<b>Keitaro</b>
If I were perfectly honest, this is more along the lines of what I was expecting when I learned that I would be taking over as landlord for the dorm. That didn’t exactly prevent it from being rather annoying, but hey! Whatever minor victory I can obtain in this increasingly weird situation I have suddenly found myself in. Whatever victory for common sense I could find!
I just wish that victory didn’t involve standing in the middle of a drained hot spring in work clothes and scrubbing the bottom.
Still, if I were to look for the silver lining I would have to say that it gave me a chance to think. The girls were leaving me to it. There was a sign telling them that the spring was closed for cleaning, so none of them were likely to wander in with nothing on them but a towel and a smile, then roughly grope my junk while telling me how much I sucked. And in the process completely obliterating any ability to think as my lower head took command.
Best to take this chance to think while I have it. Try to wrap my thoughts around what had happened so far before something else completely threw me for a loop and drove me insane as I lost my tenuous hold of reality. Or my libido won out and convinced me to enjoy myself while things spiralled out of control around me, given that the unusual events had taken a rather perverted viewpoint.
The best place to start with solving any problem is probably the beginning. Where did it start? Why, right here. In this very hot spring when Naru walked in and grabbed my junk. Without seeming to think anything weird about it at all. Not that I made any real effort to stop her. Were I the kind of guy to rank girls, Naru would easily have been a solid ten on all counts. Save her abrasive personality.
“Oh, mister manager! There you are!”
And Mitsune would’ve been right there next to Naru on that same scale. Her body was every bit a work of art, with the main difference being that she didn’t seem to particularly mind it when guys took a look. Where Naru viewed her sexuality as a nuisance, Mitsune saw it as a weapon. I would learn that particular comparison later on when I got to know both girls a bit better, but for now I was rather caught in rapt attention by an extremely attractive woman wearing a loose t-shirt and tight (so very tight) shorts. Now. At that point I was still a virgin. A fact that Mitsune would exploit quite ruthlessly when she figured it out. For now, she didn’t know and it probably wouldn’t have factored too much into anything even if she did. But it did influence my behaviour even if hers wasn’t necessarily changed by it.
“I’ve been looking all over for you,” she said, slinking down towards the bottom of the hot spring, giving little innocent-seeming stretches that drew attention to her figure like a skydiver towards the Earth. You could slow the descent all you like, but the landing is inevitable and you’d better brace for it. She reached my frozen form, wrapped an arm around my shoulder and leaned her head against my arm. “Has Naru been treating you mean? Don’t feel too bad about that. You’ll like her once you get to know her.”
“I- I suppose the next thing you’ll say is that it’s normal for girls to flirt with me now,” I said, recognising her behaviour as flirtatious without seeing the manipulative streak behind it. Little did I realise what I had unleashed. Oh, the heaven! The hell! It’s amazing how saying just the wrong thing can have such a profound effect. Did you notice the phrasing? I’m not even sure that was quite exactly what I said, but it was probably pretty close. My attention was rather distracted by Mitsune’s magnificent chest and that my arm was nestled rather neatly in a warm valley of flesh. Remembering myself, I did the polite thing and took the opportunity to use my other hand to reach over and give her breasts a squeeze. So caught up in trying to be polite that I barely even noticed her own hand snaking down towards my groin until it delicately fondled my shaft.
I gasped and turned away from her, not particularly noticing that she was studying my reaction very carefully. But she was. She told me that much later on, but the thing was that she wouldn’t have noticed anything no matter how I reacted. Nature of the earrings, you have to understand.
“Listen. I don’t want you feeling like you’re all alone in here,” she said, gently, oh so delicately giving her wrist the most subtle of flicks back and forth as she spoke. In visual terms it probably wouldn’t be all that noticeable, but it was certainly sufficient for my dick to pick up. Mitsune leaned in close and whispered directly into my ear. “You can confide in me, mister manager! It’s always nice to confide in someone, and my ears are always open! So why don’t you tell me if anything is bothering you?”
“N-no, not really!” I said, with a nervous gulp. “It’s nothing! Honest!”
“If you say so,” Mitsune said, gently slipping away. “I’d better leave you to get back to your work. Remember, if anything strange happens, come talk to Mitsune! I am strictly con-fi-dential.”
She left just like she entered. Like a warm breeze of sex and intrigue. The ladies out there might not understand this very well, but I’m sure the guys would when I say that it is very, very difficult to concentrate on any work of any kind when contending with a raging boner. But deal with it I had to: The list of things Naru had given me to do was a list almost as tall as I was….
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<b>Naru</b>
He muddled through the first day of being a manager with all the grace of a drunken monkey on roller skates. He would improve in time. Really, he would. The funny thing was, we all thought it was perfectly normal for him to do things the way he was doing them: Half assed. It’s only now that we are able to look back with a bit of a clearer perspective that we can objectively understand how badly he used to do his job. Still. He did improve. Eventually.
I remember the morning after that workload being rather annoyed by how he’d managed to get on with it all. Managed to complete the list of things needing done, then crept off back to his room to study. It was obviously going to take more than that to shift him, but that wasn’t the only reason I was annoyed.
Because the idiot was still asleep, and it was my responsibility to wake him up the normal way. Which is why - still in my teddy bear print pyjamas (shut up! I think the pattern is cute!) - I crept into his room. He was sleeping on his back. I stared at him in an attempt to put off what I had to do. Keitaro wasn’t wearing his glasses, because doing that while sleeping is a good way to break them. I wear glasses too, so I hope you understand where I’m coming from when I say that he didn’t look quite as dorky without them. Maybe it was because he was asleep and wasn’t making stupid expressions or whatever. I remember reading that a lot of human communication comes across in body language, so maybe that’s something to do with it? Who knows? Who cares?
What matters is, it was the first time I thought he might look a little bit cute.
I remember shaking my head quite vividly to try and get rid of that kind of thinking. It wasn’t exactly needed given what I was there to do, and the more I put it off the worse it would probably wind up being. Better to just get it over with. It was the birth of a tradition. I still do it, just like this even though I know I don’t have to. Why do you think that is? The sake of tradition alone? Some sort of compulsion left by the earrings? Maybe after all this time I just enjoy it, ever think of that?
Because I do. I do enjoy it. I liked it the first time, but pretended I hated it. Even to myself. I leaned over his sleeping face and I stole a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek or the lips. The kind of kiss where you need to come up for air really gradually, lest you get the bends. I don’t do things half assed the best of times; you’d better believe I threw my all into a “passionate kiss” even if it was to wake up an idiot!
After a few minutes of electric pleasure, I realised his eyes were open. He was awake, so I didn’t need to continue kissing him. I had done what was “normal”. But now that he was awake -
“Good morning, handsome,” I said, trailing a finger down his cheek. “Sleep well?”
He nodded. For that first week, Keitaro would typically be mute until right about mid-morning. I pulled myself off him and walked out of the room. “Breakfast will be ready soon,” I said to him. I stopped in the doorway, turned smiled and winked. “Can’t wait to see you there!”
And then I closed the door with a scowl on my face. Ugh, I thought. Or something to that effect. Felt really dirty after that, but hey what could I do? It was the way things were. Girls flirt with Keitaro. Just a fact of life.
Not just the girls of Hinata, either. All girls. Everywhere.
- Meanwhile, Motoko is training in the nude. What are her takes?
- Mitsune's investigation continues!
- Keitaro heads off to cram class, where every single girl he meets flirts with him.
- Something twigs Keitaro to the cause of all this weirdness.
- Something else
I really liked this chapter!!! now when will Haruko lay the sexy on Keitaro?
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