something weird, like what I’d found today.
What I’d found was… Impossible. Inexplicable. Kind of stupid, yet breathtaking when you stop to think for a moment. If I broke this story, it would make her world famous. Probably. Rake in the cash. Set me up for life! It would be easy, trivial, so very tremendously simple and yet - I hadn’t the faintest idea what to even make of it. What would I tell people? What could I even <i>start</i> to tell them? Would they believe her? No. Probably not. Probably whatever caused it might get in the way first. Probably.
Too many unknowns. Way, way too many unknowns. Too many questions to ask and not enough answers, and really the only thing stopping me from just writing this up, selling it and passing it on to anyone else was the simple reason that there wasn’t really enough to write up before stumbling into so many questions! Who would do this? How were they doing it? Why do it at all? At least that was what I thought at the time.
Not to mention that it was too damned interesting. A mystery like this? It was a battle between my curious, playful nature and my desire to make a little easy money. Thing was as I would figure out later on, most of the time people actually make difficult decisions really quickly even if they’re not aware of it. All they’re doing in the meantime is deliberately justifying the choice to themselves. Weigh down the scales on one side to make what was actually a difficult choice into an easy one. Truthfully, this particular beauty already knew what she was going to do. Trick was justifying it to myself as being about more than the aching need to explain this impossibility.
So I stopped and sat down, reaching for the television remote. Then hit play and watched a news broadcast from about an hour ago. This show had two presenters. One man. One woman. Both fairly young, probably picked as much for their looks as anything else. Periodically, the woman would reach over and cup the guy’s balls through his trousers. Nothing weird about that. Just a little casual woman-on-man groping, completely normal behaviour. But then the guy would walk over, reach behind the woman and cop a feel. Nobody seemed to mind, or even comment on the fact at all. Not the guest. Not the woman. Not even any of the crew or anyone. Put it on fast forward and - yeah, the same behaviour occurred numerous times throughout the broadcast. Not just with them. Sometimes they would take on an expert for an interview, and sometimes that expert would be groped or take the time to grope one of the presenters. Nobody seemed to give the slightest damn whatever way it happened, and everyone seemed to do it.
The tape was paused, ejected and a new one inserted. I hit fast forward and watched the reports fly by in double speed. And nary a grope was had that day. Not a breast was squeezed, not a cock was teased. Nor the day before. Or before that. Or before that…
And it went deeper still. It appeared as though prerecorded shows completely omitted the groping behaviour, but my theory at that point stated that any filmed from today onwards would contain it completely.
And the scary part of it all was that I was certain - completely certain - that grabbing a man’s dick and getting a good solid feel for his size, his girth was a perfectly natural thing to do. Like a handshake or saying “hi”. Yet here was evidence to the contrary. Something I was certain was always true, but by all evidence hadn’t always been true yesterday. Something I only caught at all because of how weird it seemed to me that the news stations would permit such lewd behaviour to go out on an evening broadcast. Sure, I wasn’t remotely offended by it, but others sure would be!
So why had one change hit me while the other hadn’t? How utterly peculiar! “I’ll get to the bottom of this mystery, that’s for certain!” I said with a crafty smile. Oh yes. My nickname was Kitsune because of a mischievous personality, but a fox was a fearsome predator in its own right. They pinpoint their prey by sound, leap into the air and steer with their tail, allowing them a pinpoint landing from up to five meters away… And this particular Kitsune was no less tenacious, no more forgiving, and absolutely no less possessive of her “kill”.
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A little while later, Naru was also pacing around a room, but for entirely different reasons than I had been. “This is intolerable!” she said to her audience. “We can’t have a boy for a manager here! We just can’t!”
“I quite agree,” Motoko said, sitting straight and refined in her seat. Completely in the nude, as was usual. The kendoist girl took a small sip from her cup and gestured towards her chest. “He is quite clearly an ill-refined brute. Several times over the course of the day, I have attempted to pay him the proper respect, and he showed considerable signs of discomfort. This behaviour indicates that he has no respect for the idea of respect, and only engages in traditional behaviour over fears for his neck.”
“Right, right!” Naru said, nodding emphatically. “Obviously he has to go! We have to get rid of someone like that as soon as possible! And just what are you smirking at, Mitsune? I know that look! You’re not telling us something, right?”
“Oh, no!” I said, stretching my arms out behind her head to stifle a private chuckle. I had decided to observe the others for a little while longer to see if I could pick up on any other peculiarities in their behaviour. No luck yet. “I’m just enjoying this conversation. How exactly did you intend to chase this young man out of a house full of pretty girls? It seems to me somewhat like herding cats out of a butcher’s.”
“I doubt that very much,” Naru said, rolling her eyes. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. And I already have a few ideas that should send him flying at the first possible opportunity!”
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<b>Keitaro</b>
So, it wasn’t just these girls, apparently. The whole damn world had gone completely off the rails. It was all over the place, at least in the live shows. The recorded ones didn’t show any sign of it. The kind of behaviour I’d been thinking of as so strange from these girls was all over television. What would it be like if I walked down the street? What would I find out there? What other little landmines of oddness had he somehow missed out on? Why was I the one that was still completely sane and behaving normally?
“Ahem!”
I turned to face the door, vaguely recognising the voice even through the deliberate cough. Her again. “What do you want?” I asked, picking myself off my feet to grope her breasts while she reached down to first cup my balls, then feel around until she found my shaft. I was rather understandably pretty hard right about then, because both of my hands were feeling up the large breasts of an attractive girl, and the male libido tends to pay little attention to whether or not the mind personally likes that girl or not before starting various hormonal reactions within the body. “I suppose you’re here to tell me it’s perfectly normal to be woken up each morning with a - “ I almost said ‘blowjob’, but doubted she’d find that particularly amusing no matter how weird these people were. “Steamy, passionate kiss or something like that?”
“My goodness, you really don’t know anything at all, do you?” Naru said, and by now I wasn’t particularly surprised by that statement. Maybe if I’d said blow job she’d have gone along with it. Man, that would’ve been something! “Come with me. You’ve got work to do.”
- The girls intend to run Keitaro ragged, making him work furiously hard!
- Actually, they intend to teach Keitaro how to behave respectfully.
- Naru has a different plan altogether. A plan that will, by accident, result in further perverse normalities.
- Meanwhile Mitsune’s investigation begins! What does she uncover next?
- Something else
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