Story: Love Hina WP

By this point Keitaro had a working scale of awkwardness. It was kind of inevitable really, given the nature of his life since moving into the dorm, and that was for both versions of events. All the times he'd walked in on the girls in the bath, or tripped up and landed with his head underneath their skirt or pressed up against something soft and pleasant kind of made it inevitable.

Currently, sitting in his room with an irritating Naomi to his left and an even more irritating Kitsune to his right and a drunken, wobbly Kitsune lookalike in front of him with the shoulder strap to her tanktop slipping slowly and distractingly off her shoulder revealing inch by inch more of that enticing warm flesh -

Two elbows crashed into his gut from either side. Damn his traitorous eyes! Keitaro decided that the safest approach for his physical health in the immediate future was to find something interesting about the floor directly in front of himself. Naomi coughed into her hand and nudged him, this time much more gently, with her elbow.

"Uh... So who are you exactly?" Keitaro asked the lookalike.

"I'm Drunkbot! Hic!" the lookalike drunkenly answered. She made a noise like she was stretching out, and all of a sudden the floor directly in front of him was filled with leg, a very nice leg. The sort of leg that looked like it belonged wrapped around - Ceiling! Yes, the ceiling! That seemed like a perfectly safe place to look. "Pleased to meetcha!"

"I feel offended all of a sudden," Kitsune remarked. Hard to blame her. Some kind of drunken lecherous robot in her image? Yeah, even Kitsune wouldn't be able to shrug off that kind of personal attack. "So I enjoy the occasional drink, that hardly makes me a lush."

"Nor would you throw yourself at Keitaro like that," Naomi scowled. Probably. Keitaro dare not look at anything but the ceiling in case Drunkbot interjected the sexy. "You... You wouldn't throw yourself at Keitaro like that, right?"

"No, I'd tease him until he was throwing himself at me." Something soft nudged his left shoulder. Guh! He really hoped that was just her shoulder and not something else! "I suppose Su must have made you, right? I need to have words with that girl about making fun of her friends."

"What were you even made to do in the first place?" Naomi asked.

"Who me?" Drunkbot slurred. "I'm a Stripbot! Yay! My job is to strip for the amusement of others, and my style is the drunken swagger. Keitaro seemed to like it, didn'tcha?"

Yes. But Keitaro was not remotely stupid or suicidal enough to admit that Drunkbot had enough sex appeal to burn out the sun. He would not ever admit that her carefully calculated and choreographed drunken routine had given him an erection that could double as a hammer. Because if he did admit to those things then the two girls sitting on either side of him would probably hammer him into the dirt!

"Nope!" he said, perhaps a little too quickly. "Not at all. Not a bit of it. I was just worried you might hurt yourself because you were stumbling around so muuuuuuwoah!"

Keitaro had not seen it coming, poor boy, because he had been so resolutely staring up at the ceiling. He was still staring upwards mind: It was just that there was an amazing rack covered by nothing more than damp white fabric in the way of the ceiling.

"Aww, now you gone and hurt my pride," she slurred at him. Drunkbots hips ground up against his and he so, so desperately wanted it that he was actually kind of caught off guard by it. Her alcoholic scent started making his head feel hazy. Oof, he really should have noticed something was up sooner. In neither of his memories was she ever quite <i>this</i> forward with him! "Now I'm gonna have to make you cum like a firehose, Kei-Kei! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"


The owies were being caused by Naomi, of course, who had made very careful use of the dreaded Ear Twist of Doom to drag the Stripperbot off of him. Thank goodness. This situation was awkward enough as it was, no need for a return of his erection to make it even worse!

"Can you be serious for just one minute?" Naomi seethed. Then the pretty blonde idol staggered a little bit as Drunkbots odor hit her. That really does a number on the senses. Actually, right now Keitaro's vision was a little impaired. He could swear Naru was standing there rather than Naomi. She was blurry, and her hair was very different but the body language and tone of voice was so similar it was tricking his tipsy brain. "I know you're a slutbot, but can't you see how you're upsetting Mitsune?!"

"I'm not upset," Kitsune said through grit teeth while drumming her fingers on the floor, which she only ever did when she was actually rarely upset with someone's behaviour. And trying to work out an angle to humiliate said person. "This slutbot may look like me, but I'm sure she wouldn't fool anyone."

"Okay, first of all it's Stripperbot," Drunkbot hiccuped, and deliberately blew right into Naru's face. Naomi's face. Whichever. The idol stumbled just slightly, but caught herself expertly and kept hold of Drunkbot's ear. "Secondly, you're both jea- jeal - jelly of my hotness. Neither of you could turn him on like I could."

On hearing that, Keitaro could almost hear Naru's voice already. "Why would I want to do something like that with a guy like him?" or something that that effect. Or maybe she would get embarrassed by what Drunkbot was suggesting, or -

"He's mine," Naomi suddenly said, grabbing hold of his hand. "Not yours! Mine!"


And then she ran from the room dragging him after her. They dashed down the hallway together hand in hand. It was strange, her hand was so small in his and yet she was so strong she was pulling him along without any problem at all. They turned a corner and then stopped, with Naomi peering around it to see if they were being followed.

"Ugh, that Drunkbot..." Naomi winced. "I feel hungover just being near her. No wonder you weren't able to resist."

They were still holding hands, incidentally. Not that Keitaro had the remotest intention of letting go. Nope. Not happening. No sir! Actually if anything Naomi adjusted her grip to intertwine their fingers. It wasn't nearly as erotic as what had happened in that room but somehow it made Keitaro's heart beat a little bit faster.

"So... I'm yours, am I?" he asked.

"Yeah, what about it?" Naomi answered. "You're mine. I call dibs. She can't have you because I'm going to have you." A beat, then she turned her gorgeous face to look at him, and smirked. "No, that wasn't a double entendre. Just a regular one. Come on up to my room. I'm gonna rock your world, you hot little nerd you."

"... You don't think that's taking things a little too quickly?" Keitaro asked. This sort of behaviour was very out of sorts for Naru. Naomi. Both of them really! In response to his question, Naomi sighed and pulled the zipper on her hoody all the way down. She didn't appear to be wearing anything at all underneath it. "Good point, solid argument. Which way is your room again?"

"This way you idiot!" huffed another voice. A hand grabbed hold of his other hand and began to pull him in the opposite direction from Naomi. "Not that I care or anything, but you should stay away from that skank for your own good!"

"N-Naru?" Keitaro boggled at the beautiful redhead tugging on his hand. She blushed, just like Naru did. It was uncanny how much she looked like her, and yet...

"I-Idiot!" Naru yelled. "I'm not Naru! I am Tsunderebot! Not - not that I want you to know who I am or pay attention or fuck me stupid or anything!"

A hard jerk brought him back towards Naomi, who scowled at the redheaded Tsunderebot. "Oh, no you don't!" she hissed. "What does a girl have to do to get laid around here?!"

"Ooh, you perverted bimbo!" the redhead retorted, pulling Keitaro back towards her. Help! These two girls might pull his arms off if they weren't careful! "I can plainly see, you're a corrupting influence on this poor boy."

"Says the robot designed to strip!"

"Who - Who told you such lies?!"

"We met Drunkbot already! It's obvious you're supposed to be... Hang on! I am not a Tsundere! Where the hell did you get that idea from?!"

"Help..." Keitaro whimpered. Both girls stepped into him then, clutching his arms in their chests while peering around him into each other's eyes. If there was any greater level of intensity between them, the two of them might start a fire. Then again, the same could be said for if either of them could get any hotter.

"Alright, fine!" Naomi finally huffed. "Threesome it is."

"O-Only because you asked for it!" Tsunderebot turned her nose up. And just like that Keitaro was being frog marched by two insanely hot girls up towards Naomi's room where he was about to lose his virginity to both of them at once.

You know what, on second thoughts maybe he didn't need that help after all. He was apparently coping just fine on his own.

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Huh! Well then. Off she goes, just like that. Mitsune let out a low whistle. "Whew, haven't seen that girl move like that since she learned Idol-Core, the Ultimate Erotic Tale Part 2 was released."

While she mused on how much of a badly closeted pervert Naomi the "innocent idol" actually was deep down, Drunkbot staggered over to her and put her arms around Mitsune's shoulder to lean on her and chuckle.

"Yeah, that chick needs laid as soon as... Ash shoon ash.... Right away. That boy Keitaro is gonna have himself a wild time tonight!"

"Maybe," Mitsune answered, forcefully shrugging off the unwelcome limb. "But that doesn't mean you are going to have fun tonight either." She peered at her duplicate. The experience was quite surreal. Which makes sense. When you look in a mirror, you don't see how you actually appear, just a reflection of your real self. What she was looking at was most definitely not a reflection of her real self. Actually it kind of ticked her off. "So, with you running around with that face, I have to wonder what sort of hit my reputation is having."

"Reputation?" Drunkbot laughed. It sounded like a belch. "What reputation is that supposed to be? Come on! Just relax, pull up a beer and let's shoot the shit. Maybe make out a little. Hey, I can teach you how to lapdance with the best of them!"

Right. That sorted it. Mitsune turned away and made to stomp out of the room. It took a lot to get her this annoyed, but her other self was certainly getting her there. "I'm going to find Su and get her to shut you down," Mitsune said, but just as she was about to exit the room there was suddenly a steel pole right in her way. She found herself being pulled back into Drunkbot's embrace, pinned down by the inexplicable pole.

"Hey! Where did this come from?!" she protested, trying to push it away while Drunkbot proceeded to grind, and because of how closely pinned together their bodies were Mitsune couldn't help but grind along with her.

"Us stripper bots can pull out poles, just in case we gotta do an emergency stripshow," Drunkbot whispered into Mitsune's ear. Her beer drenched breath was already making the girl a little bit tipsy. "And given how uptight you are, given how much you so obviously wanna bang Naomi and Kei-Kei, if this isn't an emergency I don't know what is."

1. Mitsune receives a lesson in erotic dancing whether she wants one or not.
2. Meanwhile, Shinobu and Haruka have an encounter with Cutebot.
3. Tsunderebot is up to mischief.
4. Kanako and Witchbot's rivalry heats up!
5. Back to Motoko trying to work out how to get Keitaro to seduce her.
6. Something else